Chapter 103: Hidden Past

oh? Shen Zhui looked at Bai Xiaochun with a faint smile. "Then you should ask them to come out." "

"If you can't scream, I will force my way in!"

Bai Xiaochun was horrified in his heart, but his face was still braced. The opponent's aura was extremely powerful, and even the trump card left by his master might not be able to defeat him. The other party is obviously above the level of supernatural power.

Bai Xiaochun couldn't help but feel sad and angry, imagining that the sect that used to be a prestigious sect in the sect world had been reduced to such a low level that even a small magical realm dared to knock on his door.

"Damn Qianyuan Sect, I, I will fight with you!" Bai Xiaochun shook his sword and rushed towards Shen Zhui.

Shen Zhui took a step back slightly, stretched out two fingers, and flicked Bai Xiaochun's sword tip away.

The sword used by the opponent was only a third-level spiritual weapon, not even a divine weapon. If Shen Zhui hadn't deliberately controlled his strength, I'm afraid the sword would have been shattered with this blow and the person would have died.

"Stop." Shen Zhui had no intention of fighting, he just wanted to ask for clarification.

"Ah, go down!" Although Bai Xiaochun knew he was outmatched, he still refused to retreat and charged forward again.

Shen Zhui frowned, and his power suddenly spread, and Bai Xiaochun was completely unable to move.

"He, he is at least a high-level supernatural power..." Bai Xiaochun's face was ashen.

In fact, it's not that Bai Xiaochun is weak. On the contrary, his swordsmanship is superb and he can be considered a genius in the Spirit Bridge Realm. However, the gap between the two realms is too big. Bai Xiaochun is unable to break free from the terrifying origin of heaven and earth.

"Are you going to die... That's right, I should have died with my senior brother and the others..." Bai Xiaochun was filled with despair.

However, the expected destructive attack did not come. On the contrary, Bai Xiaochun felt a force washing his body, recovering from the injuries he had just suffered.

"Huh?" Bai Xiaochun opened his eyes, "W-what are you doing?"

"Your name is Bai Xiaochun, right? Listen to me, I am not your enemy, and I will not harm you or your sect." Shen Zhui said softly. "You just need to answer a few questions from me, okay?"

"If you want to kill, then kill, if you want to cut, then cut into pieces!" Bai Xiaochun said as if he were dead. "I will never bow to the Qianyuan Sect! You can never get the whereabouts of Master from me!"

Shen Zhui frowned, but Bai Xiaochun was determined. It seemed that he could only use illusion to know everything he wanted.

Just when Shen Zhui was about to cast the Five Elements Illusion World, suddenly

A weak voice came from the hall.

"Xiao Chun, bring him in."

"Master! Don't show your face, hide quickly." Bai Xiaochun said in a panic.

"It doesn't matter, you bring him in." The voice came out again, this time much clearer and more powerful.

"Yes." Bai Xiaochun glanced at Shen Zhui hatefully, and then rushed into the hall without saying a word.

A trace of doubt flashed in Shen Zhui's eyes, and then he followed closely.

Qingyang Hall is very simple, even crude. It only has a few large bare pillars and only three incense and six tables for worshiping the gods. It is relatively neat and clean.

Shen Zhui walked into the main hall and took a look, only to find that the person speaking was not a person at all, but the statue in front of him.

No wonder I didn't notice anyone before. It was just a trace of spiritual thought attached to the statue transmitting sound.

"I am a poor Taoist Qingyangzi, may I ask where you are from and why you came to my Qingyang Palace?" the statue asked.

"Qingyangzi, do you recognize this order?" Shen Zhui took out a seal from his arms. This is a unique token in the Wu'an army to contact Anzi.

"Buzz~" The divine thoughts in the statue obviously fluctuated abnormally, like anger, but also unwillingness and helplessness.

After a long time, the statue finally asked: "You, where did your seal come from! Who are you?"

"You just have to admit it or not."

