Chapter 35: A Trip to the Sword Peak, The Journey Of Shouting Abuse
Xing Yun's response was full of energy, and assisted by the energy from the Elixir Field, the originally simple three-character response was shouted like someone got kicked in the crotch... no, like thunder cracked in the sky.
The specific effect could be seen from the reaction of the disciple who asked the question. When every word came out, he would involuntarily take a step back. When the response was completed, he also sat down on the ground.
Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his body was faintly trembling.
"Little, Little Martial Granduncle..."
Of course, this was just a special effect. The reason why he had such a big reaction was mainly that he was one of the Sword Peak Inner Sect disciples who "survived" from the Qing Xu Secret Realm.
He also had another identity, that was, the dumbass who released the Deep Lake Scaly Dragon in the secret realm.
He had witnessed the whole process of how Deep Lake Scaly Dragon was subdued by Xing Yun after she went berserker. Similarly, how XIng Yun beat him up afterward, he still remembered it vividly.
It was him who caused the fellow disciples to fall into danger, so he believed that it was reasonable that he had been beaten up, but no matter what... the beating had really left a psychological shadow in him
This Little Martial Granduncle always aimed at people's crotch.
People who are beaten with iron can't stand the continuous kicking of their crotch, right?
Therefore, the appearance of Xing Yun made him instinctively recall the things that happened at the time, and also recalled the horror of being ravaged by the little foot of the Little Martial Granduncle at that time.
Fortunately, the other person who was on duty with him had a good relationship with him, and when he saw his reaction, the person hurriedly greeted the little martial granduncle on behalf of him.
"It turned out to be Little Martial Granduncle. What brought you here? Aiya, how disrespectful of me. Please come inside, please come inside, please..."
Turned around and glared at the junior brother whose crotch still had lingering pain, he winked and continued to shout.
"Little Martial Granduncle is here to visit, OPEN — THE — GATE—!”
The shouts filled with True Qi spread all over the foothills; following his shouts, vaguely, there was a rumbling noise from inside the gate of the Sword Peak.
The clouds and mist pervading the foot of the mountain were suddenly split into a wide gap like it was being cut open by a sword. In the gap, a stairway without end appeared in Xing Yun's sight.
Not knowing if it was an illusion, he seemed to have seen countless figures honing their swordsmanship on that stairway, and those figures only appeared for a split second, seemingly imaginary.
"Er... Why did you shout like a waiter just now?"
"Sorry, I got used to it," the disciple scratched his head shyly, "Before I joined the sect, I was a waiter. I am afraid it will be difficult to correct this old habit in a short amount of time... But don't worry Martial Granduncle, I will definitely correct it before leaving the sect. I will definitely not..."
"It's okay, I'm just asking," Xing Yun waved his hand indifferently, and walked towards the sky-reaching stairway. "The cultivation path of sword cultivators reflects their true hearts. There is no need to deliberately change anything, just be yourself."
Hearing this, the gatekeeper disciple startled suddenly, and then he quickly gave a fist-and-palm salute to Xing Yun.
"Thank you for your guidance Little Martial Granduncle."
“……？ ？ ？”
What do you mean by guidance? He just repeated what the big brother who had a crush on him said, okay?
With this strange and melancholy emotion in mind, Xing Yun slowly walked up the stairway.
Facts have proved that all the faint figures he had just seen were just phantoms. Judging from the surging sword intent, it should be a by-product of these sword intents.
Sure enough, sword cultivators seemed very awesome.
"This is the most wonderful scenery of the sword peak of Shang Qing Sect. Countless seniors will leave their sword cultivation experience on this stairway after small achievements, for later disciples to study. It is also because of this sword intent stairway, our Sword Peak always takes the first place in the inner sect competition."
The tone of this disciple who introduced this stairway by the side of Xing Yun was filled with the pride of being a Sword Peak disciple.
In fact, he had the right to do so. After all, the Sword Peak would indeed take the first place every time during the competition, and most of Sword Peak's disciples would have such scary growth was due to this sword intent stairway.
