Lady Cultivator

Nie Wushang opened his eyes and clenched his fists, feeling very satisfied. //No pop-ups and fast updates//

After years of accumulation, I finally broke through and entered the mid-term.

All in all, she formed a demon baby just earlier than Mo Tiange. When Mei Feng created a Yuan Demon and devoured a lot of pill-forming monks, she originally planned to use it on herself to rush directly from the early stage of Yuan Ying to the later stage. However, before it was completed, she took advantage of it. With those Yuan Demon Qi, Jiu Ying only needs to use those Yuan Demon Qi to transform into a demon cultivator.

Only later, because the Yuan Demon ** she stole was imperfect and stuck at the early stage, her cultivation slowed down. After obtaining the Yuan Demon Stone Tablet, her cultivation progressed rapidly. In addition, there were few bottlenecks in demon cultivation, and she finally rushed into the middle stage in one breath.

Fortunately it's not too slow. Let alone Qin Xi and Jing Xingzhi. Although they are monks of the same generation, there is a hundred years age difference between them. Mo Tiange is younger than her, so it would be embarrassing to fall behind her.

After stretching his muscles and bones and feeling comfortable all over, Nie Wushang stood up and walked out of the cave.

Xiaoyang is indeed the most terrifying and dangerous place in the eyes of the monks in the cloud. Here, the veritable mountains and rivers, the spiritual veins, and the demonic realm are all extremely small. When Nie Wushang came here for the first time, he simply wanted to do it. The monks in Xiaoyang shed tears of sympathy. The one she occupies now, placed in the cloud, is not wanted by Lian Dan monks, but in Xiaoyang it has become a cave that Nascent Soul monks are fighting over...

There are not many Nascent Soul cultivators in Xiaoyang. Who wants to suffer and be burdened in Xiaoyang after reaching the level of Nascent Soul cultivation? Those who stay in Xiaoyang all have compelling reasons. Some have too many enemies, some have offended people they shouldn't have offended, and some have hidden treasures for their crimes...plus Xiaoyang's resources are only so few. After fighting and killing, only five Nascent Soul monks were left. Two of them were knocked down by her, two were scared away by her, and the other one was smart enough not to get involved, so the cave belonged to her as a matter of course.

"Demon Lord!" Seeing her appear, a pill-forming demon cultivator with a beard and a sad face quickly came forward and saluted respectfully, "Demon Lord, if you have something to do, just ask your subordinates to do it."

Nie Wushang nodded calmly and took out a jade slip: "These things. Prepare them."

The famous demon cultivator took the jade slip and explored his spiritual consciousness. He was a little stupid, "Demon Lord, this..."

"What, is there a problem?" Nie Wushang glanced over.

The demonic cultivator shuddered, and couldn't help but think of the previous master of the cave a few decades ago, who was almost beaten to pieces by her. He said repeatedly: "No, no." He browsed the jade slips again, "I will summon my subordinates immediately. Manpower. Go to Yuanzhou!"

"Wait!" Nie Wushang took out a spirit stone bag. "Don't alarm others, just go to Yuanzhou and buy it by yourself.

"

The demon cultivator looked at her silently with his mouth open. Go buy it? The Yuanying monk who met Xiao Yang for the first time wanted to buy something...

"What, is there another problem?" Nie Wushang clenched his fists slowly.

"I don't dare!" The demon cultivator took the bag of spirit stones. "My subordinates will do it right away, and I promise not to let anyone know!"

Nie Wushang nodded with satisfaction: "Go ahead."

"Yes!" The demon cultivator didn't dare to ask any more questions and left.

Watching the man leave, Nie Wushang stood for a while, returned to the cave, and sat down again. In the middle stage of Nascent Soul, plus those things, it's almost enough. She didn't dare wait until the late Nascent Soul stage. By that time, she was afraid that his injuries would have recovered, right? After years of power, she was very aware of his strength. If he was allowed to recover, it would be difficult for her to have another chance. At that time, she would have to wait for his life to expire and pass away. If so, this knot will never be resolved.

Nie Wushang clenched his fist again, his eyes determined. She must defeat him with her own hands and give herself a new life!

Not more than a month later, the pill-forming demon cultivator came back from Yuanzhou and respectfully presented the Qiankun bag and the remaining spiritual stones: "Demon Lord, I have lived up to my trust."

