After the ascent failed

Chapter 97
Watching Ye Chunyang's back disappear, Ye Yao curled her lips and soon became lively again.

In the past three years with Ye Chunyang, she has already regarded this place as her own home, and occasionally helps Ye Chunyang take care of the spiritual field, plant some flowers and plants, and the only thing she doesn't like is the boring practice.

The Cangjing Pavilion is not far from Wangxing Peak, and Ye Chunyang Yujian will arrive there in less than half a quarter of an hour.

Cangyuan sect's Buddhist scripture pavilion is a majestic stone building, the top of which cannot be seen at a glance. According to Aoki, it contains tens of thousands of books on exercises and magical powers.

Of course, Ye Chunyang is not interested in these. With his experience in the human world, all the exercises he practiced are top-level. The exercises of the Cangyuan School are not eye-catching to him. The secrets of the world of cultivating immortals in the Northern Territory, to see if there is any strange mountain and dangerous place that can attract him.

After all, to improve one's cultivation, the fastest way is to fight and practice.

Ye Chunyang does not intend to stay comfortably in the Cangyuan Sect forever.

According to the rules of the Cangyuan Sect, only disciples who have won consecutive victories in the Dou Xingtai or have completed the mission of the sect can enter and leave, otherwise they will have to wait until the opportunity to open once every three years.

As Ye Chunyang, he naturally ignored this rule.

Walking into the pavilion, Ye Chunyang saw a middle-aged cultivator who had completed the Dao Foundation Stage drowsy at the door, and Ye Chunyang casually threw the letter talisman with the small golden sword on it.

Seeing the other party's arrogance, the middle-aged monk's face darkened and he was about to explode.

But when he saw a layer of purple-gold aura glowing from the sword talisman, his body shook suddenly, he stood up and bowed to Ye Chunyang, apologizing: "It turns out that the master and uncle are here, and the younger generation is far away, please forgive me. "

The sword talisman is a token that symbolizes the elders of the school. Generally, the elders are pure gold, but only the sword talisman of the Supreme Elder is purple-gold.

Apart from Elder Aoki, there is only Master Ye who joined the sect three years ago, obviously this is him.

"No need to be too polite, I want to find some secret books of the Northern Territory, do you know where they are?" Ye Chunyang asked.

"If you go back to Master Uncle, these are the most common classics in the sect. They can be found on the first floor. I will fetch them for you, junior." The middle-aged monk respectfully handed back the sword talisman and said in a flattering tone.

"No need, I'll get it myself." Ye Chunyang waved his hand.

Seeing this, the middle-aged monk had no choice but to tell the location where the classics were stored in detail, and then stood there with an apologetic smile.

As one of the six major sects of the Northern Territory, the Cangyuan Sect has a wealth of exercises in the Sutra Pavilion. According to the middle-aged monk, Ye Chunyang quickly found some classics that contained the secrets of the Northern Territory.

However, after reading it several times, Ye Chunyang found that most of the above records were about the division of sects and forces of cultivating immortals, and there were no ruins or dangerous places that he was looking for.

And he has another purpose this time, which is to find records about soul cultivation, so as to advance his own soul art.

But apart from an ancient book that records a few deeds about the prevalence of soul cultivation, which is roughly the same as what Aoki said before, there is nothing else.

"It seems that soul cultivation has rarely appeared since the ancient times. Otherwise, with the millennium inheritance of the Cangyuan Sect, there should be some secrets about soul cultivation."

Ye Chunyang pondered secretly.

Thinking of this, he flipped through it again, and was about to pick up a book related to the six schools of the Northern Territory, when a hand suddenly stretched out beside him.

"My nephew, this 'Six Sects of Ancient Records' is what I was looking for, nephew and nephew, let's give it up!"

An indifferent voice sounded, and a tall young man appeared in front of him, dressed in a blue Taoist robe, with a handsome appearance.

Seemingly polite, but looking at Ye Chunyang with aloofness.

"Oh, tell me, why should I give this ancient book to you?"

Ye Chunyang looked playful.

This ancient book only records the history of some six sects, it is not a valuable thing, and the content has been brought into my mind just now with a sweep of my mind.

But most of the people in the world who dare to talk to him like this are dead.

"You probably don't know who I am. I am Qi Fei, the direct disciple of Elder Lianqing. If you volunteer this book now, I will read it for the sake of your shallow cultivation, and I won't bother you much, otherwise You should know the consequences."

The young man said coldly.

Ye Chunyang seems to have a low breath, at most he is a low-level disciple of the third level of Qi Refining, and he doesn't know what opportunity he got to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Moreover, there are only some ordinary books stored here, and there are no magical powers, and only low-priced disciples will come.

If he hadn't needed to learn about a mysterious place in the near future, he would never have come here.

Coincidentally, what he wanted to know was recorded in this "Ancient Records of the Six Schools". Seeing a low-ranking monk take the book away first, he felt disdainful in his heart.

"Qi Fei? So you are Qi Ao's son."

Ye Chunyang understood the identity of this person.

When he was in Lindu City, he had heard that besides Qi Mubai, Qi Ao had an eldest son named Qi Fei, who was elected to Lian Qing's sect together with Nie Ying a few years ago.

Qi Fei raised his eyebrows, suspicion flashed in his eyes.

