NFBE Chapter 80 Meeting or not
Chapter 80 Meeting or not
"True Monarch Xuanwu has also come?"
"Where? Where? I can't see it?"
The area below immediately erupted in noise.
A person walked unhurriedly to the front, his demeanor both awe-inspiring and intriguing, and his face seemed to be shrouded in a hazy mist, making it difficult to see clearly.
Of course, this was true for disciples with slightly lower cultivation levels, but for most people present, it was clear enough that they could see his face so clearly that everyone present was amazed and astonished.
Most cultivators are not bad-looking, after all, the higher the cultivation level, the fewer impurities in the body, and the closer to a flawless body.
Among a group of good-looking people, those who stand out are definitely a level above conventionally handsome, and Xuanwu is such a person.
So this is another reason why Liu Xingxing doesn't want to be with him: he's too flashy ╮(￣⊿￣)╭
You see, as long as this person takes the initiative to walk in front of the public, even the number of pills on his clothes can be clearly identified. Someone like her, who is hiding her face, will be exposed sooner or later if she follows him.
Fortunately, she didn't come in with Xuanwu. Liu Xingxing silently gave herself a thumbs up for her foresight.
"I've heard that True Monarch Xuanwu has already reached the pinnacle of his cultivation and is just one step away from ascension. I never imagined that I would be able to see his true face today. What a blessing! Haha!"
Another burly middle-aged man arrived in front of Xuanwu first, intending to pat him on the shoulder, but Xuanwu easily dodged him by sidestepping, and then smiled and nodded slightly to the man as a greeting.
"It's been a long time, Elder Jin, you've gotten even better at joking."
Jin Pan wasn't surprised at all that he dodged, and laughed without any embarrassment, "Hey, it's been so many years, and you haven't changed a bit, haha."
The others were not as at ease as Jin Pan. They all bowed respectfully and addressed him as "True Lord," adding his Daoist name "Yin Xuan."
(Just like Liu Jun's Taoist name is 'Qing Jun')
With Xuanwu's cultivation level, he would have been worthy of this title from various families hundreds of years ago, and he remains so today.
Xuanwu readily agreed, and without any airs, said in a friendly manner, "Well, it's nothing much. I heard that the sect leader is holding a discussion on Taoist scriptures here, so I'm just here to watch the fun. You don't need to take it to heart, just continue your debate."
That being said, the two who were arguing fiercely just moments ago were now completely deflated, having lost all their previous bravado.
Their limited insights were utterly insignificant compared to Xuanwu's, as a difference of one realm was worlds apart. Moreover, the gap between them and Xuanwu was far greater than a small one; it was akin to a student arguing with his teacher.
People used to boast about their skills in front of Guan Yu, but now that this great Buddha is here, no one dares to speak freely. The once noisy hall has now become a completely silent place.
Xuanwu, on the other hand, casually asked the sect leader for a place to sit down and sat down comfortably, and said with a warm smile: "It's alright that I said it, don't mind me, you can continue."
Everyone looked at each other, still speechless, but Jin Pan spoke up at the opportune moment: "Alright then, this old man will make a fool of himself. Elder Zhao, I have a question..."
Today, after all, this is a place for discussing the Dao. The sect leader has set this up, and there is no reason for him to give up halfway just because of something unusual. Before long, the slightly restrained atmosphere turned into a scene of debate between the two sides, and the hall gradually returned to its previous noisy state.
Meanwhile, Liu Xingxing, still mingling in the crowd below, glanced curiously at the burly elder from another sect, wondering how Xuanwu had become acquainted with that person; they seemed to have a pretty good relationship.
Everyone else treated Xuanwu with utmost respect, but he treated Xuanwu as casually as a friend.
The elder looked quite old, but his bone age might not even be a fraction of Xuanwu's. After all, although Xuanwu was a generation younger than Liu Jun, their ages weren't that different (in terms of the measurement system in the cultivation world, Xuanwu was set to be 300 years older than Liu Jun), and his cultivation level was only at the late Nascent Soul stage.
I wonder how they met?
Liu Xingxing paused for a moment, then shook her head violently. What did it matter to her how they met? Why was she thinking so much? Besides, it had nothing to do with the novel. People could befriend whomever they wanted; it was none of her business.
"Oh, so he is the True Lord Yinxuan. He is so handsome, more handsome than anyone I have ever seen."
"What are you thinking? Master called us here this time to get a ranking. We can't let the sect down."
"Hmph! All they ever do is try to glorify the family. Senior sister is such a blockhead, and senior brother is just as much a blockhead. Oh, by the way, where did senior brother go? I haven't seen him all day!"
