Let the system try to save the world

"Look at you." The head of the sect said earnestly, "You can't poison your disciples just because your name sounds bad."

"Why is it unpleasant to listen to?" Jiang Qingyu said confidently, "My eldest disciple Wan'an, it sounds so good."

"Then do you dare to recite the following ones?" asked the headmaster.

"Why would I dare not..."

"My master wouldn't dare." Xi Wan'an quickly pulled Jiang Qingyu's sleeve and whispered, "Save some face for the junior brothers and sisters."

"Wan An is still sensible." The head of the sect stroked his few beards with satisfaction. He looked at Jiang Qingyu and said angrily, "Don't walk so slowly. Why don't you fly your sword?"

"You don't fly a sword either?" Jiang Qingyu asked, "Otherwise, how did you meet a slow-moving me?"

"I am the leader. How can the leader be the first to arrive?"

"What a twisted theory." Jiang Qingyu sneered. He turned his head and said, "Wan'an, take me with you. I forgot my sword at Xin'an Peak today."

"You forget to bring this and that, and you lose things every day." The head of the sect said, "Why don't you forget about Anfeng yourself?"

"You said it!" Jiang Qingyu grabbed Xi Wan'an's belt, "Wan'an, go home and sleep."

Xi Wan'an was obviously used to all this. He didn't say a word, but just pinched the magic formula in his hand. The long sword under his feet was like a white rainbow piercing the sun, and the figures of the two disappeared directly in mid-air.

Many practitioners have gathered in the spacious hall. Looking around, everyone's cultivation is above the Nascent Soul stage.

There was a passage written in sword energy on the wall of the main hall. It was the same scripture that Xi Wan'an had previously talked about with the young disciples who had just joined the Hetong Sect.

"Like the laws of heaven and earth, like the sun and the moon, distinguishing the stars, following the yin and yang, and distinguishing the four seasons"

"To be in harmony with the Tao from ancient times is called harmony"

Jiang Qingyu walked to his seat with familiarity, touched the spiritual fruit in the fruit plate and started eating.

"It's true that people are like their disciples." The man who spoke sneered. He was wearing a white robe embroidered with delicate gold patterns, which sparkled with a mysterious light.

Jiang Qingyu peeled a virtual fruit, chewed it twice, and couldn't help but cover his mouth and spit it out, "It's so sour."

"Who are you calling jealous?" the man suddenly became furious.

"Ah, you're talking to me?" Jiang Qingyu said, "I'm saying this Xu Ling fruit is sour."

"Hmph." The man shook the fan in his hand, "It smells so poor. Can Xin'an Peak not even afford the Void Spirit Fruit now?"

Jiang Qingyu wiped his hands and spread them out to him.

"What does this mean?"

"Brother Li, since you can afford it, please treat me."

"Sure." The cultivator surnamed Li said, "Then I will merge your Xin'an Peak into my Xunqi Peak, and I will have enough Xuling Fruit in the future."

"You shameless thing." Jiang Qingyu suddenly jumped up and directly threw the whole plate of fruit peels and cores on the head of the monk surnamed Li. "I ate your two fruits, and you still want to go to my Xin'an Peak!"

"I've known for a long time that you're jealous of me being loved by the master. It's just that every disciple is a little bit better than you, the spiritual energy of Xin'an Peak is a little bit more than yours, and the secret book I got recently is a little bit more than that!"

"Now you want to take my Xin'an Peak, the next step is to make me go crazy." Jiang Qingyu pinned the cultivator surnamed Li to the ground, beating him while crying, "Master! Open your eyes and look! This is how Li Qinglan bullies your favorite little disciple!"

"That's enough." The headmaster came late. He roared, his voice carrying the heavy pressure of a late-stage spirit transformation cultivator. "We are all masters. How can you be so disrespectful to fight and quarrel?"

"Li Qinglan is trying to seize my territory!" Jiang Qingyu stood up slowly and said angrily, but there was not a single tear on her face, which made her seem unconvincing.

What a bad guy who complains first. Li Qinglan stood up with two panda eyes. He wiped his nose and touched blood on his hand as expected.

Qingzhu, this bastard... Li Qinglan gritted her teeth. They were talking fine before, but he calculated the time perfectly and suddenly attacked when the head brother came over and shattered his protective spiritual energy with two punches. Who would believe that he didn't do it on purpose?

Jiang Qingyu's lips moved slightly, and he said in a voice transmission, "If you dare to talk bad about my disciple, I will beat you."

"I don't care about my face, reputation, or the reputation of my sect. If you say it once, I will beat you up."

"…Nothing." Li Qinglan looked at the smiling Jiang Qingyu and finally swallowed her anger. "I was just playing around with my junior brother and lost my temper."