But then he looked cold and arrogant: "Since you know who I am, then obediently hand over the six ancient records, so that I can pretend that I have never heard what I just said."

"Really?" Ye Chunyang suddenly smiled.

Qi Fei's face turned cold.

But just as he spoke, he suddenly met a pair of icy eyes. The indifference and dead silence made a chill run up his back, and he couldn't help but take two steps back.

Qi Fei's expression changed drastically, and he was about to say something when he saw Ye Chunyang stepping forward, his indifferent eyes seemed to be looking at a dead man: "Even if your father Qi Ao is here, you have to kneel and kowtow to me, what are you? Things, dare to be so defiant?"

"you……"

Qi Fei was furious, and wanted to open his mouth, but suddenly there was a tremor from the depths of his soul, and he couldn't say a word.

Seeing Qi Fei's dumbfounded appearance, Ye Chunyang's eyes flashed sarcasm, but he was too lazy to entangle with this kind of thing, and threw "Six Ancient Records" back to its original place.

"If you dare to look at me like this again next time, you will definitely be wiped out!"

Leaving a faint word, Ye Chunyang walked away with his hands behind his back.

It was not until his figure disappeared for a long time that Qi Fei woke up suddenly, looked at the "Six Ancient Records" that had been put back to its original place, his face was gloomy like water.

"This person's cultivation is clearly low-level, why is his aura so fierce?"

"However, he dared to threaten me. He is so brave. When I find out his identity, I must let him know what life is better than death!"

Qi Fei's eyes flickered with coldness.

Now that he is a Daoist monk, it is an unprecedented shame to be threatened by a low-level disciple in the Qi refining period.

With a cold whisper, Qi Fei immediately took down the book and began to flip through it with a serious face.

……

"Unexpectedly, with the long inheritance of the Cangyuan Sect, and the lack of knowledge about soul cultivation, it seems that I need to find another method if I want to practice deeply in the soul cultivation process."

Ye Chunyang, who found nothing, quickly left the Sutra Pavilion, thinking secretly at the same time.

He is only a nominal elder in the Cangyuan Sect, and he doesn't bother to interfere in the sect's affairs, so he might as well go down the mountain to find out some news.

But after all, he came at the invitation of Aoki, and he must be informed before going down the mountain.

Then Ye Chunyang went to Cangyuan Peak.

When he was rising with his sword, he seemed to see a familiar figure not far away, but Ye Chunyang didn't pay much attention to it, and quickly disappeared into the air.

"Xin'er, do you think that person looks a bit like Mr. Ye?"

Two figures appeared outside the Sutra Pavilion, and Chen Xue glanced at Ye Chunyang's fleeing figure from a distance, with a look of suspicion on her face.

On the other side, Nie Xin was also a little lost looking at the back, but quickly recovered, and said, "So what if you are, so what if you are not, we joined the Cangyuan Sect just to improve ourselves, why should we care about other things?"

"Do you really not care?" Chen Xue looked at her with complicated eyes.

Nie Xin was slightly taken aback.

After a moment of silence, she said: "Why should I care? I, Nie Xin, have never lived for others. Even though he is now on top, one day I will catch up with him and even surpass him."

Chen Xue opened her mouth, speechless.

She knows Nie Xin too well, and this unyielding temperament gives her infinite motivation to move forward, but this is a double-edged sword, and sometimes it hurts herself.

"Ye Yun, Ye Yun, who are you?"

Chen Xue murmured in her heart, feeling more and more that Nie Xin's "fiancé" was far from being as simple as she knew.

Nie Xin stopped talking, and walked into the Buddhist scripture pavilion.

At this moment, a figure walked quickly and stopped in front of the two with a smile on his face.

"Xin'er, Miss Chen, you are also here to find news about the Immortal Alchemy Valley, right?"

A hearty voice came, and the person who appeared was none other than Nie Ying.

"Brother Nie Ying also knows about this?" Chen Xue asked.

Nie Xin was also surprised.

"Hehe, Immortal Refining Valley is an ancient and strange place, which is jointly controlled by various factions. It is full of aura, but because there are restrictions, high-level monks cannot enter except for Daoist and Qi Refining Stage monks."

Nie Ying smiled slightly and said.

Therefore, each faction will join forces to break the ban every 100 years. Firstly, every [-] years in the Immortal Refining Valley, the ban will be relatively weakened. Second, the spiritual grass of the next hundred years is more valuable. Uncle Shi and the disciples who are still in the Qi refining stage are collecting relevant information and preparing to go. "

"It seems that Brother Nie Ying has already made preparations." Nie Xin said with a deep expression.

"It's natural. Entering the Immortal Refining Valley can not only hone yourself, but also get rewards for retrieving the hundred-year-old spirit grass for the sect. I have been waiting for this for a long time." Nie Ying said proudly.

"Having said that, but not only our disciples from the Qi refining period will enter the Immortal Alchemy Valley, but also seniors from the Dao Foundation Realm. How can we compete with them?" Chen Xue sighed sadly.

She has already heard about the Alchemy Valley, not to mention the spirit grass that has been nourished by spiritual energy for a hundred years, even the reward from the sect is extremely exciting, but the danger is also very human can handle.

Nie Xin also frowned upon hearing this.

She has also heard about the Alchemy Valley, and she is indeed here to collect some relevant information.

(End of this chapter)