Cultivation Begins with Skill Points-Chapter 127: Mission

Racing all the way, it didn’t take long for Zhong Lin to arrive at the hall where the Sect Master of the Main Peak was located.

"Disciple Zhong Lin, greets the Sect Master."

"You’re here."

Yu Jinglei slowly opened his eyes, his face full of smiles.

How could he not smile?

A seventeen-year-old Fourth Grade Alchemist is a precious gem anywhere, in the entire history of the Sword Cauldron Sect, Upper Third Grades martial artists are easily found, but a Fourth Grade Alchemist is hard to come by!

"Sit down."

"Thank you, Sect Master."

Zhong Lin saluted and sat at the side, a maid had already brought up some tea.

"I have summoned you today to entrust a task to you."

"Please, do instruct me, Sect Master."

Yu Jinglei nodded, looking at Zhong Lin, "Nowadays the sect is short-handed, all the main disciples and elders have been dispatched to search for the Blood Demon Sect’s traces, and I really can’t allocate more people, so I’m sending you."

As he spoke, Yu Jinglei took out a letter and handed it over.

"The task is written on this letter, if you have any questions after reading it, you may ask."

"Yes."

Zhong Lin reached out and took the letter, reading through it swiftly, but frowned slightly upon seeing a certain name.

"Sect Master, our Sword Cauldron Sect is above worldly matters, has maintained neutrality for a thousand years, why get involved in this mess?"

Yu Jinglei gently sipped his tea, smiling: "Who told you our Sword Cauldron Sect has gotten involved?"

"But Junior Sister Jiang..."

Yu Jinglei waved his hand, "It’s just that we want you to escort her back to the capital, and as soon as you arrive, return immediately, as for the business thereafter, don’t concern yourself."

"Although it’s said like that, Junior Sister Jiang is, after all, a disciple of our Sword Cauldron Sect, will others really believe it?"

"Whether they believe it or not is up to them, I was also tricked by that old rascal Sheng Yun back in the day, didn’t expect it would be such a hot potato, but no matter what, the neutral stance of the Sword Cauldron Sect will not change."

Seemingly thinking of something, a wry smile appeared on Yu Jinglei’s lips.

"Disciple understands."

Zhong Lin nodded.

"Go, prepare yourself and set off from the mountain, the sooner the better."

"Yes."

Zhong Lin stood up, saluted, and strode out of the hall, returning to the Spirit Medicine Peak.

For the past half year, Zhong Lin was not completely ignorant of outside matters, focusing solely on studies of sages, he had heard a bit about things off the mountain.

Of course, it mainly originated from Mei Weixuan, that big chatterbox, who ran to Zhong Lin’s ears chirping now and then, wanting not to know was nearly impossible.

The Junior Sister Jiang mentioned in the earlier conversation is none other than Jiang Yuan, the fourth disciple under Sect Master Yu Jinglei, a genius female disciple, with a Fourth Grade Divine Power Realm cultivation at the age of nineteen, could achieve inner breath at any time and become an Upper Third Grades martial artist.

She also has another identity, the Third Princess of Great Chen.

That’s not the most important; what’s crucial is that the current Emperor of Great Chen is gravely ill, each prince is vying for power and benefits, all hoping to become the new emperor.

If it were in the previous life, as a princess, naturally there’s no relation to the new emperor, but who lets this world be one where martial arts reign supreme!

Jiang Yuan is extraordinarily gifted, with transcendent aptitude, already a Fourth Grade Divine Power Realm martial artist at a young age, always about to step into the Upper Third Grades Realm, hence deeply loved by the Great Chen Imperial Family, especially by the strongest elder monster of the family.

A talented female disciple, favored by the imperial elder monster, disciple of the Sword Cauldron Sect Master.

With these three identities capped, Jiang Yuan’s existence has posed a serious threat to the status of various princes, for no matter who she supports, the scale would undoubtedly tilt.

If Jiang Yuan continued to stay at the Sword Cauldron Sect, it wouldn’t be much, but no one expected that at this crucial moment, she would want to return to the capital, an intriguing move that cannot be ignored.

Returning to the Purple Bamboo Forest at Spirit Medicine Peak, Zhong Lin informed Stone about going out for a while and started packing.

Over the half year, Stone had completely adapted to life at the Sword Cauldron Sect, practicing martial arts and body refining with the sect disciples aside from the mandatory daily classes.

There was no need to worry about his safety in this Sword Cauldron Sect, no thief dared to cause trouble here, and as a younger brother of a Fourth Grade Alchemist, countless people wanted to humor him; he lived most comfortably in the sect.

Not many things, a Blood Pattern Steel Treasure Sword, a Treasure Bow, a White Jade Python Whip, plus two spare clothes, Zhong Lin then headed straight to the mountain foot.

In a dense forest at the mountain’s base, a large team stood amidst the woods, the forest eerily silent, apart from the occasional snort from horses, there were no sounds.

The whole team was in black uniform, with bright large knives hanging by their waists, while in the middle of the convoy, a luxuriously decorated carriage sat, occasionally wafting a wisp of fragrant aroma inducing a state of intoxication.

About over two hundred people formed the convoy, each guard being muscular, with deep Qi-Blood, clearly people who had practiced martial arts for long, possessing extraordinary skills.

At the front of the convoy stood a rugged, burly man, about thirty years old, with two thin mustaches above his lips, his eyes sharp like an eagle’s, illuminating the surrounding dense forest.

The man’s hand bones were broad, yet there weren’t any calluses, indicating his martial arts cultivation was extraordinarily potent, shedding the old skin stage, advancing further.

At this moment, he gripped the large knife at his waist, standing motionless in the dense forest, while the surrounding guards kept silent, heightening the murderous tension around, even the birds in the air ceased their calls.

But the next moment, the man suddenly clutched the large knife at his waist, focusing a sharp gaze on his right front, as if sensing a formidable foe approaching.

"On guard."

Clatter!

A series of long knives unsheathing sounded, lighting up the eerie forest with the gleam of the blades.

"Who goes there?"

The man slowly drew his large knife from his waist, looking solemn; as a martial arts expert, he sensed the approaching person’s martial arts cultivation was beyond his imagination, accompanied by an unprecedented pressure.

The footsteps heard were steady, yet they carried a distinct rhythm, as if each step resonated in a melody, each step was firm, controlled to the precise beat.

This was absolutely a master, a supreme expert who had achieved incredible control over their entire body.

"Sword Cauldron Sect, Zhong Lin."

The voice was righteous, passing through the woods, reaching everyone’s ears, though not loud, each could hear it as if said directly beside them.

It’s known that plants can echo, they can also muffle sound, if a normal person spoke at an ordinary volume in the forest, it wouldn’t travel far, but Zhong Lin’s voice, though not loud, was clear to every ear present, just this alone was an impressive show of strength. freёwebnoѵel.com

As the voice fell, footsteps gradually became clear, a handsome-faced young man wielding a longsword, with a bow at his waist came striding along.