Chapter 929 True Disciple
"Once this matter fails, the Demonic Shadow Palace and the Great Zhao Dynasty will definitely join forces. By then... the Huanxing Sect will no longer have any hope."
"It is related to the survival and inheritance of the sect. It is necessary for me to make more preparations."
Xu Santong spoke indifferently, his eyes showing unprecedented determination.
"So... just sacrifice the savior of Huanxing Sect? Fellow Daoist Xu is quite ruthless!" the hoarse voice joked.
"In this world, if people are not ruthless, how can they stand firm?"
"I am indeed unreasonable in this matter, and I am sorry for that boy Su Twelve. But I am sorry, I am sorry, and the matter has been done. One person's life is compared with the safety of the whole family. I have made my own decision in my heart about which is more important."
"What I want... is absolute safety! The Huanxing Sect's ten thousand-year inheritance must not be interrupted!"
Xu Santong's eyes revealed a cruel and cold light, and his whole person exuded a menacing aura for an instant.
"Okay...it's foolproof! Don't worry, you should also know what I can do!"
"As long as I succeed in winning Su Twelve's heart, I will come back and help you deal with the people of the Demon Shadow Palace and the Great Zhao Dynasty, and safeguard the foundation of the Huanxing Sect."
"That Su Twelve, on the other hand, can attract so much attention from the Demon Shadow Palace and the Great Zhao Dynasty, he must have a rare treasure. Fellow Daoist Xu, are you...really not moved at all?"
A hoarse voice sounded, and at the end of the sentence, he asked again to test.
"Fairy treasures? Strange treasures exposed to the world are nothing more than a source of covetousness and disaster. On my journey to becoming an immortal, I will only walk with the sword!"
Xu Santong grinned and sneered, Gu Jing's unwavering eyes showed reason and astonishing calmness.
The hoarse voice responded quickly, "You don't need Fellow Daoist Xu, but what about the Huanxing Sect! If you can get the important treasure, you can be better. As long as Fellow Daoist Xu cooperates with me in depth, I can definitely help you with the Huanxing Sect... …”
No waiting
After the mysterious man finished speaking, Xu Santong said calmly, "No need! Today's Huanxing Sect is in a precarious state and cannot withstand any trouble."
"Hahaha... What a curse. Fellow Daoist Xu is really sober. There are not many monks in the world who are as sober and transparent as you."
"The more Daoist Fellow Xu is like this, the more interested I am in you! Maybe... your heart can also meet my needs. Hahaha..."
Laughter rang out, and the mysterious man spoke again, his hoarse voice unable to conceal his admiration for Xu Santong.
Xu Santong's expression remained unchanged and he snorted again, "Humph! Whether you are awake or not is not important. I also... don't need you to be interested in me."
"But you'd better not make a mistake when you promise me something. Otherwise, my sword will be merciless!"
"You've offended me! Even if I chase you to the end of the world, I still have to pay the price for this!!!"
As he spoke, his momentum suddenly surged, and the sharp sword energy turned into sword wind and spread outward, directly pushing back the surrounding black energy by more than ten feet.
"Don't worry! Since Fellow Daoist Xu has shown his sincerity, how can I let you down? Let us... wait and see what happens next!"
The mysterious man spoke, his voice getting smaller and smaller, and the dim eyes in the black mist slowly disappeared.
The moment the green eyes disappeared, the black ghost mist that filled the forest also disappeared in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, a breeze blew by.
On the top of the mountain, Xu Santong stood motionless, his deep eyes were like the waves of the river and the sea, but he was deep in thought.
At the same time, hundreds of miles away in the sky.
In the cabin of the spaceship that is more than ten feet long, there are two figures, a man and a woman.
Sitting opposite and drinking tea.
After meeting up with Leng Yan and boarding the flying boat, Su Twelve was called into the cabin by the other party on the pretext of helping him refine the Wuchen Sword.
But after coming in, Leng Yan didn't say much. She just brewed a pot of rare spiritual tea for the two of them.
The hot tea entered his throat, and he felt a surge of spiritual power transforming in his belly. Su Twelve unconsciously drank a few more cups.
While drinking tea, Su Twelve turned his head to look outside the room from time to time. Through the window, seven figures were clearly visible standing outside.
The person standing outside was no one else. He went to the Secret Treasure Pavilion that day and met by chance the so-called seven people from the Fantasy World.
And these seven people are the helpers Xu Santong said.
Scanning his eyes, Su Twelve could clearly see it. The boy with the strange eyes and the Japanese monk Xu Yang who were injured that day seemed to have obviously recovered from their injuries at this moment.
In fact, Su Twelve had been guessing the identity and origin of his helper beforehand.
But the moment I saw the seven people, I was still surprised. ??
But he had rich experience, so he quickly calmed down, and as soon as his mind changed, he quickly figured out the key.
The half-step fourth-level fire dragon's cultivation level is comparable to that of a half-step foundation-building monk. Its strength... can be said to be far superior to most half-step foundation-building monks.
If he wants to deal with this kind of monster, even with his current level of cultivation and strength, he can't say that he can be sure.
Within the sect, except for seven people who are strong in the Golden Core Stage of the Seventh Grade Golden Core, it is really difficult for other monks to have any hope.
Now facing Leng Yan, after hesitating for a long time, Su Twelve couldn't help but ask the doubts in his heart, "Senior, what kind of place is the Huanyan World? Why, this junior, has never heard of this place."
"I thought you wouldn't be curious!"
Leng Yan was holding hot tea in her hands, her expression was calm, her eyes fell on Su Twelve, but there was a bit of ridicule.
Su Twelve smiled and said: "Senior is joking, people will be curious, and juniors are no exception. I hope seniors will not hesitate to give pointers. Of course, if it is inconvenient, I will just ignore it."
"It doesn't matter! With your current status in the sect, there is nothing you can't say about this matter..."
Leng Yan waved her hand and said calmly: "The so-called Huanyan Realm is a closed place inside the sect composed of formations. It is also the place where the sect's true disciples practice their daily activities."
"True...disciple?" Su Twelve squinted his eyes, looking thoughtful.
In the world of cultivating immortals, many sects will have true disciples above their inner disciples.
As for the so-called true disciples, they often grew up and practiced in the sect since childhood, and have the strongest sense of belonging to the sect. At the same time, it also represents the core of a sect and is the key to the inheritance of a sect.
After all, for a monk like him, Su Twelve, who joined halfway, the sense of belonging cannot be said to be average. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he has no sense of belonging at all.
Monks like them will definitely be the first to run away or even turn against each other if there is any trouble in the sect.
However, many times, in some sects, true disciples are often the direct disciples of the sect masters and important elders by default.
In the Huanxing Sect, both the original sect leader and individual elders did have direct disciples.
Just like Zhu Wensheng, the former sect master's disciple who repeatedly caused trouble for him back then.
I thought that people like Zhu Wensheng were already core disciples, but now it seems...that is obviously not the case.
Those so-called direct disciples are probably just a cover-up to confuse outsiders.
In the blink of an eye, a lot of information flashed through Su Twelve's mind.
