Chapter 2164 Disciples of Disciples

Heavy rain fell.

Wang Chan looked at Huo Yunjie, then at the middle-aged man in black who had been beheaded. Finally, his eyes fell on the red coffin, and his heart was completely dead.

"If Ling'er is not here, what's the point of my life? What's the use of becoming a disciple? Ling'er can't be resurrected. My heart has died long ago."

Wang Chan looked at the magic sword beside her.

Clang!

He grabbed the hilt of the sword and placed the magic sword across his neck, intending to destroy his soul.

But, the next moment, he was frozen.

No matter how much I move, I can't move.

"People cannot be resurrected after death. That is a saying in the mortal world. It does not exist here."

Huo Yunjie murmured.

He has obtained Ye Feng's true biography and mastered many top secret techniques. It is not difficult at all to resurrect a hundred-level immortal emperor. At most, there will be some twists and turns.

"Resurrection, Wang Chan's lover!"

Huo Yunjie made a hand seal, and then smashed Zhao Ling'er's coffin with one palm, revealing her true body.

That is a stunningly beautiful woman.

Even though she has fallen, she is still beautiful.

"The soul is back!"

Huo Yunjie began to cast spells, pouring the surging life source into Zhao Ling'er, awakening her sleeping body, recasting the core of the soul's origin, and absorbing the breath from all directions.

Soon, Zhao Linger recovered.

Boom!

The thunder in the sky became louder.

This is a catastrophe.

When resurrecting living beings, especially powerful practitioners like Zhao Ling'er, they will suffer disaster.

However, Huo Yunjie didn't panic at all.

He continued to cast the spell, and countless life sources poured into Zhao Ling'er's body, making his soul complete, his body full of energy, his laws revived, and he was completely alive.

"Brother Wang Chan!"

Zhao Ling'er had just woken up, and her memory was still stuck on the day she committed suicide. She quickly got up, barefooted, and found Wang Chan holding the magic sword, making a gesture of committing suicide. She quickly shouted and hugged him tightly.

"Alive...Ling'er is alive?!"

Wang Chan discarded the magic sword, held Zhao Ling'er's snow-white and delicate face, and stared straight into his eyes.

"I said it can be resurrected."

Huo Yunjie looked up at the sky.

Because he resurrected Zhao Ling'er, a cultivator in the Hundred-level Immortal Emperor Realm, he suffered backlash. He had to survive the thunder disaster in front of him, so he jumped into the air, grabbed his own divine sword, and slashed it in the air.

Tear it apart!

One sword seemed to split the sky.

The scene of heavy rain, lightning and thunder disappeared in an instant, and the sky was blue and cloudless, leaving only a shallow sword mark in the center.

Everyone was crazy when they saw this scene.

This method is too powerful!

At this time, Wang Chan had already passed on everything that had happened before to Zhao Ling'er. Even if she had just woken up, she knew the whole process of what happened today.

"Are you...a god?" Wang Chan and Zhao Ling'er both stared in disbelief.

They live in the place where all things originate.

This is a powerful place.

However, it does not mean that everyone has seen those legendary strong men. For example, not everyone can see the Dao Lord Overlord. Many practitioners will be able to look up to the face of the deity throughout their entire lives.

As for the Dao Lord overlord, it is hard to see.

In the eyes of Wang Chan and Zhao Ling'er, the person who can resurrect the Hundred Level Immortal Emperor at will and kill the Punishing Divine Thunder is at least the legendary Dao Lord Realm overlord.

"immortal?"

Huo Yunjie and the two ladies looked at each other and saw the look of helplessness in each other's eyes.

"What are gods? In my opinion, only those who are omniscient, omnipotent and invincible, such as those great peak beings, are worthy of being called gods. As for us, we can only be regarded as more powerful practitioners."

Huo Yunjie said.

He looked at Wang Chan.

"You know how to use your swordsmanship to protect the ones you love. Your philosophy is the same as mine. So, are you willing to become my teacher?" Huo Yunjie extended the invitation again.

It is hard to find a famous teacher, and it is also hard to find a good disciple.

In Huo Yunjie's opinion, it is too difficult to find a disciple like Wang Chan.

Once you encounter it, you can’t miss it.

"Can I become my master?" Wang Chan hugged Zhao Ling'er tightly in her arms and was overjoyed.

"Of course." Huo Yunjie nodded.

Wang Chan pointed to Zhao Ling'er in her arms and asked Huo Yunjie, "Senior, can she become your disciple?"

"No." Huo Yunjie shook his head.

Wang Chan and Zhao Linger were immediately disappointed.

But Huo Yunjie pointed at Ding Baixue and Lin Yuyan beside him and said, "However, my two wives should be able to be your Taoist masters."

"Really?" Wang Chan was surprised.

Zhao Ling'er was also happy, but when she thought of the word "Taoist companion" in Huo Yunjie's mouth, her cheeks turned red and she lowered her head in shyness.

She hasn't passed the door yet!

