80.

The Ex-wife of This Venerable One… Has Arrived

It was the modest gentleman who lived in the same courtyard with Mo Ran
in Peach Blossom Spring, Ye WangXi.

Today, he was wearing a cultivator clothing with a blue bottom embroidered

with silver threads. He wore a royal blue hair band, and on his waist was an
auspicious silver pouch containing auspicious beasts. Perhaps it was because
he had taken off his military uniform, he still looked heroic, but he also looked
a bit more refined.

The head supervisor of Xuanyuan Pavilion came up and looked down and said,
"Ye WangXi."

Ye WangXi nodded and said, "I've come here on my foster father's orders to
bid for an item. I'll have to trouble the steward to guide me upstairs."

"Pavilion Master knows that an immortal cultivator has arrived. The private
room of the Ru Feng Sect has already been prepared for you. I will bring you
up there now."

Ye Wangxi went upstairs with more than ten disciples of the Ru Feng sect,
leaving behind a group of people who were whispering to each other in the
hall.

"The people of Ru Feng sect are here today?"

"Who is that immortal? How come I've never seen them before …”

Mo Ran thought to himself, if you guys have never seen him before, naturally
you have a reason. He could not help but be curious as well. He watched Ye
WangXi disappear around the corner before turning to Chu Wanning and said,
"Shizun, you have been to the Ru Feng Sect before. Do you know this
Immortal Ye?"
"I don't know him." Chu WanNing frowned, "But I always felt like he was
kind…" He paused, closed his eyes, thought for a moment, then shook his
head. "I can't remember."

Mo Ran scratched his head and said, "This Immortal Ye was in the same
courtyard as me earlier at Peach Blossom Spring. His strength is not bad. Now
that he is bidding in place of the Ru Feng Sect, I think his position in the sect
is not low. Shizun actually doesn't know him?"

"There are seventy-two cities in Ru Feng sect, and the people are scattered. I
don't like to walk around and I don't bother to ask what's going on inside the
door, so it's not surprising that I don't know him.”

As the two of them were talking, a yellow candle light lit up in the room on
the third floor. It seemed that Ye WangXi and the rest had already entered
the room and took their seats. The highest level of Xuanyuan Pavilion was
reserved for the various great sects. However, it was rarely used, so everyone
raised their heads in succession to take a look and found it very strange.

With the public participation of the Ru Feng Sect, everyone's expectations for
this auction were immediately raised by quite a few times. After the time it
took to make a cup of tea, the white jade lotus throne in the middle suddenly
shone brightly with light. A red silk cloth overflowing with a colorful light was
thrown down from the dome of the Xuanyuan pavilion, and a beautiful girl
around the age of eleven or twelve, wearing a snow-white veil, lightly landed
on the cold white jade lotus.

"Many immortals have been waiting for a long time. I am the Second House
master of Xuanyuan Pavilion." The beautiful little girl smiled sweetly and said,
"I am indebted to the immortals for thinking so highly of us and for coming to
this gathering from all over the world. Xuanyuan Pavilion will naturally follow
their usual practices and return the favor with the best treasures. "
Mo Ran's hearing was quite good. He heard someone below discussing,
"Xuanyuan Pavilion's Second House master is actually a little girl who's still
wet behind the ears?"

"Oh, brother, you are really ignorant. Do you know how old this' little girl 'is?"

"Ten? Fifteen? I can't possibly be twenty, right?"

"Heh, are you dumb? She's over a hundred years old, so it’d be more accurate
to call her 'granny' than ‘little girl’."

"What?! Brother Liu, are you kidding me? How could this little thing possibly
be a hundred years old?”

"This is Gu Yue Ye, the world's number one Medicine Sect. What is
impossible? It's requires nothing more than a pill made for youth."
"Wow..."

This was probably the first time the person with a low cry of surprise had
come here. After hearing these words, he stretched his neck in excitement
and couldn't help but heave at his wallet, obviously impatient to know what
kind of spiritual medicine treasures the Xuanyuan Pavilion would take out for
sale.

The owner of the second cabinet did not disappoint everyone either. With
one of her fingers, the center of Shilian cracked a hole, and a small flower-like
table rose slowly. On it were five velvet boxes the size of palms. Each box was
opened generously, revealing pills with the luster of mother-of-pearl.

Immediately someone laughed and shouted, "Isn't this an infatuation pill?

What's so strange?

"That's right, even if the first item he took out wasn't a rare treasure, he still
couldn't use the Infatuation Pills to make up for it."
When Second House Master heard the clamor below, she did not get angry.
Instead, she smiled and bent her eyes, saying in a clear voice, "Everyone has
good eyesight. This really is a love pill. But as everyone knows, although the
Lust Pill is difficult to refine, it is not something that is extremely rare. My
Xuanyuan Pavilion naturally cannot use ordinary items to entertain guests. "

She said, picked up one of the gold boxes, held it in her palm, and clicked the
box shut.

Although they were sitting quite close to each other, there was a Spirit Mirror
in front of them, allowing them to clearly see the details of the treasure. Only
then did everyone notice the snake-shaped seal on the lid of the box.

"Cold Scale Saint Hand?!" Someone took a backward breath.

The Second House Master laughed, "That's right. These five boxes of
Infatuation Pills are all from the pill furnace of our sect's Elder, the Coldscale
Saint Hand. Although an ordinary lust pill could bewitch a person and make
them fall in love with someone, its effects would only last for half a year and
it’s extremely easy to concoct the appropriate antidote. But these five pills’s
effect …" She lifted the embroidered box with her delicate fingertips and said
in a serious tone. "Last up to ten years, and there's no cure."

"What?"

"Heavens, how is this possible …"

"The Cold Scale Sacred Hand is too scary..."

Second House Master waited for the commotion below to subside before
smiling: "In order to distinguish them from ordinary love pills, the Cold Scale
Holy Hand named the five drugs ‘Lover’s Pills’. As long as you buy one and
merge it with water, you can guarantee that the other person will treat you
with sincerity and not waver in the slightest within ten years. "

A female cultivator loudly asked from below, "Is there really no antidote to
cure this? What if I don't like him after less than ten years? Wouldn't I be
letting him pester me forever?"

Everyone began to giggle. Second House Master also politely smiled and said,
"What the lady said is correct. Thus, Xuanyuan Pavilion has to remind
everyone that there is no cure for the Lovers Pills. Unless ten years have
passed, only death can break it. If you are not in love and cannot get it, it
would be better not to drug the other person."

After the introduction, the bidding began. Mo Ran was speechless as he

looked at the crowd of people calling out their prices. Most of them were
female cultivators.

"It's terrible."

"That’s right. It's really boring to have such unearned feelings."

Hearing Chu Wanning's answer, Mo Ran turned his head and looked back and
forth between the two of them. He smiled and said, "Shizun, be careful of her.
With how beautiful you are, I'm afraid that the top female cultivator here will
want you to secretly drink with her and make you fall in love with her. "But
you're a married man, you can't fall in love with anyone else."

"..."

This man was just teasing him, Chu WanNing wanted to get angry, but this
was the first time in his life he heard Mo Ran say that he was good-looking,
so he could not get angry. He pursed his lips into a cold line and turned his
face away, too lazy to respond to him.
"However, if they really gave this medicine to someone, they would definitely
like them to the point of being miserable, right?" Seeing that the five boxes
of pills were quickly bought, he sighed and shook his head, "What a pity."

Chu WanNing stared at the snow-white wall for a while and then calmly said,
"If it was really love, how could they have the heart to drug them like that?
You're still young, there are some things you don't understand."

I'm still young?

Mo Ran turned his head and laughed until his dimples were deep. "I don't
understand. Does Shizun want to talk about Shi Niang with me again? "

"Get out of here."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

Amidst the laughter, a second item was placed on the display table.
"Yan Mo Xiang Lu." Second House Master introduced in a crisp voice, "It's also
from the Cold Scales Sacred Hand, inside the furnace. This is the latest
brewing of the Frigid Scales Medicinal Dew. All the disciples of Gu Yue Ye sect
have tried it, it's very easy to use. "

A rather cultured monk said. "Ink Fragrance?"

Cultivator B was a little hungry: "Bun Fragrance?"

Another cultivator asked in bewilderment, "Fragrance Dew?"

Chu WanNing pondered for a moment. His eyelashes trembled as he looked

at the five porcelain bottles on the stage, "Yan Mo Xiang Lu... Dream-eating
Yan Mo?"
The Second House Master did not intend to ruin everyone's appetite. Seeing
everyone's confusion, she immediately explained with a smile, "The reason
it's called Yan Mo Xiang Lu is because there's a strange beast that eats dreams
Yan Mo's fingertip blood. As long as a drop was mixed into the tea, it would
last for seven days. This didn't mean much to ordinary cultivators, but due to
the effects of the mental cultivation method and cultivation level, some
Immortals had nightmares and had a hard time sleeping. As time passed, it
was easy for one's cultivation to go berserk. Thus, this Yan Mo Xiang Lu was
the best choice.”

When Chu WanNing heard this, he suddenly recalled his vivid dream from
before. Although it was not a nightmare, it still made him feel uneasy.

The Second House Master still spared no effort to push her medicine: "In
addition, this balsam dew also has the function of regulating spirituality and
assisting practice."

Chu Wanning is still thinking deeply and not being moved.

The Second House Master did her best to push forward her medicine, "Also,
this Yan Mo Fragrance still has the function of regulating spiritual energy and
helping people cultivate."

Chu WanNing was still deep in thought and unmoved.

"If there is a child cultivating at home, Yan Mo Xiang Lu would be extremely

good to them. The Cold Scale Hand Saint thought that teachers would find a
good use for it. He specially made five different flavors out of the five bottles
of Yan Mo Xiang Lu. Red bottle is lychee, yellow bottle is orange, white bottle
is lactose, purple bottle is grape, black bottle is mulberry. These sweet flavors
are extremely pure and taste a hundred times better than ordinary candy.
Furthermore, if you drink them once, they can be left on your lips and teeth
for an entire day. It's very beautiful."
Just as she finished speaking, a silver stick was placed in the private room on
the second floor.

Because the second and third floors were far away, it was inconvenient to bid,
so they all wrote their prices on their silver lots and threw down their lots.
The silver lots, covered in magic spells, would accurately float in front of the
Pavilion Master.

The Second House Master pinched the incoming lot and glanced at it. "…"

At the same time, in the private room, Chu WanNing put down his brush and
leisurely drank his tea. As he watched on, the corners of his mouth twitched.

The The Second House Master's voice rang out from downstairs, "The Sky
Room on the second floor bids five hundred thousand gold, is there anyone
willing to raise the price?"

The moment he said this, the crowd went into an uproar.

Yan Mo Xiang Lu sounded good, but it was not as popular as the Lovers Pill
just now. Five boxes of Lovers Pills sold for 300,000 gold in total, and these
five bottles sold for 500,000 gold.

"It was probably bought by the parents of some young master." Someone
muttered.

"He must be buying it for the young master of a rich family to cultivate."

Some of the cultivators in the crowd, who had suffered from Qi deviation,
steeled their hearts and said, "I'll pay five hundred and fifty thousand for
these five bottles."
"Yan Mo Xiang Lu, the current price is 550,000, do you still have –"

Before The Second House Master could finish her words, another silver straw
slowly floated down from the air. It was once again thrown down from the
elegant seat on the second floor. She took one look and couldn't help but
widen her eyes.

"Sorry everyone, I misunderstood earlier. I have to correct the customer on

the second floor just now by saying that he paid five hundred thousand for
one bottle, for a total of two million and five hundred thousand …"

Only a fool would dare to compete with Chu WanNing for this price. Seeing
his attendant bring in five bottles of Yan Mo Xiang Lu, Mo Ran felt unwell.

2.5 million…

Chu WanNing bought a dessert…

Feeling a ghastly expression on his face, Chu WanNing calmly asked, "What's
wrong?"

"Ahh, haha, it's nothing. I just didn't think that Shizun would like something
like this."

"It’s a child's food, how could I like it? This is for Xia Si Ni."

"..."

He was pretending.

Mo Ran's heart twitched. Let's see how long you can keep it up for.
The items sold were taken out one by one. Although the latter were rare He
took out the items on sale one by one. Although they were rare herbs or
treasures, they were of no value to Mo Ran and Chu WanNing. The two of
them drank their tea while waiting for the appearance of the godly weapon.

Mo Ran leaned against the window. His black clothes wrapped around his slim
waist, making his shoulders seem even wider and his legs longer. He looked
down at the bustling scene below, then raised his head and looked up at Ru
Feng Hall's box.

"Oh right, Shizun, how did uncle settle the matter at Peach Blossom Spring?
You haven't told me in detail."

"Not really. He could not let this matter get out of hand, or he might alert the
enemy. The High Lord knew the truth, but he couldn't reveal it. However, he
had a falling out with Yu Min and brought Shi Mei and Xue Meng back to the
SiSheng Peak. At that time, there was a huge uproar. The disciples of several
sects had all witnessed it. Some of them felt that the Peach Blossom Spring
was unreliable and had already left. That must be the case for this Ye WangXi.
" Chu WanNing finished a piece of Danzhi Flower Cake and reached for a
second piece. "The High Lord said that you've caused trouble and are
currently in the midst of a close meditation at SiSheng Peak. This will more or
less cover up your tracks for a while."

Mo Ran scratched his head: "Sounds like a lot of trouble, it must be really hard
for uncle..."

As she was mumbling, the Pavilion Master of Xuanyuan on the Nine-Layered

Lotus Platform suddenly cleared her throat with a sound amplifying technique.
Her melodious voice, which was as beautiful as the fragments of Kunshan jade,
instantly spread through every inch of the crevice.

"The next item for sale is an extremely rare top quality treasure. It can be
ranked in the top ten places in the auction for three years."
With that one sentence, silence reigned around.

After a while, it was as if a spoonful of water had been poured into a hot pan
of oil. Almost everyone had a glint in their eyes as they whispered to each
other.

The Xuan Yuan Pavilion could rank in the top ten of the three years' worth of
items sold. What rank of treasure was this? For many people, not to mention
buying such an item, it was a great fortune to be able to see it for themselves
once in their lives. The buyers were getting more and more agitated, and the
tension in the air was almost palpable.

The people below were all looking forward to it. The people in the room also
opened their eyes and looked at the lotus seat.

Mo Ran said softly, "Is it the divine weapon ‘Guila’?"

Chu Wanning did not speak.

Along with another split open at the center of the stone platform, the clear
voice of the second pavilion master of the Xuanyuan Pavilion echoed in the
air.

"Please come up to this precious item, the Butterfly Demon."

"What?"

Mo Ran was surprised, his hand suddenly pinched the window: "It's not the
divine weapon?!"

Chu WanNing also did not expect this to happen. He stood up and walked
over to Mo Ran's side, and they both looked down the stairs. A stone couch
slowly rose up from the center of the lotus throne. On the bed, eight shackles,
each as thick as a wrist, were placed over each other, locking onto a struggling
living being. However, the creature was completely covered by the felt, and
for a moment, no one was able to clearly see what was underneath it.

But this did not affect the boiling and exciting atmosphere at all.

"Butterfly demon", regardless of appearance, her name was already

renowned throughout the world.

During the primordial era, the heavens and earth weren't separated. The
demons and humans lived together on the cultivation world. At that time,
there was a group of demons called the "Butterfly Clan". Their martial
prowess was not high, but their bodies contained extremely large amounts of
spiritual energy. Eating the flesh and blood of the Butterfly Demon Clan, or
dual cultivating with them can greatly increase one's cultivation. Those
without spiritual roots can instantly reach Foundation Establishment, and
those with spiritual roots can even directly become a Grandmasters. Because
of this, the Butterfly Bone Clan was exterminated miserably in the early stages
of the war. They were either captured and taken as slaves, or they were
directly killed to eat their flesh and drink their blood.

Nowadays, there is no real butterfly clan in the world, but in the vast sea of
people, there will still be descendants of the Butterfly Demon blood. Most of
them had absolutely no effect, and were no different from ordinary
cultivators. However, there were still very few people who would want to
return to their ancestors. Although their flesh and blood weren't as powerful
as their ancestors back in the prehistoric times, they could still greatly
enhance the talents of cultivators.

These people are called "beautiful butterfly bone people" which has two
meanings:

Bed. Or banquet.
It means that they can be placed between pillows or eaten alive. The former
and the latter depend on the buyer's preferences.

The cultivation world did not treat the people of the Butterfly Bone Clan as
"humans". Although they were no different from ordinary people, they still
defined them as "commodities" due to their own selfish desires. Therefore,
although the sale of the butterfly bone beauties was horrifying, it did not
offend any taboos.

However, a grandmaster like Chu Wanning had an ugly expression on his face.

"Gu Yue Ye didn't get this butterfly demon, it was consigned for sale.
Therefore, the Xuanyuan Pavilion will receive 30% of the transaction gold as
a commission. I ask that all immortal lords account for the amount when
bidding, and act accordingly."

After The Second House Master finished speaking, she snapped her fingers
and the blanket covering the bed fell off.

Silence reigned within the pavilion.

Everyone was focused on the body on the stone bed that was chained. In the
vast Xuanyuan Pavilion, one could almost hear the sound of breathing and
heartbeats.

She was a young woman with a delicate body and skin as white as snow. Her
long silky hair that was like silk draped over her bare body was completely red.
Only a layer of transparent gauze covered her body, causing her plump body
to slightly tremble. She was like a newly frozen snow, a jade soaked in water
that emitted a gentle luster under the light.

The eight iron chains tightly bound her delicate body, and as she struggled
and clanked, she easily aroused the lust of the men. Even a person with
countless experience would unhesitatingly admit that this woman was an
exceptional person in the world.

"Superb quality. A female butterfly beauty in her prime. " The Second House
Master smiled sweetly as she stepped forward and untied a chain. Before the
woman could resist, she had already grabbed her wrist with lightning speed
and raised it up in the air. She's a virgin. "

The girl was holding the snow-white cloth in her mouth, but she couldn't say
a single word. Only large tears rolled down her face. Those golden tears
undoubtedly signified the ancestry of her clan.

The atmosphere made it seem as if Xuanyuan pavilion was not filled with
cultivators, but rather a pack of hungry wolves that were salivating, greedily
eyeing their prey.

'Bang! 'a loud sound was heard.

Chu WanNing retracted his cold gaze and looked at Mo Ran.

He saw that Mo Ran's face was pale, his fingernails digging into the wood, and
he had broken a corner of the window sill.

"What's wrong?"

"No … Nothing." Mo Ran took a deep breath and calmed himself down with
difficulty. He shook his head at Chu WanNing, "I feel like trading living people
like this is... Very disgusting."

He was not telling the truth.

Out of the corner of his eye, he stealthily glanced at the butterfly demon's
body.
This woman was the number one beauty that he had married in his previous
life after ascending the peak to become the emperor —

Song Qiutong!

