Chapter Four Hundred and Eighty – Wind and Clouds Move (2/2)
The pitiful Zuo Mo held the Black Processing Meditation mat in his right hand, a handful of jingshi in his left as he cultivated ling power day and night in the hopes that he could increase his ling power as soon as possible.
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Xu Ling Sect.
“What?” Lu Zhen’s expression changed dramatically. His voice became hoarse. “How did the news leak?”
Huang Jie’s face was ashen, his eyes terrified as he said in a trembling tone, “I don’t know! We’ve been very good at keeping it a secret! The people below never had the chance to interact with the outside … …”
“Then how did it leak?” Lu Zhen furiously interrupted him. His forehead was filled with beads of sweat, his tendons showing.
“Don’t know … … don’t know … …” Huang Jie’s face was as white as paper as he mumbled soullessly.
At this time, a disciple stumbled in.
“Bad news! Bad news! Sect leader! Li San has been killed … …”
Bam.
Huang Jie’s legs weakened and he sat down on the ground with a hopeless face.
At this moment, Lu Zhen recovered a thread of calm. He knew what was most important at this time was not to make any measures to resolve this but to report to the top immediately!
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Zong Ru walked with bare feet and closed eyes on the streets of Xu Ling City like a normal dhyana xiu. The people that recognized him along the way all showed respectful expressions, and silently bowed towards him.
In a short time, Turtle Island had become the faction most respected by low-level xiuzhe in Xu Ling City.
Compared to Xu Ling Sect that ignored everything else, the other factions that tried to oppress them, the friendliness that Turtle Island showed low-level xiuzhe was something they had never seen before.
Of the many Turtle Island Cultivation Classes, Zong Ru was the most diligent.
Dhyana xiu were a very special group among xiuzhe. Their obsession with spreading their dhyana path far surpassed other xiuzhe. Sword xiu only sought the sword and many did not have a successor during their entire lives. They would only leave behind their knowledge to those who were fortunate. Seal xiu were always immersed in the formations and seals, and did not have any interest in taking disciples either. Roaming xiu mostly passed their skills from father to son keeping their skills a family secret.
What dhyana xiu wanted was to spread their skills to everyone. They were more willing to pass what they know.
The [Sky Wave Fist Scripture] that Zong Ru first cultivated had been passed onto him for free from an old dhyana xiu. Even though the cultivation classes required paying fees, but the number of people that came to each class to learn far surpassed the number that were registered.
He never sent them away and only serenely taught.
That serene and calm aura was something even Yi Zheng who came from a famed sect couldn’t help but admire.
Even now, Yi Zheng could not understand why this dhyana xiu that did not have orthodox origins was even more powerful than the shixiong from the temple! It wasn’t that he was stronger in strength but in the presence of a dhyana xiu!
Zong Ru’s lectures were extremely long, and usually spanned multiple days.
The number of dhyana xiu that came to listen increased over time, and many came from other cities to listen.
After class, Zong Ru liked to stroll along the streets. For some reason, whenever he walked among this bustling tide of people, he could feel a strange movement in his heart. This strange feeling attacked his mind as though it wanted to tell him something, so he would do it often.
Strolling quickly became one of his practices.
But today … …
Zong Ru stopped in his steps.
At the opposite street corner, a group of people with treasure lights laughed and talked heedlessly.
“Ho, this Xu Ling City is pretty prosperous!” The one that spoke was a male dressed in red robes. He looked around furtively and then his eyes suddenly lit up, “That girl isn’t bad!”
“Where?” “Where?”
The other people instantly became excited and crowded over.
“There, that one, do you see, the one in blue armor! Those bones … …” The red-robed male drooled.
The other people also looked with bright eyes.
“Alright! Don’t make trouble!”
The people that had been drooling instantly withered.
The one that spoke was a middle-aged person. His tone was cold as his gaze slowly swept the surroundings.
What was strange was that his gaze seemed like the black ice at the bottom of the earth. It carried astounding coldness. Everywhere it passed, the temperature dropped and the ice was bone-achingly cold. A puddle rapidly turned to ice.
All the passerby in the surroundings were shocked and scattered in panic.
The middle-aged man’s gaze landed on Zong Ru’s body.
Without any sound, a layer of white frost appeared on Zong Ru’s body, especially his eyebrows that were covered in frost.
His brows suddenly trembled, and the frost fell. Zong Ru slowly opened his eyes.
Translator Ramblings: I made it. I’m tired but I made it. Sorry for any typos in the chapter. Please point them out, I really appreciate all the comments about them and I will get to them … … eventually.