The Mysterious Breakthrough of the Mysterious Sword's Transformation

He stood behind the young master, looking at the towering building. He blinked his eyes, and a trace of surprise flashed across his face.

The young master's gaze swept over him. He didn't care much about the child himself. Calling the other party a child of tender years was enough to make him maintain a cold and indifferent attitude, and to clearly guess the young master's intentions. This young master was indeed too much of a prodigy.

The smile on the young master's face widened, and he clapped his hands.

"You are the only friend I have ever seen who has the courage to face my intelligence."

"Moreover, you can also clearly analyze my intentions."

"You, who have passed the Seven Orifices Exquisite Pagoda's trial..."

He stood up, his expression changing from indifference to a hint of emotion.

"In this Azure Dragon City, I officially recruit you as a friend. I don't know if you are willing?"

He bowed.

The young master called him an old monster, and his eyes smiled, but his hands behind his back were not idle.

He was afraid that if he didn't agree soon, he would have to "die" in the Azure Dragon City in a while.

"Young Master."

Tang Rou also stood up, a hint of sincerity appearing on her face.

"Young Master, I admire the Seven Orifices Exquisite Pagoda very much. It is indeed the number one wealthy sect in the world, and I will definitely not refuse to cultivate it in the future."

"It doesn't matter. I still have my own ambitions. I will stand proudly in this great hall and gain my own achievements."

His voice was not loud, but it revealed a hint of youthful confidence.

"There are only warriors in the world, and only warriors' souls. Even if my talent is not so outstanding, I will still struggle hard on the path of a warrior for myself!"

"Young Master, your kindness is beyond my ability to repay."

"But, as the young master of the Three Sects, you can invite me, a mere ant, to join you. This kindness, I, your junior, will remember it forever!"

"If one day, I can't get along outside anymore, the Seven Orifices Exquisite Pagoda will definitely be the home I, this ant, have always dreamed of!"

After the young master finished speaking, the smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by a gentle smile.

He had been young and had been through it all. This was not arrogance.

The young master's talent, physique, and luck were all extraordinary. What he lacked was an unbalanced sense of ambition.

He looked at the jade cup, and the tea leaves.

The young master sat down again, picked up the teacup, and blew on the tea.

"Okay, then I wish my friend a smoother journey on the path of cultivation."

"If one day you are tired, the great hall of the Seven Orifices Exquisite Pagoda will always be open to you."

His words were profound and did not lack meaning.

He had both the deep respect of a superior and enough foundation for future enjoyment.

This was the generosity of the young master of the Three Sects.

Tang Rou's heart trembled slightly.

He had already experienced it.

The young master's gaze was deep, and the city was already unfathomable. Interacting with him, every step had to be cautious.

If he had known that he was a good senior who had hidden his identity as a jade, he would not have died.

"Thank you, Young Master, for your understanding."

Tang Rou stood up and patted the nonexistent dust on his clothes, putting on a hesitant expression.

He slowly stood up, as if making a firm decision.

The young master put down his teacup and watched this scene leisurely.

"Why would I not understand? Besides, I don't believe you, Young Master..."

Tang Rou took a sip of tea, as if he had made a firm decision.

Human feelings were unpredictable, and the future was uncertain.

He had lived through the vicissitudes of life for decades. If he didn't return to the peak, he would also be a legend.

What was most important was that he wanted the Seven Orifices Exquisite Pagoda to like him.

Only by contributing to the sect could he truly be considered a member.

"Young Master, I don't know if I should speak or not."

Tang Rou hesitated and took half a step forward.

"When I was very young, my parents mentioned a special herb, which can..."

"What? Tell me."

The young master originally wanted to say something sarcastic, but upon hearing the word "special herb," his body leaned forward slightly.

"This word, for any warrior, is a life-saving grace."

The spiritual power was not strong, mainly aimed at the stone. Artifacts are one thing, but the original seal of the spiritual seal was also damaged.

The old man's face was pale, and his eyes were full of shock.

Sure enough, the fingers of the old man's hand trembled slightly on the pale face.

"Your spiritual seal is not a nine-turn reincarnation? I heard that if you can find a trace of the Great Emperor, your spiritual seal can be transformed into nine turns... even nine turns!"

"Bah!"

A crisp sound.

The teacup in the old man's hand slipped and fell.

It fell to the ground, shattering into four or five pieces.

The tea leaves in the cup were scattered everywhere, but no one cared.

The whole person seemed to be frozen, stiff on the spot.

What a pity!

The word "pity" was the greatest regret of the Nine-Turn Reincarnation Sect for thousands of years, and also the greatest regret.

The Nine-Turn Reincarnation Sect, named after the Nine-Turn, could only rely on the Nine-Turn Reincarnation.

The cultivation method could not break through the tenth level.

It was a pity, and it was also fate.

Standing in the shadow of the spiritual seal, stepping forward, the terrifying coercion of the spiritual seal instantly exploded, and the old man's fate was sealed.

"Child! Do you know what you're talking about?"

"The Emperor is also a capable person! Where in the world is there an Emperor's trace? If you dare to touch the Young Master, the old man will find you and kill you!"

The air was silent, like a deep abyss.

The old man felt his throat tighten, but he couldn't make a sound.

This time, it was over. That was the end of his heart.

"This senior, the child's name is not important."

The old man's body trembled, and he directly straightened up towards the face of the spiritual seal.

"The child is three years old and becomes an orphan. Before, his parents called him a prodigy. The spiritual seal of the dead is to heal the wounds and resolve the ancient mysteries."

This set of words directly imprinted in the heart of the spiritual seal.

The dead cultivation is the best vigilance.

"When I was very young, my mother told me that there was a kind of immortal grass in this world, which absorbed the essence of heaven and earth, and the dew of the sun and moon."

"What... what kind of grass is it!"

The old man's body stopped its movements and patted his chest, pretending to be weak and pitiful.

At this moment, the sound of the heart beating on the ground could be heard clearly.

The old man's eyes did not dare to look at the mouth of the spiritual seal, the tea stains on his body had already been stained with nine points of color.

"What kind of grass is it!"

"Wait... wait, Great Emperor, I need to go back and think about it."

The old man's eyes flickered, and he stumbled in the room.

The stomach was extremely uncomfortable.

Only then did he realize that the jade pendant on his chest was cherished, and it was truly cherished.

Moreover, the Golden Crow of the Three Realms, in that era, had long been warned by people.

Except for the Three Emperors, the Moon Family, and the descendants of the Four Emperors, who knew what the Golden Crow looked like.