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Zhou Yang had just met Feng Zun, so he should not have realized at all that how frightening this figure of Feng Zun was before their eyes!
Feng Zun picked up the wine gourd and took a sip before he said, "It's not a bad thing to recognize the gap within us. However, if one's sword heart was covered in dust, then it would be too difficult to clean and re-purify it, to recreate the sharp aura of the past..."
What is the Heart of the Sword?
Is that arrogance?
Brave and haughty, unafraid of life and death, unafraid of success or failure, unyielding even in the face of defeat!
For a moment, he could hold on and give up.
However if he continued to persist and give up, his sword heart would turn to dust over time. All his pride would be wiped clean.
The moment that happened, he would be doomed to disappear and sink from the competition of the cultivation world.
The current Zhou Yang might not really lose his heart of steel sword and unyielding character.
But now, such a mark had already appeared!
This was evident from his gloomy and always cautious attitude.
"The heart of the sword will be covered with dust?"
Zhou Yang shook his head, and a wisp of confidence appeared between his eyebrows as he said, "Daoist Fellow Feng, to be honest, I am already an inner court disciple of the Hidden Sky Sect now. Perhaps my achievements now are far from being comparable to those top figures, but my cultivation has already far surpassed most of my age peers in the mortal world of the Long Empire though!”
Not far from there, Lao Yunchi could not help but smile, and he could not help but say. “ Junior brother Zhou, you are right. Entering the Hidden Lamgit Sect was no different from a fish that managed to leap over the dragon gate. Even if you are only an outer court disciple, how can you compare to ordinary cultivators in the world?
This seemed to compliment Zhou Yang, yet it actually used this to show how extraordinary their status and identity were.
Lao Yunchi turned to look at Feng Zun.
As far as he was concerned, since he had already made it clear, Feng Zun should have already known their true identity, already, and in a moment he would definitely not be able to sit quietly and would immediately take the initiative to greet them humbly.
However, to Lao Yunchi's surprise, Feng Zun was still sitting there quietly and even he didn't seem to bother to just glance at him. He still maintained a lazy attitude of closing his eyes and santuy.
It was like throwing his pride, and it caused Lao Yunchi to feel extremely depressed while a wisp of gloom appeared between his eyebrows.
This kid is really unwise!
The male and female disciples were also stunned. They had previously thought that once Feng Zun learned of their identity, the person from this remote country would definitely take the initiative to greet them with a bow.
How is this possible?
When thinking that the other party is still not reacting ...
Was this the reaction that an ordinary lowly cultivator should have had?
The other male and female disciples also felt depressed, and they were very confused. Why is there such a stupid person in this world?
They did not know that the current Yin Ying and Zhuan Long could hardly help but laugh as they looked at Lao Yunchi's expression.
Zhou Yang was just a new disciple, how could he be considered a fish jumping over the dragon gate?
These people of the Hidden Sky Sect really knew how to flatter themselves!
What would they think if they knew that the core disciples of the Divine Sword Palace, like Huo Sheng, and the others were still as useless as the chickens and dogs in front of their Young Master?
If they knew that the Black Dragon Snake under the Dragon Bone Cliff was willing to kill even the Intermediate Immortal Realm cultivator of the Azure Sect, Ming Miaohong, for the sake of obtaining Feng Zun's acknowledgement. After knowing that what would they think?
Perhaps because they had been by Feng Zun's side for too long, Yin Ying and Zhuan Long became lazy when faced with such a situation and did not bother to argue…
Feng Zun did not care about that either.
He could see that compared to before, Zhou Long in his eyes had lost the heart of the steel sword and the unyielding character that true sword cultivators should have.
However, Zhou Yang himself was very satisfied for having become an inner disciple of the Hidden Sky Sect, and he seemed to be very proud of it as well.
Feng Zun could not help feeling hopeless.
People can change.
After Zhou Yang realized the gap within him, he had chosen the path he had asked for himself, and no one could interfere.
Feng Zun never wanted to be a good advisor.
"Daoist Fellow Feng, don't you have any sect to cultivate?"
Zhuan Long asked.
Zhuan Long shook his head and took a sip of wine.
Zhuan Long hesitated for a moment before suggesting, "In three more months, it will be time for our Hidden Sky Sect to recruit disciples. The talents and techniques of Fellow Daoists far surpass mine. If you participate in the selection and enter the Hidden Sky Sword to cultivate, it shouldn't be difficult."
Back then, he knew the information of Feng Zun's abilities from Zhou Lingyun, and he admired Feng Zun's achievements in the path of the sword.
Seeing that Feng Zun was a cultivator without a sect, he felt a little unfair to Feng Zun.
Hearing Zhou Yang's words made Feng Zun stunned. He knew that right now Zhou Yang was thinking about himself from the bottom of his heart, and he could not help but laugh and shake his head.
He desperately wished that someone could guide him in his cultivation, but the fact was.... Other than Long Shangdi was there anyone worthy of being his teacher in this world?
Before Feng Zun could speak, a cold snort sounded up close. "Junior Zhou, you're wrong. How can a lowly person like him enter our Hidden Sky Sect?"
The one who spoke was a silver-robed young man with a disdainful expression.
Previously, Feng Zun haughtily sat on the rattan chair and ignored everything, making them extremely unhappy.
Seeing Zhou Yang suggest that Feng Zun to participate in the selection of the Hidden Sky Sect, the silver-robed young man inevitably mocked him.
Zhou Yang's body stiffened, feeling a little embarrassed from being reprimanded.
He opened his mouth to explain, but Feng Zun had already stood up from the rattan chair and waved his hand. “No need to say anything more. I have absolutely no interest in entering the Hidden Sky Sect to cultivate. ”
Of all these talks Feng Zun had absolutely no clue about the figure of Yunmeng who was behind the Hidden Sky Sect.
However he did not want to be rash, he was sure that once he reached the Nine Furnace City, sooner or later the information he needed would be immediately obtained.
"Alright, let's split up here."
Feng Zun kept his rotational chair, he lost interest and no longer wanted to chat.
"Shameless bully!"
Suddenly, the silver-robed young man began to laugh with ridicule, and he said, “A small independent cultivator with such a big tone actually dared to look down on my Hidden Sky Sect. Don't you think your words are laughable?”