Chapter 120

The gate-guarding disciple finally remembered.

Back when Jiang Chen was still at Qianshan Sect, wasn't it precisely because he was ambushed by people from Fallen Maple Sect that his dantian was destroyed, and he was consequently expelled from the sect?

The gate-guarding disciple gave a cold, inward laugh.

Our Jiang family has yet to go looking for trouble with your Fallen Maple Sect, and already your sect master is so impatient he can't wait to deliver himself to Shanmen to die?

Thinking this, the gate-guarding disciple immediately swallowed back the words of outright refusal he had just been about to give, then bent down, picked up the small cloth bag from the ground, and tucked it into his pouch.

Since he was going to report the news of the Fallen Maple Sect master's visit to the clan leader anyway, this resource handed over for free would be a waste not to take.

Immediately after, he looked toward Hu Long, cupped his hands in salute, and said, "Please give Sect Master Hu a moment, my lord, allow me to go report to the clan leader."

Seeing things go exactly as expected — the other party had accepted his little token — Hu Long gave a slight nod: "Many thanks."

Afterward, once the gate-guarding disciple had left and was walking toward the direction of the clan's base.

Gazing at the gate-guarding disciple's retreating back, the corner of Hu Long's mouth curved upward, revealing a faint smile.

Sure enough, money can make the devil turn the mill; so long as one's price is high enough, there is nothing that cannot be done.

Not long after.

The clan's great hall.

Jiang Daoxuan sat cross-legged on a cattail hassock with his eyes closed, patiently listening to the report from the gate-guarding disciple beside him.

When the report was finished.

Jiang Daoxuan slowly opened his eyes.

"Fallen Maple Sect?"

These past days he had been busy cultivating, and indeed had not had time to go seek trouble with Fallen Maple Sect.

He had not expected that today, the Fallen Maple Sect master would actually deliver himself to their door.

"But this is fine too — old debts must be settled sooner or later; it saves me the trouble of having to go looking."

As thoughts churned within him, Jiang Daoxuan looked toward the gate-guarding disciple and said softly, "Go and deliver my order to Gu the Offering, telling him to capture the Fallen Maple Sect master and bring him here to see me."

Now that he already had Gu Xingjian as a strong enforcer under his banner.

He naturally did not wish to waste any more effort, squandering his own cultivation time, by going down the mountain personally to fight a minor figure like the Fallen Maple Sect master.

Such matters could be handed to Gu Xingjian to deal with at will.

"Yes."

The gate-guarding disciple responded respectfully, bowed once more, and only then carefully left the clan's great hall.

No one was around; silence returned.

Jiang Daoxuan withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes once more, and began a new cycle of cultivation.

For him as he was now, although he possessed the combined bonus of the entire clan.

Yet, alas, his own cultivation base was simply too high, and added to that, the clansmen had not yet developed, so the cultivation bonus the entire clan provided him looked rather meager.

From this it could be seen that, in this early stage where the disparity was so vast.

The "fastest" way to grow stronger still required relying on his own cultivation.

He, who possessed the constitution of the Innate Holy Body and Dao Fetus, could be said to break through realms as easily as drinking water, and could not possibly encounter the slightest bottleneck!

He only needed to accumulate a little, and he could bring it about naturally, completing a breakthrough with effortless ease.

Adding in the permanent augmenting effect of the entire clan's combined total, which only ever increased and never decreased.

His own cultivation and the entire clan's combined total stacked perfectly, so his cultivation speed could completely reach the absolute limit!

On the other side.

When the gate-guarding disciple arrived at the martial training grounds, threaded through the crowd, reached Gu Xingjian, and relayed Jiang Daoxuan's order.

Gu Xingjian's left hand rested on the rear guard of the sword hilt at his waist, and within a pair of incomparably piercing hawk-like eyes, a startling sword intent blossomed forth!

"The clan leader has finally let me do some proper work — if I don't stretch these bones a bit, I feel like my whole body's about to rust over."

The corner of Gu Xingjian's mouth curved into a smile.

During this period, because Jiang Daoxuan had spent most of his time in closed-door cultivation.

Even if he searched the entirety of Cangwu Mountain, he could not find a single suitable opponent.

And this had reduced his daily routine to nothing but practicing the sword alone and guiding the many Jiang family juniors in swordsmanship.

Such a dull and tedious life, continuing for days on end, was truly unbearably boring.

This was also why Gu Xingjian, upon hearing the clan leader's order to let him act, began to feel his blood surge with excitement.

As for the great name of Fallen Maple Sect master Hu Long, he was no stranger to it.

It was just that a minor figure like this who couldn't even beat Kou Tongguang, in the past, wouldn't even have been worthy of drawing his sword.

But now, in his incomparably tedious life.

Hu Long, this Sea of Origin cultivator, could at least barely serve as an opponent to relieve his boredom, letting him try out the newly mastered Return-to-Origin Sword Art!

In Gu Xingjian's eyes, the other party's usefulness amounted to nothing more than this.