touchnovel Chapter 45 Who doesn't act arrogantly?
Chapter 45 Who doesn't act arrogantly?
If experts in the Solidifying Yuan Realm and Condensing Yuan Realm do not receive timely medical treatment, the sect's strength will inevitably be greatly reduced, and it may even be swallowed up by other second-tier sects.
Cultivators from sects that have been destroyed are never given important positions by the higher-ups of the sects that destroyed them!
Several thoughts flashed through Wang Yan's mind.
My heart felt heavy, as if several huge stones were pressing down on it.
Although I don't know those experts who died in battle, the Solidifying Yuan Realm and the Condensing Yuan Realm.
but…….
"The deacons of the Cloud Cauldron Sect did not treat the Spirit Sprouts badly, which shows that the powerful figures at the top do not disregard life."
"I haven't heard these managers discussing where to attack today or where to attack tomorrow, which shows that the sect's general atmosphere doesn't favor hegemony."
So, when a strong person dies in battle, it's mostly in self-defense...
In his past life, whenever Wang Yan heard news anchors on the internet and television mourning the people's heroes who sacrificed their lives in those two rare air and sea battles, he would feel indignant, wanting to join the army and rush up to help the heroes.
Now, that strong urge has returned.
"My cultivation level is too low right now; in a direct confrontation, I'd definitely be cannon fodder. So, I need to be more high-profile and create more divine poems related to combat, concealment, and healing, using my strengths to help the remaining fellow disciples!"
Wang Yan lowered his gaze and cautiously followed Steward Qiu forward, greeting Qiu Xuankuang, who was still writing the character "God" in the wet mud.
Qiu Xuankuang then raised his eyes, his bloodshot eyes solemnly looking at Wang Yan: "You've finally arrived. Master Qin has been waiting for you!"
Wang Yan's gaze darkened slightly.
Qiu Xuankuang's tone was quite heavy, and a little hoarse from being so busy that he didn't have time to rest.
Furthermore, Master Qin specifically waited for him, so his purpose was quite obvious!
"Is it because I modified the divine runes on the condensed paper again, proving my talent once more, that this Master Qin transferred me here?"
"Luckily, I have enough in reserve to copy a few more!"
A few dozen breaths later, Qiu Xuankuang and Steward Qiu completed the transfer formalities, signaled for him to leave first, and then solemnly led Wang Yan to a room on the second floor.
The room was filled with sheets of paper covered in ordinary writing.
Grandmaster Qin was sitting at the table, flipping through the papers. Beside him was a young cultivator who was at least at the Qi Condensation Realm, serving him.
His once handsome, relaxed, and proud eyebrows were now slightly furrowed, clearly showing his annoyance, but he seemed to be holding back something, suppressing his anger. As a result, the radiance on his handsome face was gone, replaced by a deep weariness.
He will never again be as carefree and ethereal as he was last time.
Qiu Xuankuang stepped forward first, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Grandmaster Qin, and respectfully and hoarsely reported, "Grandmaster, Wang Yan has arrived!"
The moment Master Qin raised his eyes, his gaze was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, causing Wang Yan's heart to ache as if pricked by needles.
Fortunately, this extremely sharp sensation only lasted for a brief moment.
The next moment, Master Qin's gaze returned to its original depth, and the coldness and murderous aura between his brows also subsided considerably.
Wang Yan immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"It seems he was very angry, which is why he forgot to restrain his murderous intent!"
Master Qin sized him up for a few moments and nodded slightly: "You've fought with the Xuan Beast, so you do have more murderous aura and less arrogance."
Wang Yan raised an eyebrow: "I wasn't arrogant to begin with."
Master Qin snorted coldly, then pointed to the young man at the Condensation Realm beside him: "This is Steward Jin from our Divine Writing Peak. You can call him Uncle Jin."
After Wang Yan quickly greeted him, and Deacon Jin nodded slightly, Master Qin swiftly wrote a few words on the account book in his hand and handed it to Deacon Jin: "I've read it all, it can be distributed now!"
He stood up again, glanced at Wang Yan, and said, "Come with me to the first floor."
"Not a single word of nonsense?"
Wang Yan's heart tightened, and he nodded silently, following behind Master Qin back down to the first floor.
Several inner sect cultivators downstairs hurriedly greeted Master Qin, saying, "Peak Master!"
Wang Yan's eyes twitched violently. All the speculations he had made over the past few days were now completely confirmed.
"He is Qin Bilian, the most mysterious and oldest peak master of the Divine Literature Peak, who holds the highest seniority in the sect. Even the sect master has to listen to his opinions, but he doesn't usually get involved in affairs..."
"No wonder he could disregard the sect leader's orders and directly activate my Divine Script. Putting aside his most prestigious position, the peak master of the Divine Script Peak naturally has this authority."
Then Qin Bilian, the seemingly young but actually the oldest master, stopped in his tracks: "You all come and get to know him. This little fellow is Wang Yan."
Is he already introducing himself to big shots?
Wang Yan looked at Qin Bilian in surprise, and her goodwill towards him increased rapidly.
The tall, thin middle-aged cultivator with the clearest eyes immediately looked at Wang Yan and exclaimed, "Wang Yan? The Wang Yan who wrote 'Fleeting Light'?"
Wang Yan bowed to him: "It is indeed your disciple!"
He noticed that the way others looked at him had changed to one of realization, mixed with a touch of envy.
Perhaps she envies his literary talent!
Wang Yan was not smug, after all, the six-petaled Flower of Literary Heart was not something he obtained through his own efforts.
Looking at the calm and humble man, Master Qin's tired eyes flashed with a hint of approval and satisfaction. He then said, "Wang Yan, they are all from Shenwen Peak. This is your Master Fang Heyun. The two hidden divine character combinations he applied for are ranked in the top three of the Solidifying Yuan Realm category."
The old man Qin Bilian pointed at appeared to be the oldest, with slightly graying temples, a detached look in his eyes, and no signs of aggression.
After Wang Yan paid his respects, Qin Bilian pointed to the most robust middle-aged cultivator: "This is your Grandmaster Du Long, who is skilled in spatial combination. For the past five hundred years, the spatial magic artifacts of Fire Refining Peak have all been provided by your Uncle Du with the spatial divine rune combinations."
Pointing to the middle-aged cultivator who exclaimed in surprise, he continued, "This is your grandmaster Zhou Yaowen. He once created a medical divine script that greatly nourishes the foundation of cultivators in the Solidifying Yuan Realm, and it ranked among the top five in its category."
Wang Yan was secretly alarmed.
These three are all renowned experts in the support class of Shenwen Peak, and they are rarely seen even once every few years. It's unexpected that they are all here now.
After Wang Yan greeted them one by one, he saw Qin Bilian's eyes turn cold and his brows furrow: "What, haven't you figured it out yet?"
Everyone exchanged bewildered glances. Du Long, his brows furrowed even more deeply than a twisted rope, boldly complained, "Grandmaster, the time requirement is too tight! It's difficult!"
"You're asking for a combination of divine characters that can be used even by those at the Profound Breakthrough Realm or the Profound Movement Realm, but you've also specified that they must possess considerable power. This... is truly difficult!"
This man is the tallest and the bravest.
Qin Bilian's handsome face darkened, and the light in his eyes dimmed, causing Wang Yan's heart to skip a beat and a chill to run down his spine.
Duron's smile froze slightly, and a hint of fear appeared in his eyes.