Tian Yuan

Is it an illusion?

The cultivators looked at Chen Qingyuan carefully several times, and did not find any fluctuations in his Dao rhythm. They pulled themselves out of their uneasy mood, stabilized their Dao hearts, and remained calm.

"Who are you?"

Out of caution, the monks would not foolishly make trouble, but planned to find out the identity and background of this person.

"If you really want to accept a disciple, come back in twenty years!"

Chen Qingyuan pretended not to hear and spoke calmly, not in the tone of discussing with everyone, but in the tone of informing.

The monks on the high ground had a hint of displeasure on their faces. However, they were unsure of Chen Qingyuan's background and did not dare to offend him easily. They controlled their emotions and sent people to test him.

A young monk landed on the ground and secretly received orders from his elders to see what the man was really like.

After all, they are young people. If they really do something wrong, the elders can step in to stop them and say a few polite words, and then a big thing can be made small, or a small thing can be made nothing.

Sometimes, it is not appropriate for elders to leave directly and they should leave room for maneuver rather than cutting off their own escape route.

"Boom"

There was a sound of landing. A young man from Lingping Sect, wearing a light white brocade with a symbol of the sect embroidered on his chest, strode towards Chen Qingyuan, with a surge of spiritual energy on his body, a handsome and cold look, and sharp eyes.

Every step you take will break a piece of exquisite jade floor tile, making a crisp cracking sound.

Zhu Wulang and the others were all ordinary people, and the wave of spiritual power that diffused over made their bodies sway and they almost fell down.

These people's faces were filled with fear, their bodies trembled uncontrollably, and they didn't know how this would end.

The legendary immortal master is not someone that mortals can contend against.

Surrender is the only choice.

Many people had this thought, with despair and helplessness in their eyes.

Among this group of ordinary people, only Zhu Wulang still held a glimmer of hope. Even if he encountered such a situation, when he looked at Chen Qingyuan, he was not nervous at all and was full of trust.

"If you want us to leave, you have to show your strength!"

The young man stopped in front of Chen Qingyuan, only two feet away.

Everyone in the clouds was watching with their brows lowered, feeling inexplicably nervous. Their hearts were beating faster and faster, and an invisible pressure was looming over them, making them feel suffocated.

"Boring." Chen Qingyuan really didn't want to play with these little guys. Besides, he was still carving a wooden sword and didn't bother to pay attention to them.

Using spiritual energy once will cause serious and irreversible damage to the body.

Don't take action unless it's absolutely necessary.

"Pretend to be a ghost."

The young man's strength was far inferior to that of his elders, so he naturally could not feel the looming sense of oppression and crisis. He just thought that the person in front of him was pretending and there was no need to be so careful.

With a shout, he wanted to take a step forward and exert pressure.

At this moment, Chen Qingyuan suddenly raised his head, revealing a pair of deep eyes, like the starry sky of the universe, carrying billions of stars, and endless abyss black holes, mysterious and unpredictable.

There was a trace of time in his eyes, and he had gone through countless vicissitudes of life. It gave people an illusion that he had become a piece of duckweed, floating on the boundless ocean, so small that he might be swallowed up by the waves and shattered into pieces at any time.

Suddenly, the young man looked at Chen Qingyuan, and he immediately lost his momentum, and a trace of fear began to appear on his face. Moreover, the fear spread to all parts of his body at an extremely fast speed, and he was terrified and sweating.

At this moment, the young man's soul seemed to be swallowed up by an endless abyss, falling continuously, without end.

Even when facing the sect leader, it is impossible to feel this kind of fear.

At this moment, let alone testing with spiritual power, even maintaining an upright posture was extremely difficult.

After a few breaths, there was a "plop" sound.

The young man knelt down uncontrollably, his knees smashing the floor tile in front of him. He lowered his head, not daring to look directly at the person, and his whole body was still shaking.

The first feeling after kneeling down was not a loss of dignity, but a sense of comfort.

Only by kneeling down and bowing can one greatly relieve the invisible pressure on the soul and get a respite.

If he could hold on a little longer, the young man could be sure that he would die!

The way of death is simple, the soul suffocates and the spirit collapses.

As to why this is so, I can't give a reason.

At Chen Qingyuan's level, there is no need to use any spiritual magic. Just a glance is enough to suppress countless ordinary cultivators, making them feel as if they have seen a killing god and unable to bear it.

"what happened?"

"Why did Xiao Qi suddenly kneel down? What happened?"

"I didn't see this person take action, and there was no spiritual energy fluctuation."

"Xiao Qi! What happened?"

Seeing this, the people of Lingping Sect were suddenly startled and tried to contact the young man kneeling on the ground to find out the reason.

The monks from various sects looked at each other and talked secretly, but they did not sense the fluctuation of spiritual energy, which was extremely abnormal.

Looking at the young man's terrified and trembling appearance, he must have encountered something, otherwise he would not be like this.

Zhu Wulang and others on the side were even less clear about what they were seeing. They were stunned, with their eyes wide open, at a loss as to what to do.

In a state of extreme fear, the young man was unable to reply.

"call out"

Without time to think about it, the elders of Lingping Sect hurried down to find out what was going on.

"I'm sorry that I made you laugh, my friend."

Although the elder could not sense Chen Qingyuan's cultivation level, from the reaction of his disciple kneeling on the ground, he knew that he should treat him seriously and not be reckless.

Now, it can be confirmed that Chen Qingyuan is not an ordinary person, otherwise how could the core disciples who have entered the Golden Core Realm be so frightened.

If one's cultivation level cannot be seen, then there is only one result.

The strength of the person in front of me is far above ours!

Only in this way can we return to our original nature and avoid being noticed by others.

The elders of each sect were not fools. They quickly landed on the solid floor and did not dare to stand on the high ground for fear of causing trouble.

"If you don't mind, you can come to Lingping Sect as a guest. We will definitely treat you as a distinguished guest and entertain you well."

The elder bowed his hands in a gesture of respect.

"Ask you something."

Chen Qingyuan put away the pressure from the depths of his soul, his expression was indifferent and his tone was flat.

"Please say."

The elders of Lingping Sect maintained a respectful attitude.

"Monks cannot interfere in the affairs of the dynasty. Why?"

Through Chen Qingyuan's observations over the years, although there are many cultivators staying in the territory of Changjin State, they rarely reveal their identities, and dare not bully mortals as cultivators.

"Fellow Taoist, don't you know?"

Hearing this question, the monks were quite surprised.

"Answer clearly and I'll save your life."

Chen Qingyuan lowered his head again and sharpened the wooden sword in his hand.

The wooden sword is about to take shape, and I don’t mind using the monk’s blood to sharpen it.

Only when it is stained with spiritual blood can it truly transform into a sharp sword.

Upon hearing this, everyone's subconscious reaction was to be furious. What a big tone to use to save us from death!

After changing their minds and looking at the young disciple who was still kneeling, everyone controlled their emotions and did not dare to explode.