81. This Venerable One’s Bugui!

At the same time, in a private room on the third floor of the Confucian School
of Wind, Ye WangXi stood by the carved wooden fence carved with wooden
patterns. His brows were furrowed, and his lips were pressed into a thin line.

"Lord Ye, Elder Xu told us to buy that godly weapon. If you really want to buy
the Butterfly Bone Beauty seat, I'm afraid you won't have enough money left
…"

"No worries, I'll go out myself."

Seeing that Ye WangXi was insistent, they looked at each other and did not
utter another word.

The second pavilion Master of the Xuan Yuan Pavilion said, "The
Butterfly Demon Beauty's bid is worth ten million gold. Immortal kings can
raise the bid to ten million gold coins."

"Eleven million."

"Twelve million.”
The commotion on the first floor increased for a while and the price quickly
rose.

"Nineteen million!"
"I bid 25 million!"

The sudden rise of six million caused quite a few cultivators to sigh in joy, and
they all shook their heads and sat down. At this time, the silver straws from
the several elegant seats on the second floor all landed in front of the Pavilion
Master of Xuanyuan Pavilion. he swiftly received them one by one.

He placed them between his fingers in order, and like a fan opening, he
opened up the silver straws with prices written on them.

"The highest under you." After the Second House Shizun read the letter, he
said in an incomparably clear voice, "The number one seat of the Mysterious
Character is priced at thirty-five million."

"Thirty-five million?!"

Everyone took a deep breath and turned around to look at the Mysterious
Room on the second floor. The lights were dim and the silver curtains were
flying in the air. They could not see who was sitting inside.

"350,000 is enough to buy a palace on the Immortal Island."

"Who bid? This is too outrageous …."

"They're so rich, they must be from one of the ten great sects. I wonder which
sect they are from?"

Chu WanNing closed his eyes. Upon hearing the bid, he asked Mo Ran, "Do
you have enough money on you?"

"I didn't bring enough!" Unexpectedly, he met Song Qiutong here. Mo Ran
was extremely shocked and only regained his senses when he heard Chu
WanNing call out to him. He asked cautiously, "What does Shizun want?"
"Buy her."

Mo Ran's eyes widened as he waved his hand, "We can't buy it, we can't buy
it. This woman is just a burden, where should we put her? In the future, we
will need to rent an extra horse for the journey, as well as book an extra room
for sleeping. No need, I won't buy it."
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"Who said they were going to travel with her? After buying her, you can just
let her go free. " Chu WanNing opened his eyes and stretched out his hand,
"Take the money."

Mo Ran covered his purse tightly, "No, no!"

"I'll return it to you when we get back."

"This is the money for buying a godly weapon!"

"Don’t you already have a weapon? What do you need another godly weapon
for? Take the money! "

"..."

This Song Qiutong, when he first met her in his previous life, she was already
a disciple of the Ru Feng Sect. At that time, Mo Ran butchered the city and
judging from her appearance, she seemed to be a disciple of some sort,
causing his heart to stir as he spared his life. Later on, he saw that she was
obedient and obedient, and her personality was extremely similar to Shi Mei.

However, this was one of the most regretful decisions that Mo Ran had ever
made.

Seeing that this cold-faced and kind-hearted fellow wanted to buy her, how
could Mo Ran agree? This woman wasn’t even worth four copper coins, much
less forty million.
That's not right! But he didn't care about the forty million!

The two of them were in a deadlock when they suddenly saw a lot of gold
coins floating down from the third floor.

Capping the cap!

There was no need to write on it, one lot was equivalent to fifty million gold.
Once the price was reported down, practically no one would have the
strength to compete with it. Therefore, it was also known as the "crowning
stick".

The crowd was stunned for a moment before they burst into an uproar.

"Ru Feng Sect!"

"The Ru Feng Sect has issued a crowning card!"

Chu WanNing no longer bothered with Mo Ran who was clutching his purse
tightly and turned to look outside. From his vantage point, he was able to see
the third floor's first room. Ye Wangxi was a lazy person, and he had already
tied up Xuanyuan Pavilion's Snow Moon Academy to ensure the privacy of the
guests. He stood with his hands behind his back, next to the carved railing.

His expression was solemn, his handsome face did not have any other
expression. He glanced at the noisy scene below and seemed to be speechless.
He turned around and walked into the depths of the private room.

"Shizun, you can rest assured. This Young Master Ye is living with me at Peach
Blossom Spring. I know him well. He is a kind man, and he would not do
anything heartless if he bought the Sphenoid Bone Beauty Seat."

In a private room on the third floor of the third floor, Ye Wangxi sat down at
a table covered with gold and silver embroidered leaves and poured himself
a cup of fragrant tea. When the tea was finished, there was a knock at the
door.

Ye Chong spoke in a gentle and proper tone, "Come in."

"Immortal Ye, I have brought the sphenoid bone beauty seat over for you.
Please take it as a test."

"Thank you for your trouble. You can leave now."

The Xuan Yuan Pavilion's maid left, and the room was quiet for a while. The
hands and feet of the butterfly bone beauty were bound by the forbidden
spell as he knelt on the ground, his eyes revealing his shock, trembling and
terrified. A pair of peach blossom eyes were miserably crying, a faint red blush
on his tail, causing people's hearts to palpitate.

However, when Ye WangXi glanced at her, his clear eyes did not have any
distracting thoughts in them. he lifted his hand and released the restriction in
the air.

"The ground is cold, and the girl is frightened. Sit down and have a cup of hot
tea. "

"..." The sphenoid bone lady was trembling as she opened her glass-like eyes.
Her body was still curled up as she dared not speak or move.

With a sigh, Ye WangXi ordered his left and right attendants to take a cloak
and pass it to her.

"Don't worry miss, I didn't ransom the girl for cultivation. You should wear
this set of clothes first.

"You … You …"

Seeing that she still did not move, Ye WangXi's cowardly look was quite pitiful.
he bitterly smiled and shook his head before squatting down on one knee,
standing at the same position as her.

"My name is Ye WangXi, may I ask lady's name?"

"I... My surname is Song." She hesitated and looked at Ye WangXi, her eyes
were hazy and she looked wronged, "My daughter, Song Qiutong, thanks,
Lord Ye..."

Downstairs, Mo Ran thought to himself.

When he had met Song Qiutong in his previous life, she was already a disciple
of the Ru Feng Sect. It was likely that she had been saved by Ye Wang during
the Xuanyuan Pavilion auction.

The Butterfly Bone Beauty would not be treated as a normal person. However,
once one became a disciple of a certain immortal sect, that was a completely
different story.

Mo Ran sighed in his heart. He did not have a deep understanding of Ye

WangXi, he only knew that this person was very righteous and was the most
powerful person in the world apart from Chu Wanning. When he was
slaughtering the seventy-two cities, he had fought against Ye WangXi once.
That surging sword art and the overwhelming aura was really unforgettable.

The 72 cities were awe-inspiring, and Mo Ran had effortlessly taken all the
other Immortal cities into his hands. In his eyes, the long and famous name of
the Elegant Wind City's lords were nothing more than grass to him.

Only Ye WangXi remained. The seven cities that he had guarded had not been
able to be attacked for a long time. Even if the city was destroyed in the end,
this person would still remain calm and unmoved as he knelt amongst the
rugged bones covered in blood.
At that time, the Sect Leader Nangong of the Ru Feng Sect had already
escaped. Many people were kowtowing and begging for forgiveness. They
were begging for Mo Ran a path for them to live.

However, Ye WangXi frowned and closed his eyes, his expression was cold
and cruel.

Mo Ran remembered that before he killed him, he had asked him, "Will you
surrender?"

"I won't surrender."

Mo Ran smiled. He sat on High Lord Ju Feng's throne of golden dragons and
phoenixes, his eyelashes fluttering as his eyes swept across the black mass of
people. Putting aside the ordinary disciples, six or seven of the City Lords and
over a dozen Protectors all prostrated themselves in the dust, trembling with
fear.

There were jackdaws circling in the leaden sky, blood-red banners fluttering.
Mo Ran raised his hand and said, "Kill them all."

Before he died, Ye WangXi had said, "In all the 70 cities, not a single man was
a man."

The bloody light oppressed the heavens.

With the newly acquired beauty Song Qiutong in his arms, the peerless
beauty's face was like golden paper. Looking at the Shura of hell in front of
her, her soft body couldn't help but shiver.

"Good girl, you're not afraid. Not afraid. From now on, you will follow me. "
Mo Ran stroked her hair and smiled. "Come, tell me again, what's your name?
What was he originally doing in the Ru Feng Sect? I only heard it once, and I'm
not familiar with it yet. "

"This one’s name is... Song Qiutong." she said fearfully, "So …I was under Ye
WangXi's tutelage... a maid …"

Servants of Ye WangXi's sect. That was his answer at the time.

However, Mo Ran did not know why Song Qiutong, as a butterfly bone beauty,
had become a disciple of the Ru Feng Sect and how Ye WangXi had taken her
in as his maid. It was only today, after his rebirth, that he came to the
Xuanyuan Pavilion and finally understood that it was Ye WangXi who had used
his daughter to save her from being treated like a wolf by others.

However, there were people who knew that Ye Wangxi was defeated by Mo
Ran Sword due to a large part of the reason.

As he thought about this, Mo Ran couldn't help but frown, his hatred for Song
Qiutong increased a bit — it was probably because he had been obsessed with
her that he felt that this woman was similar to Shi Mei.

"The last item to be sold in this auction is a masterless Divine Weapon."

Second House Shizun slowly explained, interrupting Mo Ran's train of thought,
"This Divine Weapon isn't owned by Gu Yue Ye, it's also for consignment."

Every time a treasure was auctioned, it would reveal a bit of the news before
the start of the auction. Thus, compared to the intense reaction of the
"Butterfly Bone Beauty Seat", the cultivators below were much calmer even
though they were eager to give it a try.

The white jade lotus opened again, and a silver satin box with the pattern of
the Sun, Moon, and Mountains, carried on the stone platform, slowly floated
up.
The embroidered box was long and narrow, and the embroidery on its surface
was extremely exquisite. Those who were familiar with it would be able to tell
at a glance that the golden line totem was from the most famous embroidery
workshop in the country. Putting aside the martial arts inside, just this box
alone was already worth a hundred gold.

"This godly weapon was discovered at the Monarch's Hill. Its previous master
has already died. With the certification of our Xuanyuan Pavilion, Divine
Martial Realm has not recognized a new master. " Second House Master
paused before continuing, "As everyone knows, all weapons of the Divine
Martial Realm have engravings on them. But this time, due to the fact that
the owner of the sword has been dead for many years, the words on the
weapon have been worn out.”

Someone muttered, "Since you've said so much, why haven't you opened the
box yet?"

"Aiyo, forget it. It's good that you're used to it. Isn't Xuanyuan Pavilion's usual
style just like this? First let's talk a little nonsense, then we can show everyone
the goods. "

"That's true."

Mo Ran thought it was funny and turned his head to say a few words to Chu
WanNing. But when he turned around, he saw Chu WanNing frowning, his
slender fingers supporting his forehead, his face as pale as frost. He jumped
in shock and hurriedly asked, "Shizun, what's wrong?"

"Suddenly... I feel uncomfortable."

"Why are you feeling uncomfortable? Are you feeling cold again?" Mo Ran
walked over and touched his forehead, "It's not hot either."

"..." Chu WanNing shook his head without a word, looking dispirited.
Mo Ran did not know what to do, so he could only say, "Let me pour you a
cup of tea." As he spoke, he filled a cup with hot tea. After thinking for a
moment, he poured a bit of Yan Mo Fragrance that he had just bid for into
the cup.

The Frigid Scaled Holy Hand's medicine was renowned throughout the world.
After drinking the tea mixed with Yan Mo Xiang Lu, Chu WanNing's
complexion improved, and he no longer looked as bad as before. He raised
his eyes and went back to watching the auction. Mo Ran tidied up the tea set
and poured a second cup for him.

"The Xuanyuan Pavilion was unable to find out the full name of this Divine
Martial Realm, but because of some coincidence, they returned to the world.
Therefore, we have temporarily come up with a name, and call it 'Return'. "

Finally, there was someone who couldn't take it anymore and shouted from
below, "Pavilion Master, after saying so much, you should be keeping us in
suspense. Quickly open the box and let us see what this Divine Martial Art
looks like."

The Second House Master of the Xuan Yuan Pavilion smiled slightly,
"Immortal, do not be anxious. According to the rules of the cultivation world,
after the original owner of the Divine Martial Army dies, the weapon should
be owned by his descendants in accordance with his blood ties. The Return
was discovered at the unmarked cemetery, so I have no way of knowing the
identity of the original owner. However, once the box is opened, everyone
can release your spiritual energy to sense it. If there is anyone who has a
connection with the Divine Martial Realm, they are the blood relatives of the
weapon's original owner. Then, there would be no need for any bids, and the
'Return' would naturally belong to him. "

"Hahaha, how could there be such a coincidence in this world?"

Most of the cultivators in the plaza began to laugh.

"Yeah, it's almost impossible."

"But if we don't try it, then we might as well try our luck."

Second House Master smiled as she looked at the people below the stage,
saying in a clear voice, "Not bad, trying your luck is always good. Immortals,
please focus your attention. The door will be opened soon."

With a snap of his fingers, two disciples of Gu Yue Ye, both of whom were
fifteen or sixteen years old, flew up onto the lotus throne. Their slender hands
were as tender as jade as they placed them on the box, and each of them held
a crystal key, carefully inserting it into the lock.

With two cracking sounds, the lock fell off.

Seeing this unlocking scene, Mo Ran suddenly thought of the scene where he
got the 'hell' in the Golden Elixir Pool. At that time, he had said that only those
who loved each other deeply could have such long-lasting love. However, he
did not know why the brocade box would be opened in Chu WanNing's hands.

The surrounding people held their breath. Countless pairs of eyes hidden
under their hoods stared at the narrow box. The lid of the box was slowly
opened, and the tense atmosphere in the air became extremely tense, just
like a fully drawn bow. The pavilion, which was filled with thousands of people,
was so quiet that even the sound of hair falling to the ground could be heard.

Everyone's eyes were fixated on the old sharp edge that was revealed by the
box. Whether it was greed, curiosity, or admiration …

Only the moment he saw the weapon in the box, he opened his eyes wide,
and the color of his blood disappeared.
He had already lived for two lifetimes. In his previous life, he had possessed
two divine mights and had exchanged blows with more than ten Divine
Martial masters. He had thought that he would be completely unaffected by
the things that Xuanyuan Po had taken out to bid for this time.

But he was wrong.

"The Divine Martial has returned." Second House Master's clear voice broke
the silence, "Mo Dao's form is four feet long and three inches wide. It is
sheathless, completely black, and does not reflect light in the daytime. "

The fingers of Mo Ran trembled slightly, and the two words were almost
blurted out when they came into contact with his lips.

"I won't return …"

No return...

The incident at the Blue Wild Zhu Bridge that year, yet another year would
pass since the beginning of time.

——

"Mo Ran, you have a godly weapon, but why do you want me to seal off its
consciousness and not give it a name?"

"Shizun, disciple doesn't have much knowledge. I can only name him once.
I'm afraid that I'm going to have a bad time, and my future usage will not be
good. "

"A-Ran, why hasn't this blade of yours thought of a name yet? We can't always
call it 'Blade' or 'Blade'."
"No problem, just think about it slowly. This is a godly weapon, I want to give
it the most pleasant title, only then can I match it, hahaha. "

Later on, Shi Mei died.

Mo Ran had wanted Chu WanNing to release the seal, he wanted to give his
martial arts the title of 'Bright and Clean'.

However, at that time, Chu WanNing said that because he was fighting against
the ghost realm and had damaged his spiritual energy, he did not have the
strength to release the forbidden spell on his blade. Thus, this matter was left
unsettled.

After that, Mo Ran and Chu WanNing had completely broken off their
relationship. Mo Ran did not want to beg him to release the seal, so the
bloody blade that was stained with blood had remained nameless even after
so many years. However, this was no longer important. At that time, everyone
in the world knew of the sword that he used to drink his blood.

In the end.

Chu WanNing was also dead.

Along with him, the Forbidden Spell that had been sealed on Mo Ran Blade
for more than ten years disappeared.

That night, Mo Ran drank a lot of Pear Blossom White, so he was somewhat
drunk. As he caressed the cold blade, he felt neither happy nor sad. He flicked
the blade and listened to the drumbeats inside. The crabapple blossoms were
extremely cold. Lying on the roof of the Wu Mountain Hall, he laughed from
joy to madness.
He also did not remember whether he had shed tears that night, but when he
woke up in the morning, that nameless blade that had been nameless for over
ten years had two cold words engraved on it.

"No return."

Jun Bugui.

No more.

But why would this weapon that he had fought a hundred times in his past
life appear in the world after his rebirth, and why would it appear in Xuanyuan
Pavilion's auction?!

Before Mo Ran could think too much, the thousands of cultivators in the plaza
all released their respective spiritual currents, fighting to sense each other.

Mo Ran: "..."

Since he did not want to return, then since Mo Ran was here, other than him,
there was no other person in the world who could use this blade.

But did its appearance have anything to do with the little beast that was
hiding behind the scenes? If there was a connection, the person who released
Bugui clearly knew that Mo Ran and Chu Wanning were tracking him down,
so his goal was definitely not to test out who had an Exquisite Spiritual Body.

What did he want to do now?!

Also, is this Undying Blade real? Or was it just like those forgeries in the
Golden Elixir, just a bait?

With this question in mind, Mo Ran slightly probed out some of the spiritual
currents.
If he wasn't faking it, then there would definitely be some sort of resonance
between them. If this echo was too obvious, then people would notice it, just
a little bit …

However, just as he released a very weak strand of spiritual power, he

suddenly heard a muffled groan from behind him.

"... Shizun?! "

His snow-white clothes were spread out like smoke, and his handsome face
was even paler than snow. The eyelashes fell, and his eyes were tightly shut,
as if he had suffered some sort of chronic illness. At this moment, he had
fainted.

Mo Ran never expected such a thing to happen. He turned pale with fright,
withdrawing the spiritual force that he had returned from his probing,
running back to Chu WanNing and picking him up, "Shizun, what's wrong with
you?"
82. This venerable one can't believe it
Outside the Fragrant Inn on Linling Island, the Lady Boss wore green and red.
her snow-white wrists were covered with a bunch of lily-white pearls and her
waist was as slender as a willow tree. She was leaning against the door,
brawling with a snake's gall.

Every time Xuanyuan Pavilion auctioned, the number of people who came to
stay at her inn was always the largest, because her beauty and intelligence
would cause trouble. Her pair of black and white clear eyes would be able to
guess what the customer wanted.

At this time, the sun was high in the sky, and after noon, the Lady Boss spat
on the melon seeds. But I don't mind doing it,
The Immortal Kings would always have to eat dinner before leaving.

The Lady Boss brushed off the skin on her skirt and turned around to call out
to the shop assistant. "Er Fu, clean the tables and chairs in the main hall again.

