In the medicinal garden of the Tempered Spirit Peak, Su Chen was very surprised to see the Dao disciple who had come to summon him.
He did not know why the sect master wanted to see him, a disciple who was unknown in the sect.
Before he obtained the system, Su Chen was known as the trash with the lowest cultivation in the sect. He was a disciple who had entered the sect for five to six years, and was still at the first stage of the Body Refinement realm. He could not sense Qi and could not cultivate Qi.
At this moment, the sect leader, Daoist Qingxu, actually wanted to see him. What was the reason? This matter was unexpected and caused Su Chen to be bewildered.
"Could it be... could it be..." Su Chen thought of the existence of the system in his mind and could not help but feel a little uneasy. However, he did not show any expression in front of the Dao disciple and acted as if nothing had happened.
Outside the medicinal garden, the two of them walked down the mountain. Su Chen finally could not help but ask the Dao disciple, "Senior Brother, do you know why the sect master and patriarch summoned me?"
The Dao disciple walked in front. When he heard this, he stopped and said, "Why would the sect master and patriarch want to see you? How would I know!? You will know when you arrive at the Pure Yang Hall."
After that, the Dao disciple continued to walk forward.
From the Dao disciple's tone, it seemed that he was a little impatient. It seemed that he did not think much of Su Chen.
Among the nine great branches of the Pure Yang sect, the Tempered Spirit Peak branch had already declined for a long time. Now that Su Chen was alone, why would the disciples of the other branches care about him?
Su Chen smiled casually and did not mind. There were many disciples of the other branches, but his own branch did not even have a master. No one would value the only disciple of Tempered Spirit Peak.
This was the cruel reality of the cultivation world. This was a world where the strong preyed on the weak and the strong ruled.
Weak ants would only be trampled under the feet of the strong and bullied as they wished.
The journey was silent. They both walked the hundred-mile journey and soon reached their destination. In about 20 minutes, the two of them arrived outside the Pure Yang Hall.
The Dao disciple walked into the hall to report.
"Come in!" A gentle and calm voice came from the hall. It made Su Chen feel at ease. It was as if a spring breeze was blowing on his face.
When Su Chen, who was standing outside the hall, heard this voice, he tidied his clothes and carefully walked into the hall.
He was suddenly summoned by the sect master, and he did not know why, which made him a little nervous.
He came to the bottom of Daoist Qingxu's throne, stood still, and bowed, "Greetings, sect master!"
"Yes! No need to be polite!" Daoist Qingxu said.
A pair of seemingly turbid eyes sized up Su Chen, and there was a flash of light in his gaze.
Daoist Qingxu had reached the stage where he had long returned to his original state. He sat there without a trace of spiritual energy fluctuation, without a trace of extraordinary aura. He was just like an ordinary old man.
"I didn't expect the Tempered Spirit Peak lineage to fall into such a state." Daoist Qingxu suddenly let out a long sigh and said with infinite emotion. "Back then, the Tempered Spirit Peak lineage was on equal footing with the other eight great branches. However, the Tempered Spirit Peak lineage chose to walk the path of body refinement. Well, no one can be blamed for this."
Daoist Qingxu looked at the last disciple of the Tempered Spirit Peak in front of him, and he could not help but feel a little uncomfortable. The nine Pure Yang branches were originally a family, and they were the nine great orthodoxies left behind by the founder of the mountain.
Now that the branch of the Tempered Spirit Peak had declined to this extent, Daoist Qingxu could not help but feel a sense of sadness.
Su Chen did not dare to make a sound. He listened quietly and seemed calm, but in fact, he was already feeling a little uneasy. The feeling of not knowing what would happen in the next moment made his chest feel as if there was a huge rock pressing down on it, making it hard for him to breathe.
"Tomorrow is the day of the sect trial. I have a technique here that might be of some help to you!"
Daoist Qingxu changed the topic and said these words.
Then, Daoist Qingxu took out a jade slip from his sleeve and handed it to Su Chen.
Su Chen was stunned. He did not expect Daoist Qingxu to call him over to give him a technique.
'But... I cultivate body refinement, not Qi cultivation!'
In an instant, countless question marks rose in Su Chen's mind.
However, when he saw Daoist Qingxu hand over the jade slip, he did not have time to think and reached out his hands to receive the jade slip respectfully.
"Alright, you may leave!" Daoist Qingxu waved his sleeves and said indifferently.
"Yes!"
Su Chen bowed to Daoist Qingxu and slowly left the Pure Yang Hall. Although his mind was full of questions, he did not dare to ask.
Seeing Su Chen's figure disappear outside the door, Daoist Qingxu muttered to himself, "I have held on to this for your Tempered Spirit Peak for hundreds of years. Whether you can comprehend anything depends on your good fortune."
After returning to the medicinal garden of the Tempered Spirit Peak, Su Chen immediately entered the small house and closed the door. He sat cross-legged on the futon and took out the jade slip in his hand.
"What technique did the sect leader give me? Is It related to body refining?" Su Chen was very curious, so he quickly returned to the small house in the medicinal garden and slowly opened the jade slip.
Just as Su Chen opened the jade slip.
Su Chen's mind was instantly filled with a roar. He only felt the world spinning, and his face instantly turned pale.
At this moment, the jade slip in his hand emitted specks of golden light, and one after another, golden characters rushed out from the jade slip. The characters were ancient, and he could not recognize a single word.
After the golden characters rushed out, they revolved around Su Chen. The golden ancient characters gave off a strange and unpredictable aura.
Countless ancient characters suddenly appeared on the jade slip. Then, these ancient characters surrounded Su Chen and began to reassemble. Su Chen did not know what these characters meant, however, he vaguely felt that something was wrong.
As expected, the moment this thought appeared in his mind, the characters surrounding him suddenly gathered together and turned into a ray of golden light that shot straight towards Su Chen's glabella.
Su Chen immediately ducked down. The spot between his glabella was a fatal spot for humans. How could he let this golden light hit him?
The jade slip in Su Chen's hand fell to the ground. He wanted to dodge, but the golden light was too fast. Su Chen only saw a flash of golden light in front of him. He felt a chill on his glabella and fell to the ground, no longer displaying signs of life.