Buzz~ A ray of light suddenly appeared on the statue, and then the light formed a shadow of an old man, appearing in front of Shen Zhui.

After looking at it carefully for a moment, the old man sighed and cupped his hands and said, "Qingyangzi has seen the envoy."

Seeing the other party's admission, Shen Zhui immediately said in a deep voice: "Since you recognize me, why don't you show up?"

"Your Majesty, forgive me. It's not that I don't want to, but that I can't."

"Oh? How can I say this?"

"The old body has been destroyed and the soul has been injured. I can only hide in the mountain gate formation in the realm to recuperate."

"How did you, a leader of a second-rate sect, end up in such a predicament?" Shen Zhui asked.

"This is not the place to talk." The old man cupped his hands and said. "Chun'er, open the passage and bring the envoy in."

"Master, he..." Bai Xiaochun couldn't help but said.

"Go quickly!" the old man shouted.

"Yes." Bai Xiaochun quickly handed over his hands and then said to Shen Zhui. "plz follow me."

Bai Xiaochun was only a high-ranking Lingqiao master, and the sect leader Qingyangzi was only at the peak of his magical power according to records. With Shen Zhui's current strength, he was naturally not afraid of any traps and immediately followed Bai Xiaochun into the back hall.

There is a high wall going down from the apse, and four shorter statues of gods stand there.

When Bai Xiaochun bit his fingertip in front of the statue and dropped it on the altar, the four statues simultaneously emitted a beam of white light that penetrated into the wall, causing the wall to crack, revealing a passage filled with gray gas.

"Is this the passage to the Nine Nether Realm?" Shen Zhui thought to himself.

The Qingyang Sect's magic formation channel was a bit strange. He didn't see anything special just now.

"Please come in." Bai Xiaochun stretched out his hand and said.

Shen Zhui didn't take it seriously and immediately stepped into the transmission channel, followed closely by Bai Xiaochun.

"Huhu~" A strong wind blew by my ears, and then the stars moved and time and space changed.

After a while, Shen Zhui found that he had landed on a high platform.

Surrounded by dim lights, this is in a spacious hall. The layout inside the palace is exactly the same as the Qingyang Palace seen before.

With his spiritual thoughts quickly unfolding, Shen Zhui scanned the surrounding terrain and found that this place was indeed no longer a vast world.

After following Bai Xiaochun out of the hall and flying elsewhere for a while, Shen Zhui looked down.

I found that the mountain was still the same mountain, but much taller.

There is not just one mountain peak, not just one Qingyang Palace, but many palaces, temples, pavilions and pavilions.

Although few people live there, it can still be seen that the original Qingyang Gate was quite large.

Bai Xiaochun didn't stop until he flew to a lonely peak shrouded in clouds and mist.

Shen Zhui looked around. There were very few faces on this solitary peak. There is only a simple courtyard, a pool of water, and a withered Teng tree growing beside the pool.

"Master, we have already brought them here." Bai Xiaochun cupped his hands towards the courtyard.

"Chun'er, bring the envoy in." The old man's voice came out.

Shen Zhui and Bai Xiaochun pushed the door open and soon saw Qing Yangzi.

His soul is hidden in a tall puppet wearing silver armor, but this silver armored puppet has a very deep crack on its chest, there are countless sword marks around it, and only one of its legs is left underneath.

"Is this a giant divine weapon?" Shen Zhui asked, looking at the silver-armored puppet.

"Your Majesty has good eyesight," the silver-armored puppet said. "This is the fifth-level ultimate giant weapon. Unfortunately, it was too damaged and I am unable to repair it."

"What happened at Qingyang Gate?" Shen Zhui frowned. "Although the Qingyang Sect has always had only a thousand core disciples, now your Qingyang Sect doesn't even have a hundred Spirit Bridge level disciples."

"And I heard that you have two disciples, both of whom are in the supernatural realm. Why don't you meet them?"

"Whoosh~" A mirage bead flew out of the giant god soldier's body, and Shen Zhui grabbed it.

