Chapter 4: The Master of the Sect "Lian Jun"
Unconsciously, the three of them had arrived in front of an ancient and solemn building.
Ling Qingyan looked at the magnificent building in front of him, and his eyes lit up. The building in front of him was very different from the group of buildings he had seen before, but it was similar to the ancient palaces in the Eastern country where Ling Qingyan lived in his previous life.
Only on the roof above, two strange creatures are carved, head to tail, tail to head, intertwined together. The ancient tiles with some historical marks seem to be telling their vicissitudes and desolation to the visitors.
Her gaze fell slightly, and Ling Qingyan's eyes suddenly froze. Above the main gate, a square and heavy plaque was carved with three words -
Jian Xiao Ge!
Ling Qingyan was stunned, not because the calligraphy of these three words was extraordinary, but because when he had just seen these three words, his consciousness in the sea of consciousness wavered and became somewhat uncontrollable.
Ling Qing was stunned, the three words "Jian Xiao Ge" on this strange signboard seemed to contain a mysterious power, and as his gaze converged on it, it directly and forcefully rushed into his sea of consciousness.
"Lin Xiaozi!"
"Brother Qingyan!"
Two soft drinks with a hint of concern suddenly sounded from beside Ling Qingyan. It wasn't until then that Ling Qingyan came back to his senses, but at the same time, he was filled with doubt.
As he kept pace with Fan Yiran's footsteps, Ling Qingyan somewhat unbelievably released his own consciousness, extending it directly towards the increasingly closer signboard...
"How could this be?!"
Ling Qingyan felt as if he had sunk into the depths of the ocean the moment his consciousness came into contact with the signboard, and the signboard didn't react in the slightest. He couldn't help but feel incredulous, and for a moment, he thought he must have misfelt it earlier. "Perhaps I just had an illusion earlier... how could this 'character' possibly contain power?"
………
The sky was a deep crimson, and the air seemed to hold many strange and fiery elements, swirling around the numerous swords of various shapes that pierced the earth.
In a world like a sword, this world filled with fiery redness, there is only scorching breath and those unsheathed long swords on the ground.
Many long swords seem to be arranged in a regular pattern, converging towards the central area, and it can be clearly felt that the more inward the sword is, the more it gives people a sense of sharpness and keenness.
In this fiery red space filled with scorching air, in an inconspicuous corner, a slightly thin figure sat cross-legged.
Jet-black long hair scattered over his shoulders, and a faint glimpse of the man's chin with a goatee could be seen. The man sat there in this manner, blending perfectly into the space around him, as if he had been sitting like that for an unknown length of time.
In front of him was a fiery red sword-shaped object, as if an ironworker could recognize it at a glance, this is a sword embryo, the main material for casting swords.
"This little guy is interesting..."
When Ling Qing's consciousness extended to the signboard with the words "Jian Xiao Ge", the thin man sitting on the ground suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes, and a scorching red light burst out from them, falling directly onto the sword embryo in front of him...
The sword's outer appearance flashed with a faint glow, then gradually disappeared, as if nothing had changed.
As if having gone through endless hardships, the slightly hoarse voice made the air in this space suddenly stagnate, especially the many long swords inserted in the middle of the empty ground were shaking, as if they had been stimulated by something.
From start to finish, the thin man's facial expression did not change in the slightest, and his eyes, deep as a cold pool, were also waveless. He glanced casually at the sword embryo in front of him, and then closed his eyes again...
The atmosphere returned to normal, as if nothing had happened before.
………
"Go and invite the Sect Master, tell him that the Sword Elder requests an audience!"
With Ling Qingyan and others, Fan Yiran stood in front of the gate of this grand hall, saying to a disciple beside the door.
"Yes!"
The inner disciple of the gatekeeper left without changing his expression.
At this time, Ling Qingyan and the other two also slowly entered the grand hall.
Three people stood like this, although there were several chairs on both sides, but none of them had sat down. Ling Qingyan looked at the design in the hall and nodded secretly, this "Jian Xiao Ge" should be similar to his own Ling family's "Conference Hall".
Ling Qingyan found that since entering this place, the atmosphere had undergone a subtle change, which was purely a feeling, and Ling Qingyan couldn't explain it at all.
"Hey younger brother, my master is actually very gentle, don't be nervous later."
Looking at Ling Qingyan's left and right glances, Liu Yanran still thought that he was nervous because he was about to see his master soon, and couldn't help but softly comfort him.
Ling Qingyan was taken aback for a moment, unsure of how to respond, and then couldn't help but smile wryly in his heart. As someone who had experienced two lifetimes, how could he be so shocked by this scene? Ling Qingyan was confident that even if the legendary top-level warrior stood before him, as long as they didn't intentionally release their pressure on him, he wouldn't feel the slightest bit of tension.
Yuan Ran saw Ling Qingyan's expression and thought he was agreeing, so she slightly furrowed her eyebrows and changed the subject: "Qingyan younger brother, in two days you'll be entering the sect... should I continue calling you Qingyan younger brother or call you Shidi from now on?"
"Hmm," Ling Qingyan, who had yet to regain his composure, heard Liu Yanran's words and was even more at a loss for how to respond.
"Yan Ran has come back?"
Fortunately, it was only for an instant. A slightly hoarse voice came from inside, successfully resolving Ling Qingyan's embarrassment and shifting the attention of the three people present.
As soon as the voice fell, an old man with a green long gown and gray white hair tied with a hairpin walked out slowly from behind the screen.
The old man's cheekbones were resolute, like a knife cut, and the vicissitudes of time seemed to have left no trace on him. A pair of thick white eyebrows also showed the old man's extraordinary bearing.
"Master!"
At the moment the figure appeared, Ling Qingyan only felt a gust of fragrant wind blowing by, and then a slender figure rushed towards the old man, who was none other than Liu Yanran.
"Haha! Yanran has only been out for a few days and already misses her master? Alright, you little girl, how old are you now, still acting like a dead child."
The old man gently patted the back of Liu Yanran, his voice full of kindness. If the masters of other sects saw the old man in this state, they would surely be shocked. Is this still the master of the Tianjian Sect, Lian Jun, who is known for being ruthless and merciless, with no one surviving under his sword?
"Overlord."
Looking at the old man, the sword-bearing elder Fan Yi Ran also slightly bowed his head. Although the master of the Tianjian Sect was his junior brother, when there were others present, he always addressed him as "Sect Master".
Ling Qingyan stepped forward slowly after exchanging greetings with the Sword Elder and the Sect Master of the Tianjian Sect, bowing his head in respect. "Junior Ling Qingyan greets the Sect Master of the Tianjian Sect."
Looking at the young man standing not far away with a calm and composed demeanor, Lian Jun couldn't help but nod his head in secret, and his eyes secretly praised his junior brother again. "I didn't expect that the distant Moyun City would also produce such a talented young man like you."
As for the sect master of Tiān Jiàn Zōng knowing his true identity, Líng Qīng Yǎn wasn't surprised in the least. If he didn't know his own identity, that would be strange.