This model was very good. But Xing Yun still didn't quite understand why these Sword Peak disciples' moves were still that dumb when fighting.
Clearly...
Anyway, after feeling a bit of the sword intent that he could withstand, Xing Yun stopped thinking about it.
——There were no moves at all in those sword intents; only the experience of how to comprehend sword intent. The strong usually created their own sword moves, and then accumulated a little bit of experience in the battle, and eventually turned a move into no move. Xing Yun felt that this might be the thoughts of those who left sword intent, so they didn't leave any content like sword moves.
The stairway seemed to have no end, but in fact, it was not very long. It only took them the time to burn an incense stick to cross the stairway.
Behind the stairs was an extremely empty square. Many disciples were in the square exchanging swordsmanship with each other, or gathering in twos and threes to discuss their cultivation experience, which was like a vivid scene of the high school break time.
The arrival of Xing Yun did not attract too many people's attention. They were immersed in cultivation and completely ignored other things.
However, there were still a few disciples who were not so focused aware of the arrival of their Little Martial Granduncle, including the disciple who slaughtered the whole family of his enemy in the mortal world when he was still nine years old. He had just used a sword... no, a wooden stick to knock over ten of fellow disciples who wanted to exchange sword skills with him.
Even if his cultivation base was not as high as his, Xing Yun could see that he has grown significantly since returning from the secret realm.
Wow... Could it be that this guy was some kind of protagonist?
"Greetings, Martial Granduncle."
When he came to Xing Yun, he held his fists respectfully and saluted.
He didn’t add the word "little" probably because he wanted to thank him for helping him in the Secret Realm. In fact, Xing Yun didn't care if he added little or not. After all, he was not Fairy Yun Xia that old virgin.
"Your name is... Let me think about it... Oh! Tong Tianhao, right? "
"Martial Granduncle has a good memory."
"Mhm, Mhm, you can carry on doing what you should be doing. I am just strolling around," Xing Yun bypassed the disciples who were practicing in the square and came to the opposite side of the square. He turned his head and glanced at Tong Tianhao who was following him. "Why are you following me? Didn't I say that you can carry on doing what you should be doing?"
"The disciple thinks that this disciple is doing what he should be doing. It is the first time for Martial Granduncle to come to Sword Peak. So you are definitely not familiar with the Sword Peak. Martial Granduncle, this disciple could show you around."
Glancing at the Sword Peak disciples who were curious about him not far behind him, Xing Yun began to regret why he didn't say that they should continue to practice.
But anyway, he indeed needed a guide, so he didn't care about them too much.
"Hey, Little Martial Granduncle seems to be as good-tempered as the rumors say, she has already noticed that we are all following..."
"Can you watch out for what you are saying? This is what you called good-natured. If it weren't for the rejuvenating pill of the Little Martial Granduncle, I would have already died under the hooves of the Horned Demonic Moose. "
"It's more than just being good-natured. She is like a fairy from the celestial palace. Of course, the premise is that you don't annoy Little Martial Granduncle..."
"You are so lucky! Alas... If I had known it earlier, I would've grouped with you. I didn't even find my fortuitous encounter."
"You are really stupid. The smile of the Little Martial Granduncle is much better than any fortuitous encounters."
"Mhm, you are right. The Little Martial Granduncle is also very cute when she is angry. I was envious when she beat up ErMing. Alas, I really wanted the Little Martial Granduncle to look at me using the eyes she had when beating him up. It was as if she was looking at garbage.."
"Huh? Wouldn't it be better for her to step on your face and then look down at you? "
"Ah, yes, yes... no no no!" Suddenly seeing Xing Yun's sweet smiling face, the disciple with a bit of strange obsession quickly denied, "Don't get me wrong, Little Martial Granduncle, this disciple was just joking. It's not true, not really."
Trying not to let the roar in his heart show on his face, Xing Yun turned and walked towards the main hall located in the distance.
Haiya! The atmosphere of the Sword Peak must be rectified!
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