Chapter 7 — Awakening Spiritual Roots scolded and cried at the entire Cultivation Immortal World

Looking at his disdain for the world, I don't understand why my heart feels a lot more at ease. Okay. Thien Kieu Luan Dao Hoi, I will go see you. ## 10 Thien Kiem Sect has majestic aura. The whole mountain was like a giant sword pointed straight into the sky, its wind clearly visible. I and a few senior brothers representing the sect came here. Along the way, we received countless strange looks.

“Look, it's a member of Thanh Van Tong.”

“I heard that this year their team leader is a woman named Lang Nguyet, whose spiritual root is a bird.”

"Phew! Bird? What bird? Can you eat it?"

"Not only that. I also heard that their previous leader, Phuong Than, was scolded by that bird until he vomited blood, and is still mining minerals."

"Real or fake? This is too wild!"

All kinds of gossip passed through my ears. The faces of the senior brothers next to me were all pale, just wanting to find a hole in the ground to crawl down. I didn't change my face. To An's shoulders puffed out his chest even more, with a proud look as if to say: "That's right, it's me." The discussion seminar officially began. During the opening ceremony, the geniuses of the great sects gathered in one place. I just took a look and saw the most prominent person in the crowd. A young man in a white shirt, with a long sword on his back, handsome face, cold expression, like an iceberg that has not melted for ten thousand years. He just stood there and created his own world, completely incompatible with the noise around him. He is Diep Co Thanh. As if sensing my gaze, he looked this way. Those eyes were not contemptuous, not curious, just a piece of nothingness, like looking at a stone.

“Just keep pretending, keep pretending.”

To An whispered in my head.

“There will come a time when you cry.”

The Taoist Association is divided into "literary fighting" and "martial fighting". Literature is where each person presents his or her understanding of the great path. Martial arts is to compete on stage. In the fighting section, the geniuses all quoted scriptures, their mouths bloomed with lotus flowers, and strange visions continuously appeared. When it's my turn, I only say one sentence:

“The great path is simple, avoid unnecessary words.”

The whole school was quiet. Then everyone laughed in unison.

"Is there no one left at Thanh Van Tong? Would you send a rude person to discuss religion?"

"I'm dying laughing! Does she know what the Great Way is?"

The head of the Thien Kiem Sect sat on the throne, his face also looking somewhat unsightly. Only Elder Thanh Huyen remained leisurely and at ease, as if everything was within expectations. Not long after, the martial arts part came. Opponents are decided by drawing lots. My first opponent is the saintess Bach Hoa Coc, Hoa Tuong Dung. A beauty who looks weak and fragile, making others feel sorry for her as soon as she meets her.

“Sister Lang Nguyet, this young lady has low cultivation base, I hope you will have mercy.”

She gently bowed to me, her voice was so sweet it was sickening. A series of howls were immediately heard from below the stage.

"Don't be afraid, fairy! If you can't fight, I'll help you!"

“People of Thanh Van Tong, if you dare to hurt a single hair of the fairy, we will not leave you alone!”

I hadn't spoken yet, To An opened his mouth first:

"Oh my, where does the green tea come from? The smell is so strong that I'm about to vomit."

"Sister? Is the skin on your face made from the city wall? You're clearly at least ten years older than Lang Nguyet, you still don't know Embarrassed to call her sister?

“It's also said that the cultivation level is low. Last night you used magic to stun three men and steal their magical weapons. You didn't say that at the time."

Hoa Tuong Dung's sweet face immediately stiffened. A flash of panic and resentment flashed in her eyes.

“You… you hairy beast, what nonsense are you talking about?”

“Oh, no more pretending? Just like that, the defense line has been broken?

To An let out a strange cry.

“Come here, let everyone see what your face looks like under the eight layers of makeup!”

As soon as the words fell, the dim aura full of fairy energy surrounding Hoa Tuong Dung's body suddenly burst like a bubble. The face revealed only had a normal appearance, even a bit bitter. The whole school was in an uproar.

“Oh my god! My goddess… the magic layer is broken!”

“So she always used magic to make herself more beautiful!”

Hoa Tuong Dung felt strange eyes around her, her mood completely collapsed.

“I kill you!”

She screamed and rushed towards me. But the move was completely disordered, and the magic was out of control. Before her eyes appeared all kinds of illusions that she feared the most. Before she even touched me, I held my head and rolled on the ground, crying and shouting:

“Don't come here!”

I sighed and kicked her, sending her flying down to the ring.

“Next person.”

11 I became famous after a battle. Of course, the one who really became famous was To An. The title "Unique Bird God" resonates throughout Thien Kiem Sect. In the following matches, without exception, our opponents were all broken by To An's "verbal attack", losing all will to fight on the spot. Thach Pha Thien of Ngu Beast Mountain was told by To An that his ancient beast was actually just a stupid hybrid dog, so angry that both man and beast went crazy. Vuong Dai Chuy of Luyen Khi Sect was exposed by To An for taking the sect's precious materials to make pots, pans, bowls, and chopsticks for himself every day. He was embarrassed and just wanted to find a hole to hide in. … We almost didn't need to make a move, we just kept winning, going straight to the finals. Our opponent in the final match was, as expected, Diep Co Thanh. The atmosphere of the entire seminar was pushed to a climax. On one side is the recognized first person of the young generation in the South Region, the peerless genius of the Emotionless Sword Dao. On one side is the largest black horse in this Daoist conference, and the mysterious and unpredictable divine bird. Everyone wants to know what will be the result when the sharpest mouth meets the coldest sword. We step up to the highest stage. Diep Co Thanh still has that icy expression, her eyes as quiet as an ancient well.

“Make a move.”

He opened his mouth. His voice was also cold as ice.