Chapter 895: Ning Caichen

Yanz Chixia, a talent like him, self-cultivates, and can almost reach the Sword God’s level without guidance, almost stepping into the realm of the Primordial Spirit.

It is imaginable how high his talent and perception are.

In addition, Ding Ling’s explanations are straightforward, insightful, and hit the nail on the head.

Yanz Chixia often understands immediately, occasionally showing a look of sudden realization.

Several hours passed like this.

When the moon rose to the zenith.

Ding Ling explained quite a bit about the Thunder Technique and Sword Control Skill.

Even touched a little on such a Fundamental Technique like the Xuanyuan Divine Sword Scripture.

Yanz Chixia was eager to learn more, but mostly felt a bit embarrassed, seeing it was late, he voluntarily said:

“Ding Ling, let’s continue discussing Dao tomorrow. It’s so late now. Why don’t you rest well?”

“I don’t need to rest.”

Ding Ling smiled and said:

“Daoist, if you want to continue discussing Dao with me, why not join my team? That way you can easily discuss Dao with me anytime, anywhere.”

“This…”

Yanz Chixia was moved but mostly hesitated:

“Would that be too much trouble for you?”

“Not troublesome at all. You have seen my cultivation speed. When I have nothing to do, just staying idle, isn’t it perfect to use that time to discuss Dao with the Daoist?”

“This…”

Yanz Chixia hesitated again and again, ultimately unable to resist the temptation to discuss Dao with Ding Ling, such an extraordinary talent, he nodded slowly, stood up and bowed to Ding Ling: “Then I will trouble you.”

“It’s only proper.”

“Wait a moment while I pack up.”

Yanz Chixia didn’t have much, just two sets of clothes and a sword.

After packing well and holding his sword, he said very freely:

“Let’s go.”

Ding Ling then walked ahead, just stepped out the main door.

A bright-eyed, bushy-browed youth of eight feet tall ran over in a hurry from another side, Yanz Chixia fixed his eyes and exclaimed ‘Ning Caichen! Did you see a ghost?!’

“It’s Hero Yan!”

Ning Caichen was delighted, he ran behind Yanz Chixia, grabbed Yanz Chixia’s arm in panic, looked fearfully down a passage ahead, and said trembling:

“Tree Demon Granny found me. She wants to eat me.”

The array Ding Ling set up was to the east, blocking the players’ entry path to Lanruo Temple.

While the west side of Lanruo Temple, which is the backside, is the Chaotic Burial Mound.

That place is teeming with ghosts and monsters, Ding Ling didn’t set up an array there, simply because it wasn’t necessary.

Ning Caichen was running from the direction of Chaotic Burial Mound.

Yanz Chixia snorted and said:

“I warned you a few days ago! Humans and ghosts are different paths! Told you not to be seduced by Nie Xiaoqian’s beauty. But you didn’t listen! Pursuing your own course! Now you’re afraid?”

Ning Caichen’s face was pallid with a hint of green, mixed with redness, he argued:

“I’m not afraid of Little Qian. Even if she’s a ghost, she’s a good ghost. I’m just worried that after the Tree Demon harms me, it will also harm Little Qian. I escaped to request Hero Yan’s mercy to save Little Qian and eliminate this Thousand-Year Tree Demon.”

Ning Caichen looked like a pedantic scholar.

Appearance handsome, body frail.

Clearly an ordinary person without the strength to truss a chicken.

Yet he was full of Righteous Qi, though he was fearful of monsters, he didn’t shrink back or seem afraid of death!

Ding Ling’s Observing People Skill was Full Level, seeing Ning Caichen, he knew although timid, foolish, he was extremely kind, affectionate, and upright.

He even used Martial Arts True Qi in the air to investigate Ning Caichen’s root bone.

Discovered that his root bone was unexpectedly extraordinary as well, reaching about 78 points or so, he couldn’t help but be moved, thinking: Ning Caichen could become a Dragon Heir level genius if he practiced Bone Strengthening Chapter and further techniques! Truly a child of Qi Fortune in this plane! It’s a shame if such gifted root bone doesn’t cultivate.

Ding Ling wants to establish the World’s Number One Sect, naturally cannot lack top-tier talents like Dragon Heirs.

Seeing Ning Caichen’s notable talent, considering recruiting him, but decided to talk later, if Ning Caichen doesn’t enjoy cultivation, pouring resources into him would be a waste.

“You!”

Yanz Chixia glared at Ning Caichen:

“You are really stubborn and unrepentant! You’ve almost been harmed numerous times. If I hadn’t saved you, you’d have been dead long ago. And now you expect me to kill the Thousand-Year Tree Demon?!”

Do you realize your actions can easily cause others to die! Those harmed by you, the Aliens aren’t just one or two! Yet you still don’t repent! Is it possible that in your eyes, there’s only Nie Xiaoqian, but no one else?”

Ning Caichen’s expression changed drastically, face forlorn, even letting go of Yanz Chixia’s hand, he said despondently:

“I’ve wronged those Aliens. They advised me repeatedly, I didn’t listen. Leading them to later use actual actions to prove Little Qing, Little Qian indeed harmed many people. But Little Qian has reasons for her actions. She didn’t want to harm anyone…”

Yanz Chixia interrupted Ning Caichen:

“Who doesn’t have their reasons to live?! Nie Xiaoqian has her reasons, so Xiahou Swordsman and Aliens should all die?! You’ve seen Xiahou Swordsman’s miserable end! Yet you continue to be infatuated with Nie Xiaoqian, this female ghost. You’re really bewitched and unaware!”

Upon hearing Xiahou Swordsman died.

Ding Ling felt extremely sorry.

This one was the top swordsman in the A Chinese Ghost Story World, second only to Yanz Chixia!

Competed with Yanz Chixia for the title of the world’s number one swordsman numerous times; though he lost each time, his indomitable spirit is indeed moving.

Moreover, being second only to Yanz Chixia as a swordsman, his talent speaks for itself.

Recruiting such a person into the Sect would be much better than recruiting Ning Caichen, the pedantic scholar.

“You, I…”

Ning Caichen was rendered speechless, red-faced by Yanz Chixia’s admonition.

“Enough.”

Yanz Chixia took Ning Caichen’s arm, said:

“Take my advice. Leave Lanruo Temple with me now, and never come back. Otherwise, once I leave, whether you live or die is truly none of my concern.”

“Hero Yan, are you leaving?”

Ning Caichen troubled:

“Little Qian’s life is harsh…”

Ning Caichen’s eloquence was good, he explained Nie Xiaoqian’s plight thoroughly.

Yanz Chixia listened and was quite moved as well, but remembering Nie Xiaoqian harmed Xiahou Swordsman and others, his heart turned cold.

No matter how pitiable.

It can’t change the fact Nie Xiaoqian harmed too many men!

Yanz Chixia was about to leave with Ning Caichen from this ghostly place regardless, but whoosh!

A gust of demonic wind blew in.

Upon looking again.

Not far away, a group of people had appeared.

The one leading is a person clad in crimson robes, neither male nor female, a strange figure.

Behind this figure were a group of charming women.

On each side of the figure stood seven or eight men, each with different auras, without exception, every one of them was dignified, grand, appearing like contemporary grandmasters, supreme heroes!