The two female swordsmen had always had a bad impression of Wang Rui, which was also due to the conflict when they first met. Later, Wang Rui was promoted to a direct disciple, and his status even caught up with Li Xiyue's, which made the two of them a little uneasy.
However, since Wang Rui "went crazy" and lost his cultivation and was demoted to a registered disciple again, their dissatisfaction with Wang Rui broke out again, and they still couldn't understand why the senior sister looked at this person differently.
These two women are both in the middle stage of foundation building and belong to the ranks of inner disciples. Wang Rui does not want to conflict with them, but he must see Li Xiyue today.
"I have something important to meet with Senior Sister Li today. Please let me know. If it's delayed, I'm afraid you two won't be able to bear it." Wang Rui's tone sounded much tougher. He knew that he was already not good in the eyes of the two women.
There is no need to please or anything.
One of the swordsmen suddenly lost his temper and was about to retort, but was stopped by another person, who shook his head at her to signal calmness.
"Then just wait here." After saying that, the two women turned and left, and Wang Rui sat cross-legged, waiting for a reply.
After the two women walked away, one of them said angrily: "Why are you stopping me? This person doesn't know how to be promoted. He thinks he is a disciple of the Grand Master, and he doesn't look in the bronze mirror. What is his current status?"
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"Shh, keep your voice down, don't you think his relationship with Senior Sister is unusual?" another swordsman reminded.
"This... sometimes I really don't understand why such an outstanding person as Senior Sister favors Wang Rui so much. Although Wang Rui has changed a lot over the years and has made huge progress in appearance, his current cultivation level is
How can the two of them be together despite being completely mourned and still being humble registered disciples?" The swordsman was still chattering a bit.
"Shut up and report it to Senior Sister. We don't have to think too much. I have an intuition that Senior Sister's relationship with him is very unusual." Another swordsman said somewhat mysteriously.
Half an hour later, the female swordsman came to tell Wang Rui that he could go see the senior sister.
Wang Rui seemed to have known this result for a long time. After getting up, his expression did not waver at all, and he followed the sword servant to an old castle at the end of his sight.
This ancient castle is very famous in the sect because it is composed of hundreds of thousands of swords and has a cold air. The whole ice crystal is white and looks extremely plain. It is called "Ice Sword Castle" in the sect.
However, as long as the foundation-building monks can withstand the cold, monks under the foundation-building must carry cold-resistant treasures or swallow certain cold-resistant elixirs.
The two women paid little attention to Wang Rui, and did not give him any temporary treasures or elixirs to keep out the cold. They just led the way, hoping that he would freeze to death.
After walking for a while, the two women turned back to check one after another, and they were secretly surprised to see Wang Rui still looking calm and calm, seemingly not affected at all.
Arriving in front of the Ice Sword Castle, a biting cold wind suddenly blew in, the snowflakes started to spin, and the temperature suddenly dropped, much lower than just outside.
The two women looked at Wang Rui again, and he still looked like Gujing Wubo. When the snowflakes fell on him, it seemed that they had no effect on him. It was obvious that he was now equal to a mortal.
Entering the Ice Sword Castle, Wang Rui was first attracted by a huge sword in the main fortress.
This sword body does not seem to be a pure building, but a real sword body. Li Xiyue's Xuanbing Sword has this shape.
The fortress is not full of sword bodies,
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These sword bodies have various shapes, with few repetitions. In this atmosphere of falling snow, they look aloof and mysterious.
Although the cold was deep, it could not hurt him because he still carried the Heart of Ice Spirit obtained from the Land of Flames. To be precise, it was a treasure deceived from the tree demon.
The power of this Ice Spirit Heart far exceeds the current atmosphere of Ice Sword Castle. As long as Wang Rui has this treasure, he doesn't need to use any techniques at all.
There are dozens of foundation-building disciples standing guard around Bingjian Castle, both men and women, with more women.
These people have all sworn allegiance to Li Xiyue, even at the cost of their lives. They have already become a part of Bingjian Castle. In a sense, they regard Bingjian Castle as more important than Xutian Sect, and Li Xiyue is their mistress.
In fact, the Supreme Elders, Deacon Elders, Li Xiyue and other major disciples all have their own spheres of influence, and Ice Sword Castle is one of them.
Xutian Sect is the base camp for everyone. If the sect is in trouble, everyone will naturally resist together. However, when the sect is stable, everyone will focus on developing their own forces, and even conflicts will occur.
The sect leader of the Xutian Sect is not the leader of everyone, but the leader of these forces. Everyone respects the leader and is willing to obey his orders, but the leader is powerless to interfere with other people's respective forces.
In the world of cultivating immortals, all major sects generally set rules like this, including the four top sects. The Yin Sect, which once flourished in the world of cultivating immortals, is the most important representative.
For this reason, after the Yin Sect collapsed, many sects and forces separated from it, all of which were able to form their own sect.
This is the idea that in order to maintain the orthodoxy of the immortal world, they try to spread their branches as much as possible, just like the big families in the mortal world. The more outstanding the disciples and disciples are, the more they can have their own territory of influence.
Wang Rui actually had this qualification before, but the sudden blow left him with no time to think about it.
