Chapter 533 Cultivation of Immortality Is a Journey Against Heaven

Two days later, outside Jueqing Palace.

Yang Jiao stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the endless peach forest, then glanced at Hua Qiangu next to him, and said leisurely:

"To the east of the East China Sea, there are peach trees stretching for a long time, and their flowers are also shining brightly. Some of them are as beautiful as ten miles of red dust, so it is called Ten Miles of Peach Grove."

"You have been planting peach trees for a year, but the peach grove is only more than one mile longer. When will you be able to plant a peach grove on my fairy island that is as beautiful as ten miles of mortal world?"

Ever since Hua Qiangu revealed that he was a reborn person in front of Yang Jiao, he was no longer as cautious as before.

She smiled and said:

"I am just a new disciple. On weekdays, I am either training or practicing swordsmanship. I also have many courses specially set up by Changliu for beginners. I only have time to plant trees in the evening. It is really slow to do so. normal."

Yang Jiao said calmly:

"Not only are your performances in the Immortal Sword Conference extremely mediocre, but you have not even entered the top five. I am afraid that no one will accept you as a disciple, and you will only become an ordinary disciple on Changliu Mountain from now on."

"Then from now on, your time is quite tolerant. Anyway, you are currently withdrawn and taciturn, and don't like to be close to others. When the Fairy Sword Conference is over, you will come to Jueqing Palace and wait for you to plant a ten-mile peach forest for me. It’s not too late to go back to Changliu Mountain.”

His eyes suddenly lit up:

"Judging from the posture and power you show, before you were reborn, your realm cultivation should be a well-known existence in the six realms. You should know what it means to keep a promise. Since you have accepted my Silence Sword, then what you promised will naturally It must be completed with due diligence.”

When Hua Qiangu heard this, her long eyelashes covered the strange light under her eyes, and she couldn't help but secretly said:

"Bai Zihua, after all, you are still so cold and heartless and refuse to admit that you have been reborn like me. I want to see how long you keep pretending."

Her eyes sank slightly:

"I am your life and death calamity, and you just let me stay in Jueqing Palace? You must know that planting a ten-mile peach forest and planting it according to the pattern you gave me cannot be done in a short time."

"Based on my level and the progress of my future cultivation, it will take anywhere from eight to nine years to more than ten years to fully cultivate a ten-mile peach forest."

Hua Qiangu stared at Yang Jiao with great interest and said word by word:

"Your Majesty, you really want to keep me in the Jueqing Palace for so long. If something unexpected happens and I am burdened by my life-and-death calamity, and dragged into the abyss of eternal destruction, wouldn't it mean that if I stay for a long time, I will lose the leader, and the world's righteousness will be changed? It’s equivalent to losing Optimus Jade Pillar.”

"By then, no one from the top ten immortal sects will be able to resist the Seven Kills. The sentient beings in the six realms who have been protected by Your Majesty, I am afraid it will be unpredictable."

"So, do you still want to keep me in Jueqing Palace?"

Yang Jiao's eyes were profound:

"The calamity of life and death? Since you said you are a reborn person, why are you always trapped in the fate determined by your previous life?"

"Cultivation as an immortal is a journey against heaven, whether it is the three minor and major disasters that one has to overcome to become an immortal, or the so-called calamity of life and death."

"This is a calamity deliberately sent down by heaven for practitioners like us. There is no way to hide or avoid it. Only by facing it calmly can we escape from the calamity."

Hua Qiangu's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, and she thought:

"With such transparent words, it would be strange if you were not reborn."

She said noncommittally:

"Your Majesty said so. After the Immortal Sword Conference, I will go to the Immortal Island to plant trees."

Hua Qiangu seemed to have remembered something and said:

"Since World Honored Mo Yan said before the beginning of the Immortal Sword Tournament, whoever can win the first prize in one fell swoop can become the disciple of the head of Changliu, the head of Penglai Ni Qianzhang has always wanted Ni Mantian to become his disciple."

