MOF Chapter 66

Chapter 66: Winning the First Place in the Spirit Trial Conference

“Just say goodbye then!”……

“Senior Brother Lu has won! Senior Brother Lu has won!” Although Zhuzi Mo hadn’t clearly seen the person who flew out, he was very certain in his heart that it must be Xie Yiling who was defeated, and couldn’t help but cheer on the spot.

Zhuzi Shan next to him turned his head as if searching for someone. When he saw Si Wumian, he raised his chin at him and smiled lightly with sarcasm.

“Tch!” Although Si Wumian believed from the bottom of his heart that Xie Yiling could not possibly lose to Lu Jinnian, the surrounding disciples, after hearing Zhuzi Mo’s words, immediately spread the news to each other.

Regardless of whether it was true or false, Si Wumian had to go to the front to see clearly. If it really was Xie Yiling who had been defeated, he could help alleviate the situation for him.

The light disappeared, and the young man standing on the Spirit Trial Platform was full of vigor. As his gaze swept across, the disciples who met his eyes fell silent one after another.

“How could it be…” Zhuzi Shan and Zhuzi Mo’s expressions changed, and they hurriedly ran towards the landing point of the person who had been sent flying.

Lu Jinnian lay on the ground with half of his body stiff and numb, his face pale. He was obviously extremely angry, but had no reason to vent his anger.

Zhuzi Mo and Zhuzi Shan exchanged glances, said nothing, and stepped forward to carefully help him up.

Lu Jinnian stared at Xie Yiling, still unable to believe that the other party had actually defeated him openly and fairly in front of everyone in the sect.

And with just one move! This was simply impossible!

Right, how could it be? At this moment, Lu Jinnian suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind and realized something was wrong.

Xie Yiling had taken so many of his attacks, how could he have won with one move?

He would never believe that Xie Yiling, who couldn’t even properly channel spiritual energy before and was even punished by Young Master Yue to practice until midnight, could have made such rapid progress in his spiritual power in just a few days.

Even with Fufeng Daoren personally teaching him, it was impossible. There must be something strange behind this, and he had to find a chance to figure it out!

“Senior Brother Xie!” Si Wumian breathed a sigh of relief and shouted happily to the surrounding disciples: “Senior Brother Xie has won!”

Xie Yiling’s chest throbbed faintly. He secretly adjusted his breathing, suppressed the pain, and waved his arms twice towards the Spirit Trial Platform.

Nangong Ci lowered his head slightly and chuckled.

“Not bad.” Nangong Fu revealed a few hints of appreciation in his eyes, “That kid Yiling is always said to be playful, but he hasn’t slacked off in his studies.”

“Xie Ci has never been lazy in his studies. The result of this Spirit Trial Conference can be considered worthy of his efforts,” Nangong Ci said with a faint smile on his face.

Elder Ming Nan’s gaze wandered over the three people on the opposite side. Seeing that Nangong Yue was already staring expressionlessly at the two new disciples who had just come up, he smiled and shook his head almost imperceptibly, continuing to watch.

After waiting for Si Wumian to finish his match, Xie Yiling and he first went to the backyard together to find a place to have tea. They felt that the competition was almost over before they went back.

There was a bottomless empty well on the Spirit Trial Platform, with a layer of watery light covering the wellhead, hazy and unclear.

When it was Xie Yiling’s turn to draw a weapon, he reached into the well and groped around inside, finding nothing. He probed deeper, touching several cold, hard weapons.

Suddenly, there was a slight tremor at the bottom. Xie Yiling’s heart stirred, and then he grabbed the sword and pulled it out.

The watery light wave at the wellhead turned ink-like in color, with a few strands of crimson faintly emerging. The moment the sword came out of the well, the Spirit Trial Platform shook violently for a short time.

The joy in Xie Yiling’s eyes almost turned into dazzling, bright stars. He stared at the black spirit sword in his hand, hugged it, and walked to the side, making way for the people behind him.

Si Wumian held the spirit sword he had just drawn, looking at it from left to right, treasuring it for a long time, before he noticed that Xie Yiling had already finished drawing his sword.

“Senior Brother Xie, what does your sword look like? Let me see!” He leaned over and saw a black sword.

The sword body faintly exuded a cold aura, and the crimson cloud patterns on it flowed up and down like magma. Even people who didn’t know much about weapons could tell that this was definitely a superior treasure sword.

“Wow!” Si Wumian’s eyes widened, “Senior Brother Xie, your luck is really good. This sword looks extraordinary!”

Xie Yiling was naturally happy in his heart. He patted Si Wumian’s shoulder, “You go back yourself, I’ll go first!” Almost as soon as the words fell, he ran out in a few steps.

The sword in his hand carried a warm aura, as lustrous as warm jade. Xie Yiling knew that as soon as the Spirit Trial Conference ended, Nangong Ci would definitely return directly to Fufeng Pavilion.

He was excited and walked with a gust of wind. Who knew that he would run straight into Nangong Yue who was coming out of Fufeng Pavilion.

The joy on Xie Yiling’s face instantly disappeared. He lowered his head slightly, and all the arrogance and mischievousness on his body were restrained. He respectfully said to the person, “Disciple Xie Yiling greets Young Master Yue.”

The two were almost identical in their expressionless faces. Nangong Yue glanced at him lightly, “Have you practiced your skills today?”

Xie Yiling’s heart sank, and he truthfully said, “I haven’t had time yet.”

“Since you haven’t, then go practice first. Although you won Lu Jinnian in this Spirit Trial Conference, if you slack off because of this, next time, he may not lose to you again. Moreover, he is competitive, so you must not be complacent.”

Nangong Yue’s few words suppressed the joy that Xie Yiling had originally been eager to share with Nangong Ci. He nodded, “Thank you for your guidance, Young Master Yue.”

