Chapter 353 Yipin True Skill!?
Sword Pavilion, Reception Hall.
Lu Yang held three long incense sticks, and the faint green smoke surrounded him, and in an instant, his ears seemed to sound like the thunderous sound of thousands of people questioning:
"Have you ever colluded with the demonic path?"
"Do you have ill intentions?"
"Have you awakened to your past life?"
Three sticks of incense, three questions, under the green smoke, Lu Yang's clone had no room to lie at all, and he couldn't help but speak:
"None!"
The voice is justified and magnanimous.
After all, as a clone, he was innocent, he had no ill intentions, let alone awakened to his previous life.
What does it have to do with the doppelganger?
In the next second, the clone woke up, and then realized that everything just now was an illusion, only the three incense sticks were still held firmly in his hand.
However, Lu Yang could sense that these three incense burning sticks were probably not mortal things, and the reason why he could hold them steadily was because he had just passed the test of those three questions, if he didn't pass, I am afraid that these three incense burning sticks would immediately ignite his body and soul, burning him into a handful of flying ashes.
Thinking of this, Lu Yang immediately walked into the reception hall.
Although he deliberately acted very ignorant when facing the Dang Demon Real Man, through the Yun Family Ancestor, he had already figured out the inside and outside of the Sword Pavilion.
"The Guiding Hall is particularly critical!"
This is not only a place to test the heels, but also a place to decide the inheritance, the better the performance here, the stronger the inheritance will be!
"As expected of the Sword Pavilion, it is really on par with the Holy Sect."
In the Holy Sect, advanced exercises must be exchanged for contribution points, in other words, they need to be used as cattle and horses, either counterattack or become talents.
The Sword Pavilion is not much better.
The advantage is that you don't have to be a cattle or horse, and the disadvantage is that you don't have enough heels, and this life is fixed, don't think about counterattacks or anything.
It can only be said that one animal and one sword.
It is not unreasonable that the north and south have their own merits.
After walking into the Hall of Reception, Lu Yang unexpectedly found that there were actually several boys and girls inside, who looked as young as the clones, but they were a little illusory.
"There is more than one reception hall."
Lu Yang realized in his heart that these boys and girls should be being tested in other reception halls at the moment, but the images were synchronized to other reception halls.
Sure enough, several boys and girls also noticed him at this moment.
However, they merely glanced at Lu Yang before averting their gazes with indifference. They continued to hold their burning incense and grit their teeth as they headed towards the Reception Hall.
"I'll definitely get in!"
Among them was an ordinary-looking young man, his expression resolute and his gaze blazing as he muttered, "If you can get a hundred steps closer to the shrine, you're an outer disciple; if you can get thirty steps closer, you're an inner disciple; if you can get ten steps closer, you're a true disciple; if you can burn incense to the ancestor, you're a natural swordsman!"
With that, he began to walk.
"Bang!"
There was clearly nothing unusual, but the young man suddenly began to tremble. Each step was incredibly difficult, and he finally stopped at eighty steps.
"Not eighty steps!?"
The young man gritted his teeth. Eighty steps would only qualify him as an outer disciple, practicing a technique below the seventh rank. How could he accept the thought of being stuck in Qi cultivation for the rest of his life?
"Let's fight!"
The next second, the young man steeled his resolve and took another step forward. But with that, countless cracks suddenly appeared all over his body.
In the blink of an eye, he was reduced to a bloody mess.
"Plop!"
The young man collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
This bloody scene terrified the other young men. From then on, they dared not act rashly in the Jieying Hall, and would decisively give up if they couldn't go on.
From that moment on, their lives were determined.
"Cultivating immortality in the Sword Pavilion isn't easy," Lu Yang sighed.
Luckily, he had a cheat.
"[Luck-drawing Lot], draw it for me!"
The luck accumulated by the clone over the previous eight years of suffering erupted in this moment, transforming into a golden lot.
[Event: Entering the Reception Hall and Burning Incense for the Patriarch]
[Xiaoji: Your footwork is not bad. You are nine steps away from the shrine, making you a true disciple.]
[Moji: Although your footwork is not bad, you are only a fragmented soul after all, with a shallow foundation. You must possess a relentless heart of Taoism to get within three steps of the shrine.]
[Daji: Your aura is overflowing, and coupled with your profound footwork, you can easily navigate the mere Reception Hall and burn incense at the shrine without any hindrance.]
"It must be [Daji]!"
The next second, Lu Yang felt a mysterious surge of the power of heaven and earth surge through him. He then took steady steps, walking steadily towards the shrine.
One hundred steps, thirty steps, ten steps. Three steps!
"Boom!"
At that moment, the numerous Reception Halls inside and outside the Sword Pavilion lit up simultaneously, instantly startling the Demon-Subduing Immortal outside, who looked in amazement.
In his view, Lu Yang had been a Foundation Establishment Master in his previous life, and even a mid-stage Perfected Master who had slain the Lord of Bu Tian Peak. Being within ten steps of the shrine, becoming a True Disciple was a given. But being within three steps was truly remarkable, demonstrating a profound understanding of the Dao of the Sword Pavilion!
"Could it be another Sword Master?"
Dangmo Master's brows lifted slightly, a look of delight on his face. Eight years had passed since the World's True Lord retreated from the world, and the resulting chaos was gradually dissipating.
"Two Foundation Establishment Masters have emerged from the Jiangbei Demon Sect, maintaining order."
"The Jiangxi Pure Land remains as peaceful as ever. Rumors suggest a Buddha's descendant has arrived."
"The greatest impact has actually been felt by the Jiangdong Dao Court. The Emperor, Grand Master, Grand Preceptor, and Grand Guardian have all retreated from the world. The Crown Prince, acting as Regent, has only just managed to maintain stability."
It is foreseeable that a period of great strife is approaching!
"I will definitely strive for this in the future. If I can train a younger generation to take over the Sword Pavilion before then, that would be a blessing."
Master Dangmo's thoughts raced.
Even in the Jieying Hall, Lu Yang had already walked to the shrine and placed the three burning incense sticks firmly into the shrine.
The next second, a burst of green smoke erupted!
Lu Yang's vision went dark. As he inhaled the smoke, countless words suddenly appeared in his mind, ultimately converging into a single technique:
"The Sword Lord Discusses the Mysteries of Holding Gold"!
"This is..."
After thoroughly digesting the information in his mind, Lu Yang's true form at Cangjian Villa suddenly widened its eyes. "This thing is a first-grade true technique!?"
Before he could react, something strange happened.
"Oh my god!"
Lü Yang's eyes blazed with rage as he gazed at his clone through the "Marionette." He saw that the luck he had accumulated over eight years, through fortune-telling and observing the precepts, had now been completely snatched away by the green smoke from the shrine. It circulated within the shrine before slowly being returned to him.
However, the luck that was returned wasn't his.
It was the "Jiang Ge Luck"!
"In other words, from today, I only have the right to use the luck I've painstakingly accumulated? Ownership belongs to the Jiange, and it can be taken back at any time?"
"What the hell is this any different from selling myself?"
Even more outrageous...
"This luck doesn't smell right! This isn't my luck!"
This is someone else's luck! It's just that it's included within the "Jiang Ge Luck"!
In a trance, Lu Yang seemed to see countless causes and effects within that luck. Countless negative karma and debts were now being inflicted upon him along with the luck!
What about his innocence?
Could it have been given to some Sword Pavilion Master?
Thinking of this, Lu Yang's hands trembled with anger.
No wonder the Sword Pavilion favors disciples with deep connections. They're perfect scapegoats, who wouldn't like that?
"Sword Master!!!"
(End of this chapter)