My inner elixir can cure all poisons? You won't dig it out.

Chapter 168: Useless people should have the awareness of being useless

On the Chengtian Pillar, silver light lit up layer by layer until it reached the top, indicating Tang Shi's extraordinary talent and also attracting many disciples who came to watch.

Almost all the disciples still in the sect rushed to Chengtiantai, wanting to see what this new talented disciple looked like.

"Wow, look at that light all the way to the top. There are differences between people. When I tested it, the light went two-thirds of the way and then stopped moving. It was just a spiritual root."

"And the rich ice element, it feels like it's going to freeze the Chengtian Pillar."

"The most important thing is that he is born with a sword body. The treasure of the Jianxin Sect can finally be used again."

Tang Shi listened to the constant exclamations and compliments coming from the crowd without feeling guilty at all. After all, apart from his natural sword physique, all other talents he displayed were discounted.

On the other hand, the peak masters and elders of Jianxin Sect did not show any joy at the sight of the new talented talent on their faces. Instead, they were secretly glancing at the expressions of their own leader.

At this moment, another person came flying at high speed on a sword, but he did not land. Instead, he stopped in mid-air, holding the sword in both hands, and looked down at Tang Shi beside the Chengtian Pillar without any emotion. His long golden hair reflected the sunlight like a god.

His arrival caused exclamations from the surrounding disciples.

"The young sect master is here too. From the looks of it, I feel like the little girl is in great danger."

"Shhhhhh, how dare you say this to my face? You're killing me."

"It's not really in front of people," the man shrank back into the crowd, still muttering, "It's right under people's feet."

The person in the air had no intention of responding to the speculation below. After remembering Tang Shi's appearance, he flew away on his sword without even saying hello to his biological father.

The head of the sect didn't care. Instead, he looked at Tang Shi happily and said, "My Jianxin Sect has gained another talented disciple. This is really cause for celebration."

"From now on, you will be my, Zhongli Mei's, last disciple. You must study hard and carry forward the way of the sword."

Tang Shi: Why is she another closed disciple? Is she born with the holy body of a closed disciple?

Although Zhongli Mei publicly promised to accept Tang Shi as his last disciple, he actually only gave him an identity jade token, a book of basic cultivation techniques, and a book of basic sword moves.

As for the rest, even the disciple uniform was not issued because they said they didn't have her size. Even when Tang Shi finished everything and left Jianxin Sect, she still couldn't wear the legendary disciple uniform.

As for the disciple-taking ceremony, there was no intention to hold it at all.

Fortunately, Tang poetry does not care about these things, and does not feel any grievance.

After all, Gu Yuanfeng started preparing for setting up a hall to recruit disciples half a year in advance, and he needed her cooperation in all kinds of trivial matters, which almost annoyed her to death.

What's more, she didn't really want to become a disciple, which was just right.

It is true that Tang Shi did not have a natural swordsmanship, but his comprehension of swordsmanship was not low. In just seven or eight days, he had mastered the basic sword moves quite well. His ease and ease was even better than that of the disciples who had practiced for more than a year.

He also did not neglect his spiritual practice. He cultivated his spiritual power into his body in one day and practiced one level of Qi in two days. His speed directly broke the record of the sect.

However, the better she performed, the lower the air pressure around Zhongli Mei became, and the look in his eyes when he looked at her every day was cold.

However, Tang Shi waited for a few days and didn't see any action from him, but instead he had more resources for cultivation.

And in the corner that Tang poetry cannot see.

"Are you slacking off again?"

Zhong Yunyi had just finished practicing a set of sword techniques and was about to stop to wipe the sweat from his forehead when he felt a piercing pain in his back.

Zhongli Mei swung the whip, using his spiritual power to hit Zhong Yunyi hard on the back.

"You are such a waste. If you feed it with so many resources, even the dog should become an immortal. Keep training now."

In the past, the headmaster who was quite amiable in front of his disciples, now had a completely dark face and spoke harshly: "A loser should have the awareness of being a loser. If you don't have that kind of talent, you should work even harder."

"It's been so long and we're still stuck at this level. It's like a hopeless situation."

Zhong Yunyi lowered his head, unable to utter a word in rebuttal.

In fact, Zhong Yunyi's talent is quite good. He is diligent enough and has good swordsmanship. At least in this small world, he is considered a genius.

It’s just that, as always, there is always someone better than you.

When Zhong Yunyi was very young, he encountered the scorching sun that he could never catch up with. He was always the runner-up, and his father's occasional verbal suppression made his pace of catching up slower and heavier.

Even when the news of Song Ci's death came, it didn't make things any better. On the contrary, because a dead person no longer had the possibility of falling, it became even more out of reach.

Whenever there was a sect competition, when others felt that Zhong Yunyi’s level was not enough to win the championship, they would sigh and say, “If only Song Ci was still here.”

Whenever he made a breakthrough, others would sigh: "If Song Ci were still alive, he would have made a breakthrough long ago."

Obviously, he was also valued by Wanzu Academy and was wanted to be enrolled, but later for some reason rumors spread that he had harmed Song Ci in order to snatch the enrollment quota.

The rumor spread more and more, and he once thought about explaining it, but was mocked by Zhong Limei: "If you really have such courage and means, I might even look up to you."

"Only weak and incompetent people would be swayed by rumors. No wonder your sword moves are so weak."

In order to harden Zhong Yunyi's heart, Zhong Li Mei deliberately allowed rumors to spread, and even dragged Zhong Yunyi to listen to other people's discussions and belittlements of him in secret, forcing him to adapt.

After a long time, Zhong Yunyi got used to such a life and was numb to other people's discussions. However, now there is a real genius in the sect.

The talent displayed by Tang Shi did bring a lot of pressure to Zhong Yunyi, and he also feared that he would be surpassed sooner or later.

That feeling of powerlessness even affected his sword, and he no longer had the unstoppable momentum.

Seeing his son like a piece of wood, Zhongli Mei became even angrier: "If you still can't comprehend the seventh level of the Nine Sword Heart Styles, then I can only consider making Tang Shi the successor of the sect and teach her the Nine Sword Heart Styles."

After that, he left directly.

The sword in Zhong Yunyi's hand fell to the ground dejectedly, but its owner had no intention of picking it up. Instead, he looked dejectedly at a crooked tree in the yard.

A long time ago, whenever he practiced swordplay late at night, there would always be a young man lying on the crooked tree.

The young man had never learned the Nine Sword Styles, but just by watching him practice twice he was able to find the tricks, which helped him to better comprehend the sword moves. As a result, he practiced to the fifth level and was recognized by his father, becoming the young sect leader.

Afterwards the young man never appeared again. He relied on diligent study and practice to reach the sixth level, but he always felt that something was missing, resulting in his sword moves never being perfected.

Maybe it's good to give up.