Chapter 509

"Let me introduce them to you."

"This is the Lin family's patriarch, Lin Qingming."

"On the surface, the Lin family is a Rank One noble house, but in truth they are an ancient clan—of course, not the top-tier kind."

"..."

Xi Yingqing introduced them one by one.

Meng Zhangqing's heart was deeply shaken.

He hadn't expected even ancient clans and great teachings to be here!

Although, as Xi Yingqing said, they weren't top-tier, they were still at the great-teaching level.

There were Marquis-level beings within their forces!

In the past, those were figures of legend.

It seemed he had still underestimated the Zong Sect's foundation; what was before his eyes might not even be the whole of it.

Heaven knew how many powerhouses the Zong Sect had cultivated over all these years of hoarding its strength.

Vaguely, Meng Zhangqing seemed to catch a whiff of something unusual.

What was the Zong Sect trying to do?

Secretly cultivating so many powerhouses?

"The Shao Sect's feats in the Talent War are truly thunderous to the ears, illustrious in fame; seeing you today, you truly are a jade tree in the wind—your name matches your bearing."

Lin Qingming cupped his hands, a trace of reverence flashing through his voice.

At such an age, he already possessed two True Intents, and had elevated one of them to full mastery.

It was truly rare in all the world.

At least he had never heard of anyone in their early twenties attaining such a level.

A Life and Death Realm cultivator with full-mastery True Intent.

That basically required being a world-shaking monster stuck at the Life and Death Realm for decades.

Roughly almost fifty or sixty years old.

Actually, ordinary divine artifacts aren't all that rare.

But as a world-shaking monster, how could one use that sort of thing?

The higher the grade of the divine artifact, the more solid the Great Dao foundation forged.

In short.

It would affect the breakthrough to greater realms later on!

It concerned whether one could—become a King!

So unless there was truly no other way, no world-shaking monster would choose an ordinary divine artifact.

They would rather wait!

Wait a dozen or so years!

To go to the Upper Ancient lands and fight for one.

It's just that in recent centuries, the Upper Ancient lands have opened fewer and fewer times, and the intervals between openings have gradually grown longer.

As a result, the time many world-shocking monsters were stuck before the Life and Death Realm has also grown longer.

But likewise, this has also strengthened their foundation and strength.

If in the future they set foot in the Marquis realm,

they would at least be mid-tier, not the bottom of the pile.

The other four also offered their praises one after another.

From the heart.

As the Shao Sect, he would naturally also be the leader of their hidden branches in the future.

"The trip to the secret realm is not a contest; many methods can be used one by one, and martial prowess is not absolute,"

Xi Yingqing said, at the same time taking out a storage ring, "inside are many talismans, which can produce unexpected effects."

"Mm."

Meng Zhangqing took it.

All the battles up until now had basically been within the rules—that is, no external items could be used, relying entirely on one's own martial foundation.

But now that he was going to the secret realm,

it would come down to who had more trump cards.

Things like puppets, talismans, and so on, are all powerful external items, and can sometimes play a decisive role!

Although with his current strength, he basically wouldn't need these, still, keep them on hand—same principle as more skills never weigh one down.

The world is unpredictable; who knows?

Then Xi Yingqing offered a few more admonishments.

And that was about it.

Under the lead of the Grand Elder, they filed out one by one.

Meng Zhangqing was called aside alone by Hua Ciyan and asked to stay.

"Senior Sister Hua, what matter is there?"

Meng Zhangqing was puzzled.

"Little Junior Brother, on this trip to the secret realm, if you have strength to spare, I hope you'll look after Senior Brother Yun."

Hua Ciyan said in a solemn tone.

"What do you mean by that?"

Meng Zhangqing's brow lifted slightly.

"Senior Brother Yun's lifespan is actually nearly exhausted. This time I didn't want him to go, but I really couldn't talk him out of it."

Hua Ciyan's fair, beautiful face flickered with a shade of gloom. "In your eyes, compared to us, does Senior Brother Yun seem a bit weak, not fitting the positioning of the eighteen disciples of Tai Xuan?"

"That's... a little."

Meng Zhangqing hesitated, then nodded.

"Actually, back then Senior Brother Yun was very strong—second only to Zhang Sect Senior Brother in existence, and also the most gifted disciple of our Lingxiao Peak."

"He possessed a Innate Sword Body!"

Hua Ciyan said.

Hearing this, Meng Zhangqing froze.

Innate Sword Body?

The panel shows nothing of the sort at all.

"It's just that back then Senior Brother Yun's physical body was shattered, his true intent crushed, with only his consciousness remaining. Later, we sought out a suitable body for him, and only then did he survive."

"He set foot back on the path of cultivation."

"It's just that this body's potential was too low, and in the end he could only reach this step."

Hua Ciyan said.

So that's how it was.

Meng Zhangqing suddenly understood.

No wonder Senior Brother Yun's panel felt so off, completely unworthy of the eighteen disciples of Tai Xuan's positioning.

So the current body wasn't the original.

In the Cultivation World, there is the saying of body-seizing, but body-seizing isn't that easy.

A compatible body is also very hard to find.

Even if one is found, the aptitude may not be good, and in the future one won't reach the original height either.

As for existences like Heavenly Demons.

That's a different matter altogether.

"Innate Sword Body."

Meng Zhangqing murmured.

He hadn't expected Senior Brother Yun to once possess such a constitution—second only to Zhang Sect in strength, that was truly quite formidable.

It's just what exactly happened back then.

Why did the eighteen disciples of Tai Xuan end up dead, wounded, crippled?.

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