"Simply a naturally gifted disciple, must definitely secure him!"
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On the banks of Nu Yun River, Chen Xing looked grave, his gaze penetrating layers of void to glimpse at the hanging Sword Qi River.
"Yan Xin has made a move, stopping Zhao Pijiang."
Hidden at the Spirit Platform, Chen Yin felt puzzled:
"Isn’t this a good thing? Saves us the trouble.
Who could have thought that Mo Tian Sheng would abduct Pei Yuanqing, Zhao Pijiang’s beloved general, stirring up a hornet’s nest!
Luckily, Yan Xin helped to settle things, otherwise how could we repel Zhao Pijiang when he personally arrived?"
Chen Xing shook his head, thinking in his speculation, the Grand General of Celestial Water Prefecture descending on Yihai Prefecture was not impossible.
"With Mo Tian Sheng coming out of retreat, wielding the Unreal Illusion, and Ah Qi possessing a Southern Bright Li Fire, controlling two Divine Soldiers against Zhao Pijiang isn’t so hard.
But Yan Xin is different; he’s not a pawn on the chessboard, we can’t evaluate him or control him."
Chen Yin sighed:
"The dragon is swimming in shallow water now. Back in the day, we were of the same generation as him, but now... have fallen on hard times."
Chen Xing’s eyes were complex, thinking of how Mo Tian Sheng, Chunyu Cultivator, and others were fraternizing with Ah Qi in the Inheritance Hall.
He felt quite uneasy.
His obedient disciple-grandson was getting corrupted by these sword madmen.
"I must remember today’s humiliation well! When I return to the Divine Power Secret Realm and breakthrough the fifteenth transformation, I will certainly take back Ah Qi, so he will no longer live under someone else’s roof..."
Chen Xing hesitated, contemplating whether to return to the Inheritance Hall.
He was worried if he saw Ah Qi getting too close with Mo Tian Sheng and Chunyu Cultivator, he wouldn’t be able to control his emotions, ultimately ruining the entire situation.
"Yan Xin... he has come to Yihai Prefecture!"
Chen Yin’s Divine Soul suddenly leapt, then quickly concealed in the Spirit Platform.
He had just sensed the void and noticed a sword light tearing through the sky, falling into the County City.
Even unintentionally, it swept past the banks of the Nu Yun River, seemingly glancing at Chen Xing.
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Mo Tian Sheng was thoroughly satisfied with this meal, the Four Cultivation Circulation Qi could eliminate the need for grains.
Let alone someone like him, a Divine Power Giant!
But the fact that a Little Daoist cooked personally held special meaning, especially since Bai Qi’s cooking skills were indeed good.
Unlike Senior Brother Kou, whose dishes were almost like poison, making one faint after a taste.
"My young friend, I never like taking advantage without giving back, having enjoyed your meal today, I must repay you handsomely."
Mo Tian Sheng coughed a couple of times, a smile in his eyes and at the corners of his mouth:
"How about this, I see you have the potential, why not learn a few sword techniques from me..."
Indeed, those with outstanding talent shine wherever they go!
Bai Qi’s eyes flickered, but he had no intention of agreeing.
He, Master Bai Qi, with a spine of steel, how could he casually take a master.
Master, Mentor, Three Yang Sect, Tongwen Hall.
There is at least some lineage connection, some roots.
This randomly appearing little old man, regardless of how high his cultivation, couldn’t possibly make him a three-surnamed household slave.
"Senior..."
Bai Qi spoke, about to refuse.
"To tell you the truth, little friend, I am the true heir of the Sword Sect, head of the line, respected by fellow Jianghu companions, referred to as ’Dragon Sword.’"
Mo Tian Sheng candidly revealed.
With the appearance of the Dragon Sword, all swords submit!
Bai Qi’s eyelids twitched, he wasn’t a person cut off from news and events.
The name of the three true heirs of the Meridian Sword Sect, he had heard somewhat.
He never expected the inconspicuous little old man before him to be Mo Tian Sheng of the Dragon Sword.
A Divine Power Giant!
"The reputation of Second Grandpa is known far and wide!"
Bai Qi’s smile instantly became enthusiastic, jumped to his feet, and brewed the original good tea meant for Master.
How could one not hold onto such a solid connection!
Mo Tian Sheng was just about to seize the moment, when suddenly the Sect Leader’s voice echoed in his ears:
"Tian Sheng, this boy is extremely similar to me.
Let him enter the Sword Debate Sea and ascend Shenxiu Peak."
Mo Tian Sheng was stunned for a moment, then his mouth twitched, seemingly dissatisfied.
How could this Little Daoist be anything like you, Sect Leader?