She then took out a basket of snake gall seeds and placed a plate on each
table. “We need to prepare for tonight's business. "

"Okay, shopkeeper. I will go and get it now." The clerk ran off.

The Lady Boss smiled with satisfaction. She had suntanned enough and
finished eating the melon seeds, so she wanted to return to the shop to
supervise the workers.

Suddenly, she saw a black and white silhouette rapidly approaching from the
end of the road. When it got closer, he realized that it was a handsome looking
black-clothed immortal. He carried a person in his arms and rushed into his
inn, burning with anxiety.

"Storehouse! Storehouse! Storehouse!"

"..."

It was probably because of his abrupt appearance and his strange behavior.
The waiter at the head of the store was shocked. He opened his mouth wide
for a long time, unable to recover from the shock.

Mo Ran angrily retorted, "Stay at the restaurant! Are you deaf? Where's the
shopkeeper! "

"Aiyo, Immortal." A young woman's voice sounded from behind him, with an
apologetic smile on his face, it sounded like it would make one's hair stand on
end, so Mo Ran suddenly turned around and faced the Lady Boss's eight faced
smile, "Sorry to trouble you. My second son is a newcomer. If you need
anything, you can look for me. I'm the shopkeeper. "

Mo Ran raised his pitch-black eyebrows and hurriedly ordered, "Stay at the
store!"

However, because he was in a hurry while he was walking, his hat had already
fallen off, revealing a young and exquisite handsome face. However, this was
not the most important point, the most important point was that on his wrist,
there was a brocade bag embroidered with the Black Tortoise totem, which
was the Cosmos Sack that Xuanyuan Pavilion had given to the guests after
selling their goods.

Rich.

A light flashed through the Lady Boss's eyes.

Very rich.

He took another look at the person in his arms. Due to the big head covering
him, his face was leaning towards the inside, so he couldn't show his
appearance clearly. However, the Lady Boss's gaze was extremely vicious.

Thin and long, skin like a porcelain tire, pointed fingers, distinct bones.

Beautiful.

The Lady Boss instantly understood.

Although he was a handsome man, dual cultivation among cultivators was not
a rare occurrence, so there was nothing strange about it.
"Great fortune, get a room." The Lady Boss reacted quickly. She didn't ask any
further questions and just snapped her fingers. "The most comfortable room,
Sun and Moon."

Chu WanNing's illness was fierce and did not have any forewarning.
Fortunately, this was Gu Yue Ye's territory, so he grabbed a handful of them
with his Holy Medicinal Hand. Mo Ran invited the doctor to give his the vein.

The Immortal Gate doctor with a deep cultivation base closed his eyes, his
callused fingers touched Chu Wanning's wrist, silent for a long time.

Mo Ran couldn't help but ask, "Doctor, how is my Shizun?"

"It's not a big problem, but …"

The people he hated the most were people who spoke in all sorts of ways. Mo
Ran's eyes widened. "But what about it?"

"However, this old man feels that something is strange. Your Shizun's
cultivation level is high, and it is rarely seen in this world. But after a careful
examination, we found that his spirit core is extremely fragile, and can't even
compare to the little cultivator who just entered Foundation Establishment. "

If cultivation was compared to water, the spirit core was like a container for
carrying water.

Spirit cores were innately born, and cultivation was slowly built up the day
after tomorrow. Therefore, the stronger the innate spirit cores, the easier it
was to cultivate. However, once one reached a certain cultivation level, they
would be able to give back their Spiritual Cores, so it was common for the two
of them to complement each other.
For a Grandmaster like Chu Wanning, the amount of spiritual cores he had
must be very high, so ordinary doctors would not pay too much attention to
this when checking his pulse.

"How is that possible?!"

"This old man thinks it's impossible as well. So it's been repeated several times,
but it's been repeated time after time. "

"My Shizun's core can't even compare to that of a Foundation Establishment

cultivator? How … how is this possible, it's simply a joke! Doctor, take a closer
look, could there be a mistake somewhere? "

"This old man has always been a cautious doctor. Since he said it, he must
have a 100% chance of success. If this little deity doesn't believe it, then I will.
Find someone else to examine his spirit core, and the result will be the same.
"

Mo Ran was stunned.

The doctor said, "It is precisely because your Shizun's spirit core is extremely
weak that he must have suffered from some powerful weapon's perception.
That weapon's attribute should have some resonance with him, but it is not
something he possesses. That was why he had suffered a backlash and his
spirit core could not handle it. That was why he was in a coma. The old man
concocted some soup for him, and after taking it, he took a lot of rest."

After sending off the doctor, Mo Ran sat on the edge of Chu WanNing's bed,
holding his cheeks in a daze for a long time.

Weak Spiritual Cores?

How was this possible …

However, that old man did not know what would happen in Xuanyuan, but to
be able to accurately tell that Chu WanNing had encountered a powerful
weapon before, he did not seem like he was lying.

In addition, there was also "No Return". Mo Ran had only released a little bit
of his spirit energy during their meeting in Xuanyuan, but Chu Wanning had
suddenly felt something strange and had fainted. Therefore, he did not have
the time to determine whether or not that blade really was the godly weapon
from his previous life. If so, why did "No Return" resonate with Chu WanNing?
They would even backfire on Chu WanNing?

He was lost in thought as he stared at Chu WanNing. After an unknown period

of time, the person on the bed seemed to have suffered from a nightmare.
His beautiful eyebrows were knitted together, and his eyelashes trembled
uncontrollably.

For some unknown reason, even he himself did not know why, but Mo Ran
reached out his hand and caressed the center of his brows. "Shizun …"

"..."

"Shizun... Chu WanNing... After living for two lifetimes, could it be that there
are still secrets in you that I do not know about?"

The shopkeeper quickly finished boiling the medicine in the kitchen and
brought it to Mo Ran.

He tasted it and found that it was indeed bitter. It was the taste that Chu
WanNing hated the most. Mo Ran sighed and called out to the woman who
was about to leave.

"Shopkeeper, do you have any sweets?"

"Sigh... The candy in the store was all done cooking and had been used up for
the day. However, if the Immortal Lord wants it, I'll send someone to buy it
on the street. "

Mo Ran looked at the steaming soup and shook his head, "Then forget it, the
longer the time it takes, the colder it becomes, and drinking it will be of no
use. Thank you very much."

"Ah, there's no need to be so polite Immortal. Just call me whatever you

need."

With that, the manager tactfully left, closing the door behind him.

He placed the medicine on the bed and sat back on the bed. He put one hand
on his lap and helped Chu WanNing up, "Shizun, I've taken the medicine."

Feeding him medicine was something he was used to in his previous life. Mo
Ran picked him up and let Chu WanNing lean into his embrace. He scooped
up a spoonful of the medicine and blew on it to cool it before placing it in Chu
WanNing's mouth.

This was the second time he had taken care of him since he was reborn, but
he didn't know why, even though he hated this person, he was still nervous
when he saw that he was sick.

"Bitter …"

Even though the person in his arms was still unconscious, he could still sense
something. He frowned and turned his face away, refusing to drink anymore.

This move, Mo Ran, was extremely familiar. He raised the spoon and pulled
him back. He said patiently, "There's still one mouthful. Just drink it and it will
be good. Come."
As he spoke, he handed over another spoonful.

Chu WanNing coughed half way through the drink, but his frown deepened.

"So bitter..."

"It's sweet, sweet. The next spoonful is sweet, come, come."

"Err …"

"Next spoon! Guaranteed! It's so sweet you can't believe it! This is the
sweetest sweet juice in the world that I've ever ordered people to find! " After
coaxing him until he didn't even know who he was, Mo Ran glided over the
words from his previous life, "It's really delicious. If youdon't open your mouth,
you’ll regret it."

After gulping down the last spoonful, Mo Ran breathed a sigh of relief. Just as
he was about to clean up, a white shadow flashed in front of him. Before he
could react, his face was slapped with a "Pa" sound.

"Liar, get lost!"

After Chu WanNing finished his sentence, he tilted his head and fell asleep
again. Mo Ran, who had been slapped for no reason, gaped his mouth and
held his face in his hands, feeling wronged. Just as he was about to explode,
the person in his arms let out a muffled groan. It seemed that he had dreamt
of something extremely uncomfortable, and his face became even more
unsightly.

Seeing him in such a state, Mo Ran did not have much of a temper. There
were no sweets left or right. Seeing that the Cosmic Bag was still lying on the
bed, he took out a bottle of incense and revealed it. He patted Chu WanNing
on the cheek, neither light nor heavy, a form of revenge.
"Lie down alone for a while. I'll go pour some water for you to drink with the
sweet fragrance of the dew."

"..."

Seeing that Chu WanNing was quiet, Mo Ran carried him back to the pillow.
Unexpectedly, when he was close, he heard the old man quietly gasping for
breath, and then muttered: "Yes … Thank you …"

Mo Ran was stunned. "What?"

Chu WanNing's eyes were tightly shut, his fan-like eyelashes were trembling
uncontrollably. he seemed to be suppressing a great deal of pain, the color of
his blood slowly fading away. He had obviously fallen into another dream, an
even more terrifying and sinister dream. He shook his head slightly.
Unexpectedly, a trace of sadness appeared on his usually ice-cold face.

"I... It's me..."

For a moment, Mo Ran felt his heart stop. A strange feeling rose up in his
chest, as if some secret was right in front of him, just the last layer of gauze
left to cover him, and he was about to figure it out. He couldn't help but stare
at Chu WanNing and whisper, "It's you what?"

"It's me... Thin... You …"

For a moment, he lost his consciousness. Perhaps the candle flame was too
dim, causing others to misjudge it. Mo Ran saw a flash of water in Chu
WanNing's thick eyelashes.

I'm the one who betrayed you.

These four words were as light as mist when they came out of the ruler's
mouth. When they entered his ears, it was as shocking as a thunderclap.
Mo Ran abruptly bounced up from the bed and his entire body froze! His
pupils contracted as he stared at the handsome face of the person on the bed
in disbelief. His expression instantly changed, his heart was as shocked as if
an army of thousands of horses had galloped across it, his hand formed a fist,
and his blood seemed to boil in an instant, then condense into profound ice
in the blink of an eye.

"What did you say? You …"

After a moment of shock, Mo Ran suddenly grabbed onto Chu WanNing's

throat, his eyes were tyrannical, the childish innocence he pretended to be
after his rebirth was gone. “Chu WanNing, what did you say just now?"

"Say that again! Say it again! "

I'm the one who betrayed you, and I don't blame you for dying.

This was a curse that he would never forget, a nightmare that had tormented
him for two lifetimes.

How many times had he closed his eyes? Those four words had filled his ears
with a sigh, but the person who had spoken was no longer in the human world.

However, this sentence was clearly spoken by Chu WanNing in his previous
life until his death. Why did he … why did he …

Could it be that Chu WanNing had also been reborn?

83. This venerable one wants you
Mo Ran's eyes turned blood-red at this crazy thought. His body trembled and
he lost all sense of reason. He held onto Chu WanNing's throat tightly, roaring
as he interrogated.
As long as he said the second half of the sentence, as long as he said the words
"I will not complain even if I die.” Then it must be … It must be …

"Ugh!"

A groan was heard in his ear, Chu WanNing was unable to breathe, his face
was flushed and his struggle finally subsided.

Suddenly, he reacted and let go of his hand. Chu Wanning fell back onto the
bed, with the five scars on his neck looking horrifying. Gradually, he
summoned back Mo Ran spirit soul.

"..." He opened his mouth, wanting to call his Shizun, but he could not. He
wanted to call Chu WanNing, but he also could not make a sound. As he
hesitated, he said hoarsely, "You …"

His throat was dry and thirsty as if it had been burned. Mo Ran swallowed his
saliva with difficulty and slightly recovered his consciousness. Yesterday, all
sorts of things passed by in front of his eyes. Chu WanNing had never been
abnormal in this life, he was definitely not reborn.

Then why did he say the last words of his previous life before he died at this
moment, "It was I who betrayed you?”

Wasn't this sentence that Chu WanNing had no choice but to tell Xue Meng
in order to protect those hypocritical cultivators?

He had always been unwilling to believe that Chu WanNing would ever admit
his mistake and speak a soft word to him. In any case, Chu WanNing must be
lying to him. He must not like Chu Yu. Anyway, this master of his had never
looked down on him and had never truly treated him sincerely.

He didn't regret murdering his teacher in the slightest.

Not at all.

Mo Ran turned his face away and slowly closed his eyes.

He did not want to stay here any longer. What did it have to do with him
whether Chu Wanning lived or died?

He turned to leave.

He wanted to leave.

However, he couldn't move his feet.

I'm the one who betrayed you.

The memory of that cold and handsome face dripping with blood, in the end,
appeared somewhat gentle. Beside the Heavenly Lake of Kunlun, the person
slowly raised his hand in a pool of blood. His fingertip touched his forehead.
His finger was already cold, but there was warmth in his phoenix eyes.
However, at that time, Mo Ran 1thought that he had seen wrongly.

There was no blame for it.

Chu WanNing said softly, tears and blood trickling from his eyes.

"Mo Ran..."

The person on the bed was murmuring in his dreams. The two light voices
caused the person being called to tremble. When he came back to his senses,
Mo Ran was already standing beside the bed, leaning against the wall with
one hand, staring at Chu WanNing's pale face.

Those thin and watery lips slightly parted and closed, and another sound
entered his ears.
"Mo Ran..."

He closed his eyes, frowned, and inserted his fingertips into the hard and cold
floral pear board. He seemed to be trying his best to restrain something. In
the end, he could not hold it in and said hoarsely, "Chu WanNing, are you
sincere?"

"Do you mean what you say?"

The pain in his chest was so intense that it felt like it was about to burst. Since
Chu WanNing was not reborn, he could only say such words now because
from then on, he felt like he had treated him shamelessly and guiltily.

Is it true?

Chu WanNing was only talking in his sleep, so he would not answer him.
However, Mo Ran was still waiting for an answer.

"..."

He closed his eyes and waited for a while, but there was no movement. Mo
Ran sighed and slowly raised the curtain of his eyelashes.

However, he was caught off guard and met with a pair of misty phoenix eyes.

With his eyes half open, he was about to wake up and go to sleep.

At some point, Chu WanNing had opened his eyes, but from his expression, it
could be seen that his consciousness was not clear. He only woke up
temporarily from his torment. Those eyes of the night sky were still empty, as
if thousands of years had passed.
The night sky was usually as sharp as a thunderbolt and rarely had there been
such a moment of loss.

The person lying there was actually so beautiful with less light than usual. His
eyes were tinged with a hint of red, and he just looked at him without any
defense.

Mo Ran's heart skipped a beat and he felt his throat tighten. he whispered,
"You …"

This scene was too similar to the scene in his previous life where he was
making love to Chu WanNing. Mo Ran's thoughts trembled, and for a moment,
he felt that he was still in the Wu Mountain Hall, Chu WanNing was his
prisoner, his forbidden male companion. Just thinking about this caused his
mouth to become parched and his breathing to become heavy.

I can't.

I don't like him.

Don't touch him again.

The grievances of the past were all gone. In this life, we are only Shizun and
disciple.

With one hand on the bed, Mo Ran looked down at Chu WanNing, trying his
best not to overstep the boundaries. His long hair, tied in a ponytail, fell down
his shoulders and fell to the side of his pillow.

At first, his expression was still numb, but after a while, his eyes slowly started
to burn. Chu Wan Ning was slightly startled, then it seemed that his nightmare
had yet to subside, and he did not know when it would come. He slowly
extended his hand and stopped in midair for a moment before finally coming
into contact with the center of Mo Ran's eyebrows.
"It's me who is underestimating you …"

When he said those words, it was just like his previous life. It was rare for him
to be gentle.

Mo Ran only felt a booming sound as something in his mind suddenly

collapsed.

His heart was pounding and his head was burning. The consciousness that he
had summoned with great difficulty had been destroyed. Without time to
think, his familiar desire had forced him to lean over Chu Wanning and kiss
his lips. His hands were trembling uncontrollably as he tried to tear off his
clothes. In an instant, the past came crashing down like a tidal wave, and
everything around them melted like snow. It was as if he was at the soft, red
Wu Mountain Hall with a red candle in his hand. This person was struggling
and cursing beneath his body, gasping for breath as he was humiliated.

"Ugh …"

With the hot and wet glue, Chu WanNing's moaning made Mo Ran even more
crazy. What did he dislike, what did he hate, and what did he not want to
touch anymore?

Mo Ran felt that he had yet to die, and the trembling body beneath him was
still his.

He wanted to kiss him, hug him, and ruthlessly tear his way through. He
wanted to make this unreachable, cold and aloof person under his feet sob
and beg for mercy, and he would do it to the climax.

"Chu WanNing..." he muttered hoarsely.

The ecstasy of annihilation washed over his spirit soul, even his fingertips
were burning hot.

Once again, he held the slightly cold and soft lips, and the bitterness of the
medicinal juice still lingered between his teeth. However, it made his heart
beat like a drum, causing him to be mesmerized. He was already too familiar
with this person. After his rebirth, he had always been unwilling to get
intimate with him because of his resentment. But when he kissed him, only
Mo Ran himself knew that it was a kind of ecstasy. It was as if the dead
travelers in the desert had tasted the dew, as if the cold night had wrapped
itself around a coat that was warm on the hearth.

He originally thought that he would be cut off from him if he were to live a
new life.

Unexpectedly, in the end, he still found it hard to control himself. He couldn't

hold himself back anymore and kissed him without permission.

If it weren't for the fact that he ripped his clothes so badly that he couldn't
tear his clothes open and something had fallen out of his clothes onto Mo Ran,
perhaps he would have taken his Shizun for himself without thinking of the
consequences.

"Clang clang!"

He pricked his finger with Mo Ran, rolled the metal that fell onto the pillow
twice, and stopped where it was.

Mo Ran was still in high spirits, not caring about the small injury he suffered.
He glared at the thing in anger and continued to fight with the tough clothes
on Chu WanNing. It was fine if he was not close, but once he was on top of
him, all the memories of his past life came back to him. Just the thought of
the slim and narrow waist of Chu WanNing made him unable to stop himself
from feeling excited.
However, Chu WanNing's silk white robe looked as if it had been enchanted,
and it could not be torn off even after a long time!

Mo Ran cursed under his breath and hit the bed hard. He got up and was
about to take his blade to cut open the three loincloths wrapped around his
waist.

When he sat up, he noticed the metal object beside him. At the beginning, he
didn't pay much attention to Mo Ran, but suddenly, a flash of clarity appeared
in his mind amidst the raging flames.

He froze for a moment, then abruptly turned around to look at it.

It was a dazzling golden orchid hairpin that he had saved up for a few days to
buy for Xia Si Ni when he was in Peach Blossom Spring.

At that time, he had even personally buckled his hair to the top of Xia Si Ni's
ponytail, coaxing the unhappy Junior Brother, saying, "Children should use
gold and red. Look, it's very lively."

