Chapter 149: The Intent of a Grandmaster

A man and a woman walked side by side on the mountain leading to the Green Bull Palace.

Jiang Ding released a trace of the Small Concealment Technique; there were too many people.

"'Dream-Eating Sword Demon' Jiang Ding!"

"First place on the Dragon-Phoenix Ranking!"

Many people exclaimed, stopping to watch this Dragon-Phoenix Ranking talent who was always elusive, and some had fanatical worship in their eyes.

Beheading a Xiantian expert!

This was the most supreme genius in the Jianghu; without a Grandmaster, he was invincible in the Jianghu!

"Brother Ding, the Qiyu Sect usually holds an Ascension Assembly every ten years. Each time, it is hosted by inner disciples at the peak of Qi Condensation. This time is a bit special; we might see Foundation Establishment seniors."

"The Qiyu Sect is a righteous path. The senior experts all have demeanor and won't take people's lives at every turn like demonic cultivators. Our safety will be much more guaranteed."

Chen Xi's appearance was charming, her temperament graceful and noble. She occasionally whispered something to the person beside her. An invisible aura spread, making many Dragon-Phoenix Ranking beauties who intended to come forward to chat reveal looks of defeat and retreat.

"Foundation Establishment seniors..."

Jiang Ding pondered, feeling uneasy in his heart.

This Foundation Establishment expert might not necessarily be unfavorable to him; it was just that powerful strength itself was a form of invisible deterrence. No one dared to ignore this kind of danger.

Looking at it this way, being in the focus of everyone's attention was not suitable; he wasn't used to it.

"I have something to do, Your Highness, farewell."

He tapped his toes, took the initiative to walk into the crowd, changed his figure several times amidst exclamations, and soon disappeared completely.

"Brother Ding..."

Chen Xi was a bit ashamed and annoyed, stomped her feet, and tried to search for him again using the "pre-set someone exists" method, but couldn't see him anymore.

Green Bull Palace, back mountain.

Compared to the bustling and noisy scene in front of the mountain, where Dragon-Phoenix Ranking heroes and Jianghu busybodies gathered, it was very quiet here. Occasionally, disciples of the Green Bull Palace passed by, also quietly.

Jiang Ding came near a quiet pavilion and released a trace of aura.

"Who?"

A low shout came, faintly with the sound of sword ringing, even if it were Xiantian, the mind would be shaken.

'Is this a Jianghu Grandmaster who has touched the edge of "Intent"?'

Jiang Ding was stunned.

First contact with this kind of specialized spiritual power, almost instinctively, he faintly realized something, and many thoughts surged into his heart.

Three times spiritual sense of the same tier!

Just like heavenly spiritual roots have super strong affinity for a certain type of spiritual power, he seemed to have some kind of talent, stimulated by the Grandmaster's "Intent", and there were signs of awakening.

"Junior Jiang Ding, pays respects to the Grandmaster!"

After thinking many times, there was still no clue, so he could only suppress the miscellaneous thoughts. Jiang Ding looked at the clear and thin old man who came out of the pavilion, about sixty years old, and bowed respectfully.

The head of the three sects under heaven,

Green Daoist!

In this region, the person with the highest martial arts achievement!

Although today he was no longer afraid of the combat power of a Grandmaster, he still had respect for this kind of technical talent who had walked to the extreme in some aspects.

"'Dream-Eating Sword Demon' Jiang Ding? Truly a hero!"

The Green Daoist had a solemn expression. With his Grandmaster realm, if the other party hadn't taken the initiative to release a trace of aura, he might not have known someone was approaching now.

"You are Xiantian?"

Immediately after, his body shook, revealing a trace of horror.

As Li Qingyun's master, he naturally knew how terrifying this kind of talent would be if they advanced to Xiantian, even Grandmasters would not be their opponents.

"Little friend is confused!"

The Green Daoist sighed, as if seeing a scene of top-tier beautiful jade covered in dust: "Xiantian will destroy spiritual root aptitude. Did your elders not tell you?"

"Too much Internal Qi, couldn't control it, broke through."

As preparation for facing Foundation Establishment cultivators, Jiang Ding also released part of his concealment.

"Alas, little friend seems to have no inheritance indeed."

