Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 475 Jun Ning is a burly woman

Wu Feipeng, whose face was still stained with blood and who looked like a murderous god, now wore a sincere smile and echoed in a gentle voice, "The door of the Discipline Hall is open to all those who are devoted to the light and abide by the rules! As long as you diligently practice the techniques, abide by your duties, and temper yourself, and meet the requirements, you will naturally be qualified to enter the Discipline Hall."

The disciples of the Discipline Hall behind Lu Wensheng, who originally had stern expressions and an imposing aura, all smiled at this moment. The atmosphere suddenly became relaxed and warm, completely different from the iron-blooded and cold-blooded manner when they were carrying out the cleansing mission before.

Duan Jiashu, who was standing not far from Ah Qi, walked straight over.

He walked up to Ah Qi and patted his shoulder, which was trembling slightly with excitement. His voice was not loud but was clearly heard by everyone: "The road is under your feet. You have the opportunity, and the skills have provided the foundation. The rest depends on whether your bones are strong enough and your will is firm enough. The Discipline Hall does not discriminate based on status. I am also a demon cultivator. If you are really determined, you must temper your bones to be harder than anyone else's!"

Although the other disciples of the Discipline Hall did not say much, there was no rejection or contempt in their eyes when they looked at Ah Qi and other demon cultivators. There was only a kind of commonplace scrutiny and subtle encouragement - as if as long as you can prove that you meet the standards, joining them is not a fantasy.

This attitude itself is a kind of silent acceptance.

An indescribable, scorching heat instantly swept through Ah Qi's limbs and bones.

All his anxieties, inferiority complexes, and fears were burned away by these three words at this moment. An unprecedented sense of power violently erupted from the deepest part of his heart. He felt that his blood was boiling, and every cell was shouting. A heroic spirit of fearlessness and courage rushed to his head!

It was as if he had been injected with a dose of chicken blood, making him eager to start practicing madly immediately and do everything he could to prove that he was worthy of this expectation!

"Yes! Champion!" Ah Qi straightened his back suddenly and roared with all his strength. His voice was slightly broken due to excitement, but it was full of firm determination, which caused everyone to laugh in a good-natured manner.

The feeling of being recognized and expected was like the strongest liquor, burning Ah Qi's eyes. Only one thought was screaming in his mind: He must become stronger! He must fight to the death to reach the top!

This brief conversation was like a stone thrown into a calm lake.

The other demon cultivators who had just received the skills and were immersed in the excitement of being "accepted" also heard it clearly.

They looked at Lu Wensheng's tolerant and encouraging smile, then looked at Ah Qi who was almost fainting with excitement, and their eyes suddenly burst into the same fiery light!

The Discipline Hall! That place that symbolized order, power, and glory. The leader himself had promised it was possible! The door that had once been tightly closed to them, representing the path of righteousness, seemed to have truly cracked open, revealing a light they had never dared to hope for.

With Lu Wensheng's promise, the flame of hope burned brightly in the hearts of every aspiring demon cultivator.

Shen Wenxin looked at this scene, turned his head and asked Jun Ning: "Why did you ask the Immortal Sect's Discipline Hall not only recruit people from outside, but also recruit so many demon cultivators?" Does Tao Yin know?

Jun Ning's expression remained unchanged: "I confess now."

Shen Wenxin understood immediately: “…” He failed.

Jun Ning is a burly woman, tall and strong, with powerful arms and steady steps. Her body is as sturdy as a wall, with a dignified figure and a dignified appearance. Her shoulders are like a double-door refrigerator. Her eyes are like cold stars, and her eyebrows are as white as paint. She is like a demon slayer from the sky. She is truly a Tai Sui God on earth, with broad shoulders that people can lean on. She can take on such a big thing at any time.

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Lu Wensheng was just about to go ahead and check on the resettlement progress of Lin Zhengxiu. Just as he was about to turn around and leave the area where the noise was gradually dying down, Xie Qingwu, who had been watching silently like a shadow, spoke.

"Hey," his voice was filled with a subtle inquiry, his red eyes locked on Lu Wensheng, "What else do you want to do here?"

He was referring to the fact that Lu Wensheng asked Wu Feipeng to take over his affairs in the Xuanyin Sect, and that he was going to Lin Zhengxiu's mortal village in person, which was unnecessary.

In his opinion, if it was because of Lin Zhengxiu, wouldn't it be enough to let that junior brother named "what's-the-bird" bring the person over? Why bother doing it himself?

Tang He, who was helping the villagers repair a fence and was covered in dust, suddenly sneezed and rubbed his nose in confusion: Is it Senior Brother Lu who is talking about me?

Lu Wensheng listened to Xie Qingwu's somewhat inexplicable questioning, but without stopping, he just tilted his head slightly and asked, "Then why are you, a Phantom Demon Lord, following me for no reason?"

He glanced in the direction of Jun Ning and the others in the distance, and said calmly but with a reminder, "My master and the others are all here, aren't you afraid you won't be able to leave?"

Xie Qingwu didn't care at all, and even floated half a step forward lightly.

On his handsome face, which lacked human warmth, his red pupils were like the purest rubies, but at this moment they were fixed firmly on Lu Wensheng with an almost paranoid desire to explore.

He tilted his head slightly, and the corners of his lips curled up in a very faint arc, but without any smile. His voice was light, but it was unquestionable. His voice was low and carried an almost paranoid frankness:

"Then don't leave. Consider me dependent on you."

Lu Wensheng frowned slightly and finally asked the question that had been in his heart for a long time: "By the way, why are you so obsessed with me?" He really didn't understand. What was there about him that was worthy of the attention of this demon lord?

"Persistence?" Xie Qingwu repeated the word, a strange light flashing in his red eyes, as if he was savoring this description.

He did not answer directly, but whispered in an almost dreamy tone, full of strong curiosity:

"From the first time I 'read' your inexplicable chaos in Misty Mountain, I have developed an irresistible interest in you..."

Xie Qingwu moved closer, his red eyes seeming to completely imprint Lu Wensheng's figure in them. His voice was low and focused: "I have been tracking your traces."

"My traces?" Lu Wensheng raised his eyebrows, feeling curious and wary of this statement.

Xie Qingwu pointed to his temple, his tone filled with the seriousness of an academic inquiry: "I am the Lord of the Phantom Demon. I was born with the ability to understand the thoughts of all living things. It is an instinct that flows in my blood and the cornerstone of my understanding of this world - can you understand it? Everything in this world, the thoughts and movements of people, should be as clear to me as the lines on the palm of my hand, every detail is clear."

"But you, Lu Wensheng, are an exception, a huge, unreadable 'void'."

He frowned slightly, his crimson eyes swirling with confusion and persistence. "Your 'traces'... the very fabric of your existence... are like an impenetrable fog to me. This feeling is... strange, and also... annoying. It's like an open book with the most important pages completely erased, leaving only an incomprehensible blank."