Chapter 372: Where is my gift

Suppressing the curiosity and worry in his heart, Zhang Xingyu works for three consecutive hours and finally gets Thunder Sound Cave cleaned up.

Five rooms and two halls.

The area of this Thunder Sound Cave is actually quite large.

A 200-square-meter living room, five 30-square-meter bedrooms, and a 300-square-meter alchemy room.

It looks like the predecessor who lived here was an expert in alchemy.

It's really strange. For alchemy, shouldn't one choose a place full of earth fire? Choosing a place filled with water vapor, how can one refine pills?

However, these are not problems Zhang Xingyu wants to worry about.

What he wants to figure out most now is what happened to Flying Feather Rock? Did his beautiful master and his little disciple have any trouble?

Uncle-Master Ling De kept his mouth shut, fearing that something had gone wrong with them.

No, he still has to find someone to ask.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xingyu lifts his legs and leaves the cave dwelling.

Outside the cave dwelling, Harry is admiring herself in the mirror. Dog Ye is lying on a rock by the shore sunbathing.

Zhang Xingyu thinks for a moment and starts climbing toward the peak.

Tianxu Peak, Diecui Cliff, that is where the Sect Leader Qingfeng Zhenjun lives, and also where his little Uncle-Master Ling'er lives.

Zhang Xingyu calculates that if he wants to find someone to clarify the situation, Uncle-Master Ling'er is his best choice.

Along the way, he meets many senior brothers and sisters in a hurry. These people are all disciples of the Tianxu lineage. Zhang Xingyu hasn't joined the sect for long and rarely shows his face in the sect, so he doesn't recognize most of the people he meets.

Zhang Xingyu stops a man who looks relatively gentle: "This Senior Brother, where are you all rushing to?"

"Today the sect competition is reopening, of course we are going to cheer for the senior brothers and sisters of our peak and the fairies of Yuheng Peak!" The man looks at Zhang Xingyu and asks again: "This Junior Brother, I see you are very unfamiliar. Which peak are you from? Why are you here?"

"My name is Zhang Xingyu, I am from Tianxu Peak. My master is Huo Lingwu. By the way, Senior Brother, have you seen Uncle-Master Ling'er?"

"So it's Junior Brother Zhang. Junior Brother Zhang, my name is Zhang Wuji, a disciple of True Person Ling Feng. If you want to find Uncle-Master Ling'er, it's best to follow us to Taihua Peak. Uncle-Master Ling'er has advanced to the top 1,000. She will definitely participate in the competition today."

"That works too."

Zhang Xingyu nods and turns to run side-by-side with Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Xingyu complains while running: "Our sect is too inhumane. We are all people who cultivate immortality, why can't we fly on swords within the sect."

Zhang Wuji is obviously also an angry youth: "Who's to say. This distance from Tianxu Peak to Taihua Peak is several hundred miles back and forth. If one's foot speed is slow, by the time one runs to Watching Sun Cliff, the competition will probably be over."

By the time the two run to Watching Sun Cliff, the competition has indeed already started.

Zhang Wuji drags Zhang Xingyu through the crowd of onlookers familiarly and arrives under a cloud platform.

Above the cloud platform, the sound of fighting rings out endlessly.

Zhang Xingyu looks closely and sees Little Uncle-Master Ling'er fighting fiercely with a beautiful senior sister.

That senior sister is draped in red clothes, holding a pipa, and covering her face with white gauze; musical notes dance along with her jade hands, turning into butterflies flying toward the front.

Opposite her, Ling'er's body is like a butterfly, her sword like a meteor, and streaks of sword light turn into a large net, breaking her attacks one by one.

Under the platform.

Zhang Wuji explains softly: "Junior Brother Zhang, the one fighting against Uncle-Master Ling'er is Fairy Ling Yin of Yuheng Peak. Fairy Ling Yin is not only beautiful, but also particularly skilled in music. Listen, how beautiful the music she plays is; look, how charming her graceful figure is."

Zhang Xingyu is speechless: "Senior Brother Wuji. Are you here to cheer for Fairy Ling Yin or for Uncle-Master Ling'er?"

Beside the two, cheers are deafening.

"Fairy Ling Yin, I love you!"

"Junior Sister Ling'er, you are the best!"

Half an hour later.

Ling'er is covered in sweat, and her pace has obviously slowed down.

She secretly complains in her heart.

Competing in cultivation is indeed very disadvantageous for her.

However, Fairy Ling Yin started in long-range attack mode from the beginning. She wants to attack at close range, but simply cannot find an opportunity.

If this continues, she will be defeated in less than a quarter of an hour.

Just when she is at her wit's end, a familiar voice suddenly reaches her ears.