The Green Daoist's gaze softened a lot. As a Xiantian martial artist, there was an instinctive closeness. He led him to a pavilion, lit a fire to boil tea, and the tea fragrance filled the air.

"Senior, after Xiantian, can I no longer join the Qiyu Sect?"

Jiang Ding asked.

"Others are naturally like this, you won't."

The Green Daoist shook his head: "You are like Qingyun, with aptitude too high. Even if there is damage, it is still far stronger than most people, it's just a pity... it could have been better."

"That's good."

Jiang Ding nodded.

He was quite satisfied in his heart; being too conspicuous was not his pursuit.

If it weren't for the Qiyu Sect dominating this region alone, with no survival space for rogue cultivators, and the Blood Slaughter Hall being too much of a pit, he would never join any sect.

"Senior, coming here this time, I want to ask you about the Qiyu Sect. If you can answer, there will be a reward."

Jiang Ding bowed.

"Little friend, please speak."

The Green Daoist had a solemn expression.

This kind of hero, like his disciple Li Qingyun, possessed aptitude that crowned the world. Once cultivating immortality, in a short time, he would surpass him by who knows how much. His promise had huge value.

"Did you see the people who came from the Qiyu Sect?"

"Could it be demonic cultivators from the Blood Slaughter Hall in disguise?"

Jiang Ding stared at him, three times spiritual sense partially fitting the gold-attribute spiritual energy particles between heaven and earth, maximizing the amplification of his perception.

This was the question he cared about most.

"When Yuejing was chaotic before, the old man once received a summons from a senior, so I can answer this question."

The Green Daoist stroked his beard and smiled: "I don't recognize the Foundation Establishment senior, but a young cultivator in a Daoist robe beside him is a disciple of the previous generation's guarding Immortal Master, who was sent away in advance before the war."

"Besides this, there is also an old Daoist in a thunder-patterned Daoist robe. Ten years ago, the old man also saw him come to host the Ascension Assembly."

"What the old man saw is just this, it should be correct."

"In that case, thank you."

Jiang Ding stood up, bowed, left a bottle of emerald-green elixir, and turned to leave.

"This thing was obtained by chance, and can increase the True Qi of Xiantian martial artists. Gifted to you, Senior."

The Green Daoist was shocked.

Several hours later,

A youth in green robes appeared near Fallen Phoenix Slope, slightly surprised, and rushed in a certain direction.

A corner of the mountain forest.

A youth with a cold aura and a handsome monk holding a Vajra Zen staff were either leaning against a tree or sitting cross-legged.

It was the third and fourth on the Dragon-Phoenix Ranking, "Half-Ghost" Wu Ma Kong, "Vajra" Fa Zheng.

It was precisely this that surprised Jiang Ding.

"Who?"

Both turned their heads to look.

A youth in green robes walked over.

"It's you again!"

"Half-Ghost" Wu Ma Kong frowned, very displeased.

If it weren't for this person, perhaps he would have successfully beheaded "Exiled Immortal" Li Qingyun. His biggest competitor would have disappeared, and his future in the Qiyu Sect would be much brighter.

The key was that this was a normal Jianghu vendetta, without external interference, and the Qiyu Sect allowed this situation to appear occasionally.

"Meet Donor Jiang."

The monk Fa Zheng smiled and put his hands together.

"Ask a question."

Jiang Ding returned the salute to the monk, looked at Wu Ma Kong again, and said directly: "The Wolf God Sect is clearly involved with demonic cultivators. Why do you dare to appear here? Aren't you afraid of being beaten to death?"

"Heh! None of your business!"

Wu Ma Kong sneered.

Clang!

An azure-blue flying sword rose into the sky, and cold sword Qi overflowed.

This question was very important to him. If the Blood Slaughter Hall had a cooperative relationship with the Qiyu Sect, he, who had once killed their important descendant, the black-robed person, would have huge potential danger.

"Both righteous and demonic paths are potential disciples of the Qiyu Sect. It has been like this for nearly a thousand years. They won't have discrimination."

Wu Ma Kong said quickly: "As long as you can prove that you have no direct involvement with demonic cultivators and your aptitude is not ambiguous, you can enter."

"So that's how it is. Thank you, Brother Wu Ma."

Jiang Ding's face eased slightly, and he put away the flying sword.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 150 =====