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I Have Refined Qi For 3000 Years!

Book 3: Chapter 2.2: Enemy At The Gate
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Book 3: Chapter 2.2: Enemy At The Gate

“Damn, Huangfu Feng really succeeded in passing the tribulation.”

In the Qingming Sword Sect’s hall, Ju Yunzi stuffed a letter of paper back into the unwrapped envelope and looked up at other elders. His face looked like he had eaten shit.

“This time, the status of the Heavenly Demon Sect in the Evil Alliance will rise again.”

The second elder sighed:

“After more than three thousand years of the Great Cang calendar, the first Great Ascension demonic cultivator has appeared...I haven’t heard of a demonic cultivator’s ascension before, will they also ascend to the Immortal Realm?”

“This isn’t the time to worry about that. With Huangfu Feng’s character, he is now full of vigor, and he must definitely go to righteous sects to show off.”

Ju Yunzi looked around.

“You say, which righteous sect is most likely to be the first one he visited?”

The elders glanced at each other, and the third elder stood up and whispered:

“I’m going to reinforce the mountain formation.”

As soon as he walked out of the door, the Qingming Mountain trembled, and then a burst of heroic laughter spread from the mountain gate.

“Huangfu Feng has come! Where is the old bastard Zhu Feng?”

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“Ok.”

The third elders looked back at his brothers and sisters and walked back.

“It seems that reinforce the mountain formation is unnecessary now.”

“Damn, it’s really ‘speak of the devil’.”

Ju Yunzi whispered in a low voice, and then looked up and said:

“Go and invite the Heavenly Demon Sect’s Great Elder to the main hall!”

............

After a while, a man in a fur robe was invited into the main hall of Qingming Sword Sect respectfully and alertly by a disciple of Qingming Sword Sect.

As soon as he entered the hall, Ju Yunzi greeted the man:

“Yo, I haven’t seen you for a long time, Senior Huangfu. Did you go to the wilderness to pass the tribulation? Why didn’t the thunder fry you to death? It’s really illogical.”

Although Ju Yunzi’s words sounded very controversial, in fact, it’s not unreasonable. The strength of Heaven Tribulation might vary, but doing more good deeds could increase the probability of having a weaker tribulation, so there were so many cultivators who claimed to be righteous usually helped the local public security.

In addition to their belief, the pressure of Heaven Tribulation was also one of the main reasons for the cultivators to do good deeds.

Demonic cultivators were different, they would do whatever they want. Because of the exercises, they have always acted without care, naturally, they did less good things and more evil things, thus they had a greater probability of encountering a fierce tribulation.

Almost 90% of demonic cultivators met the most terrible tribulation. At that time, thunder from heaven, fire from earth, and inner demons from the heart assaulted them at once, as if God was determined to kill them.

Ju Yunzi once heard Bai Qiuran say that when Qingming Taoist was still there, and Bai Qiuran had just entered his never-ending Qi Refining, Qingming Taoist had an archenemy in the Blood God Sect, a Heavenly Tribulating stage just like him.

Qingming Taoist’s way to deal with him was to suppress his own cultivation level. Because of the lack of mental training, in terms of suppressing oneself, demonic cultivators were generally weaker than that of the righteous cultivator of the same level. For them, suppressing themselves was equivalent to suppress the most primitive desire of human beings, which couldn’t be suppressed at all.

Soon after, the Heavenly Tribulation came, the Blood God Sect elder prepared to slaughter a country to absorb blood and resist the Heavenly Tribulation. Qingming Taoist saw this opportunity and went up.

They fought in the capital city of the country for a day before the Blood God Sect elder’s Heavenly Tribulation came. Hundreds of miles were enveloped in the blood-red thunder cloud, and the Blood God Sect elder had to fight against the Heavenly Tribulation and the Qingming Qingming Taoist at the same time. Naturally, his body and soul were completely destroyed.

However, according to Bai Qiuran, even if Qingming Taoist didn’t do anything that day, the Blood God Sect elder would be killed under the thunder, the only difference was people of a whole country would be dragged to hell along with him.

“Oh, I haven’t seen you in a while, but your mouth is still so annoying. No wonder Little Lingyun still hates you so much.”

Huangfu Feng said to Ju Yunzi indifferently:

“With such a stinky mouth, you should be careful or you’ll be killed when you go out.”

“Huh, are you the one who needs to be careful?”

Ju Yunzi also sneered:

“You should look around, this is the main hall of Qingming Sword Sect. Even if you are the elder of a major evil sect, believe it or not, we seven brothers and sisters will join forces in order to kill you?”

“Oh, I’m a little bit interested. How much have you improved over the years?”

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Huangfu Feng eagerly touched the blade’s handle, but after thinking about it, he loosened it again.

“But never mind, I came here to find Zhu Feng. Where is he?”

“You didn’t come at the right time. The Great Elder is still in the closed-door cultivation to prepare for his Heavenly Tribulation.”

Ju Yunzi leaned on Erlang and replied:

“So you should go back and wait another ten or twenty years before you come again. Bye-bye~”

“Haha, so he hasn’t succeeded in passing the tribulation yet, right?”

There was a smile on Huang Fufeng’s face.

“This time, I won, and I’m going to have a drink to celebrate!”

“Yeah, you won.”

Ju Yunzi waved his hand impatiently:

“The Qingming Sword Sect has no drink for a demonic cultivator. Please leave.”

“Well, I’ll talk about drinking later.”

Huang Fufeng did not go out, but asked with a smile:

“Since Zhu Feng is retreating, what about Qingming Sword Patriarch? I heard little girl Su says that he has recently been busy?”

“Oh, I get it.”

Ju Yunzi looked at Huangfu Feng with strange eyes.

“I thought you came to pick a fight, but I didn’t expect to come to ask for being beaten... Well, since you like being beaten so much, I have no reason to not fulfill your wish. Uncle Ancestor is at Seven Stars Peak now. Go find him there.”