Ancestor Qi Chen was sitting on a tall platform, explaining the mysteries of cultivation with great interest. The many Peak Masters of the Taoyuan Sect sitting cross-legged below listened in ecstasy.
This is the annual sermon given by the ancestor of Daoyuan Sect, and only people above the peak master can listen to it.
This is a rare opportunity for every peak master of Daoyuan Sect.
There is only one exception.
A tall and upright young man sat cross-legged in the last row, seemingly listening with his eyes closed, but in fact he was snoring loudly. Several peak masters sitting cross-legged around him had their faces turned red and did not dare to laugh.
"Wang doesn't ask what's going on? How dare he take a nap even though our ancestor is preaching?"
"You don't know him yet? With his weak cultivation, even if he listens carefully, how much can he hear?"
"It is said that he has been dreaming recently and often wakes up in the middle of the night."
"Stay there and stop talking about him. Even if I wait, I will still have nightmares."
Several peak masters around him communicated through voice messages, with regrets showing on their faces.
Wang Buwen has already become a noble peak master of Daoyuan Sect at a young age. He seems to have unlimited glory, but looking at the entire Daoyuan Sect, no one is willing to be the peak master of this peak.
On the high platform, Patriarch Qi Chen held his hand behind his back. He tightened and loosened it, then loosened and tightened it. Finally, he sighed and continued to explain.
Wang Buwen had no idea that Patriarch Qi Chen's patience was reaching its limit.
He was in the vast starry sky. He was like a true god, independent in the starry sky. Looking back, he saw the boundless sea of people rushing towards him, with a powerful momentum that shook the stars and shattered the sky.
These figures were filled with terrifying demonic aura, and Wang Buwen felt that the beautiful peak leader he had a crush on would turn into a red and pink skeleton.
But in his eyes at this moment, these people were no different from ants, as if he could wipe out this boundless sea of people with just a thought.
These days, he almost always had the same dream. Every time, he became the supreme true god, fought hundreds of millions of miles alone, and blocked hundreds of millions of demons with one sword.
Wang Buwen didn't know why he had such a dream. He only knew that the dream was very real and terrifying.
In the dream, I was fighting in a bloody battle, like an invincible god of war, and all the blood on my body belonged to the enemy.
A familiar weight came, and unknowingly, a long sword engraved with ancient patterns appeared in his hand. The sword was seven feet long and had a cold light. Just one glance gave people a sense of sharpness.
"Buzz!"
The next moment, he swung his sword, and it swept out like a huge sword that was about to cut off the sky. Wherever it passed, the demonic shadow was wiped out, the stars exploded, and Wang Buwen's blood boiled.
How great would it be if my real self also had such strength?
"Does the dignified Taoist only bully the weak?"
When Wang Buwen was making a killing spree, a charming voice suddenly sounded in the starry sky, and then, a beautiful figure appeared on his left side, with a slender hand wrapped in terrifying power, and patted his waist.
Come.
Wang Buwen's will was shocked by this force, but his body's instinct turned in a strange arc and barely escaped the palm. Even so, the impact of the force still knocked Wang Buwen away.
go out.
He rubbed his sore waist and stared at the most beautiful witch among all living beings.
The beauty of this woman was something Wang Buwen had seen all his life. When he first dreamed, just one glance made him lose his mind, causing him to be directly killed by the other party and escape from the dream.
These days, he dreams almost every day, and is killed by this incomparably beautiful woman almost every day.
You are beautiful, but you have killed me so many times and I am not convinced!
Wang Buwen was furious and rushed out with his sword, vowing to win back the man's face and suppress the witch.
"Grrrr!"
"If I give you another period of time, I will definitely not be your opponent."
"But now...!"
Before the sound of charming laughter fell, Wang Buwen felt the scent of fragrant wind blowing into his nostrils. His expression changed drastically. He subconsciously raised the sword in his hand and tried to block it, but it was already too late.
A sword finger, like the sword of heaven, penetrated straight into his heart. Unspeakable pain struck him, and the entire dream was shattered!
"Damn witch, if you dare, fight me for another 300 rounds!"
The powerful voice echoed throughout the depths of Daoyuan Sect.
Wang Buwen opened his eyes with difficulty, only to feel that the front of him was shrouded in shadow, and the familiar peak masters around him were all looking at him with strange eyes.
"Gulu!"
Wang Buwen swallowed hard, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. Looking at the angry Ancestor Qi Chen who was looking down at him condescendingly, he felt a cold air coming from the soles of his feet to the sky.
Damn it, society is dead!
At this moment, Wang Buwen wanted to find a hole in the ground and crawl into it. He even had the urge to destroy the world.
What made Wang Buwen even more uncomfortable was that the beautiful peak leader he had a crush on also looked at him with strange eyes.
"Which witch? How to fight? You should tell me."
Qi Chen stared at Wang Buwen expressionlessly and asked indifferently.
As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding peak masters could no longer hold back and chuckled.
"Ancestor, this disciple will not dare to do it next time."
Wang Buwen lowered his head and admitted his mistake honestly.
"Next time? Do you dare to have a next time?"
"I have tolerated you for a long time!"
"It's okay to fall asleep while I'm preaching. Are you still talking in your sleep?"
"You useless thing, get out of here!"
The roaring sound was like a muffled thunder, causing Wang Buyen's head to buzz, and his ancestor's saliva even sprayed on his face.
Wang Buwen resisted the urge to wipe his face and wanted to apologize again, but before he could say anything, he felt a terrifying force coming over him, and his whole body was like a big bird, soaring freely between heaven and earth.
"boom!"
A loud noise echoed on the Demon Peak of Daoyuan Sect Town, startling countless birds.
The little black dog who was sunbathing stood on tiptoe and sneaked over carefully to watch. After just one glance, the little black dog shook its head in an old-fashioned manner, covered its face with its paws, and left with its tail wagging.
It is accustomed to this scene.
This owner, from time to time, has to do the same doggy style with it. No wonder it has such a good relationship with its owner. Could it be that the owner was a brother with it in a previous life?
If Wang Buwen knew what the little black dog was thinking, he would probably eat dog meat tonight.
"Ahem...!"
After a long time, Wang Buwen stood up from the big human-shaped pit. He was in a miserable state, but his appearance was fine. What really made Wang Buwen miserable was that his whole body seemed to be falling apart at this time, and he was in extremely painful pain.
"This hometown...!"
Wang Buwen rubbed his waist and was about to curse angrily, but he seemed to remember something and quickly covered his mouth.
I almost forgot that this old guy has a great level of cultivation. If he heard about it, his fate would be even worse.
Wang Buwen sat slumped on the ground, looking at the sky helplessly.
It has been ten years since Blue Star came to this world of cultivating immortals, and he was accepted as a closed disciple by the previous generation of the Demon Suppressing Peak. He only taught me for three years, and this cheap master died, leaving me alone to inherit this legacy that has made the entire Tao.
The people of Yuanzong were frightened by the news and went to Zhenyao Peak.
Wang Buwen actually doesn't have any big ambitions, and he doesn't aspire to be invincible or to be the best among men. He just wants to practice peacefully, attain immortality, and, if possible, meet the beautiful peak leader he has a crush on.
Staying together for a lifetime is enough.
However, his mediocre ambition is also extremely difficult.