When a Western Fantasy Witch Traveled to the Immortal Cultivation World and Became the King of Scrol

Chapter 6 A Secret Sign
When the familiar words reached her ears, Zhou Ling was stunned. She looked up at the tall and handsome man in front of her and saw that he was crying harder and harder, and his tears were about to fall on her head.

She swallowed and took a step back calmly.

However, facing the sudden signal and the emotional man, Zhou Ling still remained vigilant.

"Love you walking alone in a dark alley?"

In the eyes of everyone else, her reply seemed to be irrelevant, but this light sentence made Long Aotian's already suppressed emotions completely collapse.

Under everyone's shocked gaze, he suddenly lifted his clothes and knelt on the ground! He raised his head and let out a long roar towards the sky!
Afterwards, she didn't care about the lives of the onlookers, she cried heartbreakingly, almost knelt down at Zhou Ling's feet, and ignored the little girl's struggle and grabbed her wrist.

"I love the way you don't kneel!!!" He wailed even louder, enunciating each word with endless sadness and grievance, as if every word was crying blood.

After all these fancy moves, all that was received was deathly silence all around.

"Uncle-master Long, could it be that someone has possessed his body?" The disciples of Wan Dao Sect did not dare to discuss it too loudly, as they felt it would be embarrassing.

Not only people from their own sect are present today, because they are looking for the successor of the Hengyue Sword Technique, almost all representatives of sects in the entire cultivation world have gathered here. Now, the successor of the Hengyue Sword Technique has not been found yet, and they are the first to be embarrassed.

Mo Wang, the leader of the Wan Dao Sect, walked off the stage with a gloomy face. He never expected that his usually steady junior brother would go crazy on such an important occasion today. He walked straight forward and pulled the man up. He wanted to find an excuse to explain his abnormal behavior today, but he never expected that before he could open his mouth, the man cast a dust purification spell on himself and straightened his messy clothes, returning to his previous image of a cold and aloof master.

"Fellow Taoists, please forgive me for losing my composure just now."

After saying that, he walked towards the platform without changing his expression, sat back in his previous seat and started drinking tea!

Everyone was confused, and Mo Wang's face was almost as black as the bottom of a pot. However, thinking about this embarrassing thing, he could feel relieved because he could be suppressed to a minimum when he was about to confirm the successor of the Hengyue Sword Technique.

It was a small episode. Although everyone was surprised, most of them were just there to watch it for fun. After all, the purpose of their gathering here today was not to see Uncle Long's abnormality, but to confirm whether the successor of the Hengyue Sword Technique had really appeared.

It is said that the person was the little girl who was being cried by Uncle Long on his knees.

Actually, Zhou Ling had not yet recovered from the shock of seeing her fellow villager, but the countless gazes cast at her made her feel a chill down her spine for no reason.

It feels like... I'm being targeted by something sinister, and I feel uneasy.

But before she could think about it, a familiar sword talisman appeared in front of her, carried by someone's spiritual power.

"Don't be afraid, little girl. Do you still remember this sword talisman? This is the one you used near the Holy Fruit Sect that day. Today, are you willing to use it again in front of everyone present? Don't be nervous. Just use your spiritual power to activate this sword talisman as you did before."

Mo Wang saw that the little girl was trembling slightly because of being stared at by everyone, so he handed her the sword talisman and spoke to her in a gentle voice to comfort her.

But as he finished speaking, the uneasiness in Zhou Ling's heart began to grow stronger. It was no longer just a chill on her back, but her entire body began to feel cold. The hairs under her clothes stood up, as if she would face great danger if she activated the sword talisman in public.

Since this intuition had saved her life many times, Zhou Ling chose to believe it without hesitation.

"Senior, is activating this sword talisman the entry test to join the Wan Dao Sect?" She seemed very nervous, and her big, clear and tender eyes were full of confusion, but her tone was sincere and serious, which made people want to answer it properly.

In fact, before the formal test, Mo Wang didn't want to tell the little girl the specific reason. After all, if she knew from the beginning that what she was carrying was related to the fate of the entire cultivation world, she would feel a lot of pressure at such a young age and wouldn't know how to face it. But now facing Zhou Ling's watery eyes and her eager expression, he... couldn't even say anything to hide it casually!

"This talisman is one of the backup plans left by a great man many years ago. If you can activate this talisman, you can learn the Hengyue Sword Art. Only those who are destined to learn this sword art can practice it. After it is fully developed, combined with the power of the Hengyue Sword, it can use the pressure of heaven and earth to break the evil demons in this world, and can also...re-stabilize the barrier that Senior Hengyue set up with the power of heaven and earth. The sword talisman you used near the Shengguo Sect before was this talisman. Therefore, this is not an entry test, this is what everyone wants to confirm in person, whether the Hengyue Sword Art has really found a successor."

Mo Wang explained it clearly, and Zhou Ling understood it, so...

Perhaps she knew where the feeling of being watched came from.

Today is the day when Wan Dao Sect opens its doors to the public once every three hundred years and recruits disciples. All the people present should have been from their own sect, but today... almost all the people from all the sects in the entire realm are present. Except for the center of the square in front of the hall, which is empty, the rest of the circle is full of people.

That cold gaze like a venomous snake came from behind him.

Even though he noticed something was wrong, Zhou Ling didn't dare to show any sign of abnormality, let alone turn his head to look.

I had just arrived at the Wan Dao Sect, so I shouldn't have offended anyone to cause this disaster. My mother wasn't the type to get into trouble, so... the only source of the disaster might be the sword talisman in front of me.

"Senior, this... I dare not deceive you. You must have made a mistake about this sword talisman. The one who activated this talisman near the Holy Fruit Sect was not me, nor was it my mother."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Ling felt that the sinister gaze directed at him had eased a lot, and he knew that he had guessed correctly.

However, she didn't know that this short sentence was like a stone that caused a thousand ripples.

Everyone present looked at each other, and saw anxious expressions on each other's faces. How could such a major event that concerned the entire world of immortal cultivation go wrong?

"Then why does the shield formed by the sword energy protect you and your mother?"

Mo Wang naturally didn't believe what the little girl said. Hengyue had a spirit, and the one he was protecting must be the master.

Since she is the master, who else could be the successor if not her?
"I don't know." Zhou Lingwei blinked her eyes and looked very innocent.

"If you don't believe me, I can use my spiritual power to activate it for you to see."

After saying that, she reached out and took the sword talisman floating in front of her.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Zhou Ling's hand shone brightly! He poured all his energy into the sword symbol.

But that thin piece of talisman paper really didn't react at all.

The whole place was silent. When they saw that Jian Fu really had no reaction, everyone felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on their hearts, so heavy that it made it hard to breathe.

After nearly a thousand years, the only ray of hope they had seen was shattered. The next monk chosen to sacrifice himself to heaven might be themselves!
The gray and depressing atmosphere gradually spread, and no one noticed that Zhou Ling, who looked innocent at this moment, was actually trying his best to suppress the sword talisman in his hand.

(End of this chapter)