Mo Ran picked up the hairpin and felt as if a bucket of cold water had been
poured over his head. He was stunned.

No... What was going on?

How could something he gave to Xia Si Ni appear in Chu WanNing's arms?

Could it be …

A terrifying thought gradually appeared in Mo Ran's mind. He slowly turned

his head around and his moist eyes landed on Chu WanNing. His Shizun had
already passed out. As Mo Ran stared at his face, his heart skipped a few beats
as he realized that his lips had turned bright red from his kiss.
Impossible, absolutely impossible.

He felt that he must have gone mad …

Could it be that Chu WanNing was not lying to him?

Could it be, could it be … Xia Si Ni — — Was he really Chu WanNing's son?

Mo Ran shuddered at this conjecture. He felt as if his scalp was about to

explode!
84. This venerable one secretly kissed you, but you don't
know
When Chu WanNing woke up, he found Mo Ran sitting at the table in a daze,
with his head propped up against the side of his head. The light from the peas
reflected in his dark eyes was so bright that it seemed to be hollow.

"..."

He wanted to sit up, but he didn't have the strength to do so, so he had to
give up.

The snow-green curtain fluttered gently. He turned to the side, silently staring
at Mo Ran, but that Second Fool was still lost in his own thoughts, completely
unaware that his Shizun had awoken.

No one could blame him for this. Who would have known that his lover would
actually have a son with another woman? The excitement he felt was not
small at all.
Was Xia Si Ni really an illegitimate child of Chu Wanning? How was this
possible … Chu WanNing was so picky and picky, which woman in the world
could enter his eyes?

Moreover, if the affair of the illegitimate child was true, then Chu WanNing
would have had this child in his previous life. However, after being together
for so many years, whether it was his usual behavior or his love for bed, it
didn't matter.

They had nothing to do with the word "husband".

But what exactly was this Golden Butterfly hairpin!?

Mo Ran was so distressed that he knocked his forehead against the table. He
was on the verge of going crazy!

He was not intelligent in the first place and was not good at thinking about
this kind of random thing. The more he thought about it, the more his head
expanded. In the end, he just let out a "wu" sound and hugged his head,
completely paralyzed on the table.

"Mo Ran, what are you doing?"

A melodious voice that sounded like it came from Kunshan broke into pieces
sounded from the room, sounding a little hoarse.

He suddenly sprung up and asked in surprise, "Shizun, you're awake?"

"Yes." Chu WanNing coughed lightly and looked at him, "This is... The inn at
Linling Island? "

"Yes, yes." Mo Ran stood up and walked over to the bed. Suddenly, he saw
that Chu WanNing's lower lip was a bit broken. Thinking about how he had
lost control of his emotions and almost made a big mistake, his face flushed
red.

Seeing that his mind wasn't working properly, Chu Wan Ning asked, "What's
wrong?"

"Nothing." Mo Ran waved his hands repeatedly, changing the topic. "It's like
this, Shizun suddenly fainted in Xuanyuan Pavilion, so I hugged … Cough, I
brought you here to rest. He got a doctor to prescribe medicine to a doctor,
and then... "

I heard you talking in your sleep, thinking of the past, I couldn't help but kiss
you.

However, how could he say these words? The burning voice of Mo Ran
gradually died down, and his eyes revealed a rare look of panic, appearing all
the more embarrassed.

Chu WanNing heard he had found the doctor, and seeing his strange
expression, his heart skipped a beat. he was afraid that he would already
know that he was poisoned and that his body would become smaller. He
couldn't help but hold the blanket tightly and ask in a hoarse voice:

"What did the doctor say?"

"The doctor said that Shizun was affected by that godly weapon and couldn't
hold on much longer." Mo Ran hesitated for a while before continuing,
"Shizun, your spirit core …"

"No worries, it’s even more fragile than normal people’s."

He was still thinking about the fact that Chu Xun and Chu WanNing both had
scars on their chest and guessed that there was some sort of connection
between them. However, from what Chu WanNing said, it seemed that it was
not the case. He could not help but ask, "How can this be? Shizun is so
amazing, so your spirit core is definitely not inherently weak.

"It's been a long time. Ever since I received an injury many years ago, I've
always been like this." Chu WanNing waved his hand nonchalantly. "Did the
doctor say anything else?"

Mo Ran shook his head and said, "Nothing else."

The candlelight was hazy, Chu WanNing looked at him deeply and said, "Just
now, why did you smash your head against the table?"

"..." After holding it in for a while, Mo Ran could no longer hold it in. He took
out the Golden Butterfly hairpin from his sleeve and spread it on his palm.

"I found this."

"..."

"It's on you."

The hairpin shone with a golden light, but Chu WanNing's heart was sinking.

As expected, he still knew. In the end, he was still unable to hide it.

After a long silence, both of them stopped talking. Finally, Chu WanNing
closed his eyes and was about to tell the truth when he heard Mo Ran mutter
softly, "Shizun, Junior Xia... Is he really your son? "

Chu WanNing: "..."

He opened his eyes and the blood that had frozen into ice started flowing
again. He was speechless for a while. He could only silently stare at the
complicated look on Mo WeiYu's face beside the bed. His eyes gradually
became clear as he said, "Idiot."

"Right." Chu WanNing raised his hand and took away the buckle, "Didn't I
already tell you? Why do you want to ask again?"

Mo Ran covered his face and said, "I just... One more time to be sure …"

Although Chu WanNing repeatedly admitted that Xia Si Ni was his flesh and
blood, he was still skeptical. He endured the intense discomfort and secretly
made up his mind to interrogate Xia Si Ni when he saw him. He wouldn't
believe it even if he died if he didn't give them a blood test!

After resting for a while longer, Chu WanNing gradually recovered his
strength and was able to get up from the bed.

"My clothes …"

He touched his clothes and was startled. He frowned: "Why are they so
messy?"

Mo Ran: "Cough."

Afraid that he would recall a few fragmented scenes from before, Mo Ran
hurriedly tried to change the topic. "Shizun, are you hungry? I've heard that
the dishes in this restaurant are quite good. The Vinculus Tofu is especially
delicious. Shall we go down and try it out? "I'll treat."

Chu WanNing stared at him coldly, "Didn't I give you the money?"

Even though he said this, with a wave of his wide sleeve, he pushed open the
door and went downstairs.
Linling Island's dishes were similar to Yangzhou's, fresh and unique, and the
taste was quite sweet, which suited Chu WanNing.

At this time, the Xuanyuan meeting had already ended and most of the
cultivators had already departed. They got a private room, so they didn't need
to put on their cloaks to conceal their identities. After the two of them sat
down, the waiter served them two jasmine cups, presented them with the
menu, and left.

"Shizun, take a look first."

"Pick one. I can even afford to eat all the dishes in Jiangnan." As Chu WanNing
spoke, he picked up his cup and took a sip of tea.

However, the moment the tea touched his lips, he suddenly frowned. "…"

Mo Ran: "What's wrong? Is it hot? "

"... No problem. Maybe the weather is too dry and the corners of the mouth
are chapped. " Chu WanNing touched the corner of his lips as he spoke.

Strange, when did it break?

"..."

Mo Ran immediately lowered his head guiltily.

It would take some time for the dishes to arrive, so Chu Wanning and Mo Ran
started to talk about the matter of Xuanyuan Pavilion. They left early, not
knowing who would win in the end, but that was not a big deal.

As they chatted, the table was gradually filled with Yangzhou cuisine. Chu
WanNing felt that there wouldn't be any more information if he continued to
ask about it, so he stopped talking about it. His gaze swept across the dishes
on the table and paused for a moment. His eyes lifted a few inches and fell on
the face of the nervous young man opposite him.

Chu WanNing asked, "Have you been to Jiangnan before?"

Before Mo Yanzhou died, he naturally went to see the Apricot Flower Rain,
but he did not forget that he was only seventeen now. He entered the SiSheng
Peak for two years, so he immediately shook his head: "I've never been here
before."

Chu WanNing lowered his eyes. His expression was calm and his voice was
gentle as he said, "But you ordered a good meal."

"...!"

As he said this, Mo Ran suddenly realized that his dishes were all ordered
according to Chu WanNing's preferences. He had originally wanted to let him
eat better and recover his strength, but he had forgotten that he should not
have known about Huai Yang Cuisine so well.

"When I was young, I worked in the back kitchen of the music industry. I had
not tried many of the dishes, but I have more or less heard of them."

Chu WanNing did not pursue the topic, "Let's eat."

Jiangnan eats water, Linling Yu is a basket wrapped in crabs, bamboo cage

filled with shrimp, willow branches through the fish, so the beech in the early
fourth out of the square table, the sea is full of fresh goods. Liangxi eel with
fried sauce, sweet and sour squirrel mandarin fish, pipa prawns, crispy
chrysanthemum conch, minced and minced silver carp head fragrance
overflowing four seats.

As for the fresh vegetables and meat, the cold plate of dessert was also made
with exquisite care and elegance.
Stewed crabby lion's head, crystal meats, chicken sauce boiled with dried silk,
stewed dumplings soup, kimchi bean curd, countless.

Mo Ran dragged his cheeks as he watched the waiter place the last plate of
osmanthus cake on the table. He then looked at Chu WanNing secretly. He
thought to himself: I wonder which one he will eat first with so many dishes
today?

Thinking about it, he made a bet with himself:

It must be a crab powder lion's head.

This was Chu WanNing's favorite Yangzhou dish. As expected, when the
dishes were laid out, his chopsticks were the first to reach out to it.

Mo Ran sighed in his heart. This person was always so easy to guess. He
always ate or did things 10% …

Gu dong. A cute round lion's head fell into Mo Ran's bowl.

… …. Change?

Mo Ran raised his head in astonishment, a flattered look gradually appearing

on his face. "Shi … Shizun."

"I'm not well these few days, thank you for taking care of me."

Did he hear wrong? Mo Ran became more and more astonished.

Chu WanNing actually told him to take care of him?

He had never said this in his previous life!

Chu WanNing saw the young man's face slowly turn red, his brows relaxed,
his eyes opened wide, and a strand of hair on his forehead swayed unsteadily.
Although he was somewhat helpless, he still had to maintain his dignity.
Grandmaster Chu took another sip of his tea in a cold and aloof manner.

His lips hurt.

In fact, in the days when he was accompanied by Xia Si Ni, Chu Wan Ning
already felt a bit of self-reproach in his heart. If you reflect on it in the middle
of the night, you will also feel that your character is indeed too strict. From
then on, he told himself that when he regained his original body, he
absolutely could not do this. He had to at least change some of his actions.

When Xuanji came to the Peach Blossom Source, Chu WanNing coughed for
a long time. He reluctantly opened his mouth to ask him how he was going to
make his disciple not be so afraid of him.

Xuanji froze for a moment, then said, "First, you have to properly express your
love and concern for your disciple."

To express love and concern …

Chu WanNing thought that Mo Ran probably had never eaten a crab lion's
head made from powder, so he spoke slowly, "Stewed crab meat with lion's
head, minced pork, shrimp seeds, crab meat, crab yolk, all plump and round.
Pinch the thin and fat lion's head and simmer it in a clear broth. In the broth,
green jade-green vegetables float, and are placed in a red clay pot. The color
is very beautiful. "

"..."

Mo Ran was stunned.

What did he have to recite the recipe for?

However, Chu WanNing felt that this was a patient introduction, a form of
care for his disciple. Thus, after a meal, Mo Ran tried every dish, and even
listened to a bunch of dishes that sounded like they were memorized from
"Jiang Huai Foodie".

If it weren't for Chu WanNing's cold and pleasant voice, Mo Ran would have
flipped the table and left.

"Hey, have you heard? The last item sold by the Xuan Yuan Pavilion has been
taken away by the people from Linyi Ru Feng Sect! "

The booth was separated by a bamboo curtain, and the voice of the person
beside them was heard clearly by Mo Ran without any hindrance.

Chu WanNing suddenly stopped the introduction of "crystal meats" and

looked at Mo Ran, listening attentively.

A boorish man was saying, "Why haven't I heard of it? Was it a godly weapon?
Three hundred million gold was paid on the spot. "Aiyo, it's really a sky-high
price. I've never seen so much money in my life."

"Look at your promising future, don't you know that other than this godly
weapon, the Ru Feng Sect also spent 50 million to buy a sphenoid bone beauty
seat!"

"Oh my god, isn't the Sphenoid Beauty Dining supposed to be used for eating
raw or for dual cultivation? It is truly outrageous that the world's greatest sect
would actually do such a disgraceful thing to cultivate in such a manner! "

"What Brother Su said is wrong. The Butterfly Bone Beauty Altar is a

reasonable cultivation method and not a forbidden technique. The beauties'
seats may look similar to us, but they are not mortals after all. This is just like
eating immortal fruits to aid in your advancement, there's nothing to criticize
about it. "

"Hmph, forgive me for being unable to agree with you …"

Another laughed lightly and said, "The one buying the beauties' seats seems
to be a reclusive young disciple of the Confucian School, named Ye something
from the past. He had heard that he was pretty pretentious, but he didn't
expect his to be someone who relied on sleeping women to raise his
cultivation. I think it's already dusk. "

Someone beside him chuckled, "What's wrong with that? Everyone has a love
for beauty."

The people sitting next to him argued about ethics and morality, and it was
no longer worth listening to.

Chu WanNing repeated softly, "The Divine Martial Arts were bought by the
Confucian School of Wind?"

"That sounds like it."

Chu WanNing could not help but worry, "It's difficult." "If we continue to
pursue this matter, we will have to go to the Ru Feng Sect to investigate …"

Upon hearing his words, Mo Ran immediately remembered what he had said.
"Ah!" He then softly said, "Shizun is originally someone from the Ru Feng
Sect."

"Yes."

"Don't want to go back?"

When it came to returning to the Ru Feng Sect, Chu WanNing's expression
was one of boredom. His brows twitched as he said, "Although this sect is
considered one of the top cultivation world sects, but I once... "

Halfway through his words, a commotion broke out in the hall. Someone
shouted, "Boss, I'll give you five hundred gold coins. Clean up the place
immediately. All of these guests, chase them out! Today, our little gongzi will
take over the show! "
85. How could this venerable one let a thousand and five
hundred taels of light pass by him?!
The Lady Boss's voice came over apologetically, "Oh, the Dao Lord is so
generous, he paid me five hundred gold. You really made me happy to death."
However, when the store opened its doors to do business, it had to be
amiable. How could she chase the other guests away? Do you think this is a
good idea?

The largest room in the Misty Pavilion was reserved for distinguished guests
like the Dao Lord. I'll show you — "

There was also the sound of chairs, chairs, tables, and chairs crashing down
from below before the "look" could be heard.

"What are you looking at! I don't care if you're from the Returning Mist
Pavilion or the Tortoise Pavilion — you motherfucker, this name is a bad one.
"Don't, don't, I'll give you one thousand gold, chase them away!"

"Dao Lord, don't put me in a difficult position. I should look at him and see
that he is a knowledgeable and knowledgeable person." The Lady Boss didn't
hesitate to open her eyes and tell lies. She laughed crisply, "Everyone here is
a guest. If you are not satisfied with the Gui Wu Sect, then …"
I can also change you into another room, which is smaller, but it is more
elegant and beautiful, and I can give you a dance for free, do you think that's
good? "

"This is bad! Not good! Fifteen hundred! Get them out of here! " the rough
voice roared. "Don't whine! My Young Master will be angry when he arrives!
"

"Wa — —" While a thousand gold might be a lot of money for the bystanders,
for Mo Ran, who had once been a Monarch of the Mortal Realm, it was truly
funny when he heard of it. It had to be known that in his previous life, he had
casually sent some to Song Qiutong for his to play with, and they were all
priceless. So he bit down on his chopsticks,

Her eyes were wide open as he giggled, "Honored Shizun, this man looked like
he wanted to chase us away within fifteen hundred years."

Chu WanNing glanced at him, lifted the bamboo curtain and looked down.

He saw that the dining hall was completely filled with a large group of people.
Although they were all wearing ordinary clothes and he could not tell which
sect they were from, but each of them had a high-grade cold saber on their
waists, and they were all holding hands of a salivating demon wolf. The value
of a treasured blade might not be easy to judge, but this demon wolf was a
priceless one. It was not easy for ordinary cultivation sects to get one, but
each of them had one.

The guests who were originally eating looked at these people with fear in their
eyes. For a moment, the entire hall was completely silent.
Oh sa,
All of a sudden, a snow-white light flew into the inn. When the crowd saw it
clearly, they were stunned for a moment before retreating with a bang. Some
of them were timid and even shrieked, "There's a greater demon, there's a
greater demon!"
It was a snow-white wolf demon that was about three people tall. Its eyes
were blood-red, its fur was shiny like silk, and its pair of teeth glittered with a
cold light. It was as long as an adult male's arm.

However, on the huge body of this beast, there was a handsome young man
with an arrogant look sitting leisurely with his legs crossed. The young man's
armor was sharp, and beneath it was a bright red robe, and on his sleeve was
embroidered a neat golden thread. He wore a hood, and a soft red tassel hung
down from the crown of his silver lion.

When those cultivators that were arrogantly showing off their might saw him,
they immediately knelt down on one knee, placed their hands on their chests,
and said in unison, "Welcome, Young Master!"

"Alright." The youth looked impatient as he waved his hand, "I want you to
do something that requires your attention, and welcome your dog head!"

"Pfft. He said they would welcome the dog head, then wouldn't he become
the dog head himself?"

"..."

The young man sat on the demon wolf's soft neck, his expression twisted.
"Where is the shopkeeper of this shabby inn? "Who is it?"

Even though the Lady Boss was scared, she still forced herself to remain calm
as she walked up and smiled apologetically, "What a disgrace. The owner of
this store is me."

"Oh." The young man looked at her, "This Young Master wants to stay in the
restaurant, but I'm not used to people talking too much. Tell them that I'll pay
the lost money. "
"But the Immortal Sovereign …"

"Knowing that you're in a difficult situation, this is for you. If you really don't
want to, then forget it. " The young man threw a storage bag to the Lady Boss
and opened it. Inside was a pile of golden Nine Recovery Pills. This pill could
help in raising one's cultivation by leaps and bounds, and would sell for
around two thousand gold each on the market. The Lady Boss took it, and her
face changed color after seeing the other party's extravagance, before
secretly letting out a sigh of relief.

No cultivator would refuse such a good object. It was still reasonable for him
to ask someone else to leave like this.

The Lady Boss apologized one by one and gave them gifts. The young man
yawned and somewhat disdainfully lowered his head to look down at his
lackeys. He said, "They're all trash. Didn't you want me to come personally?"

They looked at each other and said, "... Young Master is wise, Young Master
is mighty. "

The crowd dispersed very quickly. Other than Chu Wanning and Mo Ran, who
did not care about the money and pills, the rest of the people took their things
and left the inn without any complaints.

