"Brother Pei, you really are something. Why would you use your face to take my move!"
Bai Qi shook his hand, secretly amazed at how tough this guy’s body was.
If it were Xu Zirong, at best he would be slapped into having his tendons broken and bones cracked, spitting three liters of blood.
"First time meeting someone who talks more annoyingly than me."
Pei Yuanqing crawled out of the earth’s crust with difficulty, his entire head swollen and flushed like a pig’s head, his lips trembling uncontrollably.
Compared to the previous high-spirited, sword-browed, starry-eyed silver-robed young general, he was now bloated like a different person.
"I’ve truly been opened to a whole new world today, to find that Celestial Water Prefecture houses such a fierce man like you."
Pei Yuanqing lay on the ground without any grandeur, the majestic silver robe inner armor he wore had become tattered and ruined.
"What kind of place is Black River County? They say a small pond doesn’t nurture flood dragons and shallow fields don’t hide kirins.
Seems like that’s not entirely true."
Love to hear it, say more!
Bai Qi raised an eyebrow, this guy was quite perceptive.
Pei Yuanqing, renowned and formidable, with a reputation shaking the Divine Capital, losing to a country bumpkin fisherman today likely left him unconvinced, possibly inciting further troubles.
Unexpectedly, this Silver Hammer Grand Protector took it very well, able to pick up and let go, earning Bai Qi’s respect.
"Brother Bai, I’ve been beaten by you twice already, let’s be honest, are you really a sword cultivator?"
Pei Yuanqing was still undeterred, his eyes burning as he gazed at Bai Qi, who sat grandly on a rock.
The latter did not speak much, tapping his fingers as if knocking on emptiness, his brow suddenly lit up.
Endowed with well-cultivated Nanming Li Fire singing melodiously, it swirled like a fire dragon in the sky, dancing and frolicking around him.
"Divine Soldier? You truly are a sword cultivator!"
Pei Yuanqing’s suspended heart finally fell, his upright posture suddenly slumped, completely collapsing.
He lay sprawled, exhaling deeply:
"It’s unjust! Mastering the Divine Soldier with just three sessions! And possessing such a physique and cultivating such strength... Brother Bai, I have a connection in the Great Sun Prefecture, would you consider it?
The number one Body Tempering Technique in Red County Divine Land is indeed the horizontal training kung fu of the Great Sun Prefecture."
Bai Qi withdrew the Nanming Li Fire, looking at Pei Yuanqing, whose facial swelling hadn’t subsided, curiously asking:
"Brother Pei, are you associated with the Great Sun Prefecture?"
Pei Yuanqing did not hide it, speaking straightforwardly:
"Half a disciple, really. My naturally endowed dragon sinews and tiger bones were named a horizontal training genius by the Master of Great Sun Mansion, several elders personally visited me, inviting me to become a true transmission seed.
Unfortunately, the Grand General doesn’t want me to be too deeply involved with the Upper Sect, so I’ve never received consent, only hastily learned a few genuine skills... never able to witness the Great Sun Pure Yang Golden Body, understand its divine intent and rhythm."
Indeed, prodigies are popular everywhere these days!
Bai Qi grinned, wondering if his newly formed Dragon-Elephant Dharma Body would be considered worthy by the Great Sun Prefecture?
Since Pei Yuanqing is a horizontal training genius, he shouldn’t be far behind!
"Brother Pei’s kind offer, I am grateful, but I, Bai Mou, only acknowledge one master and worship one Ancestor Hall in this lifetime!"
Bai Qi stood proud and confident, his tone resolute, his brows exuding a righteous spirit.
"Dare to ask, Brother Bai, who is your respectable master?"
Pei Yuanqing raised his brow, the Sword Sect is currently awaiting true transmission, the only one without an heir is Mo Tian Sheng.
But hearing Bai Qi speak doesn’t sound like he’s under Dragon Sword Sect.
"My master, Ninghai Zen! Not to hide from Brother Pei, I, Bai Mou, follow Tongwen Hall, a small sect in Black River County."
Ninghai Zen? Tongwen Hall?
Rare confusion surfaced in Pei Yuanqing’s eyes, he was familiar with the notable forces of Celestial Water Prefecture from big to small.
Like Green Willow Manor of Weinan Prefecture, Bafen Hall of Dongxing Prefecture, Pai Bang of Yihai Prefecture...
But the name Tongwen Hall really left no impression.
...
...
"Damn that Boy Pei! Bringing up the wrong thing at the wrong time!"
Mo Tian Sheng, hidden in the clouds, blew his beard and glared angrily.
He didn’t have the opportunity to speak and bring Bai Qilang into Meridian Sword Sect.
Pei Yuanqing’s question certainly blocked future paths, hard to speak now!
"This is bad, Qilang values loyalty greatly, he absolutely wouldn’t betray his original master and sect to turn to the sect leader... it’s truly troublesome!"
Mo Tian Sheng half admired and half regretted.
Upper Sect, Taoist Sect, sacred land for cultivation in Red County Divine Land.
Unless well-born royal scion, nurtured meticulously by Dragon Court, never lacking in top inheritance or Guardian Daoist Masters and spiritual resources.
Otherwise, who could remain indifferent to Upper Sect, Taoist Sect’s path to ascension?
"Heart steadfast, truly promising material. The sect leader should step aside and let me solve this."
Mo Tian Sheng sighed, he now had to personally head to Black River County for a visit.
To have a candid and heartfelt talk with Master Ning.
Beyond the void of heaven and earth.
Chen Xing was also greatly moved:
"Ah Qi truly has backbone! Lucky, lucky that despite being expelled from Tongwen Hall by a vile disciple, I still hold the title of master and apprentice with Ah Qi, who retains some respect; otherwise, it would be difficult to bring him to Three Yang Sect!"
Chen Yin scratched his head, struggling to adjust the distant view of the void, attempting to discern lip movements and understand what Bai Qilang and Pei Yuanqing were discussing.
"Your disciple’s grandson speaks so decidedly, with unwavering vows, how could Mo Tian Sheng bring him into Meridian Sword Sect as a little Daoist.
Old Mo, although average in swordsmanship, has decent character, unlikely to forcefully seize.
If Ninghai Zen disagrees, wouldn’t your subsequent plans be stalled?"
Listening to Chen Yin pour cold water, Chen Xing furrowed his brows, but his words remained firm:
"The external resources Tongwen Hall can provide do not compare to those of Meridian Sword Sect, I, as a master, am also considering Ah Qi’s well-being."