But no matter what, she was resurrected by Huo Yunjie, reunited with Wang Chan, and stayed together for the rest of her life. She felt as sweet as having eaten honey.

"Of course it's true. We went out this time just to recruit disciples. Unfortunately, my requirements for recruiting disciples are quite special. I tested millions of people, but no one met the conditions...until I met you."

Huo Yunjie looked deeply at Wang Chan.

Ding Baixue and Lin Yuyan looked at the blushing Zhao Ling'er and said with a smile: "Hey, this little girl is quite beautiful, mainly because she is shy. We like it. It just so happens that we also need to recruit disciples, so you can worship under our couple's door together. How is it?"

"Disciple Zhao Ling'er, pay homage to the two masters!"

Zhao Ling'er immediately knelt down.

"Disciple Wang Chan, pay homage to Master."

Wang Chan also knelt down and saluted.

"Okay, very good, hahaha, I, Huo Yunjie, have been practicing hard for decades, and now I finally have a disciple."

Huo Yunjie looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Decades?!!"

The people around were all dumbfounded.

That is the strength of the Dao Lord Overlord level, but this person has only been practicing for decades?

is it possible?

They expressed disbelief.

In the Zhao family's mansion.

A second-level Heavenly Lord was sitting on a chair, shivering and not even daring to fart.

This person is the ancestor of the Zhao family.

He had seen the entire process today.

The middle-aged man in black was the housekeeper of the Zhao family under his command. When he called him out to send Wang Chan away, he unexpectedly was killed by the mysterious swordsman in white.

Who is the other party?

"Creak" sound.

The ancestor of the Zhao family with long blond hair stumbled open the door of the mansion, and led the direct descendants of the Zhao family to kneel on the rain-filled street.

"Sinner, please forgive me!"

The ancestor of the Zhao family shouted loudly.

Zhao Ling'er looked at the ancestor of the Zhao family, her almond-shaped eyes were filled with anger, and Wang Chan had a murderous look on her face.

It was this person who forced Zhao Ling'er to death.

"Who are you?" Huo Yunjie asked.

"The sinner is the ancestor of the Zhao family. Please forgive our Zhao family for their sins. If you want to punish us, please don't anger the clan members and leave some incense for my Zhao family."

The Zhao family ancestor’s forehead was close to the ground.

The swordsman in white is too strong.

He wanted to escape, but he was not qualified to escape.

And if you want to keep the Zhao family, you can only carry it all by yourself, otherwise, everything will be lost.

"You guys can handle your matter!" Huo Yunjie waved his hand, "Disciple, you and your Taoist companions can decide for themselves."

"Yes." Wang Chan nodded.

He looked at the ancestor of the Zhao family bitterly, then looked at a place in the distance, and said: "The reason why Ling'er was forced to death by you is because your ancestor of the Zhao family wanted her to marry the Long family in the next city, in order to gain The Dragon Family’s ancient jade allowed the ancestor of the Zhao family to break through to the third level of Tianzun.”

"I was blinded by my strength. If you want to kill me, feel free to do it. I will bear the responsibility alone."

The ancestor of the Zhao family sighed.

In the world of spiritual practice, the weak eat the strong.

If Wang Chan and Zhao Ling'er had no backing, they would inevitably become victims of this transaction.

The ancestor of the Zhao family can also obtain the ancient divine dragon jade, be promoted to the third level of heaven, and lead the entire Zhao family to a more glorious and prosperous future.

such a pity……

He went the wrong way.

Everything is irreversible.

"Ling'er, I decided to come back for revenge after I succeed in my cultivation. What do you think?" Wang Chan looked at Zhao Ling'er with a serious look on her face.

"I think so too. Although we can use Master's power to destroy the two big families of Zhao and Long in an instant, it won't be easy after all. When practicing, one must have a clear conscience. I think we should wait until we have the ability to practice. If it’s done, it’s better to come back to collect the debt.”

Zhao Linger had the same idea.

"Okay, okay, you are worthy of being our disciple. It is enough for you to have this heart."

Huo Yunjie patted his hands and praised.

"In that case, let's go!"

Huo Yunjie waved his sleeves and led everyone into the air, flying towards the distance.

"May I ask what you call me, senior?"

The ancestor of the Zhao family couldn't help but ask loudly, hoping to find a senior who knew Huo Yunjie to mediate.

"Haizhou, Yuanchihai, Linggui Island, Huo Yunjie, the second disciple of the first generation of Piaomiao Holy Sect!"

The clear voice spread throughout this world.

"hiss!"

When everyone heard this, they all took a deep breath.

The first generation disciple of Piaomiao Holy Sect!

"Huo Yunjie, he turns out to be Huo Yunjie! No wonder he is so powerful. He can actually exert a power comparable to that of the Dao Lord Overlord. The Zhao family is doomed."

The other family heads in the ancient city were shocked.

The ancestor of the Zhao family suddenly raised his head.

A touch of despair arose spontaneously.

That's the Piaomiao Holy Sect!

