C8 Creditor's Visit

Nie Yuntian put away the bag of pills, and leisurely said, "My master's star core hasn't been stabilized yet, so even if he obtains the Beast Controlling Immortal Scripture he only has a one percent chance of breaking through. I think the chances of him forcibly breaking through and falling is very high. "

"The road of Immortal cultivation is a path that defies the heavens. If you step onto the holy path, then which one will not have a slim chance of survival?" "Yuntian, why should a person who fears death cultivate? Your master Dragon Beast has the guts to break through to the Saint realm, how can you pour cold water on him?" Mo Wen's tone was serious.

"Alright, you little saints always value your realm more than life and death. I can't wait any longer and break through on my own. " Nie Yuntian said lazily.

Little Saint!

Mo Wen only felt as though ten thousand mud horses were hurriedly running through his mind.

"You, you are simply unreasonable. "I'm not going to tell you anymore, go raise your own cultivation level, and ask me for the Solidified Spirit Pill when you're at the ninth step."

Every time he talked to Nie Yuntian, he would feel upset.

He didn't want to stay a moment longer, so he left with a flick of his sleeve. Along the way, he felt as if he had been f * cking unlucky. The sect's treasure book had been given to him to exchange for spirit pills, and he had even been beaten to a pulp.

Nie Yuntian lazily leaned back in his chair as he pondered how he could make Dragon Beast give up asking him about the saint's heart.

There were countless 9 star experts on the Ziyou Continent. In the past, Nie Yuntian had personally witnessed dozens of people dying in front of him. Including the three companions he had asked the saint that time. Back then, their Astral Core was only slightly weaker than his.

However, they still fell. Their cores exploded at the same time and flattened a whole valley. The dust returned to the earth, and even the hardest skull crumbled into dust.

How could the Holy Path be forced?

On the seventy-second continent of the Ziyou Continent, there were three thousand Secret Realm and more than a hundred thousand nine star experts. However, there were only twenty-four Saints. Dragon Beast's nucleus hadn't even reached the state of being protected by the Milky Way? Where did he get the guts to challenge the sacred path?

"This old fellow really gives me a headache …"

Nie Yuntian muttered to himself while rubbing his temples, "How about I fail on purpose to control the Hundred Beasts Array? But if that happens, Dragon Beast and Mo Wen might go crazy …"

Boom!

A loud sound suddenly came from outside the door.

Nie Yuntian heard the loud noise and walked out of the hall. From afar, he saw a ray of neon light exploding in the sky in the direction of the immortal stage.

Sect Summoning Order!

Nie Yuntian was shocked — they had suddenly gathered all the disciples of the sect! Could the sect have sent something big?

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The forty thousand Qingyang Sect disciples around the stage looked as if they were about to face a great enemy.

On the stage, Long Xiang and Elder Long Jian's expressions were solemn. Loong Yin and Dragon Beast stood behind Mo Wen, while Mo Wen silently stared at the people in front of him.

Those people were dressed in luxurious clothes, and their faces were arrogant. They stared at Saint Mowen with disdain, as if they were suddenly rich and were staring at a poor guy.

The leader was about the same age as Mo Wen. "She had a jade-like face, a long, jade-like body, a purplish-gold crown on her head, and a scarlet python robe on her body. Her belt was actually a seven-colored crystal jade.

The piece of jade was blood-red, white, blue, bright yellow … Just like this, they formed a seven-colored jade band. Taking a close look at the Qilin on the jade belt, he realized that it was actually an astral artifact.

The tens of thousands of disciples below the stage could clearly see that there was a reason behind that person looking at Saint Mowen with disdain. Judging from the clothes, Saint Mowen was undernourished and dressed like a country bumpkin.

"Don't ask, the time limit of the spirit stones that your Qingyang Sect owes us, the Beastmaster Villa, is already up. Are you going to pay me back or not? " The embroidered clothed man said loudly.

Mo Wen suddenly showed an old face, "Duan Qilin, Elder Long Kong has already fallen. We will not return this spirit stone. You should go back. "

Hearing Mo Wen's words, Dragon Beast and Loong Yin's faces also started to turn red.

