Almost all of them are, but there are a few external Xiantian cultivators who want to join our sect. As long as their background is clean, and they have a referral from our sect disciples, they would be welcome to join as a Protector. So you must work hard. Between the rank of Protectors and Elders, there are also 20 Reserve Elders. Those 20 are the 20 strongest amongst the 100 Xiantian level Protectors. Reserve Elder means that if one of the current Elders had no way to do his duties due to a variety of reasons, they would step up and take over!”
“Master, what is your level of power now? Is it convenient to tell me?” Qing Shui asked hopefully.
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“Hehe, 4th level of Xiantian. I’m the weakest amongst the 10 Elders, and the loneliest. They all have over 10 disciples, and I only have you. So you must work hard!” Yiye laughed.
Her laughter was filled with an indescribable elegance, as rows of perfect, pearly white teeth could be seen. Qing Shui averted his gaze for fear of blasphemous thoughts arising in his heart.
“Master, Heavenly River City wouldn’t target the Yu and Qing Clan again right?” Qing Shui asked with trepidation. He was afraid of the revenge by Gongyang Xuantong.
“Relax, I will send out an announcement in the Cang Lang Country that you are a disciple of our Skysword Sect. I will also monitor the movements of the Heavenly River City.” Yiye gently replied.
She continued, “I heard that, 100 years ago, a sentence made by the Skysword Sect would never dare be ignored or defied by others. But currently eldest brother’s injuries hold him back… If not for that, our sect’s power would go up by another level.”
Yiye sighed and suddenly looked towards Qing Shui as if she thought of something. “Qing Shui, oh yeah, I almost forgot to ask you. How did you kill that Xiantian cultivator from the Gongyang Clan?” Yiye’s beautiful eyes flickered.
This was also the first time Qing Shui had seen such a big change occur on Yiye’s countenance. That calm face like still water was as if someone tossed a stone into it.
“Why do you think that it was me who killed the Xiantian cultivator, and not grandpa Yu?” Qing Shui asked bewilderedly.
“Intuition!”
These two words of Yiye caused Qing Shui to want to laugh and cry. This goddess, was still a female, and the intuition of a female was always the scariest.
“Using a needle.” Qing Shui took out a 7 inch golden needle which shone with golden light as he answered.
Yiye and Baili Jingwei mutely stared at the golden needle. This small weapon actually killed a Xiantian cultivator? It sounds highly implausible, like a fantasy.
“Are you sure this thing killed the Xiantian cultivator?” Baili Jingwei involuntarily asked.
Qing Shui could only weave another lie and mixed it together with the truth as he answered.
“I’m a doctor, this needle is actually one of my medical tools to cure my patients.” Qing Shui embarrassedly replied.
The two of them “……………………….”
“Old man, I will help you recover your body to it’s original state.” The already amazed, speechless duo, was even more astounded after they heard that.
Qing Shui loved the changes in expressions of Yiye Jiange. For example, her astounded look now was priceless.
“Initially, I wanted to help grandpa Baili the moment we first met, but I did not have the confidence then. However, now there shouldn’t be any problems.” Qing Shui continue to amaze them.
“You can see the states of my injuries?” Baili Jingwei asked somewhat puzzledly.
“I’m a doctor, of course I can see it. Seeing, combined with guessing and intuition.” Qing Shui now felt that it was difficult for him to say the truth.
Yiye felt as though she was in a dream. A pre-xiantian cultivator could actually see through the injuries of a 8th level Xiantian Cultivator, and saying that he can cure something that many Xiantian level doctors weren’t able to cure.
Yiye stared directly at Qing Shui, and saw how honest he looked. It didn’t seem as though he was lying. “Qing Shui, are you confident in your words?”
Qing Shui bitterly smiled, and added one more sentence which caused them to believe him!
“Actually Grandpa Yu was crippled 10 years ago, and not too long ago he was cured by a mysterious alchemist. There was no mysterious alchemist…”
“Are you saying that you are that mysterious alchemist?”
Qing Shui could finally admire the change in expression of his beautiful Master again!
Maybe it was because Qing Shui’s gaze was too obvious, but it provoked Yiye to the point where she cast sidelong glances at him. While Bali Jingwei only felt surprise and joy upon hearing that Qing Shui was the mysterious alchemist.