Nie Wushang took the Qiankun Bag, inspected them one by one, and nodded: "Okay, well done. You have been working hard for decades. Seeing that you are so obedient, I can grant you a request. "

The pill-forming demon cultivator was overjoyed and quickly bowed down: "Thank you, Demon Lord!"

Nie Wushang said calmly: "Before I leave Xiaoyang, these words will count. You can come back after thinking about it."

The demon cultivator was startled: "Demon Lord, you...you want to leave Xiaoyang?"

Nie Wushang raised his gaze slightly, looked into the void, and did not answer for a while. Just when Mo Xiu thought she wouldn't answer, she said, "It's better to say it earlier, lest I don't have time to fulfill it."

"Demon Lord..."

"Say it."

The demon cultivator said: "The demon king should know that his subordinate was seriously injured many years ago, and the demon elixir was damaged as a result, making it difficult to improve his cultivation..."

"I know." Before he could finish speaking, Nie Wushang said, "I can help you repair the magic pill, but that's all."

The demon cultivator was overjoyed: "Thank you, Demon Lord, thank you Demon Lord!"

Nie Wushang looked at him thanking him so much and sighed secretly in his heart. This subordinate came to her automatically after she took over the island. She took a fancy to him precisely because his magic elixir was damaged and he had a simple mind. The reason why he had his magic elixir damaged and was living in Xiaoyang was because of his sad past. This made Nie Wushang think that if he hadn't seen the opportunity quickly, the best outcome would have been like him, right?

Master, Master. Her eyes were cold and her fists were clenched. After a while, he breathed out slowly. She will definitely seek revenge for more than a hundred years of humiliation!

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Although the war between demon cultivators was in full swing, the Xuanqing Sect's fifty-year competition was still held.

According to the rules of the Xuanqing Sect, there is a small competition for Qi refining and foundation building every ten years, and a major competition for foundation building and pill formation every fifty years. In the past few decades, Xuanqing Sect has experienced numerous foundation-building and pill-forming monk talents. Almost half of its disciples are fighting abroad. There are still more than 300 foundation-building disciples and more than 30 pill-forming monks in the sect.

The rewards of the competition are very generous, ranging from exercises and magic weapons to elixirs and materials. Moreover, leaving aside the Dan Jie cultivators, the Foundation Establishment disciples who perform well in the competition are very likely to be accepted as disciples by the Dan Jie Dao Master or even Nascent Soul Taoist Lord. This is an irresistible temptation for most people!

At this moment, on the main peak of Taikang Mountain. Using profound formation techniques, a huge fighting platform was built out of thin air. From the outside, the fighting platform looks like a transparent lotus platform floating in mid-air. For those who live in it, it is a vast and boundless world.

On the stage of fighting, no matter life or death. This sentence does not mean that if you die on the fighting stage, your death will be in vain, but it means that you will not die even if you die. This fighting arena is no ordinary arena. You are inside and protected by the formation. The true soul and physical body will be preserved, even if the physical body is completely destroyed and the soul is destroyed during the competition. Once it's over, you can get back to how you were before.

The mighty elder of the martial arts hall gave an order, and the two foundation-building disciples on the fighting stage began to compete.

On several cloud platforms surrounding the fighting stage, many alchemy masters were watching and commenting on their disciples. This is a rare opportunity to watch actual combat, because the characteristics of the fighting stage are different from ordinary sparring. It can better bring out the strength of the monks. It is also easier to see each person’s strengths and weaknesses.

Looking at this scene, Mo Tiange couldn't help but sigh at the strength of the great sect. It is really beyond the reach of small and medium-sized sects. This fighting platform alone cannot be built by a medium-sized sect like the Yunwu Sect even if it devotes all its efforts, let alone those small sects with only a few alchemy monks. I think back then, when she traveled around Kunwu with her second uncle, she saw the Sendai Club of many sects, but they were just ordinary arenas with enhanced formations.

"Junior sister Qingwei has never participated in a sect competition, has she?" A gentle voice came to her ears.

Mo Tiange turned around and saw Lingxi Daojun on the other side. The old ones have all been recruited to Kunzhong City, and there are only three of them in the Xuanqing Sect. Lord Lingxi Dao just came out of seclusion not long ago, his cultivation has improved greatly, he is in a good mood, and the spring breeze is blowing on his face all day long.