"Privately, he first provided Ni Mantian with pills to enhance his magic power, and then passed on some of his cultivation skills to the maximum extent possible without arousing suspicion."

"I even gave him the Biluo Sword disguised as an ordinary long sword."

"This sword is an ancient fierce sword. The sword energy is powerful and can hurt people invisible. Once injured by the sword energy, although there is no trace on the outside, the person's internal organs have been minced."

"Ni Qianzhang sealed the Biluo Sword to prevent others from discovering it, but its power cannot be underestimated, and its ferocious nature still remains."

She frowned slightly, showing a trace of worry:

"Tomorrow is the final of the Immortal Sword Conference to compete for the title. Tangbao has only been practicing for about a year, can he really beat Ni Mantian?"

Yang Jiao pointed his sword at the same time, and before Hua Qiangu could react, he tapped it lightly on the center of his eyebrows. Suddenly, the dark sun mark of a deep color flashed away.

In the dark, Hua Qiangu felt that the efficiency of his cultivation had improved dozens to hundreds of times.

"Bai Zihua, what are you doing?"

Yang Jiao said calmly:

"After practicing Taoism for more than a thousand years, I finally gained enlightenment and created several secret techniques. Now you still think that Tangbao is no match for Nimantian?"

Hua Qiangu was extremely confused:

"I was his master and disciple for twenty or thirty years in my previous life. How could I not know that he created such a secret technique? Could it be that I cursed him with eternal life and immortality, so he was reborn after I died and after an unknown number of years? Well, that’s why he created such a heaven-defying secret method.”

She looked at Yang Jiao with clear eyes and thought to herself:

"Bai Zihua, you have exposed yourself and said that you have not been reborn. This secret method is the best proof."

Hua Qiangu’s mouth curled up slightly:

"Your Majesty, you are worthy of being the number one person in the six realms. Qiangu is impressed."

The next day.

Above the Changliu Mountain Square.

The three Changliu statues are high on the altar. The heads and elders of the major immortal sects have also taken their seats. The eight thousand disciples of Changliu are all sitting cross-legged on the tuanpu.

Suddenly, Yang Jiao shouted softly:

"Nimantian, sugar baby."

The new disciples all sat cross-legged at the front of all the permanent disciples, and then they saw two beautiful figures getting up, walking out one after the other, and said in unison:

"The disciple is here."

Yang Jiao looked indifferent:

"Whoever wins the first prize today will become my disciple. I hope you will use your best strength. This time, you can use whatever skills you have."

"Ni Mantian, you have only practiced Changliu Sword Technique for a year. When fighting, it doesn't matter if you use Penglai Sword Technique, which you are best at. Also, I need to unseal the sword in your hand."

As soon as these words came out, the expression of the middle-aged man with a beard wearing a brown robe above him couldn't help but change.

Everyone lowered their gazes to the sword in Ni Mantian's palm.

Dongfang Yuqing seemed extremely surprised and said:

"The ancient fierce sword, the Biluo Sword!"

Ni Mantian said hurriedly:

"I hope your Majesty will forgive me for my sin. My disciple was so eager to win that he rashly used the Biluo Sword."

Yang Jiao Gujing Wubo said:

"I have made it clear that today is my day to recruit a disciple. No matter what means you have, you can use them. Do you need me to unseal the Biluo Sword for you?"

"I would like to remind you that your cultivation level is no more than Zhiwei Realm. Once this sword is unsealed, the ferocious nature of the sword will hurt others and yourself. Do you want to unseal it?"

Ni Mantian's eyes were fierce:

"Mantian only wishes to become your disciple, and I beg you to unlock the seal of the Biluo Sword."

Yang Jiao flicked his fingers, and a ray of light merged into the long sword in Ni Mantian's palm. This simple black sword turned into a crystal clear blue long sword, constantly exuding a fierce killing aura.