Chapter 23: The meeting is very quiet

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Finally, the night arrives and the group of Zemin Yan finishes the dinner, soon they were doing their daily activities of training. Nobody asked why Shou Zuo's lips are swollen, not even because Wei Jie had marks on his neck.

Of course, the children were quite astonished at their appearance, but they assumed they had a physical fight, literally, which was not a rare occurrence between the two, since they always came back with some swelling or marks on their bodies. As the two of them did not say anything, the children also avoided commenting or staring at the marked skin of both boys, after all, it would be rude of them if they approached this subject, besides being able to revive the motives of the "fight" they had in the room.

Yes, children ... Stay innocent!

"Um ... but I still feel the smell that the mother and father have when they go dating in the mountains ..." Sying thought while looking Wei Jie, who did not have the guts to look into the children's innocent eyes, and to Shou Zuo, who seemed very pleased with what he had done there in the bedroom.

Zemin Yan and Yi Yuga went to train with the training dummies, each day they improved tremendously in the cultivation of swords, especially Yi Yuga, who with his heavy sword he looked as good as if he were carrying a lighter sword.

Young Yan was having some problems in his cultivation, probably because of his sealed lineage, he was angry because he felt he had only to cross a thin barrier to getting to the Kingdom of the Foundation.

Unfortunately, crossing the realms was not just a question of effort and talent, it has more to do with the question of cultivation techniques and even with the very luck of having an insight.

Although the constitution of Zemin Yan improved greatly because of the contract between him and Sying, with the addition of the sacred element in his body, the effect was only enough so that he could compare to the normal geniuses of the Great Sects.

The geniuses of this world can be divided into three types, the first being the normal geniuses, the second the extraordinary geniuses, and the third the star geniuses. The first type is the cultivators who will be sure to reach the kingdom of the Rising Soul but will hardly reach the divine kingdom. The second type are the cultivators who are sure to reach the Immortal realm and who have a 50% chance of attaining the Divine Kingdom.

The third type of genius cultivator are people who are sure to reach the divine kingdom and who have a small 30 percent chance of reaching the Emperor's Kingdom. This kind of genius has not existed since the founders of the sects died hundreds of years ago.

Of course, there are several reasons that the third type of genius grower did not reach the Emperor's Kingdom, some died on the way, some suffered severe injuries, some were contaminated by demons, some suffered disasters in cultivation, among many other things.

In this generation there are only a handful of young stellar cultivators in the sects, four of these stellar cultivators are in the Celestial Sword Seed, who treats them as precious treasures, including the war god of Zemin Yan.

Zemin Yan could only silently regret his special constitution and continue training hard to overcome his difficulties in cultivating. Then he kept swinging his sword in a mysterious rhythm, which seemed as slow as a leaf that is carried by the gentle breeze, but it was a deceptive speed, while seeing a single movement, in fact, were ten or more swords movements!

Chu Yue continued her cultivation of analyzing and absorbing the element of darkness, but she also observed moonlight that was shrouded by dark clouds because there was still light even with clouds, but it was so weak and smooth that it would go unnoticed if all they were not on this monster plane.

The young lady began to realize that the concept of darkness was only possible because there was light, but the light was only appreciated because there was the dreaded darkness.

Surprisingly, Chu Yue arrived at this insight and quickly realized that she needed to isolate herself to consolidate this insight into cultivation power, so she says goodbye to her friends and goes to her room to train.

Of all these young people, Chu Yue is the one who has the lowest level of cultivation, but is also the one who learns fastest, she could rank among the extraordinary geniuses of the Celestial Sword sect, but she comes from a humble background, have to start from a lower layer and go through various tests to get a good position within the sect and get more resources, after all, the cultivation consumes a lot of resources and money, even things that were not bought with money.

Hours later they all retired to the room and were resting less Zemin Yan and Sying, the first was still concentrating on his sword, since he could not improve his cultivation he was going to refine his sword techniques. Already the little dog was looking worriedly towards his young master because he could feel the turbulence of the young Yan's heart.

However, Sying also could not help with the constitution of Zemin Yan, because he was also weakened body and there was still that mysterious disease that was momentarily cured, but it was a temporary thing, since the small dog when it was going to cultivate still could vaguely feel a strange presence in his little body.

But there were many eyes watching over the new disciples and it would be difficult to ask Zemin Yan to help him find out what was wrong with him, so Sying could only watch his young master with eyes glistening with worry and anxiety.

As it was predicted a few hours later a storm fell from the sky, sometimes lightning illuminated the living room where Zemin Yan with his small 10-year-old boy physique was swinging his wooden sword diligently.

Zhong Liang's eyes calmly watched young Zemin Yan, who was already sweating and panting but continued to train his movement with his sword, as if in desperation.

For a few minutes now he had invaded the room of the young disciples of his sect, his eyes never left the body of the 10-year-old child, who seemed to be blown at any moment by a light breeze.

Zhong Liang knew that Zemin Yan was a lot better than he was two or more weeks ago, he was rosy and his cheeks were bigger, but he was still very thin and with the wide clothes he was wearing it looked like he could break at any time.

Sying who until recently was watching his young master, now, he was on the side of Zhong Liang, his little snout was sniffing Zhong Liang's boots and he barked with pleasure.