They were very clear about the matter of Long Kong borrowing Beastmaster Villa's spirit stones all those years ago. Even the Immortal Stage at the foot of the mountain was built using that spirit stone.

Qingyang Sect had always been relatively poor, and had been poor for over a thousand years. In the Ziyou Continent, it was basically an Immortal cultivation sect that was like the poor peasants of eight lifetimes. Furthermore, the founder had made it clear that disciples were not to be taken in. Otherwise, with the contributions from the royal disciples within the Qingyang Sect, they could still maintain a bit of their glory.

In the previous session of the Heavenly Classic Pavilion's Elder Long Kong had made up his mind to bring glory to the Azure Sun Sect.

However, the huge debt they had to bear was unbearable for Qingyang Sect. In order to repay his debt, Saint Mowen had used up all of the spiritual tools, star artifacts, and saint artifacts that he had accumulated for generations. In fact, he had even lost dozens of the Ancient Era's Immortal Codex in order to repay the debt.

If not for the fact that they had the strength of Saints, even the pigs raised in the back mountains would have been taken away by them. This time, the last manual, Azure Sun Star Art , was also replaced with a Spirit-evoluting Pill for Nie Yuntian.

Qingyang Sect ran out of money, poor to the point of being clean. There was nothing Mo Wen could do. He could only use the power of the entire sect to settle this debt.

"Do you think that if you have more people, you can renege on the debt? "Don't ask this old man. Back then, both sides invested their Spiritual Awareness into this debt agreement at the Saint Garden. You miscalculated." Duan Qilin turned his head and stared at the tens of thousands of Azure Sun Sect disciples below the stage. His arrogant aura did not decrease in the slightest.

Mo Wen was expressionless, he said coldly, "Then go call the notary Tian Wuzi."

"You should know that Saint Tian Wuzi has been missing for over ten years. Don't you have the morals of a saint when you say that?" Duan Qilin was slightly surprised.

"Even if Tian Wuzi is here, using the Spirit Star to destroy the contract would be useless. Our Qingyang Sect really doesn't have any money, so why don't you just kill him to vent your anger? " He looked up to the sky and said this in a daze.

Duan Qilin felt as if his brain was going to explode.

Long Wenhui had died a few years ago, so why would he let him go to the Star Explosion to kill a person? He was a saint after all, how could he say such shameless words?

"The Garden of Saints also has an Immortal Virtue Ranking. If this matter were to be exposed, what face would you have to walk around the Ziyou Continent?" The embroidered clothed person used his trump card.

He was confident that Mo Wen wouldn't ignore the reputation of a saint.

Mo Wen let out a long sigh and said, "A saint without money has no morals, so go ahead and say it."

Duan Qilin's face turned cold. He then looked at the dense mass of heads below the immortal stage and wore a smile, "Saint Mowen, I have a compromise." There is a little disciple in my sect who has been cultivating with closed doors all this time, and his realm is not considered strong nor weak, but he has never had actual combat experience. "

"Duan Qilin, what do you mean?" asked Mo, looking at him, puzzled.

"As long as your disciples spar with my little disciple, I'll let you wait another five years for this debt." Duan Qilin said in a dense voice.

Mo Wen lowered his head and thought for a moment. "Who does he want to spar with?"

"The handsome genius who cursed Yi Shanhee, Nie Yuntian, at the last Immortal Formation Great Assembly of Qingyang Sect." Duan Qilin leisurely said.

Hearing what Duan Qilin said, Long Xiang, Loong Yin, and Elder Long Jian rolled their eyes in unison.

Didn't that damned genius get bitten to death by a Bronze Back Iron Lion yesterday? Why does this Duan Qilin keep following a dead person?!

Only Mo Wen and Dragon Beast knew in their hearts that Nie Yuntian wasn't dead.

And the Beast Resisting Villa's Protector, Duan Qilin, had come for Great Immortal Formation Competition to get to the bottom of the Qingyang Sect.