The Lady Boss said, "Young Master, they have all left. However, two guests
said that it is already late at night. One of them is unwell and does not want
to look for another place. Look …"

"Forget it, forget it. Forget it, forget it. The youth waved his hand in
satisfaction, "As long as you don't disturb me."

Sick seedling Chu Wanning, "..."

The Lady Boss immediately beamed and said passionately, "Young Master is
really a good person. It's late, should Young Master rest or should you eat
something first? "

The young man said, "I'm hungry. No rest, I want to eat."

"If Young Master wants to eat, then the store will definitely serve you the best
dishes. Our chef is best at cooking crab powder, lion heads, crystal meats …"

"Breathe out your anger, lion head?" The young man was clearly not a
Southerner, and he also did not like eating Southern cuisine. When he heard
the name of the dish, he was stunned for a moment before frowning and
waving his hand, "Don't, don't understand. "What nonsense."

He had originally thought that he was the son of a noble family, but now it
seemed that he might actually be a rich businessman.

Lady Boss, "..." Whatever that Young Master wants to use, as long as it's
something that the store knows, you can do it. "

"Sure." The young man pointed at his lackeys, "Cut each of them five catties
of beef, and bring me ten catties of beef, one catty of wine, and two lamb legs.
That should be about it.

Mo Ran: "Wow …"

He turned around to mock the young man's barrel-like appetite, only to see
Chu WanNing staring at the young man with an unfathomable glint in his eyes.

Mo Ran subconsciously asked, "Shizun seems to know him?"

"Yes."
He was just asking casually, he did not expect Chu Wanning to know him so
well. He was shocked, "What?" "Then, then who is he?"

"The only son of the Ru Feng Sect's leader." Chu WanNing said softly,
"NanGong Si."

"..." It was no wonder that Chu WanNing was acquainted with him. After all,
Chu WanNing was a guest of Linyi Ru feng Sect, and he must have met the
Sect Leader's son before. It was no wonder that he didn't know that in his
previous life, when he had massacred the Ru Feng Sect, this Nangong Si had
already died from an illness.

At that time, he said that the son of the Sect Leader was a sickly, half-disabled
person. He didn't expect to see such a lively and healthy, arrogant youth today.

… …. How did he die of illness? Disease?

Nangong was enjoying his meal downstairs. Before long, he had finished the
whole piece of beef and even drank a few bowls of wine. Seeing this, he
couldn't help but be speechless.

"Shizun, isn't the Ru Feng Sect the most refined? What's wrong with this
Young Master? It doesn't even seem to be appropriate as compared to us,
Xue Mengmeng. "

Chu WanNing pushed back the head that came closer to his and continued to
look at the scene below, "Don't give your fellow disciples a nickname."

He laughed and was about to say something when Chu WanNing pointed his
finger at his head. his elegant sleeves fell on his face. The fabric was soft, silky,
and silky; it felt warm and watery. He couldn't help but think of something
and was stunned for a moment.
When he was in the room, he was so mesmerized by his own emotions that
he pulled at Chu WanNing's clothes. He thought it was because Chu WanNing
was wearing a tight suit.

However, when he looked closely at the material of the clothes, he suddenly

recognized that it was the Ice Mist Ribbon, produced by the Treading Snow
Palace in Karakorum.

The Treading In Snow Palace was the most aloof sect among all the immortals
in the upper cultivation world. All their disciples who entered the sect at the
age of five had to go into seclusion in the Kunlun Holy Land after a year, and
only come out after they had formed their own spirit cores. Although the
spirit core was brought along by itself, cultivation only needed to summon it.
However, this period of time was extremely long, often ranging from ten to
fifteen years. During this period of time, no one was allowed to enter.
Therefore, the food and clothing of the disciples became a troublesome
matter. They ate well because the Kunlun Holy Land was adjacent to the Wang
Mu Lake. The disciples of the Treading Snow Palace could eat and fish in the
lake every day, but they couldn't knit their own clothes could they?

As a result, the Ice Mist Ribbon was born.

The clothes made from this kind of silk were not only as soft as smoke, but
also had an incantation for avoiding dust. The dust would not be
contaminated unless it was splashed with bloodstains. There was no need to
clean it.

They had entered the forbidden area at the age of five, and might need to
wait until the age of fifteen or twenty to come out. During this long period of
time, from the young child to the young man standing in front of them, the
clothes woven by the Ice Mist Ribbon would coincidentally be able to grow
along with them, relieving them of the embarrassment of being clothed
inappropriately.
But what was Chu WanNing doing wearing clothes made of this material?

He suddenly felt that something was wrong. It seemed that he had been
mistaken about something from the very beginning. What was it …

"Excuse me, where is the shopkeeper?"

A young voice filled with vigor, yet amiable and polite, suddenly interrupted
Mo Ran's thoughts.

Looking down, he saw that it was the group of disciples from the Dojo of Limits
that had appeared in the morning at the Xuanyuan pavilion. The leader of the
cranes was floating, carrying a sword in his hand.

"Isn't that Ye WangXi's follower?" Mo Ran was immediately filled with energy.

The Ru Feng Sect had 72 cities, disciples normally wouldn't know each other.
As for NanGong Si, he was sitting alone in a private room with his back facing
the door. As a result, the group of youths glanced at the ordinary looking
disciples in the inn, but they could not recognize Zhang Ye's face.

Ye WangXi was going to face NanGong Si, and this was going to be a good
show.

"I'm really sorry. Tonight, the store has been booked." As the Lady Boss
hurriedly welcomed them over, she silently cursed herself for forgetting to
lock the door behind her. "I hope the immortal lords can visit other houses.
I'm really sorry. I'm really sorry."

The young man in the lead looked troubled: "Hey, how could this be? I just
went to the other shops, and they were all full of people. We have a thin girl
here who hasn't rested for a long time and wants to find a better place for his
to sleep. Shopkeeper, may I trouble you to ask the owner of that chartered
house if you can spare a few rooms?"
"This... I'm afraid I don't want to. "

The youth bowed and courteously pleaded, "As long as Lady Boss goes and
asks, if he is unwilling, then forget it."

Before the Lady Boss could reply, one of NanGong's lackeys slammed the
table and stood up. He shouted angrily, "What are you asking for!? Get out,
get out! Don't disturb my Young Master's meal! "

"Exactly! Wearing the clothes of the Ru Feng Sect, you actually have the nerve
to bring a young lady to bed, you don't lose face for your own sect! "

The youth did not expect them to misunderstand like this. His face instantly
flushed red and he angrily said: "Fellow Daoist, why did you slander us? My
Ru Feng Sect is open and upright, we naturally would not do such a thing. This
lady was saved by our Young Master, how can you speak nonsense like that?
"

"Your Young Master?" NanGong Si's follower glanced at the private room,
seeing that the Young Master was still casually drinking his liquor, as if he had
tacitly agreed to his actions of chasing people out. With that, he relaxed and
sneered, "Everyone knows that there is only one Young Master from the Ru
Feng Sect, who is your Young Master?"

"I am Ye WangXi from the Ru Feng sect." A gentle voice sounded from outside
the door.

All the young men turned their heads around, "Lord Ye!"

He entered the inn with his hands behind his back. Behind him was a woman
wearing a veil, revealing a pair of eyes that were filled with unease. It was
none other than Song Qiutong.
"..." The moment Mo Ran saw her, the veins on his forehead bulged twice.

The path of enemies is narrow, why is it his …

Seeing that it was Ye WangXi who had arrived, one of his followers was
stunned for a moment before a few of them lost their cool, revealing
expressions of disgust on their faces.

Ye WangXi was the adopted son of the number one elder of the Ru Feng Sect.
he belonged to the "Dark City" of the 72 Cities of the Ru Feng Sect. As the
name implied, the Dark City had its own Dark Guard. The Sect Leader of the
Ru Feng Sect had raised him up to be the next leader of the Dark Guard, but
because Ye WangXi's body was not suitable for the Dark Guard's mental
cultivation method, he gradually moved to the main city and became the High
Lord's right-hand man.

Due to Ye WangXi's status as a secret guard, he kept a low profile and very
few people knew his name. However, the High Lords held him in high regard.
These past years, rumors had spread throughout the sect that Ye WangXi was
their High Lord's illegitimate child. Perhaps it was because of this reason that
the real Young Master, NanGong, had never been on good terms with Ye
Wang.

The young lord didn't like him, so how could his followers have a good
impression of him?

Originally, as juniors, they should never offend Lord Ye. However, these
people were the trusted aides of NanGong Si and were ordered to do it by
him. Therefore, after the atmosphere had turned stiff for a long time, some
tough guys sneered and said, "Please go back Lord Ye. I am afraid there is no
room for you in this tavern today."

"Young Master, since they say there's no more space, then … let's look for
somewhere else." Song Qiutong stretched out his slender fingers and tugged
at Ye WangXi's sleeve, saying anxiously, "Besides, it's too expensive to use
here. I really don't dare to teach the Young Master any more …"

Mo Ran heard these words upstairs and rolled his eyes. He thought to himself,
"This guy really has a weak and pitiable tone. He cheated me before, and now
he's cheating me again."

Just as Ye WangXi was about to speak, a huge white silhouette suddenly

appeared from the back of his and dashed towards her.

Song Qiutong cried out in alarm, "Be careful, Young Master!"

"Awooooo!" "Wuuuuuu!"

With a loud howl, a snow-white demon wolf started to run at full speed,
circling around Ye WangXi in a circle.

"..."

Everyone was silent.

Ye WangXi lowered his eyes and looked at the white furred demon wolf that
was at least three people tall and was rolling on the ground. He then asked in
astonishment, "The Agate Platinum?"

This demon wolf was NanGong Si's mount. Its pupils were red like an agate,
its fur was white as snow, and the tip of its claws had a touch of gold. As such,
it was named the Agate Platinum.

Since the agate platinum is here, Nangong must have come to visit. Ye Wangxi
lifted his hand to stroke the white velvet covering his forehead and looked
around.

"Rustle ~ ~ ~"
The bamboo curtain was lifted by a hand, the sleeves were bright red, and
along the mouth was a golden silk bag.

Half of his impatient face was revealed. NanGong Si crossed his arms and
leaned leisurely against the wall of the private room, a pot of liquor in his
hand. He glanced at Ye WangXi and sneered, "Interesting, I'll bump into you
no matter where I go. "You're following me so closely, if someone were to
gossip about us, where would I put my face?"
86. This venerable one’s ex-wife is not an easy target
"..." Ye WangXi was obviously offended by his words, but he did not get angry.
He endured it for a while and said, "You misunderstood me. I do not wish to
follow you, but I have received orders from the High Lord to come to the
Xuanyuan Pavilion to buy something. "

Hearing this, Mo Ran and Chu WanNing looked at each other.

Divine Martial.

Nan Gong Ming waved the red wine jug in his hand, his face became even
darker: "Father wants to buy something, why should I trouble you to do it?
Don't I have hands or feet, and can't I do it for him? "

"... That's not what I meant. "

"Who asked you to call me that?" He lowered his eyes like lightning, "Lord Ye,
don't think that just because father is blind and wants to be close to you, you
can be so fearless in front of me..." Aren't you sick of it yourself? "

"This way of addressing you is the intention of the High Lord. If you feel
disgusted, you can just tell him yourself. " Ye WangXi was silent for a while
before he said, "What's the use in getting angry at me?"
"Don't use your father to pressure me!"

NanGong Si took a deep breath and slightly restrained his anger. His black
pupils were as cold as the silver moon, and were suffused with smoke.

"Lord Ye." He seemed to drag out the words. "Father told you to call me
Nangong Si because he was afraid he might have misunderstood your position
in the faction."

But you need to know something about yourself. "Don't give you some color,
you just opened up a dyeing shop. You should know that even if you were
dyed red all over, you still wouldn't be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with
me if you were born here."

A trace of gloominess seemed to flash across Ye WangXi's face. He lowered

his thick eyelashes and said quietly, "Young Master is right, but I … and I have
never thought of going shoulder to shoulder with the Young Master either. "

The change in appellation made him feel slightly better. He raised his hand
and gulped down a few mouthfuls of the spicy liquor, but he was not drunk.
He stared at Ye WangXi for a while and snorted.

He suddenly realized that there were too many people here, and he almost
said something he shouldn't have. He suddenly pursed his lips and stopped
talking.

"..."

On the other hand, even after being humiliated like this, Ye WangXi still kept
his eyes down. No one could tell whether he was angry or humiliated, and all
he did was give everyone a gentle and gentle face.

The atmosphere became extremely awkward.

Nan Gong looked left and right awkwardly for a moment before his gaze
landed on the woman behind Ye WangXi. Seemingly trying to cover up his
mistake, he coughed and raised his chin towards the woman. "You saved
her?"

"Yes."

"Where did she come from? If you have an unknown origin, then don't
randomly save me. "

"It's nothing. It was bid by the Xuanyuan Pavilion."

He didn't care much about the Xuan Yuan Pavilion's bid and didn't bother to
inquire about it, but he couldn't help but be shocked when he heard that Song
Qiutong had actually come to bid. His lazy gaze suddenly sharpened as it
locked onto Song Qiantong's face. Halfway through, he asked, "Is this thing a
servant's bone or a beauty's seat made of sphenoid bones?"

In the cultivation world, there were only two types of people that could be
openly sold. Other than the Butterfly Bone Beauty Altar, there was also
another type of slave bone.

Because people were afraid of these foreign races' demonic nature, once they
became aware of it, they would destroy their true essence and place a slave
curse mark on their shoulder blades, making them into servants.

However, the prices of the slave bones weren't high, so they weren't anything
special. They were usually used to serve tea to the big sects, or were bought
by wealthy merchants to play with. Since it was something that Xuan Yuan
Pavilion had sold, it shouldn't be something of this grade.

Sure enough, Ye WangXi said, "It's the Sphenoid Beauty Seat."

NanGong Si became interested. He walked around Ye WangXi, walked in front
of Song Qiu, and looked at her as if he was looking at goods. Then he frowned
and said, "Why is this thing lame? An incomplete product? "

"... she was injured and drugged when she was caught. she hasn't fully
recovered yet. " Ye WangXi paused for a moment before saying, "That's why
we aren't going too far as well. We wish to stay here for the night."

Nangong didn't respond. He squinted his eyes and suddenly moved close to
Song Qiutong's neck to give a sharp sniff. His movements were very much like
those of a wild and untamed wolf. Song Qiutong was so frightened by his
actions that her face paled. She stood where she was, clutching the front of
his robe, teetering on the verge of collapse.

"It doesn't smell any different from an ordinary person." He rubbed his nose
and sneezed. "And the smell of makeup …"

Waving his hand, Nangong Si casually asked, "How much is it?"

"50 million."

"Silver?"

"Gold."

Nangong Si widened his eyes abruptly, "Ye WangXi, are you crazy? Do you
know how many top grade millstones you can temper with fifty million gold?
Buy me a woman? Do you think that the money of our Ru Feng Sect is not
money? "

"I didn't spend the sect's money." Ye Wangxi paused for a moment before
continuing, "I didn't buy it for you either."
"You-!" His anger, which had just simmered down a moment ago, rose again,
and his face changed to that of a leopard's. "You're very good!" He turned his
head to glare at Song Qiutong, the more he glared, the more he disliked her
gaze, especially the veil that covered her face. No matter how he looked, he
was unhappy and ordered immediately, "You, take off that rag on your face!"

Song Qiu was shocked. She gripped Ye WangXi's sleeve tightly and shrank
behind him, her voice sounding extremely pitiful, "Lord Ye, I... I don't want to
…"

Ye Wangxi's slender figure was not as sturdy and tall as NanGong Si. However,
when he raised his head slightly to look at NanGong Si, he did not show any
fear. "Since she is unwilling, Young Master should not force her."

"Luo Luo Luo is blabbering, you saved her, so you owe my Gui Feng Sect your
life, so you have to listen to me. Take it off!"

"I saved her. From the moment I saved her, I have given her freedom. Young
Master, please do not make things difficult for me."

"Ye WangXi! You are a good thing! " Nangong Si was so angry that he pounded
on the door frame, "What do you think I am? Today, I'm going to pick a fight
with you. If I say you want her to take it off, then take off her veil. I'll let you
all live here. If not, then fuck off!"

Ye WangXi sighed almost imperceptibly before he turned to Song Qiutong and

said, "Let's go."

This time, he was not the only one choking. Ye WangXi had a godly aura about
her, so no matter what, he could not let him go. Chu WanNing immediately
said, "Go and stop him."

"Good, good, good." Mo Ran had the same intention, but after a long time,
he suddenly froze. "Shizun, stop him. He wants to stay in a shop to rest."
"Give him half of our room."

"... Hmm." For some unknown reason, Mo Ran's expression suddenly turned
somewhat awkward. "I'm afraid this is somewhat inappropriate."

Chu WanNing raised his eyelids, "What's wrong?"

"Shizun might not know this, but it's best if we don't stay in the same room
with him. Furthermore, he won't agree to it, because this Ye WangXi, he is
actually a…"

Just as he was talking about the crux of the matter, he suddenly heard a loud
thud from Nangong Si. The plates and cups fell to the ground with a thud, and
he suddenly pulled on a bench, placing one foot on top of the other and
bellowed: "Who allowed you to leave just like that?! I think you are going
against the heavens! Get the hell back here! "

"..." This time, even the faces of NanGong Si's personal followers turned a
little awkward.

Isn't this … Young Lord, didn’t you ask him to hurry up and get lost?

Ye Wangxi seemed to be accustomed to Nangong's unreasonable behavior.

He intended to pretend that he did not hear his roars. He patted Song Qiu-
tong on the shoulder, signaling her to ignore the lunatic behind her.

"Ye WangXi!"

"..."

"Ye WangXi!"

"..."
"Ye — — Wang — — Xi!"

The veins on Ye WangXi's forehead popped twice. He finally couldn't bear it

anymore and turned his head around. Unexpectedly, a pot of wine was
thrown at him, and his pupils constricted. Just as Ye WangXi was about to
dodge, a white shadow flashed before his eyes.

"AHH!"

A delicate cry of pain shocked everyone present. Ye Wangxi and Nangong

Feng's expressions changed even more.

In the time it took for a spark to fly off of a piece of flint, Song Qiu was actually
standing right in front of Ye WangXi.

"Don't touch it, let me check the wound."

"I'm fine, it's fine as long as I didn't injure the Young Master..."

"You talk as you speak, what bottle are you throwing at?" Ye WangXi's tone
was solemn as he looked reproachfully at Nangong Si and then said to his
attendant, "Take the Golden Sore Medicine."

"Young Master, I've used up all the Golden Sore Medicine I brought with me."
The attendant said softly, "How about I go outside and buy some more?"

Even though he pretended to be calm, there was still a trace of apology in his
eyes. With a straight face, he stammered, "I-I have one here." Alan, bring me
my medicine bag. "

Ye WangXi, however, was a little angry. he pursed his lips and ignored him.
He stood there for a long time with the medicine bottle in hand, frozen in
place. When he did not see Ye WangXi turn back to look at him, he gave the
bottle to Song Qiu, "This is for you. Do you want it?"

