Immortal In the Front Chapter 9

"This long whip is also a rare treasure. Senior, would you rather take it away?" Lucas Zhang pointed at the blood-stained magic weapon on the ground and tried to keep his voice steady.

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"No need." Lucas Zhang was puzzled, and then heard Nolan Rong say, "Someone has to take the blame."

Lucas Zhang's brain skipped a beat. The reason why he had always been able to please Victor Luo in the past was because he was smart.

Now, he understood.

Nolan Rong had no intention of letting these two people go from the beginning. He did not use any of the Qingshan Sect's spells from beginning to end. Even from the fluctuations of spiritual power, he could only tell that it was the Black Mountain Sect's disciples who were killing each other.

Since these two people were already dead, it would make sense for someone who passed by and saw the treasure not to pick it up. Whoever took the whip was the most likely murderer, and the natural development after that was...

Even if it is to avenge the deceased, no one will point the finger at Nolan Rong!

Not only was he a fifth-level spiritualist, but he was also able to think so thoroughly. With such a temperament and ruthlessness, Victor Luo was no match for him. Just by killing two inner disciples of the Black Wind Sect and venting the anger of the Qingshan Sect, Lucas Zhang was convinced.

"Are you planning to go back and tell Victor Luo all this? Including what I did and how many treasures I got?" Nolan Rong asked.

Lucas Zhang shook his head desperately. He would not do such a stupid thing even if he had a hundred courages. This was truly cruel. In comparison, Victor Luo was just a villain who could not help bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

"I won't say anything." Lucas Zhang was silent for a moment and then frowned, "It's just that I was not the only one sent down the mountain to follow you. When another disciple saw you using the spiritual spring to exchange for other things, he couldn't wait to go back and report. But it was only the spiritual spring. Now no one else knows about this. Don't worry, senior, I will never tell you these things even if I die."

Lucas Zhang followed him down the mountain. If he died, it would be his fault, and Victor Luo would definitely make a big fuss about it. Nolan Rong naturally didn't take Victor Luo seriously, but Victor Luo's master was Gregory Zhuang, a guest elder sent by Shangqing Xianzong to sit in the Qingshan Sect. Although he was only a second-level spiritual master, even the head of the sect had to respect him.

"I'll let you go this time, but I won't let you go three times." Nolan Rong's eyes were complicated. He had no intention of killing him. It was just a temporary measure. He couldn't really trust this cowardly fence-sitter.

"Yes, yes, yes!" The murderous aura that had been pressing on his body dissipated, and Lucas Zhang finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling extremely grateful.

On the way back, Lucas Zhang lowered his head and fell behind respectfully. Nolan Rong seemed to have thought of something, so he stopped and turned to ask him: "You said before that Victor Luo was going to deal with me, is that true?"

Lucas Zhang said quickly: "It's absolutely true. I don't know the details of what happened, but I just heard that Senior Brother Ethan Ye has come out of seclusion and I want to go see him. Senior Brother Victor Luo also said that he wants to embarrass you in public."

Nolan Rong's pupils shrank slightly: "He asked Ethan Ye to help?"

"It seems so, I'm not sure." Lucas Zhang said quickly, "If I know someone is doing something bad to you in the future, I will tell you in advance."

"No need." Even if what he said now was true, who knows if it can be trusted in the future. Nolan Rong didn't plan to rely on others to live, and didn't want to be influenced by small people, so he added casually, "It's enough for you to protect yourself. Don't mention anything to Victor Luo when you go back."

Nolan Rong was thinking about him? Lucas Zhang was somewhat moved, and still felt a little flattered after they parted ways.

How could a fourth-level spiritualist be compared with a fifth-level spiritualist? If he didn't say it, Victor Luo would surely fall flat on his face. After thinking about it, he decided to keep the last sentence in his heart and not tell anyone. Some people are so annoying that it's useless to tell others. Only personal experience can make you understand.

I hope Victor Luo can turn back after hitting the wall.

After returning to the house and sitting on the futon, Nolan Rong seemed to be thinking about something.