Xie Yiling glanced at Fufeng Pavilion, turned around and walked towards the training ground. It wasn’t until his back disappeared at the corner of the corridor that Nangong Yue retracted his gaze and walked to the other side.

Not long after, a head peeked out from the corner of the corridor. Confirming that Nangong Yue had left, Xie Yiling dashed into Fufeng Pavilion in one stride, closed the door, and went straight to the backyard.

There was a stone table in the center of the courtyard and under a crabapple tree, and the ground was covered with fallen red petals, rolling to the sides due to the hurried footsteps of the person who came.

When Xie Yiling arrived, Nangong Ci had just finished washing a set of wine glasses and placed the wine on the stone table.

“Nangong Ci.” Xie Yiling called him softly.

Two glasses of wine were filled, and Nangong Ci looked at him with a smile, “You weren’t seen by your brother when you came?”

The stone stool was initially cool, but gradually became warm shortly after Xie Yiling sat down. He sighed, a look of pity on his face, “You’re still laughing at me. How could I not be seen by him? He just told me to go practice!”

“What did you draw for a weapon that you want me to see?” Nangong Ci knew him too well and saw at a glance the purpose of his visit.

Hearing this, Xie Yiling immediately stood up, took off the sword and handed it to Nangong Ci.

“Sixth Brother, look!”

Nangong Ci finished a glass of wine and put down the glass without changing his expression. He took the sword and looked at it carefully.

“Not bad.” A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, “This sword is very suitable for you. Cooperate well with it, and it will definitely be of great help to you in the future.”

Xie Yiling looked up at him slightly, and Nangong Ci’s small shadow was reflected in his black pupils.

“I haven’t named this sword yet. Sixth Brother, do you have any suggestions?” Xie Yiling approached, bumping him with his shoulder again and again without much force.

Nangong Ci steadied him with one hand, “Stop it, even if you come up with a sword name, it may not be usable, and it needs the sword’s consent. It’s best if you think of it yourself.”

Xie Yiling touched the sword, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, “I can’t think of it for a while.” He looked up and saw a crabapple tree, and tentatively said, “Why don’t we call it Crabapple?”

He shouted to the sword in Nangong Ci’s hand, “Crabapple, Crabapple, is this name okay?”

The black sword remained still, and even its light wasshōule qǐlái – put away.

“This won’t work.” Xie Yiling lightly pinched his chin, feeling a little distressed.

“Go back and think about it carefully.” Nangong Ci put the sword back in his hand, raised his hand and touched his head, “Go practice, don’t let your brother catch you again.”

“Okay.” Xie Yiling looked at Nangong Ci putting down his hand, feeling a little reluctant in his heart.

“I won’t see you off.” Nangong Ci sat back at the stone table and continued to drink.

Xie Yiling took two steps out, suddenly paused, he turned his head, and blurted out, “Don’t see off!”

“Let’s call it ‘Don’t See Off’!”

The black sword in his hand suddenly lit up for a moment.

“It likes this name!” Xie Yiling smiled, “I’ll engrave the name on it after I finish practicing. Sixth Brother, I’ll go first!”

Nangong Ci watched him leave, and lowered his head to see a crabapple petal falling into the wine in his glass. He remembered what Nangong Yue had said to him when he came here earlier.

“Ah Ling, we, the Nangong family, are wholeheartedly dedicated to the immortal sect and must never be tainted by the mortal world. Perhaps I was wrong from the beginning and shouldn’t have brought him back.”

“I know that you have already begun to distance yourself from your brother, but everything I do is for the sake of Southern Return, for your sake.”

“Brother, between Xie Ci and protecting Southern Return, it is just a matter of protecting one versus protecting two, which is not difficult for me. Why must you view him with prejudice?”

“You are now deeply involved in it, and I am just worried that you will become more and more emotional. You have indulged him many times, is it fair to the other disciples in the pavilion?”

*

“Dong——”

“Dong——”

“Dong——”

With the sound of three ancient bells, all the disciples of the Southern Return Heavenly Pavilion set out to go to the back mountain.

Xie Yiling, holding three small saplings, suddenly had the whimsical idea to sneak attack Si Wumian.

As if he had eyes on the back of his head, Si Wumian nimbly dodged, pointing at Xie Yiling and laughing, “Senior Brother Xie, hahaha, things are different now, I’m not the Si Wumian of the past!”

“Pa!” Another person’s sapling suddenly launched a sneak attack, hitting the back of Si Wumian’s head.

A somewhat dazed expression was fleeting. Si Wumian turned his head and saw the culprit, “Good! Ning An, you dare to hit me!”

Xie Yiling looked at the somewhat unfamiliar face, and asked after Si Wumian was done messing with him, “Who is this person?”

“Nangong Ningan, a new disciple this year. The Sect Leader said to let me take care of him first,” Si Wumian explained.

Xie Yiling gave him a surprised look, “You can take care of someone, why can’t I?”

“Do you think it’s an easy thing?” Si Wumian said, “I wish I could keep my eyes glued to him all day, starting with the simplest spells. I used to practice those basic things tens of thousands of times, and I feel like throwing up just thinking about them now.”

Xie Yiling immediately distanced himself from him, “Don’t.”

“What are you thinking!” Si Wumian said amused, “I’m just saying.”

Arriving at the destination, the back mountain was filled with people for a time.

Looking at this scene, Xie Yiling suddenly said, “In a few years, this will be a peach forest.”

Si Wumian chuckled, “Then there will be peaches to eat again.”

The two began to plant trees separately. Xie Yiling dug a pit and planted the three saplings one by one.

As soon as he stood up after planting, he saw a familiar figure.