"Uncle-Master Ling'er, use the secret weapon."

Ling'er is overjoyed to hear this. This is the voice of her little nephew, Zhang Xingyu.

It seems that her little nephew Zhang Xingyu is watching the battle under the platform.

No, she absolutely cannot lose to Senior Sister Ling Yin, otherwise she will be laughed at by her little nephew for a lifetime.

Thinking of this, she reaches for the storage bag at her waist.

She flips her small hand, and a jade bottle containing yellow smoke and a white gas mask appear in her hand.

"Senior Sister Ling Yin, look at my secret weapon!"

Ling'er puts on the gas mask while pretending to pull out the wooden stopper of the jade bottle.

Fairy Ling Yin's hands pause.

When she sees the jade bottle in Ling'er's hand clearly, she is immediately frightened, her face turning pale and her heart trembling.

The miserable state of Junior Sister Ling Hua is still fresh in her mind.

"Junior Sister Ling'er, you are ruthless!"

Fairy Ling Yin grits her teeth, hugs her pipa, and jumps off the cloud platform.

Below the cloud platform, the onlookers look at each other in dismay.

Above the cloud platform, True Person Qing Yu, who is watching the battle, is full of anger. She glares fiercely at Sect Leader Qingfeng Zhenjun: "Qingfeng, you idiot, didn't you say you had already confiscated the ten-thousand-year... that thing in Ling'er's hand? Why is there still a bottle in her hand?"

Qingfeng Zhenjun is full of grievances: "Senior Sister, I really have confiscated it. If you don't believe me, look!" As Qingfeng Zhenjun speaks, he takes out a jade bottle containing yellow smoke from his storage ring.

"Uncle-Master Ling'er, congratulations on your great victory!"

"Tee-hee. Little nephew, the secret weapon you contributed is really useful. Relying on it, I have already won two games in a row."

After finishing the pleasantries with Uncle-Master Ling'er, Zhang Xingyu glares at his little disciple, Liu Yingxue, beside his uncle-master.

This little girl really has no manners.

Seeing her master return, she actually didn't come over to pay her respects.

"Yingxue, hurry over and pay your respects to your master?"

Seeing Zhang Xingyu's bad expression, Ling'er quickly pushes Liu Yingxue beside her.

"Disciple greets Master." Liu Yingxue says while making a face at Zhang Xingyu.

Zhang Xingyu is speechless.

It's hard to be a master, and hard to teach a disciple!

Just then, a lion's roar that shakes the earth suddenly comes from above the cloud platform.

"Ling'er, get over here!"

Ling'er is called away by her old father.

Liu Yingxue also wants to escape with Ling'er, but is grabbed by Zhang Xingyu.

"Why, you want to run when you see your master?"

"Who wants to run? Master, I saw you just came back and must be very tired, so I'm going to find you a chair to sit on."

"Find what chair. I'm not seventy or eighty. I've been gone for half a year, so I just happen to want to check how your cultivation has progressed?"

Hearing her master say he wants to check her cultivation, Liu Yingxue is very anxious.

For the past half year, she has only been playing with Little Uncle-Master Ling'er. As for cultivation, except for the first few days, she hasn't practiced at all. She doesn't like cultivation at all. The life of sitting in meditation and bitter practice all day is not what she, Liu Yingxue, wants.

"Yingxue, it's been more than half a year, why is your cultivation still stuck at the first level of Qi Refining. With your aptitude, this absolutely shouldn't be. You girl, have you been slacking off for the past half year?"

Seeing her master's face darken, Liu Yingxue's eyes roll, and she already has an idea in her heart.

She reaches out and rubs her eyes, and tears fall from her eyes like a kite with a broken string.

She hugs Zhang Xingyu's thigh, shaking it hard while crying loudly.

"Wuwu, Grandfather, Grandfather, ever since you left, Yingxue has become an orphan with no one to want or care for her. Yingxue is not full, Yingxue is not warm, Yingxue has no one to teach her, Yingxue's life is so bitter! Wuwuwuwu..."

Looking down at the little girl's appearance, Zhang Xingyu knows she is acting, but his heart still aches.

He reaches out and wipes the tears from the little girl's face: "Alright, don't cry. Master promises you, I will definitely take good care of you in the future and won't let you suffer any grievances."

"Really? Master!" Hearing this, the little girl's weather clears up immediately.

"Of course. Master's words are always as heavy as nine tripods. Even if I'm not good, I won't lie to a little girl like you." Zhang Xingyu pats his chest.

A look of triumph flashes across Liu Yingxue's face. She stretches out her small hands to Zhang Xingyu: "Master, last time you said you were going out to find me a decent gift; you should have brought it back this time!" ===== CHAPTER 373 =====