"Sigh, you..."
In a secluded corner, a woman in purple robes, who appeared somewhat aloof, was scolding her mischievous junior sister, creating a warm and harmonious scene.
These are the main figures who appeared after the competition.
Liu Xingxing's gaze would occasionally drift to the two people who were unnoticed.
The three elements of family annihilation, unfulfilled revenge, and descent into darkness are followed by Lu Xihan and others helping them solve the case and unravel the mystery, and then they encounter matters related to her parents.
It was supposedly to train the female lead, but in the end, it still easily took the lives of everyone in an unknown small sect. In order to highlight the clues about the female lead's parents, that bumbling author even only arranged for a few demon trash to go on a killing spree because they were bloodthirsty.
The entire process of revenge and solving the case was incredibly exciting, written in a mysterious and enigmatic way, yet the ending was just like this.
This was a major flaw in the novel at the time, and many readers kept criticizing it. However, the author, who failed in his writing, showed no desire to revise it. After all, it was just a lighthearted story, and he figured he could just let it go. That's what Liu Xingxing thought at the time.
But now, as an outsider in this situation, and seeing those two people no one seemed to care about, Liu Xingxing turned her gaze away and looked at the group of people arguing at the head of the table, now a different group...
Although there were disagreements, no fighting broke out.
If the mind remains unmoved, actions will not cease.
She really is selfish.
She can't save the world.
She couldn't bear the consequences of the butterfly's vibrations.
……
After reading too many Taoist scriptures and treatises, Liu Xingxing grew bored. Looking at the setting sun and the changing of the crowd around her, she lost interest in reading any further and walked out of the main hall.
However, as soon as she stepped out, she saw a familiar face. Well, not really a close friend. Liu Xingxing glanced at Ning Shen walking towards her, then naturally turned her head away and walked past him.
Ning Shen seemed to sense something and turned around to call out, "Fellow Immortal, please wait a moment."
Liu Xingxing walked straight ahead as if she hadn't heard anything.
"Immortal friend?"
Ning Shen unexpectedly walked up to her and stopped her first.
Liu Xingxing looked back at him in confusion: "Are you calling me? Is there something you need?"
Ning Shen bowed slightly, somewhat embarrassed: "Oh, it's nothing. I just felt that you looked familiar, so I stopped you in a moment of panic. Please forgive me."
Liu Xingxing glanced at him a couple more times, then suddenly chuckled and said, "Fellow Immortal, your way of striking up a conversation is quite old-fashioned."
Ning Shen's stern face flushed slightly, and his tone turned colder and harder: "I apologize for my abruptness, but you do look familiar, fellow immortal. May I ask which sect you belong to?"
But his somewhat hesitant tone betrayed him, revealing a different meaning beneath his coldness.
Liu Xingxing stared at him for a while, then suddenly burst out laughing: "Pfft, before asking others, shouldn't you introduce yourself first? I see you're wearing the robes of a Xuanshan Sect disciple, so are you a member of the Xuanshan Sect?"
As a direct disciple of an elder, Ning Shen was naturally allowed to wear his own clothes. However, he also worked in the Punishment Hall and was the senior brother of everyone, so he was the most disciplined. Except when he had to go out on duty, he always wore disciple robes within the sect. No wonder she said that.
Ning Shen answered very seriously: "Yes, I am Ning Shen, the eldest disciple of Elder Xing of the Punishment Hall of Xuanshan Sect. May I ask which sect you have studied under, fellow immortal?"
Although Liu Xingxing had used illusion magic to change her face, she didn't go to the cafeteria for lunch today. She just came out to see what was going on, so she didn't bother to wear her disciple's robes and only wore her everyday clothes. With more and more people from other sects coming these days, it was normal for her to be mistaken for an outsider since she was wearing everyday clothes.
"Me..."
Liu Xingxing paused for a moment: "A rogue cultivator, not affiliated with any sect."
Ning Shen seemed somewhat surprised: "So you are a rogue cultivator. I apologize for my rudeness. May I ask your name?"
Liu Xingxing looked at him amusedly: "You've said 'abrupt' several times already. How can you make friends if you're so serious? My name is... Liu Xing. You can call me Xingxing or Xiaoxing, it's up to you."
"Willow Star?"
The question, however, came from behind.
Upon hearing this voice, Liu Xingxing paused, then turned around stiffly.
Lu Xihan and Xiao Yiyi were standing not far away, looking in their direction.
Holy crap! (°ー°〃)