Qingyangzi sighed and said: "I really don't want to recall the tragic facts, but the envoy will know it as soon as he sees it."

Mirage beads have the function of recording images and battle scenes. High-end mirage beads also have the effect of recording inheritance.

Normally, the sect would use this to convey important information. After all, not everyone has a treasure like the Heart of the World. Even the inherited crystal ball is a luxury item for most people.

A trace of spiritual thought sank into the mirage bead, and after a moment, Shen Zhui came back to his senses. Shen Zhui glanced at Qingyangzi with mixed emotions.

Ninety-three years ago, the Qingyang Sect, a second-rate sect, was arranged by the military venerable Shui Qingrou and sent in three highly qualified military geniuses to become outer disciples. At that time, these three people were only in the innate realm.

What followed was a long period of lurking. With the help of the venerable, every time these three disciples went out to practice, their skills would be greatly improved and their cultivation would skyrocket when they came back!

Year after year, these three disciples gradually progressed from outer disciples to inner disciples, and then became core disciples.

However, there is no smooth path to cultivation.

Even with the help of the military, an accident happened in the end. Among the three disciples, only the disciple originally named Fang Ziyou grew up. The other two died halfway through their adventures.

Finally, thirty years ago, the previous head of the Qingyang Sect died, and Fang Ziyou, who had reached the pinnacle of magical power, inherited the position of head and became the new Qingyangzi.

With the original layout here, Venerable Shui Qingrou was not willing for Fang Ziyou to continue lurking.

After all, from the time when he became a disciple in the Xiantian realm, to thirty years ago, in just sixty years, he had cultivated from the Xiantian realm to the pinnacle of supernatural power. With this kind of qualification, he could already be called a proud man of heaven, with the appearance of a venerable person!

As early as forty-five years ago, the military had many times intended to let Fang Ziyou lead the Qingyang Clan to return collectively. With this great achievement, Fang Ziyou's future would certainly be bright.

However, people have feelings, not insensitive machines. During the decades of lurking in Qingyang Sect, the previous sect master Fang Ziyou taught everything he had and treated him as his own.

Fang Ziyou also developed feelings for the Qingyang sect and was unwilling to live up to his master's instructions and ruin the inheritance of the Qingyang sect.

After all, once he returns, it would be a foolish dream to bring back all the Qingyang Sect disciples from the hinterland of the sect world, as some people will inevitably be abandoned.

Moreover, there are also some people who are unwilling to leave their hometown and seek refuge with the imperial court.

Military orders are hard to disobey, and teacher orders are also hard to live up to.

So Fang Ziyou chose a compromise, staying in the Qingyang Sect and continuing to serve as the leader, teaching the disciples and not letting the inheritance be cut off. At the same time, he secretly conveyed information to the army and became the Wu'an Army's intelligence station in the sectarian world.

But the reality is cruel.

If the sectarian community wants to expand, it must compete.

Killing other sects, grabbing territory, and doing whatever it takes to get resources is commonplace.

However, the Qingyang Clan had previously regarded itself as a prestigious and upright sect that did not do evil things and rarely grabbed territory or killed people for treasures.

After Fang Ziyou became the leader, he stopped the human trafficking of entering the country to rob Zhou people and expand the number of people at the grassroots level.

The mobilization of the three pairs of sectarian alliances was done in a positive and negative way, and they only provided work but no strength.

In this way, the resources obtained are greatly reduced.

Under the cruel competition system of the entire Jiuyou Realm and the rule of the sect alliance, the Qingyang Sect emerged from the mud and remained intact, but the overall strength of the sect quickly weakened. Only Fang Ziyou's cultivation was considered top-notch.

Finally, fifteen years ago, the Qingyang Sect was targeted by the newly rising third-rate sect Qianyuan Sect.

The Qianyuan Sect repeatedly provoked the Qingyang Sect, encroached on the Qingyang Sect's territory, and killed Qingyang Sect's disciples. The two sides were involved in an open and secret struggle that lasted for more than ten years.