The Qingshan Sect was too restrained in not allowing internal strife, and the urge to kill and bloodthirst had been suppressed for too long without release, and he could no longer bear it. The two people from the Black Wind Sect arrived at the right time. Nolan Rong had no intention of leaving any survivors from the beginning, but it was a pity that his death was easy and not very painful.

It also has the intention of deterring Lucas Zhang, and it can be seen that the effect is quite good.

This time, he gained a lot. The two spells were pretty good, and Nolan Rong was quite satisfied. At the moment, his mind was completely focused on the spoils, and he had no intention of setting up the formation.

He sorted out the treasures he had obtained, took out the piece of mud mixed with black jade fragments again, poured spiritual power into it, but there was no reaction, and the blood draw was useless... Nolan Rong tried various methods, but the moment his spiritual sense probed into it, the mark on his left arm became faintly hot, and the black light in his qi sea jumped and rushed into the mud along his arm!

All his spiritual power rushed into the mud, and soon the fifth-level spiritualist's spiritual power was almost exhausted. Finally, the dirt peeled off spontaneously, revealing a drop of purple crystal in the shape of a water drop, emitting a halo, and there were purple lines swirling inside.

In an instant, countless ancient characters rushed into the sea of   consciousness.

It's not a spell, but a technique.

Nolan Rong drank the spiritual spring to replenish his needs, thinking that this could make the Hunyuan Devouring Dao operate spontaneously and it was definitely an extraordinary item. Suddenly, he paused and the spring water in his mouth almost sprayed out.

, the pinnacle of earth-level skills, comparable to the heaven-level skills!

What kind of opportunity is this? Nolan Rong's face was extremely strange. In his previous life, he was able to transcend the ordinary and become a saint because of this. There was a complete copy of this in the Shangqing Immortal Sect. An ancient sect spent tens of millions of high-quality spiritual crystals to bid for the second half of the scroll. Unexpectedly, in this life, what he deserved was still in his hands by accident.

The real ones are engraved on the ancient stele, while the others are naturally just rubbings or fragments.

Nolan Rong frowned: "It is indeed just a fragment, recording the middle part. I am not familiar with the second half, but I should be able to deduce it from the foundation volume."

Having practiced in the last life, this time it was very familiar, and he could see where it was missing. He already had a more suitable technique. But once the devouring power came out, the properties of the technique would be exposed. Once discovered, the consequences would be disastrous. Nolan Rong had been trying to find a way to remedy this, and now he finally found a way.

The skills learned in the previous life are not useless and may be able to deceive the world.

Do what you say.

Nolan Rong practiced and guided the spiritual power in his body to transform towards the direction of sword intent. This was a slow process, but it was a hundred times easier than practicing the Hunyuan Devouring Dao. Perhaps it was because the devouring of the original power cleansed the tendons and marrow and changed the innate foundation of this body, making it much easier to practice other techniques.

Yellow-level skills naturally have to give way to earth-level skills.

Finally, the sword intent prevailed, and the devouring power that had merged into every part of the body slowly retreated back to the qi sea, and was completely sealed in the swaying black light.

The sword energy was not as strong as the absorbing original force. Nolan Rong's aura was restrained, a little weaker than before, but his heart was beating wildly with anticipation.

He finally figured out the extraordinary nature of this technique.

To others, practicing two sets of skills may seem shocking, but Hunyuan Shidao is so amazing that it can be perfectly integrated with any other skills, making the best use of their strengths and avoiding their weaknesses to achieve perfection.

There is an explanation in the technique. Now, if one's level is not as good as Taixu Sword Intent, one will be suppressed by the latter. Once one's level exceeds that of Taixu Sword Intent, one will be able to absorb the Dao principles of Taixu Sword Intent to make up for the needs.

The grade of this technique can be upgraded as the practitioner's cultivation becomes stronger. As long as the grade is improved, it should be able to devour even the most powerful techniques. It is simply invincible.

No wonder even the Holy Emperor covets it.

However, if you want to become invincible one day, you must first save your life.

Nolan Rong was obsessed with cultivation, using sword energy to refine his body, and practicing the two new techniques he had just learned. It took him half a month to master them. All the remaining devouring power in his body was sealed into the devouring black light suspended in the sea of   qi, like an unopened sword, plain and simple, ready to be used at any time.