Song Qiutong was like a frightened little deer, trembling as she looked
towards Ye WangXi. Seeing that he did not stop her, she kept quiet and took
the Gold Healing Medicine, lowering her head to the people who had injured
her, saying softly, "Thank you, Young Noble Nangong."

He hadn't expected that this young lady who he had almost picked up would
actually thank him. He was stunned for a moment before he recovered his
wits and coughed awkwardly, "It's alright."

That night, Ye WangXi and his friends stayed the night.

In an inn, several candles were lit, the light was extinguished, and the stars
were chaotic.

Mo Ran was sitting by the window, his mind preoccupied. Having been reborn
for almost two years, the progress of many things was very different from that
of his previous life. Seeing the same person doing different things, there was
always something subtle about it.

Song Qiutong, Ye WangXi, never to return …

These people and objects that he was most familiar with from his previous
life once again appeared in his life as time passed. However, in this life, he
would never marry Song Qiu again. As for Ye WangXi, this person would soon
become famous throughout the world and become the second strongest
cultivator in the cultivation world after Chu WanNing.

And no return.
When he thought of this blade that had accompanied him from his previous
life, his heart became restless.

"Shizun."

"What is it?"

"You've already drawn this incantation for an hour. Why haven't you finished
drawing it?"

"That's enough." As Chu WanNing spoke, he took advantage of the lamp and
carefully used the last few strokes of the brush dipped in cinnabar to create
an extremely complicated Soaring Dragon.

Mo Ran leaned over to look.

"What is this?"

"Ascending Dragon's Barrier." Chu WanNing said.

"Do what?"

"All traces of magic, large or small, can be seen around. If that mysterious
person wanted to use a godly weapon to test for spirit root essence, he would
have to leave an imprint on the weapon. Whether this weapon was
coincidental or specially crafted by him, we will immediately know. "

"Wow, with such a good object, why isn't Shizun using it in the Xuan Yuan
Pavilion?"

"... I will awaken the Ascending Dragon's Barrier, and you will understand
once you see it. "
He saw Chu WanNing pierce his fingertip and rub it on one of the dragon
scales. The small yellow dragon on the paper instantly glowed with a golden
light as its eyes and tail started to move nimbly.

"Are you a True Dragon?"

On the paper, a high-pitched voice actually said, "Right, right. This Seat is a
True Dragon."

"How do you know?"

"Foolish mortal! How could I not believe it! "

"If you can jump out of the paper, I will recognize you as a True Dragon."

"How hard is that!?" You just wait for me! "Heh!"

With a flash of golden light, a palm-sized, mighty little dragon suddenly

jumped out of the paper, wagged its head, brandished its claws, proudly flew
around Chu WanNing, and said in a loud voice, "Hahaha, hahaha, I am a Great
True Dragon, a Great True Dragon, I have many little secrets. I have a lot of
secrets that I won't tell you, that I won't tell you, that I won't tell you, that I
won't tell you! "

Chu WanNing swept his ice-cold gaze at the little loach, then covered it with
his hand and emotionlessly asked Mo Ran, "Do you understand now?"

"Understood..."

"Let me go! You stupid mortal! You have messed up my beard! "

Chu WanNing raised his hand and pointed at its reverse scale, the blood-
stained scale. "Shut up and get back to work."
87. This venerable one doesn't want you to accept any
more apprentices
Xiao Long came and went like the wind. In the time it took to make a cup of
tea, he came back from the window, shouting loudly, "Yes, yes, yes! There are
many traces of magic in this inn! Wahahaha!"
Not only was it not painful, it was actually a bit itchy.
"Little Loach, since you're shouting so loudly, aren't you afraid that the
neighboring room will be able to hear what you're saying?" Mo Ran lay down
on the table and stroked the little dragon's body with his fingers. He swung
the dragon tail and slapped it on the back of his hand. However, it was still
made of paper.

"You loathsome little white boy, don't touch me. I'm not married yet, so I
won't let you touch me for free. How are you going to become a dragon in the
future?"

Mo Ran laughed loudly, "What? You, a paper dragon, want to get married? "

"Wa —! Pah pah pah! You're the one who is made out of paper! You dog!"

"Why are you calling me a dog? You can't be surnamed Xue, right?"

"My surname is Xue? Humph, little fool, I am the famous Dragon of Candles
who opened my eyes for the day, closed them for the night, breathed out for
the summer, and breathed in for the winter. If you do not change your
surname, do not change it.

"... I don't understand. "

"Wow, wow, wow!" The dragon was so angry that it was spinning. It used its
two finger-wide head to knock against the candlestick, causing the lamp to
light up and the red tears to sway. Mo Ran hurriedly went to support it,
reaching out his hand to be bitten by Xiao Long. Fortunately, the paper teeth
were not painful and Zhu Jiuyin was thrown aside by Mo Ran, sticking to Chu
WanNing's shirt with his head hanging low.

"Chu WanNing." Xiao Long weakly lifted a whisker and weakly poked Chu
Wanning's shirt, "That scoundrel hit me."

Chu WanNing was too lazy to waste words with him, he grabbed him and
casually slammed him on the table, "What kind of barriers are there?"

"Hmph, do you dare to call me the crown prince of dragons? If you call me
that, then —"

Chu WanNing stared at him coldly, "Speak."

"..."

After being trampled on, the little dragon's body swelled up, its whiskers
soaring high into the sky. Its green eyes stared angrily at Chu WanNing, its
dragon mouth was half open, panting heavily. After a while, it actually spat
out a large mouthful of ink.

Chu WanNing narrowed his eyes, "If you waste any more ink, I'll burn you
down." As he spoke, he lifted its tail, making a gesture to carry it to the fire.
"I'll make you a real Candle Dragon."

"Good, good, good! You're amazing! You're amazing! I say! Can't I? Really!"

Xiao Long spat a few more times and spat out a few more stars. He muttered
in a low voice, "Vicious to the point of death. No wonder you never had a wife
every time I saw you."
"Huh?" Mo Ran blinked his eyes, sneaking a peek at Chu Wanning as he evilly
laughed, "Didn't you say you have a mistress?"

"..." Chu WanNing ignored him, his sword-like eyebrows sank as he shouted
at Long Haochen, "You talk too much, why aren't you writing it yet!"

"Humph! Stinking man!"

Putong! Putting his body on the already prepared Xuan paper, Xiao Long used
his spiritual energy to condense ink into his claws and began to draw crooked
dog crawl talismans on top of the paper.

It was no wonder that he could not read the incantations, because the
intelligence of the paper head was limited. It was impossible to identify the
original incantation just by looking at the remnants, so he had no choice but
to erase everything he saw. Fortunately, Chu WanNing was able to recognize
the incantations and slowly recited the names of each incantation.

The dragon drew a waning moon.

Chu WanNing said, "Calm down. There is insomnia here. "

The dragon drew a seven-star formation.

"Star Manipulation. Here, someone has set up a sentry defense. "

The dragon drew a rouge box.

"... "The Rejuvenation Incantation."

Mo Ran burst out laughing, raising his hand he said, "I know about this. The
little curse of this little girl, the one on beauty maintenance tonight, is that
the Butterfly Bone Beauty Dining, right?"
Chu WanNing didn't comment. It seemed that he was a bit worried about the
incantation he was drawing. He tapped the table twice with his slender fingers
and frowned, "Draw the next one."

The dragon drew another heart.

Mo Qianni asked, "What is this?"

"Pure Heart Formula." Chu WanNing said irritably, "It's no use, someone is
just meditating. "Next."

The dragon chirped another picture of a dog's head.

"..." "Beast Taming Tactic..." Chu WanNing held his forehead and said, "You,
pick out important paintings. These kinds of paintings are for your face, for
your dogs, or for coaxing people to sleep, don't paint anymore. "Next."

Xiao Long raised his head, blowing on his beard and glared at him. "You're
really picky!"

"Painting!"

Afraid that he would be thrown onto the candlestick and become a real
"Candle Dragon", the little dragon on the paper could only lift up his two little
paws and wipe them off the paper. This time, he drew a very complicated
formation.

"It looks like there are two circles, then a fork, and then another vertical bar
going straight down. It's kind of like Yinyang Eight Trigrams. " Mo Ran's eyes
widened. "Shizun, this can't be what the mysterious person left behind on his
weapon …"

"No." Chu WanNing only glanced at it before feeling a throbbing pain on his
forehead, "The Sound Changing Technique."
"Oh? "Do what?"

"Some people are naturally dissatisfied with their own voice, or out of other
needs, if they want to change their voice, they can change the sound to
something else. It's not a very difficult technique." Chu WanNing paused for
a moment, then said, "However, using the Voice Transmission Technique too
long would cause damage to the throat, and it would be hard to recover the
original voice … There's something strange about this spell. I wonder who is
using it. "

Upon hearing that, Mo Ran smiled. "So that's how it is. That's not strange."

Chu WanNing sighed. he was about to say something when he was startled.
his eyes seemed to be filled with tears as he turned his head to look at Mo
Ran.

"Why aren't you surprised... Do you know something? "

"What do I know? I just feel that it's normal for someone to be dissatisfied
with their own voice. Maybe it's that Miss Song, or maybe his originally coarse
voice is especially unpleasant to hear and wants to sound better?"

"..." Chu WanNing brushed his sleeves and said, "All day long, I've been
daydreaming." He turned around and said to Xiaolong, "Look for the next
one."

The dragon drew another heart.

Mo Ran said, "Aiya, didn't Shizun already say that we don't need to draw the
Heart Cleansing Spell?"
"Pfft, child, what do you know?" Xiao Long glared at him angrily. He slapped
his tail hard, creating an ink mark on his heart. Then, he crushed it open and
blackened his entire heart.

"What is this? "Black Heart Art?"

Chu WanNing seemed a bit embarrassed, he stayed silent for a while and then
said, "No." It should be the love art. "

"What's that?"

"It's about the same as the love pills Xuanyuan would sell." Chu WanNing said,
"It's a seduction of one's intelligence, causing one to have feelings of love
towards oneself, and so on. Generally, it's for women. "

Mo Ran suddenly widened his eyes. "It can't be? Could it be that Song Qiu's
side …?"

"How should I know?" Chu WanNing seemed very indignant, he flung his
sleeves and said, "Other people's love affairs, why do they care so much? If
they want to do something, let them do it."

"But Chu WanNing, are you really not interested in this love art?" Xiao Long
waved his tail happily, "I find this spell very interesting. If you are willing to
call me 'Crown Prince Long', I will …"

Chu WanNing lowered his eyes, exuding a murderous aura. "Shut up and draw
one."

"Humph! You will regret it! "

"Are you going to draw?"

Xiao Long stopped drawing and sat down, scratching his belly with his short
claws.

Chu WanNing said coldly, "What, are you out of ink?"

"Idiot, there's no formation." Xiao Long rolled his eyes, "You've drawn so
many spells, and you still think it's not enough? No, no, that's it, there's only
so many. Besides these, this inn is very clean, there are no other spells."

Hearing this, both Chu WanNing and Mo Ran's expression changed slightly.
Mo Ran asked, "Is that all?"

"It's gone."

Chu WanNing said, "There's no incantation to measure spiritual roots?"

"Nope."

Shizun and disciple looked at each other with expressions of disbelief. One
must know that if that mysterious person wanted to use Xuanyuan to find a
new soul essence, he would have to place a measuring curse on the divine
martial spirit. But now, it seems that the divine martial spirit was clean and
clean, without any incantations attached — could it be that they had been
mistaken from the very beginning that the appearance of this blade was not
related to the mysterious person at all?

Seeing that the two of them were silent, Xiao Long suddenly leapt into the air,
spinning left and right, snorting, "Hey, you two are trying to reason with me,
I am tired of painting. Is there anyone who would like to give this Seat a round
of applause? "

Perhaps because of the irritation in Chu Wanning's heart, he waved his sleeve
and called out a yellow talisman. Seeing the talisman, Xiao Long screamed out,
"I don't want it, I don't want it, I don't want it!" However, in the blink of an
eye, it was absorbed by the talisman and became a painting on a piece of
paper. Chu WanNing tapped it again with his finger and the dragon slowly
disappeared.

Before it disappeared, it blinked at Chu WanNing in humiliation.

"If anything happens, I'll call for you."

Xiao Long sobbed, "If there is anything, it is Zhong Wenyan. If there is nothing,
Xia Yingchun, Chu WanNing, Chu Wanning, you have a bad relationship..."

"Go back!" Chu WanNing, who was still talking to it, raised his eyebrows in
anger. He slapped the charm back into place and pulled it back into his sleeve.

At night, Chu WanNing slept on the bed.

The two of them had a heavy heart.

Who would have thought that the Divine Martial Realm would not have any
runes on it? Was it because the mysterious person had mastered a measuring
method that they did not know about, or was that person not in a hurry and
did not intend to find the person with the most spiritual energy?

"Mo Ran."

He called to him in the dark.

Mo Ran responded in a natural manner, "Hm?"

"Let's return to the SiSheng Peak tomorrow."

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

"What?"
"That person could even be missed by Xuanyuan Wentian. There should be
other ways to find him. If he continued to investigate like this, there might
not be any results. Let's return to the SiSheng Peak first. I'll have the High
Lords send a secret letter to the other nine sects and have them investigate if
there are any spirit body essences under their tutelage. If there are, then we'll
protect them first."

"How can this be? What if that mysterious man is one of the leaders of the
top ten sects? "

"It may be very small. Even if it doesn't matter, he already knew we were after
him.

"Then how can Shizun teach those Sect Leaders to listen to Uncle's words?"
"Could it be that Shizun is going to tell them everything?"

"There's no need for that, and they might not believe it. I have my own ways."

Mo Ran asked curiously, "What method?"

"Accept."

"Ah?"

"I will naturally speak to the High Lord and have him inform the other nine
great sects that the boundary of the ghost realm is often broken and that it is
harmful in all directions. At the SiSheng Peak, Yuheng will accept up to five
disciples and pass down techniques such as the Supreme Purity Formation
Technique and the Killing Domain Technique to them. " Chu WanNing quietly
said, "Those sects have invited me over many times to be their Head of the
Scepter for the sake of these world spirit techniques. If I tell them that I want
to teach them something, I'm not afraid that they won't come. I have only
accepted a first class spirit body as a disciple. For the sake of selecting talents,
those Sect Leaders will have to obediently test the Innate Ability of all the
disciples under the sect. Our goal has been achieved. "

In the dark, his face turned green. "You … you want to take in another
disciple?"

"It's up to fate."

Chu WanNing turned over, as if he was finally a little tired and his voice
became softer.

"I told them to first report their names when they found them and then let
them practice ordinary Spirit Formation techniques on their own after three
years. If one of them really can persevere, then they'll take it …"

In the darkness, when he heard the person on the bed gradually becoming
confused about his words, Mo Ran felt as if his chest had been kicked over. It
was so sore that his heart ached.

Accepting a disciple again?

You only took three in your previous life and are very picky. Why don't you
pick one in this life? How could he just accept it!?

Several times he wanted to talk to him, but when he reached his lips,
he became silent.

Chu WanNing finally fell asleep, oblivious to the raging waves of jealousy in
the air.

The night was very cold. He called out to him three or four times in a low voice,
but seeing no response, he quietly pushed open the door and left the
bedroom.
The passage of the inn was quiet, except for a few red silk lanterns, which
glowed brightly on the wooden floor, reflecting a rippling orange light.

Even though Chu WanNing had already finished his martial arts experience.

But Mo Ran had yet to test his incompetence.

One must know that if a Divine Weapon was within 100 feet of their master,
they could cast a spell and summon their weapon back to their side. At that
time, Mo Ran had not had the time to sense if this was a weapon from his
previous life, so how could he miss out on this opportunity?

A layer of blood-red light appeared on his fingertips.

Slowly descending, Mo Ran said in a low voice, "Bugui, come to me!"

After a few moments, a dull sound of a saber rang out in the distance. The
sound was extremely soft, but it directly shook the eardrum like a hammer
striking at his heart.

Mo Ran suddenly opened his eyes, "Bugui!"

It was not returning. That black blade was arguing and crying blood. Its low
and deep roar seemed as if it was being separated by waves of blood as it
rushed towards him. He could almost hear Imperius crying and screaming
hoarsely. It was trapped, trapped by something Mo Ran didn't know it was
burning.

It could feel its master calling out to it, but it could not respond to the edict.
Something that was missing severed its connection with him.

However, they had a contract, they had all seen mountains and rivers
embroidered together, they had all waited for death together, and Wen Wu
Shan Palace was still warm at the last moment.
A man and a weapon were inextricably linked. His flesh and blood were torn
apart by some sort of force, but his muscles and veins were still connected.

Mo Ran's eyes were wet and red as he muttered, "Bugui …"

It's you.

Why can't you come back?

Who stopped you?

It was …

"Creak."

A soft sound of a door opening.

However, in this inescapable darkness, it was like a clap of thunder.

88.This Venerable one has encountered a second Rebirther.
He suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the voice.

A man wearing a black embroidered cloak with gold stripes appeared at the
end of the line. He was tall and straight, and his entire body was covered by
cloth. Even his face was covered by a black veil, revealing only a pair of eyes
that could not be seen clearly in the dark.

That person held a blade in his hand.

The narrow blade's entire body was pitch black and unstoppable.

No return.
"Who is it!"

"It doesn't matter who I am." His voice was strange, as if deliberately distorted.
"You only need me to know you."

Mo Ran flares for a moment, but remains calm, hibernating oneself.

"I am just a disciple at the SiSheng Peak. Do you know what I am doing? Is that
interesting?"

"The disciples at the SiSheng Peak? Heh, that's right. However, have you
forgotten that you are also Immortal Treading on your way back from the
Yellow Springs? You are the Mortal Realm King, the devil who killed his
masters and corroborated their dao."

Every time he said a word, the blood in Mo Ran's body would freeze by an
inch.

He felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Immortal Tracer.

Slaughtering through the 72 cities of the Confucian Monastery.

The Mortal Realm King.

Married to the most beautiful woman in the world, killed his Shizun, killed his
husband, and ascended to the peak.

The person said coldly, "You are Mo WeiYu."

It was drizzling.
It was unforgivable for anyone to die so that they wouldn't be able to
reincarnate.

Mo WeiYu should have been torn to pieces at the SiSheng Peak. he would
have died without a complete corpse if he hadn't dug his heart out!

"Who are you!"

All that was left was a fiendish, devilish look as he stood with the person at
the end of the path. In the next moment, he was going to lock onto his
opponent's throat and tear apart all the names that he did not want to hear
anymore!

That person raised his black-veiled hand, and in the blink of an eye, layers of
ice formed in the long corridor, completely cutting off the space between
them.

