Adding Friends Can Make Me Stronger

This word impled a lot.

One was a decline in cultivation, like Auntie’s.

The other was intentionally hiding one’s cultivation!

Auntie’s panel clearly showed the decline in cultivation, because of damaged roots and sealed spiritual eyes.

But the elder guarding the pavilion’s panel was normal.

So it’s mostly the second option!

“This sword technique is extremely profound and requires continuous honing in slaughter, rather than just practicing in seclusion to refine it.” The elder guarding the pavilion said, “The specifics are all recorded in the secret book.”

“Thank you for the reminder, Elder. I will definitely work hard to cultivate it and live up to your expectations.” Meng Changqing clasped his hands together.

He simply wanted to “chat” but unexpectedly gained something unexpected.

Indeed, people needed to be outstanding.

As long as you’re outstanding enough, you’ll receive many unexpected gifts.

“No need to thank me. It’s just a casual thing. If the higher-ups of the sect don’t pay attention to you, I’ll make up for them.” The elder guarding the pavilion stroked his white beard lightly.

Upon hearing this, Meng Changqing smiled.

This elder was quite straightforward.

Then his gaze fell on the table, where there was an empty wine jug lying askew.

“Furthermore, I don’t take disciples, so you don’t need to worry about it.” The elder guarding the pavilion added.

Over the years, he had actually given some guidance to some people, but in the end, they all tried various ways to become his disciples, like sending wine and the like.

But he had refused them all.

“Elder, you’ve misunderstood. Compared to becoming your disciple, I actually prefer to be friends with you.”

At this point, Meng Changqing became a little bolder.

This wasn’t just the usual peer friendship, but one that bridged a huge gap.

Whether in terms of seniority or strength!

But there was no way around it.

The attributes of the elder guarding the pavilion were just too tempting!

He still had an attribute selection card.

As long as the elder guarding the pavilion agreed to be his friend, he could directly obtain the perfected “Sacred Spirit Slaughter Sword Art”!

How much cultivation effort could he save, and he could also save four proficiency cards!

Upon hearing this, the elder guarding the pavilion was stunned.

It seemed he had never expected to hear such words from a disciple’s mouth in his lifetime.

Become friends?

A junior disciple wanted to be friends with him?

What a joke!

Did he know the difference in their seniority?

“Bold of you, kid, to want to discuss things with me as equals!

“You’ve got guts!”

After coming to his senses, the elder guarding the pavilion was so angry that even his white beard trembled, but there was not much anger in his eyes. Instead, a hint of admiration gradually appeared.

As a swordsman, one should have this kind of spirit!

He didn’t even want to look at those who came to apprentice directly.

Meng Changqing just smiled and said nothing.

He was just testing the waters.

He didn’t really expect the elder guarding the pavilion to agree.

“Hahaha.” The elder guarding the pavilion suddenly burst into laughter, his voice echoing at the peak of the mountain.

After a moment, he stopped.

At that moment, the elder guarding the pavilion’s demeanor seemed to undergo a huge change.

He was no longer the usual casual and gentle.

He became majestic.

Every hair, even the white beard, seemed to contain sword aura.

“With your potential, you can indeed discuss things with me as equals in the future.

“But not now.” The elder guarding the pavilion said.

“What would be enough?” At these words, Meng Changqing’s heart rejoiced, unexpectedly there might be a chance.

“Four hundred miles north of the sect, there is a place called Qifeng Mountain, where there is an advanced stronghold of the Yellow Springs Demon Sect.”

“There are more than two hundred martial artists inside, plus a demon cultivator who has just entered the Dao Creation Realm.

“Bring back their heads, and I will be friends with you!”

The elder guarding the pavilion stood with his hands behind his back.

His aura was like a sword, sharp and intimidating.

“Alright.” Meng Changqing didn’t hesitate at all, “Shall I go now?”

“Mm.” The elder guarding the pavilion nodded.

At the same time, he threw out a map.

It contained relevant information.

Meng Changqing caught it and turned around instantly, without any hesitation.

“This kid, isn’t he afraid of a newly-entered Dao Creation Realm demon cultivator?”

Watching Meng Changqing’s figure disappear, the elder guarding the pavilion was stunned.

Although that demon cultivator had only just entered the Dao Creation Realm and had been weakened by him to at least half of his strength, he still used true essence, not something that the Sea Cleaving Realm could compare to.

“It’s interesting.” The elder guarding the pavilion didn’t think that a genius disciple like Meng Changqing would be so bold.

He probably had some confidence in winning.

“If he can really bring back their heads, then this kid’s strength will be a bit too much, far beyond what is shown on the surface.” A smile appeared on the elder guarding the pavilion’s face.

In his old age, it was really a happy thing to meet such a genius disciple.

And finally, his self-created sword technique had found a suitable inheritor.

Thinking about it, the elder guarding the pavilion hummed a tune and turned around.

But the next moment, a voice sounded behind him, causing his pupils to slightly shrink.

“It’s you, Senior Brother.”

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In mid-air, a golden sword light pierced through the clouds and wind.

It was Meng Changqing.

He didn’t expect such a big gain from a casual trip.

Not only did he get the secret book of the “Sacred Spirit Slaughter Sword Art,” but he even had the opportunity to add the elder guarding the pavilion as a friend!

“Is this considered a friendship between different generations?” Meng Changqing’s lips curled up slightly.

It was his first time making friends with such an elder.

But thinking about this now was a bit premature.

He had to complete the elder guarding the pavilion’s task first.

Only then could it be considered a successful friendship.

Regaining his focus, Meng Changqing took out the “Sacred Spirit Slaughter Sword Art” and began to read through it.

The secret book itself was quite ordinary, but perhaps because it had been with the elder guarding the pavilion for so long, it had taken on a bit of aura.

This aura was full of sharpness and the taste of slaughter.

An ordinary person wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Just being near it would make them feel uncomfortable, as if sitting on pins and needles.

But Meng Changqing was a swordsman, so he naturally didn’t feel this way.

After a moment, Meng Changqing closed the secret book, feeling a chill.

Because the cultivation method of this sword technique was truly extraordinary, it was an absolute Sword Dao of killing.

It required countless slaughters to achieve perfection.

The sword technique was actually divided into two parts.

The first part was to extract vitality and turn it into a sacred spirit seal, which could resist fatal injuries at critical moments.

The second part was to extract death qi, also known as the qi of slaughter. When enough was accumulated, it could be condensed into a powerful killing sword qi with the heart technique!

With one sword strike, it was like the end of the world, with mountains of corpses and seas of blood!

And whether it was extracting vitality or death qi, it required killing to achieve.

“So the elder guarding the pavilion’s task is actually to help me cultivate this sword technique.”

Meng Changqing was not a foolish person.

Just thinking about them, some things would make sense.