"Senior Brother Lingxi is laughing at this, Junior Sister has never had a chance."

Lord Lingxi smiled and said: "Disciples like us, Lord Nascent Soul, generally do not participate in the major or minor competitions in foundation building. They only participate in pill formation. Junior sister has not had the chance, but she advanced too quickly. Shoujing and I Senior brother, I went through two competitions when I was forming the elixir, and once when I was in retreat, senior brother Shoujing was in retreat, but we only shared the same stage once."

"Oh?" Mo Tiange was quite interested, "What was the result?"

"Of course I lost." Lingxi Daojun smiled brightly and said that he failed, but it didn't bother him at all.

Qin Xi, who was at the top of the list, curled his lips and said, "That's because you have formed the elixir not long ago, and your cultivation is quite stable."

"You and I are of the same age. Even if you have formed the elixir not too long ago, it's because I lost to you." Lingxi Daojun shook his head and joked, "Senior Brother Shoujing, you are so humble after you win, what do you think of us losers?" Where are you?"

Qin Xi waved his hand and looked at Mo Tiange: "The real winner is there. We are all losers in front of her."

Lord Lingxi was stunned and laughed loudly. After laughing, he said: "Senior Brother Shoujing, other than that, I still have confidence. I really can't compare with you in this regard."

Qin Xi also smiled, not the slightest bit embarrassed.

"Speaking of this, in recent decades, outstanding disciples in the sect have appeared frequently. This competition is quite interesting." Lingxi Taoist turned his eyes to the fighting stage, and his eyes moved, "Hey, this disciple is good."

Mo Tiange and Qin Xi also turned around and were also attracted.

The two disciples on the fighting stage are both in the middle stage of foundation building. One of them has many treasures and frequently uses spells. He is probably an elite disciple of the alchemy monk. The other one is much poorer, with only one high-grade magical weapon and the skills he practices are relatively ordinary. Such two disciples, but it was the former who was pressed down and beaten, which was really strange.

After watching for a while, Qin Xi suddenly said: "This man is really a talent that can be made."

Lord Lingxi nodded: "Yes, whether it is a magical weapon or a skill, it is far behind, but he relies on a solid foundation and flexible adaptability to deal with it. What's even more rare is that he has a high fighting spirit and is very tenacious. Given time, he will definitely succeed. Something was accomplished.”

Qin Xi looked at him: "Junior brother Lingxi is very interested in this disciple!"

Lord Lingxi smiled and called a disciple: "What is this person's name?"

The disciple flipped through the directory and reported: "Back to my master, this junior fellow student is named Mo Xiaoliang. He is a disciple of Ganlu Peak. He is forty-five years old and established the foundation at the age of twenty-five..."

"Oh?" Lingxi Daojun narrowed his eyes slightly, "It has only been twenty years, and it has entered the middle stage. It is extremely rare...Does he have a master?"

This question was because he was interested in him. The disciple was envious and jealous, so he replied: "I don't have a teacher to follow."

A trace of doubt flashed across Lingxi Daojun's eyes: "His qualifications are not bad, his willpower is better, and his cultivation is improving rapidly. Why doesn't he have a disciple?"

"This...disciple doesn't know..."

Of course Lingxi Dao Lord did not expect this foundation-building disciple to answer. When the elder from the Dao Palace not far away heard this, he stood up and replied: "Reporting to Uncle Master, the reason why Mo Xiaoliang has not been taught by a disciple is because of his excessive temper. Violent, when he was refining Qi, he accidentally killed a fellow disciple, so..."

"Why?" Lingxi Daojun's expression became solemn, and fellow sect members killed each other. This is a sect prohibition. No matter how outstanding your qualifications are, those who violate this prohibition will be expelled from the sect, let alone be accepted as a disciple by Yuanying Daojun.

"It was a disciple who was deliberately oppressing by relying on his family's power. Mo Xiaoliang was so impulsive that he struck too hard..."

"I see." Lord Lingxi nodded, "In that case, I can't blame him."

Knowing that Lingxi Taoist Lord was very interested in this disciple, the elder Chuangong agreed, "The sect prohibits members of the same sect from fighting each other. If he was the one at fault, he would have been expelled from the sect long ago. But his temper is really disturbing. It’s a headache, but there were a few juniors who were interested in him back then, but in the end I thought it would be better to temper his temper.” (To be continued). ..

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