The giant sword in the Ice Sword Castle slowly rises, making rattling sounds and the sound of chains being pulled. These are all driven by mechanisms, and to activate these mechanisms, the monks need to expend their own spiritual power.
to realize.
The door leading to the interior of the fortress opened, and Wang Rui followed the two female swordsmen and walked in. Once again, he felt the artistic conception of sword cultivators everywhere.
As a sword cultivator, he naturally spends most of his time with swords, even with the surrounding environment. There is already a small sect structure inside the Ice Sword Castle, which is divided into a meeting hall, a weapons hall, a training room, and an alchemy area.
There are several major areas such as the military exploits area.
However, Wang Rui did not enter the meeting hall. Instead, he followed the two women to the bottom of a staircase. At the entrance, there was a square brick area two meters long and two meters wide. It was slightly raised by one foot in height, which was a little different.
The color of the square tiles is different from the surrounding ones, it is ice blue.
There is also a high platform standing next to it, with an ice crystal ball suspended on it, blooming with Bo light.
"Stand up." The female swordsman pointed at the icy blue raised area and said.
Wang Rui stood up with some curiosity, and then a female swordsman stretched out her palm and placed it on the ice crystal ball, and then injected her own spiritual power into it.
Suddenly the ball of ice crystal burst into light, turning into a white light, and then a light curtain was projected down, covering Wang Rui. Then Wang Rui felt a trace of the space power of the Nascent Soul monk, his consciousness was slightly blurred, and the next moment he appeared in a room
Spacious practice room.
"Sit!" Li Xiyue's cold voice sounded, still wearing a plain white dress, sitting cross-legged on a white futon, with a sword suspended in front of her, which seemed to be a miniature of the Xuanbing Sword.
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Wang Rui walked to the side and sat down cross-legged on a white futon. He gathered his thoughts and prepared to speak.
"Well, you haven't started practicing yet?" Li Xiyue frowned. She couldn't feel the spiritual power fluctuations from Wang Rui. At present, Wang Rui had suppressed the power of Huanglong Gong, so he was no different from a mortal.
"There's no rush for now, I came here today to ask some questions clearly." Wang Rui shook his head and said.
Li Xiyue glanced at him, nodded, and said, "Just ask."
"Senior sister, when you and I first met, why did you ask me to switch to swordsmanship?" Wang Rui expressed his inner doubts.
Li Xiyue's memory unconsciously returned to a few years ago. At that time, she was depressed because it was difficult to improve her cultivation. She felt that there was no hope of forming pills, so she went out to relax. She happened to pass by Feixian Palace and saw the scene of Wang Rui fighting with the outer disciples.
Although she was not a chivalrous and righteous person, she did not want to see her fellow sects killing each other within the sect, so she intervened to stop him, but she discovered Wang Rui's diamond.
"You have the potential to become a swordsman, and I certainly don't want you to miss it." Li Xiyue said in a very formulaic manner.
Wang Rui stared into her eyes, but saw a hint of dodge in the woman's eyes. He didn't know if it was because the two had overcome the barrier between men and women in that valley, and Li Xiyue no longer had that detachment in front of him.
Even Li Xiyue herself couldn't figure out why she felt uncomfortable even though they just had a one-night stand.
"Senior sister, let me venture to guess, did you encounter an insurmountable obstacle when attacking the pill formation?" Wang Rui seemed to be able to guess something after years of reflection.
"You..." Li Xiyue did not deny it.
Wang Rui sighed, and then his anger sank into his dantian. Looking inside, he saw a sea of earth-yellow spiritual energy, wrapped in a trace of lightning. With the control of his mind, a seven-inch sword body composed entirely of lightning was summoned.
Then, the thunder sword body rushed out of Dantian, went upstream, and was finally spit out by him. Suddenly, the surrounding area was filled with thunder, turning the secret practice room into a sea of thunder.
Li Xiyue looked at the thunder sword in shock and looked at Wang Rui in confusion.
"Sister, this is the Thunder Spirit Sword Body that I condensed based on the sword cultivation method when I was practicing my martial arts. It may be helpful to you." After saying that, Wang Rui controlled the Thunder Spirit Sword Body and slowly flew towards Li Xiyue.
This thunder spirit sword body is the embryo of the mental technique condensed by the sword cultivator. With it, one can practice the sword cultivator's way. If there is a flying sword to carry it, it can be turned into the sword cultivator's natal magical weapon.
"Why...why do you do this?" Li Xiyue took the Thunder Spirit Sword in shock and asked.
Wang Rui thought for a while and replied: "Maybe there is repayment, maybe there is guilt, maybe there is something else. In short, this is the only thing I can do for my senior sister. In the past six months or so, I have thought a lot and want to control my own destiny.
It is extremely difficult, but I will not bow my head, I will challenge fate with my head held high, and no matter who stands in the way, I will kill them all!"
At this moment, Wang Rui looked murderous, which made Li Xiyue obsessed. But soon, Wang Rui returned to his previous appearance, said goodbye and left. Li Xiyue knew that although the two had crossed that line, they could never really get along emotionally.
,,coupled with their current status, it is even more impossible to be together.
"Perhaps, this is also destiny." Li Xiyue wrapped the Thunder Spirit Sword given to her by Wang Rui around her fingertips and exhaled slowly.