"Qinglan is not feeling well, so I will leave first." Li Qinglan clasped his fists and bowed to the headmaster, then left without caring whether the headmaster agreed or not.

His disciples followed behind him, looking at the expressions of the Sect Leader and Jiang Qingyu, and sneaked out one after another.

"Are you satisfied now?" The head of the sect sent a message to Jiang Qingyu, "Qinglan also asked you to leave. He can't attend the sect gathering this time. Are you satisfied?"

"Hey, Wan'an, this plate is pretty good. Let's take it home." Jiang Qingyu held up the fruit plate he had picked up from the ground and looked at it in the sunlight for a moment, then handed it to Xi Wan'an, motioning him to put it in the ring.

"Jiang Qingyu!" the leader shouted angrily.

"There's no use shouting my name!" Jiang Qingyu raised his voice. The group of people had already stopped socializing and were eating melons while secretly watching the scene in the hall.

"Because of the incident in the Dust and Smoke Realm ten years ago, my third disciple Lu Wanqing is still guarding the Ten Thousand Demons Abyss to resist the invasion of the demons."

"I haven't seen him for ten years." Jiang Qingyu said, "You are all immortals, all powerful. Ten years is just a blink of an eye."

"The spiritual energy in the Ten Thousand Demons Abyss is exhausted, no grass grows, and it hasn't even rained for a few times." Jiang Qingyu closed his eyes. "His spiritual roots were destroyed, and the demonic energy entered his body. How could he have survived these ten years?"

"This is not just our decision." The head of the sect said coldly, "The ten major sects of Xuanqing Realm have made this decision together. The right and wrong of Lu Wanqing's matter has already been clearly determined. There is no need to argue anymore."

"Is it his fault that Lord Green Jade made a contract with my disciple?"

"Lord Green Jade has regained consciousness and has long known that the Dust and Smoke World is about to be destroyed, so he is unwilling to show up. Is it my disciple's fault?"

"Is it his fault that my disciple's spiritual roots were destroyed?" Jiang Qingyu opened his eyes. "You just think that Green Jade Lord would not disappear for no reason, so you want to force it out."

"Qingzhu, shut up." The sect leader had already called Jiang Qingyu by his Taoist name. He released his mighty power once again. The disciples with low cultivation in the hall were already trembling and almost kneeling on the ground.

Xi Wan'an withstood the pressure. He stood behind his master and bowed, "Please give my master an explanation."

"Where is my disciple?" Jiang Qingyu also released a pressure to confront the sect leader. This pressure was even stronger and seemed to have the momentum to overwhelm the sect leader.

"You... have reached the Great Perfection of the Spiritual Transformation Stage?" An old man looked surprised, "How is that possible?"

"How is that impossible?" Jiang Qingyu sneered, "I have been thinking about you all for the past ten years. Every day when I was practicing hard, I was thinking about your faces."

"Do you think I should let you harm another of my disciples?"

"Master, I respect you, so I'll ask you again."

"Where is my disciple? If he's alive, I want him to be seen. If he's dead, I want his body to be seen."

"Qingzhu, you are forcing me." said the headmaster.

"Brother, I never thought of forcing you." Jiang Qingyu looked at him, "It was you who kept obstructing me and refused to let me go to find my disciple. I had no choice but to practice hard for ten years and come to you at the sect gathering to ask for the person."

"Okay, this is what you insisted on doing." The head said, he took out something from his ring and threw it to Jiang Qingyu in the air, "Look for yourself."

Jiang Qingyu caught it, and his tall and slender figure almost fell to the ground when he saw that thing.

"Ahem." A touch of bright red blossomed on the floor of the hall like a withered plum blossom.

"Master!" Xi Wan'an quickly reached out to support Jiang Qingyu, and he pried open the thing that Jiang Qingyu was holding tightly in his hand.

It is a broken life card.

The life span of a cultivator is so long that once they embark on the great path, they will not enter the cycle of reincarnation. After death, they can also be transformed into a ghost cultivator or an artifact spirit. Now that the life plate is broken, it can only mean that this person's soul has been destroyed.

"Lu Wanqing's life tablet was broken seven years ago." The head of the sect said, "Qingzhu, it's not that we don't want you to look for it."

"It's really..." The head of the sect sighed, "From the sky to the underworld, where are you going to find it?"

Jiang Qingyu's body trembled a few times. He slowly stood up, bowed deeply to the head of the sect, and turned to walk out.

"Qingzhu, where are you going?" the headmaster asked from behind.

"If he's alive, I want to see him. If he's dead, I want to see his body." Jiang Qingyu said coldly, "Now that he's dead, I want to know exactly how he died."

"Those who deserve gratitude should repay it, and those who deserve to settle accounts should..." He whistled, and a sword pierced through the wall of the hall and stopped at Jiang Qingyu's feet.