Thus, Zemin Yan stopped his training and turned to the place where Zhong Liang was standing in the shadows. His brown eyes brightened as he watched this senior brother, Zemin Yan's eyes were a light brown color and looked very warm, that even if he had a common face, those sweet eyes would make people feel kind to Zemin Yan.

Despite Zhong Liang's face did not change his expression, but internally he had already decided that he really liked the warm brown eyes of Zemin Yan.

"Senior!" Said Zemin Yan cheerfully, though internally he was surprised that this warlord was in his living room.

Zhong Liang just nodded in acknowledgment of Zemin Yan's greeting, his face was as usual, his expression cold and his eyes full of indifference, but Zemin Yan was already glad that at least this war god recognized him with a nod.

Soon the senior Zhong was sitting on the couch as if it were his living room, but Zemin Yan also did not bother with the rules, except he did not sit very close to that person, after all, he himself was all sweaty.

Zhong Liang frowned slightly as he watched Zemin Yan's reserved demeanor, but it was only for a few seconds that even young Yan himself could not perceive this little expression of the senior Zhong.

Then the two stood there in silence, Sying climbed into the lap of Zemin Yan and also stared at Zhong Liang with bright eyes, as if he saw something delicious in the strong figure of Zhong senior.

Zemin Yan was not annoyed by the silence, in fact, he thought it better this way, for the sacred elements in his body were acting strangely on his body as if they were very excited.

Time passed and the rain was fading, the two sat quietly watching the rain through the panoramic window, they knew they had to talk, but they also thought the silence was good.

"I need to take a shower and go to sleep, senior," Zemin Yan said with a smile, as he was already feeling cold from having sweated earlier. Then Zemin Yan stood up and bowed in a formal greeting, he wanted to ask him a lot of things, but he also thought there would be plenty of time for them to meet since they were from the same sect.

Zemin Yan was well aware that his level of cultivation and his status were not adequate to keep close to that senior, much less have a conversation with him. However he knew in his deep inside had this desire to be stronger, he had this strange certainty that he could reach the same level as this cold senior, even if his body constitution was a traitor. Of course, this was a misunderstanding on the part of Zemin Yan, Zhong Liang's motive not to talk is simply that he does not have this habit and also did not know how to approach a small child.

There were many emotions that Zhong Liang wanted to convey to this child, just as he also wanted to get to know Zemin Yan better, but he could not express himself. Then when he saw the small backs of Zemin Yan pull away, he can only say one thing:

"Thank you" Zhong Liang's voice was as emotionless as ever, but Zemin Yan was delighted that this mighty senior could tell him these words, for it was a confirmation of his identity as the mysterious cultivator of weeks ago.

Zemin Yan turned slightly and smiled accepting his thanks, but soon he went to the bathroom to take a shower, leaving Zhong Liang alone in the living room with the little Sying.

Sying jumped off the couch and wondered if he should follow his young master or whether he should stay near that person who had such good perfume, but in the end, he followed Zemin Yan into the bathroom.

"You're not going to ask me anything? Did you know that you saved my life that day? What do you like to eat? Is that little white dog your pet? How old are you? ... "There was a myriad of questions that Zhong Liang wanted to do, but his poor social ability and his Swordless Dao prevented him from communicating properly.

Zhong Liang can only mock him right now, he could not even talk to a 10-year-old child!

"It's not as if Zemin Yan is going to disappear, he's going to our sect," a voice sounded in Zhong Liang's mind, who was slightly annoyed by this intrusion in his thoughts.

"Elder Han " Zhong Liang just responded in acknowledgment, but his tone was incredibly cold.

"Can not you blame me for watching your failed interaction, certain disciple Zhong? After all, I felt it when you invaded the room of these young disciples of our sect. I do not want anything bad to happen to these good seeds, " said Master Han Yie, who is also one of the protectors of Zemin Yan.

"Nothing will happen to him," Zhong Liang said in an even icy tone, his eyes had a slightly dangerous glow, but Elder Han did not know that.

"That's good to hear. You know ... You'd better keep away from the kids if it's not going to make you more trouble, "said Elder Han, looking like a good old man of the sect, worried about the well-being of the new disciples.

However, Zhong Liang did not respond this time, simply ignored Elder Han, taking one last look at the bathroom, he left the apartments of the new disciples.

Zhong Liang thought that the elder Han Yie was right about the first part, they would have plenty of time to meet again, after all, both are from the same sect.

On the other hand, Elder Han was sweating cold in his room, he knew that Zhong Liang's silence would mean future problems for Zemin Yan. Zhong Liang himself was unaware of how popular he was within the Celestial Sword sect, which only with his occasional approach could complicate the daily life of Zemin Yan and even put that child's life in danger!

"The plans are going to have to change," thought Elder Han, sighing. He picked up a piece of strange jewelry that had the shape of a swallow and was blue in color, so he injected some of his qi into the gem, soon the jewel turned into a real bird.

"Go and deliver this message only to the leader of the sect, do not let those old men try to steal the message from you," said Han Yie to the cute little swallow, who blinked her blue eyes innocently.

Soon the swallow that seemed to fly at the speed of light disappeared in the dark night in the rain.