"You can't summon that blade anymore, right?" That person slowly walked
over and stopped about ten steps away from him. "Mortal Emperor … Maybe
it would be better to call you Mo Ran now? That's ridiculous. Have you ever
seen yourself in such a good state? "

"His heart is no longer as cold as steel, it is good for him to be by Chu

WanNing's side."

"Rebirth, rebirth, where is the person that I was told to protect in my previous
life?"

Mo Ran's facial expression changed drastically: "Shizun?! What did you do to

Shi Mei?! "

That person didn't answer and only sneered: "Do you know why you can't
recall 'No Return'?" His fingertips slowly caressed the thick blade, "Because,
your spirit soul is going to change, your hatred is going to dissipate … Before
you died, you regretted your life, and I couldn't guarantee that your Senior
Brother Ming Jing would be safe and sound, and that you would wish for an
afterlife … I will definitely not disappoint him. "

The pair of sharp and aghast eyes suddenly looked up.

"Mo Ran, did you do it?!"

"I —"

"The Ghost World Spirit Formation is about to be destroyed, so what

happened that year must be repeated. Do you still want to see him die, and
then beg for mercy while kneeling? — You are letting down the chance to
repeat it in this life, you do not deserve to touch it again."

"You don't need to say it!" Mo Ran said angrily, "The matter between me and
Shi Mei is not something that others can meddle in! You already know that I
am a reincarnated body, but who are you? Fake Chen? Or is it an old ghost
who has come back to life like me! "

"Heh …" That person chuckled, "An old ghost that has come back to life from
the dead …" "Yes, I am an old ghost who has come back to life from the dead.
Otherwise, do you think that you are the only one in this world who would be
blessed by the heavens to reincarnate?"

Who was it!?

Many blurry faces flashed crazily in his mind.

Those who died in his previous life.

Xue Zhengyong, Madam Wang, Chu WanNing, Song Qiutong, Ye WangXi...

In his previous life, he had been forced to go to the Wu Mountain Hall and
send off his funeral.

Xue Meng, Mei Hanxue, and the heads of the top ten sects …

Who was it …? Who was it!?

Whoever knew his secret had grabbed his seven inches. These demons and
devils who were separated by a life and death situation, who had stepped
over the yellow springs to chase after them, were all trying to force him onto
a dead end! Who was it!?

With a quick thought, the figure in front of him suddenly moved. That man's
clothes fluttered as he actually moved in front of him. This person was still so
strong even after he had been reborn. Mo Ran was astonished.

The indestructible blade blade was already pressed against his chest, and with
a slight force, it could pierce his flesh and tear away his heart meridian.

"Mo Weiyu, I had thought that you were an infatuated child, but perhaps it is
your Senior Brother who is clear. Even after you have lived your entire life,
you still do not place him in your eyes."

Mo Ran gritted his teeth and said, "Nonsense."

"I'm spouting nonsense?" The man sneered as he placed his hand on Mo Ran's
throat, slowly sliding down to his chest, "How much space did you leave for
him in your heart? I'm afraid your little nostalgia has long been worn out. Is
there still anything left? "

Mo Ran angrily retorted, "Don't you know the person in my heart better than
me? There's so much talk in there, why don't you take off your veil and let me
have a look! "
"If you want to see me, there's no need to rush." That person's voice was like
smoke, and his gaze was also ethereal, seeming to carry a sense of ridicule
that didn't even place people in his eyes. "When you die in this life, I'll show
you."

"You're the one who's going to die, you …"

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly felt a bone-chilling coldness

beneath his feet. Mo Ran looked down and saw that the man's ice spikes had
unknowingly climbed up his body.

Ice Curse, Ice Sting … Water Element...

Who could cast such a spell …?

He had met too many enemies and was anxious to recall them. His mind was
in a mess.

Xue Meng, Fire.

Chu WanNing, Jin and Mu.

Ye WangXi, Earth.

Xue Zheng Yong, Earth.

Who was it exactly? Why couldn't he recall who had such a powerful ability
to control ice?

"You're right, I'm going to die too." However, Mo WeiYu must have been
going on for a very, very long time. "

The ice quickly covered his entire body.

This person's strength was too terrifying. As Mo Ran released a bit of his
spiritual power to fight against the ice, he felt a huge, unreasonable force
pouncing towards him.

The person in front of him was not any weaker than Chu Wanning!

Water attributed.

Who!

In that split-second, a blurry face flashed by, but before he could think it
through, the man had grabbed him by the throat.

The fingers of his black-veiled hand caressed his throat. The man's eyes were
dark, devoid of light.

"There is no need for Your Majesty to worry about my life." He said slowly,
"Let me first bring you back some of the friendship you had grown up in, in
case you don't want to do anything serious and spoil my plan."

"Urghhh!"

A "pfft" sound was heard.

With a sorrowful cry, Bu Gui cut open the flesh of his former master.

"The wound is not deep. I will only take your blood and form a seal."

That person really only smeared some blood on his wound before tapping on
his forehead and muttering.

Mo Ran could only feel a sharp pain in his head as he cursed, "F * ck, you,
mother! Did you get chopped by me in your previous life or was your mother
killed by me for eighteen generations? What the hell are you doing!?"
"Shh, don't move. "It's just a Kindness of the Heart Curse."

"I don't care if it's the Charm of Mercy or the Curse of Nausea, can you stop
being so disgusting? Get lost! "

"Mo Ran." That person slowly drew a rune between his eyebrows, while softly
sighing, "How could you bear to make me scram?" After pausing for a moment,
he continued to chant, "The heart is unable to stop, the mind is unable to stop
… Open."

A sudden pain in his chest!

"You …"

The ice curse was suddenly lifted, and Mo Ran staggered. With a pale face, he
slowly kneeled on the ground.

"You're still not thanking me." The man in black lowered his eyes with an
indifferent expression. He looked at him disdainfully for a while and said, "I
will expand the feelings in your heart. What you love and hate, will be even
more obvious. In this way, you can at least see your own heart, right? If that's
the case, then don't you know that you have to do everything you can to
protect Shi Mei? And you will not refuse even if you die. It is truly useless. He
is just an abandoned son!"

So this Charm of Virtue was to make the love and hate in his heart more
intense and more distinct?

Why did this person have to spend so much effort to protect Shi Mei's life?

Water Element...
These were the last few messy thoughts that flashed through his mind before
he left.

With a "plop," Mo Ran fell to the ground, two thick, thick, deep eyelashes
falling to the ground. The man in black looked at him coldly for a moment,
then he slowly bent over and probed his pulse. After a moment of thought,
he raised his hand again, and a blue light appeared on his palm.

"Forgot."

The man in black said in a low voice. The blue light became even more intense
as Mo Ran on his forehead slowly loosened.

When he woke up, he would only remember that when he went out to
summon his divine weapon, the weapon would not come. He would never
think of anything else, and would never know that there was another person
in this world who had been reborn.

On the other hand, although the effects of the Charm of Virtue could only last
for a few days, it could very well point out the path for those who were
confused.

"I'm afraid that when you wake up, you'll find yourself liking Shi Mingjing
more and more. I'm afraid you'll want to dig out your heart and give it to him."
The man in black said coldly.

"Goodbye, Immortal TaXian Jun."

The night passed, and everything was settled. On the morning of the second
day, Mo Ran opened his eyes and found himself still lying by Chu WanNing's
bedside. He turned his head to the side. The window of the guest room
seemed to have been blown open by the wind in the middle of the night.
It was very quiet in the room. Mo Ran did not look at the bed, but he knew
that Chu WanNing was still asleep.

Outside the window, the sky was crab green. The morning sun had not yet
broken through the clouds, and was often pale and lacking in color. The sun
had not given it much warmth, and there were not many people in the
morning.

The wind that blew in had a hint of the fishy smell of grass and dew.

After lying there for a while, Mo Ran regained consciousness. Then, he sat up,
and a wave of pain came from his shoulder.

It was strange when the clothes had been torn, but there was a tinge of dried
blood beneath them.

He was stunned for a moment.

Didn't he go out to look for his sword last night? He only remembered that it
wasn't a reaction, it should be a fake. And then, it seemed …

Sigh, I can't figure it out.

Looking left and right, the dark brown floor protruded a thick nail, perhaps
the nail, oneself so heavy sleep? He was completely unconscious.

Dressed in clothes, he stood up and looked at the bed.

Chu WanNing was still lying on his bed, even though he had gotten used to
his high and mighty position. He could only take the rest of the bed, for
example, the floor at the end of the bed. However, today, he was ineffably
furious. Staring at that person's silhouette, he gritted his teeth.
"On what basis do I always sleep on the floor and you sleep on the bed? Your
respected Shizun is right, but isn't there a saying that you love your children?"

Mo Ran was very unhappy.

The thought of a protruding nail on the floor that had scratched him for no
reason made him even more indignant.

It was still early in the morning, so he didn't want to torture himself any longer.
He simply lay down on the bed, closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

Two people, one facing the left, one facing the right. The bed was wide and
spacious, yet they wouldn't bump into each other.

They had once embraced in a dream, but now they fell asleep separated.

Their skin and limbs overlapped in his previous life. In the craziest days, even
after he loved him every night, he was reluctant to withdraw. The two people
who had been so intimate now lie at the end of a big bed and slept like this.
89. This venerable one and your current affairs
>> noncon warning

When Mo Ran woke up again, the sun was high and the sky was bright.

Mo Ran turned over and blinked his eyes. He saw that Chu WanNing was still
sleeping.

Perhaps it was because he had drunk Yan Mo Xiang Lu, or perhaps his body
wasn't too well recently and he was constantly having nightmares. At this
hour, his dream was actually deep and profound. He turned his back to him,
with a long black hair scattered, flowing between the pillows, a good night's
color.
Mo Ran: "..."

Since his Shizun wasn't going to get up, there was no need for him to work
hard as a disciple. The bed was very comfortable, and it was better to just lie
there.

However, it was boring while lying down, so Mo Ran played with Chu
WanNing's hair.

Shizun's hair always had a faint flowery fragrance, soft as smoke, dense as
mist, it was one of Mo Ran's favorite caresses.

As his fingers passed through the thin fog, a feeling as fine as silk emerged
from between his fingers, making his heart and liver feel itchy.

The inky crinkled curtain swayed slightly with the wind leaking through the
window.

He squinted his eyes. He was still full of energy when he woke up in the
morning, not to mention that it tasted so good and was so familiar. Then …

He brushed a strand of Chu WanNing's hair and took a sniff.

This soft hair slowly brought back memories from his previous life.

Although after his rebirth, he tried his best to avoid reminiscing about the
lustful affairs he had with Chu WanNing in the past, for some reason, he still
had such thoughts in his head this morning.

In his throat, he also seemed to be thirsty.

He didn't want to touch the person in front of him again, but his hair could do.
He closed his eyes and kissed the ink between his fingers.
This ink-black color …

The Wushan Hall, at the SiSheng Peak, was also in a similar state. Thousands
upon thousands of threads of ink hung down, burning Mo Ran into a cage. He
held the man's slim waist in his hands, and a thin layer of muscles covered the
area beneath his fingers. It was a very different feeling from a woman's touch.

Mo Ran, as the victor, took his time, but he still maliciously commanded him.

"Move faster."

"..."

"You're so slow, don't you have any strength?"

Even so, Chu Wanning was still unyielding. He gasped slightly, his hateful eyes
were moist and reddish, and then he bit his lips, almost brutally acting like
self-harming.

It was too painful.

As he repeated, his bowed back gradually became spasmodic, and his body
was wet with cold sweat. He did not beg for mercy, nor did he say a word.

In front of him, there was long black hair falling down. Inky eyes shone bright
in the night. Animal desire, madness, joy and pleasure were intertwined in
those eyes.

"... Hmm!"

He suddenly let out a muffled hum. At last, his body seems to be unable to
sustain the pain. Mo Ran’s eyes were heavy. He suddenly sat up, holding the
sweaty body in front of him. The man was shivering slightly, enduring the
hardship... But when Mo Ran sat up, he only went deeper, and his abdomen
felt like it was being stabbed.

The violent man touched him gently, but he was extremely vicious.

"Chu WanNing, have you ever thought that one day you would be done like
this by me?" He locked up the person in his arms and began to slowly thrust
in, licking his ear. He was extremely intimate, making the other shudder.

"Elder Yuheng, Beidou Immortal... Oh, not yet. Take the initiative to separate
your legs and ask me to fuck you.”

With his hands on the waist of the other, he pushed himself against him. The
feeling of Chu WanNing’s tightness excited him so much he felt sparks in his
chest, but he pretended to remain calm, wanting to humiliate him further.

"Didn't you say I was mean and you despised me? But Chu Wanning, now
you're flattering me." He bit his chin maliciously. "Look down and see how
you keep sucking me in, eh? Which one of us is inferior, my good shizun?”

"..." Chu Wanning shivered, closed his eyes, and refused to listen to such foul
language.

This... It's his first time...

It's with someone he used to like, but it felt like torture. Death is better than
this.

"Open your eyes."

His cold command was in his ear.

"Don’t forget Xue Meng’s life still in my hands. You know what I'm going to
do if you don’t open up."
Unable to do anything, he eventually slowly opened his watery eyes.

Being pinched by him, he forced him to look down at his disciple’s sexual
organ, slapping where their bodies met, bringing out the sticky blood and
thick liquid, which was extremely lustful.

"Get up."

His feet and legs were weak, and his last thread of dignity made him unwilling
to rise with the help of Mo Ran. Most of the sexual organ was pulled out, and
a little angry head was left at the entrance of his hole.

Mo Ran held his cock, shallowly thrusting several times, only letting Chu
WanNing watch himself be fucked. Chu WanNing's eyelashes kept rustling
and trembling, he didn’t know whether it was due to pain, humiliation or
stimulation anymore.

"You really are a slut.” Mo Ran whispered. “If I had known earlier, I would
have done this to you when I was your disciple."

In the end, he was still a scoundrel who did not know his place.

Such a vulgar sentence was like a blade that pierced Chu Wanning's heart.

He suddenly raised his head, closed his eyes, and spoke in a hoarse voice for
the first time.

He said:

"Mo Ran, kill me."

The hand holding his waist trembled imperceptibly.

After that, Mo Ran smiled. His smile was still sweet and cute, with deep
dimples.
"Sure."

Chu WanNing suddenly opened his eyes.

Mo Ran was burning in those moist eyes that made him want to burn his body.
He saw a twisted smile on his face.

"If you want to die, I won't stop you. However, the method of death is not up
for you to choose. I will have you gangraped by thousands of people in front
of your good disciple Xue Meng. Oh, it's best if you let Xue Meng participate.
Do you think it's good enough?"

"You-!"

Ruthless words like poisonous insects pierced the man's soft ribs. This
scorpion named Mo Ran, with its teeth and claws open, appreciated its
achievements, watching Chu WanNing's paling face. Although he was very
patient, his slightly open lips still trembled unconsciously. Mo Ran suddenly
felt a surge of satisfaction, pity, joy and excitement. After taking Chu WanNing
a second time, still deeply buried in his body, he rushed to hide in his chamber,
almost madly. "Oh, why are you so silly? You thought I was serious?" He
laughed low, then kissed him vigorously, rubbing him, and gasping. "Don’t
worry, I was lying."

Chu WanNing was almost broken in his arms. His soul became like powder.

"I lied to you." Mo Ran gasped heavily, feeling that he was too addicted to
this. He pushed him to the ground, pressed himself against him, raised his legs
to thrust into him, his hips moving quickly and vigorously. "How could I give
you up to someone else? You can only be mine... I am the only one who can
touch you..."

His slender white fingers clawed at the ground, but there was nothing they
could grab.
In the end, he was helpless and could only let himself be manhandled by him.
The light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and covered his eyes.

Chu WanNing said softly, "Mo Ran..."

"Mo Ran, if you still have a little bit of feelings for me … And a little bit of
conscience …"

His eyelashes trembled slightly under the back of his hand.

"Please... Don't do this again …"

"Mo Ran..."

His voice choked.

That was the first time he heard him cry in his previous life.

"Mo Ran, I can't take it anymore..."

"It hurts …"

Suddenly, with a flip of his body, Chu WanNing roused Mo Ran from his sweet
memories. The past came to an end, leaving only his heart pounding.

His long hair had slipped from his fingers, but the person fell asleep on his
side, his face so close to his that Mo Ran could even make out the slender
eyelashes.

So beautiful, he thought.
Honestly speaking, Chu WanNing didn't have feminine traits. His facial
features were straight and he had a strong aura, as if cut by knives and axes.
He was actually more manly than the average person.

However, the more it was like that, the more it made him itch.

Mo Ran really wanted to see this domineering and resolute man being
penetrated beneath him. To devour his soul and corrode his bones.

His heart beat faster and faster.

He stared at Chu WanNing's face, his gaze shifting inch by inch until it landed
on his pale, resting face, where his lips were slightly parted.

He couldn't help but get closer.

As long as he was a little bit closer, he would be able to kiss him.

A nectar-like taste.

Mo Ran's Adam's apple trembled and he felt endless thirst. Closer, a little bit
closer… They were about to meet.

Suddenly, a flash of clarity flashed through Mo Ran's mind. He suddenly froze

and his face turned deathly pale.

What was he doing?!

He sat up abruptly and stared at the man on the bed with his eyes glued to
him – Chu WanNing, Chu WanNing. No matter how used he was to having sex
with him, it was all in the past! What was he doing? Was he crazy?

Did he really like him?

Mo Ran was suddenly shocked by this thought. His complexion turned pale,
and his mind became distracted.

Finally, he took a deep breath, buried his face in his palms and rubbed them
fiercely. With a curse, he threw on his clothes and ran away.
90. There is nothing wrong with the idiom of this
venerable one
When Chu WanNing finally woke up, it was already noon.

Chu WanNing was truly in a good spirit. He had slept well last night and no
longer had nightmares to disturb him. He yawned and sat up slowly.

"Mo Ran?"

His disciple, who had always loved to stay in bed more than he did, was
actually not in the same place where he slept last night.

No one answered.

He got up and straightened his clothes, tying up his long, foggy hair as he
made his way to the cubicle. A thin mist seemed to rise from behind the
embroidered screen depicting the mountains, as if someone was bathing
behind it.

"... Mo Ran."

Chu Wan Ning stood outside and called again.

Still no response.

Involuntarily suspicious, Chu WanNing knocked on the wooden edge of the

screen. After several times of being unsuccessful, he frowned and went to the
back of the screen.

This was a special place for bathing and washing up. In the middle of the room,
there was a large camphor bath barrel. Chu WanNing glanced inside. The
water was hot and full, and there were some traditional Chinese medicine
plants scattered all over the place, but no one took a bath.

However, when he looked around, he noticed that Mo Ran had taken off all
his clothes and placed them on the wooden shelf.
Did he run out after taking a bath and not wearing any clothes?

Chu WanNing's forehead twitched as he suppressed this horrible thought. he

pursed his lips, his expression turning ugly.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly heard two gurgling
sounds from behind him.

