Adding Friends Can Make Me Stronger

Chapter 39 - He Was Just Careless, and a Hidden Bigshot?!

Chapter 39: He Was Just Careless, and a Hidden Bigshot?!

“Ghost Finger Bei Qianke?!”

Exclamations resounded continuously. This was a formidable practitioner of the demonic path, virtually a top-notch figure in the Aperture Connecting Realm!

Throughout, no one had managed to kill him!

“Is it really Bei Qianke?!”

Some didn’t believe it and hurried over to verify.

But they found it was indeed true, without any falsehoods.

It was indeed the head of Bei Qianke!

“Bei Qianke has actually died!”

Gasps of astonishment were heard one after another, and everyone looked at Meng Changqing, their eyes filled with shock.

Because this person seemed to be only at the fifth level of the Aperture Connecting Realm.

How strong must his overall strength be to kill Bei Qianke?

Meng Changqing paid no attention to the gazes of others.

Right now, he just wanted to quickly get his contribution points and leave.

“How many contribution points can I get?” Meng Changqing asked.

At the words, the disciple of the task hall quickly came to his senses.

Looking at Meng Changqing, there was no longer any casualness in his eyes. A fellow who could kill Bei Qianke definitely possessed terrifying strength, far beyond what they could compare with.

“Because Bei Qianke is a practitioner of the demonic path, his reward is quite generous. You can exchange it for ten thousand contribution points.”

The disciple of the task hall hastily said.

“So many?” Meng Changqing was slightly stunned. He thought six or seven thousand would be about right.

To actually have ten thousand.

In that case, the Tian Tong Sect was quite lacking in power.

“These are contribution points.” The disciple of the task hall took out ten blue special-made iron tokens.

“Thanks.” Meng Changqing picked up the iron tokens and was about to turn around and leave.

“May I ask, how did you kill him?” The disciple of the task hall was very curious.

“He was just careless.” Meng Changqing smiled faintly, walked toward the door, and gradually disappeared from the eyes of the crowd.

The same sentence, perhaps believable before, but now the disciple of the task hall didn’t believe it even for a bit.

Careless?

What a joke!

That was Bei Qianke!

A dignified practitioner of the demonic path. How could he carelessly die? Even if he was careless, the other party must have had extremely strong strength!

“Who is this guy? He feels so unfamiliar. I’ve never seen him before.”

“He should be a newcomer to the inner sect.”

“A newcomer to the inner sect, with such exaggerated strength?”

“It seems like another freak.”

Meng Changqing left, and the people immediately began to discuss.

As one of the dominant forces within the Tianling Prefecture, the Tai Xuan Sect would have astonishing disciples emerge every few years.

They sighed not only at the strength of these disciples but also at why they didn’t have it themselves.

Leaving the task hall, Meng Changqing went to the Hidden Martial Pavilion.

He needed to exchange these contribution points for some martial techniques.

“Sword Steps” and “Imperial Fire Sun Incineration Technique”.

The sect had very strict regulations regarding profound-level martial techniques, not allowing disciples to teach each other unless they had privileges.

The steward elders of the Hidden Martial Pavilion would register the borrowing situation of every disciple.

If one wanted to use these martial techniques in the sect, it had to be justified.

Otherwise, if it was investigated later, it would be troublesome.

Even though it might end without consequences due to the potential shown by oneself, it was still better to avoid some troubles.

Meng Changqing also didn’t want to implicate others.

For example, Qin Fang, Kong Linyue.

The Hidden Martial Pavilion was not far from the task hall, standing tall at the top of a mountain peak.

The breeze blew gently.

Under the eaves, rows of wind chimes emitted a pleasant and ethereal sound.

You could see disciples coming and going from time to time.

The premature opening of the secret realm has also disrupted the plans of some disciples, forcing them to exchange for some martial techniques and secrets to temporarily enhance their strength.

Only in this way could they obtain more things in the secret realm.

At the entrance of the Hidden Martial Pavilion, there was an ancient wooden table, behind which laid an old man with white hair reclining on a rocking chair.

His face was covered with a book, and his body swayed gently with the rocking chair, appearing very leisurely.

Meng Changqing subconsciously used his probing eye.

Anyone who could serve as an elder guarding the inner gate must have extremely formidable strength!

Basic Information:

【Name: Yun Bujue】

【Race: Human】

【Cultivation: First Level of the Sea Cleaving Realm (Temporary)】

Attribute Information:

【Root Bone: Third Grade】

【Comprehension: Excellent】

【Techniques and Martial Arts: “Holy Spirit Slaughter Sword Technique” (Complete), “Earth Shrinking Art” (Intermediate), “Great Compassion Wind Universe Hand” (Intermediate)】

“Indeed, he is at the Sea Cleaving Realm, but it’s unexpected to see the word ‘temporary’ as a suffix,” Meng Changqing’s eyes flickered slightly.

Up to now, he had only seen this on his aunt’s panel. Could it be that this elder guarding the pavilion had also fallen in cultivation realm?

Apart from that, the other attributes were also good. Superior comprehension was rare, and those techniques and martial arts seemed quite impressive no matter how you looked at them.

“Holy Spirit Slaughter Sword Technique!

“Earth Shrinking Art!

“Great Compassion Wind Universe Hand!

“This should be a hidden bigshot, deliberately here for duty, cultivating oneself?” Meng Changqing’s heart suddenly became hot.

But how to add him as a friend was also a crucial issue.

It was relatively easy between peers or relatives. But it was really difficult in this kind of situation where they were both unfamiliar and there was a generation gap.

Rushing would only lead to mistakes.

Meng Changqing wasn’t in a hurry to add him as a friend right now.

Take it slowly.

First understand, then act.

Moreover, the cards he had now were already sufficient.

Perhaps at the level of true transmission, there might be some inadequacies.

“Why have you been staring at me, disciple?”

Just as Meng Changqing was contemplating, he found that the elder guarding the pavilion had removed the book covering his face.

He had a gentle expression, extremely kind, giving people an unparalleled sense of affinity.

Like one’s own elder.

He felt very easy to get along with.

But when Meng Changqing thought of the sword technique on his panel.

“Holy Spirit Slaughter Sword Technique”

He immediately dismissed this feeling.

Just by the name of the sword technique, it felt very murderous.

“I’m just a new disciple. Feeling a bit curious, so I lingered for a while. I hope the elder can forgive me,” Meng Changqing said with a slight bow.

“Well, hurry in,” the elder guarding the pavilion said casually, then covered his face with the book again.

There was a faint snoring sound.

Meng Changqing nodded and walked into the Hidden Martial Pavilion.