23 Chapter 23 Heaven Sword Formation (2/2)

The latter wasn't one to be stepped on by others, and after standing up he didn't plead with Liang Miaozi anymore. His face turned green, his fists gripped tight. The fury in his eyes could nearly materialize.

Chuxue was just as bad, holding tightly on her sword handle, her lips torn from all the biting.

Coincidentally at this moment, mocking voices spread out from the direction of the gate. ”Even with the Lingyun Vermillion Token you got chased out…”

”That should be the right way! I'm ashamed to be associated with these people! Aristocratic families are good but what can they do?”

”Gantian Mountain Prince, I have recalled! Didn't that Monster King Zong Weiran already die two months ago? I also heard of this Zong Shou, he spent three years in Linhai College and achieved nothing. There were rumors that said that he was chased out, why is he here now?”

Although the voice was soft, but in the ears of martial arts cultivators, they could hear things clearly from a thousand feet away. Su Chuxue's face flushed red, she suddenly pulled her sword half an inch out, the cold light gleaming. Huang Yi's face sank, ”Three guests, please don't do anything you will regret. This is, after all, Lingyun Sect's Pill Spirit Mountain!”

Yin Yang shook his head and pressed on Chuxue, ”Don't be rash. Let's go down the mountain…”

The moment he said that, Zong Shou suddenly laughed.

In those thirteen years of memories, he was indeed fetched out by Yin Yang and Chuxue, which was the same as being kicked out of Linhai College.

If it was the original Zong Shou, he had to bear everything, no matter how hurtful it was.

But now it was him. In this life, he wouldn't be a gentle and respectful person. He would never be able to hide his sharpness and aggressiveness.

The noisy chatter outside at the gate entered his ears. Liang Miaozi, standing on the steps, stood with his hands on his waist, looking down at them like one would look down on ants.

Zhou Shous' anger had surprisingly disappeared. Instead he laughed, ”Uncle Yin, it wouldn't be too late for us to go down the mountain later. Just watch, I will help you two vent your anger, how about that?”

At this moment, his heart was like that of a mirror, his will as cold as ice. A Realm that he had spent so many years trying to reach in his last life but couldn't attain was achieved right now in one jump.

No wonder there were people who said that, be it martial cultivators or spirit masters, when they cultivated they needed to experience and understand all sorts of feelings in the world.

Yin Yang was astonished and instinctively wanted to stop him. His expression suddenly changed, as he felt that the teen in front of him was giving out an incomparable aura.

Zong Shou was smiling, but he gave one a feeling of a volcano about to explode. It was really suppressive, even leaving a Mythic Master who opened up eight meridians like himself astonished and unable to speak.

Zong Shou turned around and directly walked towards the Sky Sword Platform to the right.

”I have heard that the ancestor of Lingyun Sect once set up a small Heaven Sword Formation on the Pill Spirit Mountain. Apparently people below the ascended level can't break it. Anyone who is able to last for hundred breaths without using true qi can become a true disciple. Three hundred breaths and one can become a direct disciple. A person who destroys one puppet would directly be a disciple of the elder in charge of teaching!”

Climbing up the stairs one by one, Zong Shou suddenly pulled out his sword, his eyes staring right at the eighteen silently standing puppets.

”Didn't you say you want to test us? Untalented Zong Shou wants to try out this Heaven Sword Formation to see if it is worthy of its name…”