With the protection of sword intent, even if Ethan Ye obtained the basics of Hunyuan Shidao, Nolan Rong would be able to avoid being discovered as long as they did not fight to the death.

At the same time, the Qingshan Sect opened its doors to recruit new disciples, and the big day for the assessment of new disciples finally arrived as scheduled.

The terrain above the green hills was flat, with a new disciple standing in the center, looking at the strong man on the stage with curiosity and awe.

The other disciples of the sect stood on the side, the outer disciples on the left, the inner disciples on the right, and the head elders sat upright on the fifth step, all of them had stern looks and the atmosphere was extremely solemn.

In the center is a Lingbi about two meters in size, with a white jade-like luster. Such a large and complete piece of Lingjing is very valuable and is used to measure cultivation. The large characters on it are visible enough for everyone underground to see.

In addition, there are more than ten seats on the stage, and only some elder disciples and third-generation disciples are qualified to sit there.

"Congratulations to everyone for passing the rigorous trials and becoming disciples of Qingshan Sect..." The elder spoke in a loud voice, and after a long speech he finally got to the point.

"Everyone, please be patient. The final round of selection will be held here. If you are selected by the elders or inner disciples of level 3 spiritual masters or above, you can directly become an inner disciple. Whether you can be selected depends on your luck."

After tens of thousands of people were screened through layers, only about a hundred people were left. Most of them had young faces, and some were less than ten years old. They lined up according to their talent and cultivation level, with the taller ones in front and the shorter ones in the back.

In the huge square, not only the new disciples, but also the former outer disciples were eager to try, looking at the people on the stage with anticipation, nervousness or excitement, as they also had the chance to be selected.

"Those who are interested in taking in a disciple can first have their cultivation tested on Lingbi, or demonstrate their own special spells, and then they can go down and take a look."

The headmaster and the elders took their seats, followed by ten third-generation disciples, and the remaining disciples stood respectfully.

Victor Luo stood beside Ethan Ye, staring at a certain place with a sinister look, but the man looked at the audience calmly. He lowered his head and whispered a few words, and Ethan Ye smiled and nodded slightly.

"The elders of Qingshan Sect seldom accept disciples. Those sitting here are all third-generation disciples. The one leading them is Ethan Ye, the best of the younger generation in Qingshan Sect. It must be the result of his ancestors' good deeds for eight generations that he was chosen." An experienced outer disciple boasted to the new disciple.

"Some senior brothers already have many menial disciples. Even if they choose us, they may not really teach us with all their heart. But Senior Brother Ethan Ye is different. He doesn't have a single disciple. This is the first time he wants to accept a disciple!"

"In short, there are advantages and disadvantages. Who cares? Opportunities are all earned by oneself."

Many disciples were blatantly trying to attract attention, while others quietly pushed forward, looking for opportunities. As for those who, out of humility, consciously chose to be pushed to the back row, there were indeed some.

Trevor Ye was not tall and was blocked by the crowd. He could not see the stage even when he stood on tiptoe. He was not in a hurry, but Iris Zhao, who came with him, was very anxious. She pouted and refused to talk to him out of spite.

Nolan Rong looked down at the stage but still didn't see anyone he knew, so he had to give up.

It stands to reason that Trevor Ye's evil appearance should be very conspicuous. Strange.

These new disciples below the stage were dreaming of reaching the top overnight, but in fact they had no idea that even the inner disciples had no talent. However, what could a mere spiritualist who had just started his cultivation teach them?

It is not bad to have an elder as your teacher. Some elders, if they themselves are not capable, would like to accept a talented disciple and place their hopes on the disciple so that they can benefit from the boy's fame in the future. That is why they would rather have no one than have the wrong one. As long as they accept a disciple, they will definitely teach him carefully.

The rest of them have good talents and want to find disciples who do menial tasks. They are called disciples, but in fact they are servants who do odd jobs and serve them.

Nolan Rong asked the steward for the roster, looked through it one by one, and finally saw Trevor Ye's name at the back of the new disciples. His expression eased a little.