A few years ago, the headmaster Ye Feng fought against a strange swordsman in Youzhou, and was known as the Maple Leaf Sword Master. Afterwards, he even swept through Taoist Annihilation in his tomb, successfully subdued him, and obtained a terrifying subordinate who was at the peak of the middle stage of Taoism and had his own wood-type Taoist killing array.

Even Guanghui Daojun has attained enlightenment.

Such a sect is equivalent to a top overlord with a later level of Dao Zun. How can he fight?

"The Zhao family is really finished."

"Fellow Daoist Huo Yunjie, I am willing to commit suicide. I just ask not to anger the innocent members of the Zhao family!"

The ancestor of the Zhao family shouted in despair.

The next moment, he soared into the sky.

Boom!

The ancestor of the Zhao family exploded himself on the spot, turning into a brilliant firework that lit up most of the sky.

"He actually blew himself up."

Huo Yunjie and others turned around and looked at the gorgeous fireworks in the sky, feeling very surprised.

"He is a man of character."

"Let's go and practice well."

Huo Yunjie turned around and continued to move forward.

Wang Chan and Zhao Ling'er looked at Huo Yunjie and the others with wide eyes, and realized that they were actually disciples of the famous Piaomiao Holy Sect.

This identity is too scary.

After all, the headmaster Ye Feng is the person protected by Dao Zun Wuyuan and many other Dao Zun. He is strong in himself and is a thug at the peak of Dao Zun in the middle stage.

This lineup makes countless people despair.

Shenzhou, Wuyuan City.

"Ah, what a coincidence."

Jia Yulan, Yan Ruyu, Ji Ziling, Xia He, Qiu Ju and others are looking for disciples here. Then, they saw Wang Pingan and Li Qiankun in the teahouse.

The two parties then gathered together to drink tea.

"I heard that there will be a Prodigy Association in a while. How about we go over and select disciples?"

"OK!"

This is Wuyuan City, a super city where Daoist Wuyuan is located. There are many Daoists in it, and there are a large number of Daoist overlords who have cultivated many geniuses.

It is much easier to recruit disciples here than outside.

"Let's go to the Tianjiao Association."

They set off together towards their destination.

It was a huge teahouse.

Most of the geniuses in Wuyuan City like to drink tea and talk here, exchanging their cultivation experiences.

The initiator of the tea party was a deity.

This person is a super genius, his combat power is dozens of times that of ordinary invincible supreme beings. Although he is only a first-level Heavenly Lord, he has a record of killing a second-level Heavenly Lord.

This person is the son of a Taoist Master.

His name is Li Mosheng.

"Fellow Taoists, welcome to Mr. Li's tea party. Thank you for your support. Mr. Li is very grateful. Next, how about we have a discussion?"

Li Mosheng looked around.

There were many prodigies sitting around, the worst of them all were Quasi-Celestials, and there were several Heavenly Masters. Although the standard of this tea party was not as good as the one held by Feihong, the Young Master of Feitian City, it was still acceptable.

Many young geniuses from Wuyuan City came.

"Discussion?"

"Okay, I just want to see how good the other geniuses are. If they want to compete, I'll go first."

"Fellow Taoists, I have recently practiced an extremely secret technique that can temporarily increase my combat power by twenty times. Do you want to compete with me?"

"Twenty times? That's awesome."

"The side effects must be considerable."

The geniuses present were chirping, each of them was no more than sixteen years old, but at least they were quasi-celestial beings and could be called young talents.

"We have big news!"

At this time, a deity walked into the tea party.

"Brother Liu, why are you so flustered?" Li Mosheng, who was hosting the tea party, looked at the visitor in surprise.

"The first generation disciples of the Piaomiao Holy Sect came to Wuyuan City and sent out a message to accept disciples." The Tianzun named Liu quickly explained, sparking heated discussion.

"Wow!"

"real or fake?"

"I've heard that the first generation disciples of the Piaomiao Holy Sect were all ruthless characters. They started with more than ten or twenty times the combat power of the ordinary Invincible Supreme. The highest ones are said to have reached the limit of ninety-nine times the limit of the will of heaven and earth."

"But why should they accept disciples? I would be happy if the head of Ye Fengye accepts disciples."

Some geniuses are very dissatisfied.

In their opinion, although the first-generation disciples of Piaomiao Holy Sect were powerful, they were not qualified to be their masters. If Ye Feng came in person, he would be.

"Fellow Taoists, it seems that you think highly of us!"

came a soft voice.

Everyone looked at the sound.

Outside the door of the tea party, someone came.

The leader is Jia Yulan.

Beside her were Ji Ziling, Yan Ruyu, Wang Pingan, Li Qiankun, Xia He, Qiu Ju and others.

Each one of them is a mid- to high-level Heavenly Lord.

"I heard that you think we are not worthy of being your master?" Jia Yulan smiled, looked around, and her eyes fell on those talented people.

For a moment, the whole place was silent.

[PS: This chapter has 4000+ words, good morning! 】