While Ning Beichen was unaware of Liu Yixin's transformation, he needed to sit in quiet preparation for tomorrow's tough battle against the sect leader of Qingye Sect.
The location of the Qingye Sect's mountain gate.
The sect leader, Zhao Wenchong, looked gloomily at the Qingye Sect disciple who had returned to report.
"You mean Elder Fan was defeated by the opponent in one move?"
"Yes, Sect Leader. We disciples rushed forward together, but we were no match for him, not even for a single exchange."
Despite the humiliation, the bruised and swollen disciples dared not conceal anything.
"Is this person really only in his twenties?"
Zhao Wenchong asked in surprise.
The Qingye Sect disciples quickly nodded in agreement. A person's age could not be hidden. Even if Ning Beichen was a bit older, he would definitely not exceed thirty. Big Wind Novel Network.
"When did such an excellent genius appear in the Ancient Eastern Kingdom?"
Zhao Wenchong pondered inwardly.
Although the Qingye Sect's reputation in the Ancient Eastern Kingdom was not prominent, this was due to their deliberate low profile. It did not mean that the Qingye Sect was an insignificant small sect. On the contrary, the Qingye Sect's strength ranked at least within the top twenty in the Ancient Eastern Kingdom.
Even the Qingye Sect could not cultivate such an outstanding disciple. It was likely that this Ning Beichen had the backing of a major sect.
No one pops out of a rock. If one possesses such extraordinary strength at a young age, it is impossible to achieve through self-cultivation alone.
Zhao Wenchong thought for a while but could not figure out which sect had trained him. He decided to stop thinking about it. He would find out for himself tomorrow.
If Ning Beichen was indeed connected to a major sect, he might be able to save face for them and did not need to fight to the death.
But... a death sentence could be spared, but a living one was hard to avoid!
Even if he didn't cripple Ning Beichen, he would certainly make him bedridden for over a year. After all, the Qingye Sect was not a small sect to be bullied at will.
As for whether he himself was Ning Beichen's opponent, Zhao Wenchong had never even considered the question. If he, a Grandmaster, could not even defeat a junior, he might as well disband the Qingye Sect.
Moreover, he had made the same mistake as Fan Haitong. He assumed that because Ning Beichen was so young, no matter how early he started cultivating from the womb, how strong could his power be.
The next day arrived quickly, and Ning Beichen arrived at Qinglong Mountain on time.
Qinglong Mountain was originally a Daoist temple with flourishing incense offerings. However, something happened later, and the temple began to decline. Within a few years, it transformed from a place with bustling incense offerings to an abandoned temple left uncared for.
Ning Beichen arrived at the Daoist temple on Qinglong Mountain. The temple was empty, and cobwebs filled the corners and windowsills.
There were no fish left in the pond; they were likely all caught by people from nearby. Only a pond of fetid, stagnant water remained.
Ning Beichen stood in the large courtyard of the temple, still able to vaguely see the plaque of the main hall above. Five meters away stood two incense burners, blackened by soot.
No one burned incense anymore, and the burners were no longer filled with offerings. Only some leftover incense sticks remained, soaked by the rain to form a mountain of uneven incense remnants.
The ground was paved with blue bricks, but no one had cleaned them. Moss had grown in the cracks between the bricks, and there were traces left by snakes, insects, mice, and ants.
However, Ning Beichen did not wait long before people arrived from outside.
Ning Beichen did not turn around. He judged the number of people and the skill of the fighters solely by the weight of their footsteps.
Only when the footsteps stopped did Ning Beichen turn around. His judgment was accurate; there were about ten people, and their cultivation levels were not weak.
"You are Ning Beichen, the one who killed my Qingye Sect disciples?"
Zhao Wenchong stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes carrying a cold glint as he looked at Ning Beichen and asked.
"Qingye Sect disciples forced women to be cauldrons, which is an offense against heaven. I killed them, so what? Do you have a problem?"
Ning Beichen looked calmly at Zhao Wenchong and said.
This was a stain on the Qingye Sect. Regardless of righteousness or reason, Ning Beichen was not afraid.
"Even so, that is the business of my Qingye Sect disciples. If punishment is needed, it is for my Qingye Sect to punish. When did it become your turn to meddle in other people's affairs? Not to mention that you also killed my sect's elder and many disciples. Based on this alone, I cannot let you go!"
Zhao Wenchong said with a cold snort.
"Evil ways, anyone can eliminate them. If all of Qingye Sect are such scoundrels, I don't see any need for Qingye Sect to exist."
When it came to eloquence, Ning Beichen had never feared anyone. However, all eloquence was based on matching strength. Without strength, eloquence was just a joke.
"Audacious brat!"
"Seeking death!"
"Sect Leader, let me cripple him."
Zhao Wenchong did not speak, but the people he brought were enraged.
Ning Beichen remained silent and did not argue with them. He simply looked at the sect leader of Qingye Sect with calm eyes. Such fiends and demons were not worth Ning Beichen wasting his breath on.
Zhao Wenchong waved his hand, and the clamoring voices subsided.
"You have quite a big tone. You are a junior, so to avoid saying I am bullying you, tell me your sect's background. Let me see what backing you have that makes you so arrogant."
Zhao Wenchong said.
"You are not qualified to know my sect and background. If you want to fight, fight. If not, get lost. I don't have time to serve you."
Ning Beichen replied with a cold snort.
Zhao Wenchong's eyes flashed with anger. He was the sect leader of Qingye Sect. Even the sect leaders of the major sects in the current era would have to address him as Sect Leader Zhao. Now, he was insulted by a mere brat. One did not know if he was ignorant and fearless or fearless due to ignorance.
"Sect Leader, let me test his abilities."
A man in his fifties could no longer suppress himself and stepped forward to request a fight from Zhao Wenchong.
"Very well. Spare his life."
Zhao Wenchong nodded. If he didn't teach him a lesson, he would truly think he was invincible in the world.
"Yes, Sect Leader."
Chen Dinghua stepped forward, adjusted his robes, and said fiercely to Ning Beichen.
"Kid, I don't need the Sect Leader to make a move against you. Show me what you've got."
"You are not my opponent."
Ning Beichen glanced at him and said disdainfully.
"Arrogant, take this!"
Chen Dinghua was completely enraged by Ning Beichen. He couldn't wait for Ning Beichen to make a move and pounced towards him.
Chen Dinghua threw a punch. White Qi energy emanated from his fist, causing the plants and trees in the courtyard to whistle.
"Good! Elder Chen's Qingmu Jue has indeed reached the Great Completion stage. He's probably close to becoming a Grandmaster."
The people from Qingye Sect shouted in approval. Even Zhao Wenchong nodded his head, clearly satisfied with Chen Dinghua's cultivation.
With a whistling sound.
The surrounding air was churned into a vortex, like a giant loudspeaker, enveloping Ning Beichen.