The Qingyang Sect, which had been defeated all the way, could only shrink to one place, the number of its members was reduced, and it was unable to control the spiritual mineral resources outside.

Ten years ago, Qingyangmen lost contact with Wu'an Army.

Then last year, the Qingyang Sect, which had been weakened to a certain extent, was challenged by the Qianyuan Sect to upgrade the sect.

Two great magical disciples died in the battle, Qingyangzi returned seriously injured, and his disciples fled in all directions, depriving him of the qualifications of a second-rate sect. All resources were awarded to the Qianyuan Sect by the sect alliance, leaving only the only remaining disciples in the Jiuyou Realm. Small areas of land linger on.

Today, there is only one Spirit Bridge disciple left in the Qingyang Sect, and that is Bai Xiaochun. That is to say, the fact that Fang Ziyou only has a soul is not yet known, so he persists until now.

But he couldn't hold on for long, and destruction would only happen sooner or later.

Among the mirage beads are the last words Qing Yangzi left for Bai Xiaochun, and also the options he considered for Bai Xiaochun. If something unexpected happens, you can use this pearl to cross the Canglan River and escape to the Wu'an army.

With Fang Ziyou's decades of hard work, Bai Xiaochun might still be able to survive with Venerable Shui Qingrou.

After reading these, Shen Zhui felt a little complicated.

If he had devoted himself to the sectarian alliance, he wouldn't have been in such a miserable state.

And if he could escape in time, be cultivated by the Wu'an Army, and have great achievements, he would be at least the master of the first palace now.

Fang Ziyou has been undercover for decades, and contributed a lot of intelligence to Wu Anjun, repaying Venerable Shui Qingrou for his life-saving grace.

And he also kept his promise to his master and sect, did not give up on his disciples, and sacrificed his life to protect them, thus repaying the Qingyang sect's kindness in raising him.

It's just that time is destiny, and the overall situation is such that he cannot be loyal and filial at the same time.

Finally reached this point.

"Fang Ziyou, I want to ask you. There are records in the secret volume that people were sent to contact you several times, but they couldn't find your Qingyang Sect. Why?" Shen pursued.

Fang Ziyou nodded and said: "At that time, my subordinates had decided to live and die with the sect. If we contact the venerable master, the army will definitely send someone to rescue him."

"As a disciple, you cannot lead the sect to glory. If you serve the army, you cannot give your best."

"I know in my heart that I have failed the expectations of Master Shui, so I don't dare to argue."

"Then why did you show up again last year and reappear on the military spy list?" Shen Zhui asked expressionlessly.

The giant god soldier stood up tremblingly, then knelt down on one knee with his remaining limb and said in a trembling voice:

"Xiao Chun has a pure nature and never does evil. I regard him as my own son, and he is also the last descendant of my Qingyang Sect."

"Now that the Qingyang Sect has offended the Qianyuan Sect... he cannot survive... in the sect world."

"I can't let go of my obsession, so I came to Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com. I just ask the general to take Bai Xiaochun back to the army and give him a way to survive for the sake of my subordinate's decades of service in the army."

Bai Xiaochun's face was full of horror. He knelt down with a thud, walked to the giant god soldier on his knees, and sobbed: "Master, I won't leave, I don't want to go to Wu'an Army."

"Fang Ziyou, the army has spent countless efforts and resources to train you. You have deliberately cut off contact with the army since ten years ago, and now you have made this request again, and finally chose to serve as a member of the Qingyang Sect. Xiao, you chose to ignore the military order, do you know your guilt?" Shen Zhui shouted coldly.

The giant god soldier swayed and knelt down in the tunnel with his stump, saying: "I know my crime, and I am willing to be punished."

"I would like to ask you, if you could do it again, what would you choose?"

Fang Ziyou avoided answering and just begged: "Please take Bai Xiaochun away."

"Then if I ask you to die to apologize, I will agree to give him a way to live. Are you willing too?"

"I am willing." Qingyangzi bowed again.

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