"Let's settle the score!" His figure disappeared in front of everyone like a meteor.

"Wan'an." Everyone in the room was silent for a long time. The leader called out to Xi Wan'an who was staring blankly at the sky.

"Master, uncle." Xi Wan'an bowed, "It was my disciple who just offended me."

"Of course, when Master is away, I should serve him. My brother died tragically in a foreign land, and as an elder brother, I should at least collect his body." Xi Wan'an stood up and flew out through the big hole opened by Jiang Qingyu. "Forgive me for my unfilial behavior. I will leave first. When I come back in the future, I will accept any punishment."

What Li Qinglan said was right. The headmaster silently let go of Erkang's hand. What kind of person leads what kind of disciple. The master and disciple ran equally fast.

"Don't mention today's matter again." The head of the sect said, "It is true that Lu Wanqing's matter has indeed caused people to criticize him. If we don't send him to the Ten Thousand Demons Abyss, it will be difficult to stop the public from talking about him."

"But as Venerable Qingzhu said, he has not done anything unforgivable. Moreover, Lu Wanqing is now dead, so don't disturb his peace."

"Yes." Everyone said yes.

They have had their fill of melons, and two of the parties involved have run away, so now it's time to get down to business.

The headmaster walked into the center of the hall, cleared his throat, and sat in the main seat.

"We are gathered here today because the once-in-a-century Wuwei Dharma Assembly is about to be held again." The head of the sect had a solemn and dignified look, and his eyes revealed endless majesty. The practitioners around him were solemn and silent, and everyone bowed their heads in awe, not daring to make the slightest noise.

"In the past hundred years, it was you, the current teachers, who laid the foundation for Hetong Sect to be the number one sect in Xuanqing Realm in the past hundred years."

The headmaster first recounted the history and heritage of the sect, then emphasized how the practitioners of Hetong Sect should uphold the sect's beliefs and mission, and finally arranged the participants and team leaders.

"The original plan was for Wan'an." The head of the sect thought silently for a while, "Forget it, if he can come back, let him go, if he can't come back..."

"Is there anyone willing to volunteer?" the headmaster asked loudly.

"Disciple is willing to go." A man stood out from the crowd of disciples. He was as agile and powerful as a sword. His face was handsome and cold, and there was an extraordinary aura between his brows.

"Ji Zhuochi, step back." A man in front of him shouted, "What kind of occasion is this? Do you have the right to speak?"

"Whose disciple is this?" asked the headmaster.

All the peak masters shook their heads. There are a total of ten peaks in Hetong Sect. Although the master of Xin'an Peak, which has the smallest number of people, is not here at the moment, it is precisely because of the small number of people that the people on Xin'an Peak are recognized by everyone in Hetong Sect.

"Could it be Qinglan's Xun Qifeng?" someone whispered.

"Report to the headmaster." The man who stopped Ji Zhuochi had to step out. "Ji Zhuochi is an outer sect disciple. We had to call him here because we were short of manpower to set up the venue. Who knew he would lose his mind and speak nonsense in front of all the teachers and leaders?"

"Reporting to all the teachers." Ji Zhuochi stepped out and bowed. His eyes were as deep as the night sky, flashing with a determined light. "Can those above the Nascent Soul stage participate in today's sect gathering?"

"That's right." The headmaster nodded.

"To reply to the master's words." Ji Zhuochi smiled, his black hair flowing like a waterfall, gently swaying in the wind. He raised his hands, which were slender and powerful, with a faint spiritual energy emanating from between his fingers. "It just so happens that this disciple just formed a fetus yesterday. I dare to ask all the masters to give it a try."

"Impossible!" The man who spoke was horrified, "How could a useless person like you conceive a baby overnight!"

"Whether it is true or not, we will know it after a quick investigation." said the headmaster.

At that moment, a peak master used his spiritual sense to explore, and indeed saw Ji Zhuochi's Nascent Soul sitting in his Dantian like a little man. The peak master withdrew his spiritual sense, nodded and said, "What Ji boy said is true."

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!" The man knelt on the ground, "Master, all the masters, there must be something fishy going on here."

"What's impossible?" A voice came from outside the hall. The person kicked away the crumbling wall and walked in from the place where Jiang Qingyu had just opened a big hole.

The person coming was facing against the light, so his face couldn't be seen clearly. One could only feel a strong aura emanating from him, which made people afraid to approach him easily.

"Xi Tong?!" The person closest to him couldn't help but gasp. Xi Wan'an, who had just walked out of the door less than half an incense stick of time ago, still had such an unfathomable aura.

It's really scary.

"Xitong...it's me." Xitong stepped into the hall, "But why did you say it in such a horrified tone?"

"By the way, where is my half-brother?"