Chu WanNing turned around, only to see several bubbles appearing in the
wooden bucket covered by the herbs.

— Someone in there?

With this thought, a "hua" sound was heard, and a naked youth jumped out
of the bucket like a dragon out of water, startling Chu WanNing into taking
two steps back.

The young man seemed to be holding his breath underwater, so he did not
hear Chu Wanning calling him. He could not hold it in any longer and stood
up, flinging the water droplets from his hair onto his clothes like a dog.

"Mo Ran!"

"AHH!" The person who was tossing his head was stunned for a moment.
Then, he abruptly opened his eyes wide, obviously not expecting to see him
as soon as he came out. He was extremely shocked. "Shizun!"

"You …"

His gaze swept across the well-developed body of the youth, and the
gradually expanding back of his shoulders seemed very broad. The lines were
fluid and firm, and extremely young and tense. Droplets of water slowly
flowed down the firm muscles of his chest, filling the air with a dazzling luster.

He was like one of those beautiful mermaids, half floating in the water, with
wet hair and eyes, and even a few petals in his hair.
Mo Ran wiped the water droplets off his face, smiling as he moved towards
Chu WanNing. He folded his hands beside the bucket, relaxed them like a
leopard, and looked up at Chu WanNing.

Chu WanNing felt dizzy and his face turned hot. he asked subconsciously,
"What are you doing?"

"Take a bath."

"Morning?"

"Heh heh." He felt somewhat guilty. In fact, he had originally wanted to

suppress the evil fire so he had wanted to take a shower. However, after the
fire had been suppressed, he felt that he had already taken off his clothes, so
it would be better for him to take a good bath. He was so happy after washing
up that he dived into the water to practice the method of holding his breath.
Unexpectedly, Chu WanNing ran into him.

"What are you laughing about?" Chu WanNing frowned. his tone was cold as
he tried to cover his excitement. "You don't know how to wake me up even if
you wake up early. You're messing around here, throwing clothes everywhere
to make a complete mess."

"Shizun. You. There's water here. "

He raised his hand to wipe away the side of Chu WanNing's face.

"General."

Mo Ran smiled, he had forgotten that his hands were already wet. If he wiped
Chu Wanning's face, he would only get more and more wet.

Chu WanNing stood stiffly on the spot, the air around his was very cold and
his face was tense. his lips were pursed, only his eyelashes could be seen from
time to time.

It was as if he was training a hound, but the crafty son of a bitch had raised
his head and given him an ingratiating bow.
"... Get dressed and get out. We have to prepare to return to the sect. "

Finally, with a cold look on his face, he left.

The tip of his ears had turned red.

As he did not see the place, there was also a pair of moist, complicated, yet
still yearning eyes that could not help but look after him until he disappeared
around the corner.

The smile on Mo Ran's face disappeared and was replaced with a look of anger.

Annoyed, he slapped the water and ruthlessly rubbed his face.

What the hell.

What happened today?

However, he only raised his hand to touch his face when he saw him in the
bath.

The desire that he had suppressed with great difficulty had actually hardened
his heart again...

"Why did you wear your clothes for so long?"

By the window, Chu WanNing turned around. His clothes were fluttering in
the wind, and his jade-like cheeks were being blown by the wind as he
reproached his in a slightly impatient manner.

Mo Ran coughed a few times and mumbled, "I used a spell to dry my hair. The
speed at which I used it was a bit slow. Shizun, don't blame me. "

It was rare for him to behave in such a way, so Chu WanNing looked at him in
surprise and said, "Since you're done cleaning up, go pack your things. We'll
rent an immortal boat later. I don't want to ride the sword, and horses are
tired of it too. "Walking on the water, we can enjoy the peace and quiet."
"Oh, okay." Mo Ran did not dare to look at him, so he coughed a few times in
a covert manner.

Chu WanNing frowned, "What happened to your throat?"

"... Nothing."

They turned around to pack, bought some dry food and snacks from the store,
and went to the dock to rent a boat on the way.

The boat crossed the Yangtze River, and when it was no longer feasible, it took
up its wooden wings, using magic as a support to travel high into the sky.
Although his movement speed wasn't fast, it was better than being
comfortable and secluded.

Eight days later, the two of them arrived at the SiSheng Peak. The wooden
boat stopped in front of the mountain gate.

The moon was hanging high in the sky, and it was late at night. Elder Yuheng
had ordered Xue Zhengyong not to send anyone to welcome them, so the two
of them went up the stairs and met the four gatekeepers at the main entrance.

"Elder Yuheng!"

"Young Master Mo!"

When the four disciples saw them, a trace of fear flashed across their faces
for some reason. Before the two of them could react, they all fell to their
knees and reported anxiously: "Elder, Young Noble, someone has been sent
to avenge the two of you! The High Lord had sent a pigeon to tell the two of
them to stay out of the way. It seemed that the fat pigeon was still flying very
slowly, and had yet to arrive! "Elder, Young Noble, you guys quickly go to the
Wuchang Town and hide for a bit. Don't ever go in!"

Chu WanNing narrowed his eyes and asked, "What's the matter?"
"It's someone from the upper cultivation world. They say that the elders wish
to cultivate evil arts and bring you to the Heavenly Note Pavilion for
interrogation!"

"Heavenly Note Pavilion?" Mo Ran said in surprise, "Isn't that a prison set up
by the top ten sects, specially used to interrogate the heinous,
unpardonable?"

"That's right! They came for the matter of Cai Die Town! " One of the female
disciples said in panic, "Elder, do you still remember? The time you were
scolded by the staff! "

"At most, it could be considered an abuse of immortal arts, affecting mortals.

Shizun has already been punished. Why did he suddenly start an old grudge
and alert the Heavenly Note Pavilion? " Mo Ran furrowed his brows, "Also,
what is the evil art?"

"We are not too sure about the specifics, but the people said that all of the
citizens of Rainbow Butterfly Town died in one night. The one who killed them
was a half-immortal half-ghost thing, as if it was ordered by someone. That
Ghost Immortal's spiritual energy was profound, so ordinary rogue cultivators
would definitely not be able to control her. Thus, the cultivators in the higher
realms all had their suspicions … I suspect that this was done by Elder Yuheng!
"

Chu WanNing: "..."

"Pfft." Mo Ran laughed, "I thought it was a misunderstanding. This kind of

misunderstanding, it's fine as long as you explain it clearly, there's no need to
hide." He then turned to Chu WanNing and said with a smile, "Shizun, look at
their brains. Why don't you get rid of the monster and talk about your fight
with the younger generation for the limelight." You beheaded a great demon,
and you suspected that you were practicing evil arts and raising a ghost
immortal to harm others. "Then let's just not do anything anymore. It's best
to learn from them that it's better if they just meditate at home and
cultivate."
Chu WanNing did not smile, his expression was ugly. After a moment of
silence, he asked, "The people from Cai Die Town are all dead?"

"I heard it's like this. No one survived."

"..."

Chu WanNing closed his eyes.

The female disciple saw that his expression changed and asked anxiously,
"Elder?"

"This may not have been done by me, but it may have been caused by my
impenetrable exorcism. Since you have responsibility towards me, how can
you avoid it? " Chu WanNing slowly opened his eyes, "Mo Ran, follow me
inside."

Each of them was ten feet tall, with nine layers of copper branches spread out.
From top to bottom, from short to long, there were a total of three hundred
and fifty-six candles, lighting up the entire hall, as if it was day.

In the main hall, Xue Zheng Yong stood there in his formal attire, his eyes like
those of a leopard. He looked like an iron statue, staring at the people below.

"Villa Shizun Li, let me tell you one last time. Elder Yuheng is not in the sect at
the moment, and I can guarantee your head, the matter at Cai Die Town, is
not something that he had done on purpose. Stop talking about women. "That
…"

Lady Wang stood to the side, covering his sleeves as he softly pointed out,
"Huang."

"Cough, stop talking nonsense about that b * tch!" Xue Zheng Yon
g waved his hand and spoke with an imposing manner.

Madam Wang: "… …"

In addition to the disciples on duty at the peak of the dead, there were more
than thirty people standing below the hall. Almost all of them wore blue
gowns, held their horsetail whisk up their arms, and wore heaven silkworm
crowns. The man in the lead was about fifty years old. He had two tufts of
whiskers shaped like catfish, fluttering in the wind. If it wasn't the Shizun of
the Jade Lake Villa, Li Wuxin, who could it be?

Li Wuxin twirled his long beard and sneered, "Sect Leader Xue, my esteemed
sect also has a righteous path, which is why we are speaking so rationally. Cai
Die Town was shocked when Elder Yuheng of your sect took his disciple to
exterminate the Demon. Besides the three of them, none of the other clans
have any connections with cultivators. They have all evidence and evidence.
You have to admit it, even if you don't, you have to admit it."

Xue Meng, who was standing beside his father, could not help but curse, "You
still have the f * cking face to say that? When did you manage the matters of
the lower cultivation world? Normally, they would just stand by and watch
themselves ascend to heaven. If something were to happen, it would fall on
my Shizun's shoulders. Where did this logic come from?! "

"Young Master Xue." Li Wuxin was not angered by his words. Instead, he
looked at him meaningfully and smiled, "I have heard that Young Noble's
reputation is outside the sect, and he is known as the Little Phoenix Daughter.

"You-!"

Li Wuxin slowly rolled his eyes, and turned to look at Xue Zheng Yong: "Sect
Leader Xue, I have a strict cultivation method. Once he intervened, he would
thoroughly investigate this matter. If you insist on not handing over Yuheng,
Mo Ran, and the others, this old man can only ask the world's greatest sect,
the Confucian School, to come forth to uphold justice! "

Xue Zheng Yong had a strong temper, so when he heard him say that, he was
quite disgusted, "Whoa. "I know that your Jade Wave Villa is on good terms
with the Ju Feng Sect. However, even if Nangong Liu personally stands before
me today, I will still say that — no one shall be handed over, this matter has
nothing to do with Yuheng."

Xue Meng also said, "Manor Lord Li, please return. "Let's go."

"See? See! They are just so unreasonable, so they must hide their filth! " A
man's voice suddenly burst out from the crowd, "Back then, that Mo guy stole
something from my friend. We politely came up the mountain to find an
excuse, but they also rudely coaxed us to leave! Villa Owner Li, did you see it?
If you allow the peak of the dead to continue doing evil, then the lower
cultivation world is finished! "

He had barely finished when he heard a soft chuckle in the hall.

Everyone turned their heads and saw a young man in blue light armor leaning
on a red lacquer sculpture door, lazily looking at the scene inside the hall.

The youth was extremely handsome, his skin still tight and exquisite under
the candlelight, as if it would shine.

"Young Master Chang, when did I steal from your friend?" The young man
smiled gently and cutely, "Tell me about that Rong San-er … No, perhaps it
was Rong Jiu. I can't remember. In short, is that wonderful creature your
friend or your lover? You are a very dishonest person, I'm afraid he will be
hurt. "

The one who was crying over there was none other than the one who had
said earlier that he would follow the SiSheng Peak, the wealthy Yizhou
merchants, named Chang.

Young Master Chang turned around abruptly. When he saw that Mo Ran had
appeared, his expression changed before a glint flashed across his eyes.

"Mo WeiYu, you beast, Jiu'er and I are friends with a pestle, and we are
innocent. Now that he has been poisoned by you bunch of demons and has
died a miserable death, you still dare to slander him and frame him!"
"What?" Mo Ran shuddered as it widened its eyes. "Rao Jiu is dead?"

Young Master Chang was angered and his eyes filled with tears, "His parents
are also from Cai Die Town. A few days ago, he went back to visit his family. If
he didn't go, how would I know about the evil things you and your Shizun
did!? He will also not go and ask Villa Owner Li for justice! "

But Mo Ran did not have a good impression of Rong Jiu, after being surprised,
he impatiently waved his hand, "What is a pestle, you are a pestle, and he is
a pestle? Using a pestle, how are you guys innocent? "

"Mo Ran … Mo Ran!" Young Master Chang did not expect him to say such
words, and cried out in anger, "You, you ignorant bastard! "You, you …"

"Ahem …" Madam Wang could not help but feel embarrassed.

On the other hand, Xue Zhengyong blinked his eyes and did not say anything.
A pestle was not a good word to him, and he felt that what his nephew said
made a lot of sense. There was nothing wrong with it.

In the darkness of night, there was a sudden sigh. That sound was like the
shattering of a mountain or the beginning of a lake of ice. An indescribably
deep and moving sound could be heard.

He did not hesitate to slap Mo Ran's face.

"Vulgar language, the pestle talk is about the friendship of Gongsha Mu Wu

You, regardless of whether you are rich or poor." Chu WanNing appeared at
the door with a dark expression and said in a bad mood, "What are you doing,
making a fool of yourself by standing at the door? Why aren't you rolling in!"

"Shizun!"

"Shizun!"

Xue Meng and Shi Mei were surprised and happy to see him and came to greet
him.
Xue Zheng Yong's eyes widened in annoyance and helplessness, "Yuheng, why
are you back so suddenly?"

"If I don't return, how long are you planning to hold on by yourself?" Chu
WanNing strode into the Wu Mountain Hall. his handsome face, under the
flickering candles, was as elegant as an immortal. He stopped in front of the
golden seats in the great hall and nodded to Xue Zhengyong, then turned
around and lightly waved his wide sleeves.

"The SiSheng Peak and death is Chu WanNing. He shall take the seat of the
elders of Yuheng. I have heard that all of you have something to ask of me,
but I will not show any respect." Facing Li Wuxin's surprised gaze, Chu Wan
Ning's phoenix eyes were like smoke as they swept across his eyes and he said
lightly.

"Please advise me."

91. The Shizun of this venerable one is the Great God

In the main hall, this person was dressed in snow-like clothes, standing with
his hands behind his back. His expression looked dignified and cautious, but
his eyes were slightly raised and his eyelashes were slightly lowered. There
was a sense of scorn and arrogance in his politeness.

Li Wuxin did not expect Elder Yuheng to be him. In a split-second, his face
turned pale with fright, "Chu, Chu …"

Chu WanNing calmly replied, "Manor Lord Li, how have you been?"

"Why is it you!" Li Wuxin was speechless for a long time, his face was like dried
wax, "After you left the Ju Feng Sect, there was no news of you, and we even
said that you went wandering the four seas, who would have known that you
would actually cast a bright pearl in the dark!"

Chu WanNing laughed coldly, "Thanks to you, I'm Ming Zhu."

"..."

"Alright …"

There was no need for idle chatter. First, they had to get down to proper
business. I heard you think that I was practicing the evil arts and killed five
hundred residents of Cai Die Town. This fact is not my doing, but since Villa
Owner Li came all the way here, you must have already had a
misunderstanding. I still have important matters to attend to, so the Heavenly
Note Pavilion will not accompany the Manor Lord.

If the manor lord has any questions, please ask them here. "

He was too lazy to stand.

With a wave of his sleeve, he sat on the seat of the elders. The Wushan Hall
had a special seat for each elder. Chu Wanning's seat was on the left side of
Xue Zhengyong, covered with a thin bamboo mat and half a bamboo curtain.
Compared to the seat beside Elder Lu, which was filled with fresh flowers, it
was much too sparse.

Although Chu WanNing did not intentionally hide his name these few years,
he still kept a low profile. Thus, even though the juniors of the Jadepool
Manor had heard of him, they did not know how powerful he was. However,
Li Wuxin was different. He had roamed the martial arts world for many years.
How could he not know about the mighty and mighty Ye Yuheng?

His fists were clenched tightly in his sleeves as he glanced at Young Master
Chang out of the corner of his eye.

If it wasn't for the Chang Clan's ten thousand taels of silver, why would he
bother to take on such a difficult job? Elder Yuheng, who thought that the
SiSheng Peak was only a nameless cultivator, who knew that it would be the
long-awaited Chu Wanning!
If he knew it was him, he wouldn't have entered this muddy water no matter
how much benefits he was given. He couldn't advance or retreat right now.
He couldn't back down, so what should he do …

On the surface, Li Wuxin did not change, but in his heart, he was complaining
incessantly.

One of his direct disciples didn't know what was going on, so he thought that
Elder Yuheng was being unreasonable. Because of this, his Shizun didn't know
how to deal with it as he asked in an intelligent tone, "Elder Chu, have you
been to Cai Die Zhen's Demon Subduing Sect before?"

Chu WanNing raised his eyelids and looked at him, "That's right."

"So, that ghost bride is also the evil of your town?"

"Are you talking about Luo Lian?"

"I …" The young man was speechless, he only knew that the evil spirit that left
behind in Cai Die Town was a ghost bride, but he did not know much more.
Why do you ask so much? "He's very young, around 15 or 16 years old. How
many newlyweds could there be in this town who have died in injustice?"

Chu WanNing sneered, "Cai Die Town uses wedding as its common practice,
even if there isn't a hundred ghost brides, there's at least fifty. I really don't
know who you're talking about."

"You …"

"What do you mean 'you'? I don't have any rules. You still aren't leaving! "

After reprimanding the outspoken disciple, Li Wuxin changed to a more

amiable expression and said to Chu WanNing, "Grandmaster Chu, this is the
first time my disciple has left the mountain. He doesn't understand the rules,
so don't take offense. The ghost bride he was talking about was indeed Na
Luo Jian. "

Chu WanNing slightly frowned, "Luo Jian's vengeful spirit went away?"
"Yeah." Li Wuxin sighed, "That female ghost lost his sanity, so not only did he
kill everyone in the Chen family, he also massacred everyone in the town.
When I led my disciples to suppress them, Rainbow Butterfly Town was
already devoid of people. "

Chu WanNing mumbled, "How could this be …"

"I heard that the person who was once involved with this matter was the Elder
Yuheng who was at the SiSheng Peak. Also, in Cai Die Town, I have two other
things. Grandmaster Chu, I hope that you can look carefully to see if this has
anything to do with you. "

As he spoke, he took out a piece of bloody yellow silk from his sleeve and
handed it over to Chu WanNing.

Unexpectedly, Xue Meng stepped in front of him and blocked him, saying in a
bad mood, "Give it to me!"
，
"This …"

"My Shizun is a germaphobe. He doesn't like to touch things that are touched
by outsiders!"

Xue Meng's words were indeed exaggerated. In reality, Chu WanNing was just
reluctant to touch anything that had been stained by a person he loathed. He
really wasn't that obsessed with cleanliness. However, Chu WanNing did not
like Li Wuxin to begin with. Thus, he allowed Xue Meng to cause trouble. he
did not say much and only lowered his eyes to drink the hot tea offered by Shi
Mei.

Li Wuxin held back his anger, but there was nothing he could do. he could only
give the yellow silk to Xue Meng with a cold smile.

Under the candlelight, everyone watched.

Chu WanNing shook the silk, and after a quick glance, his expression changed.
"Passage Curse …"

"Exactly. Grandmaster Chu, according to my investigation, you temporarily

sealed Luo Lian's spirit. Before you left, you handed a Sending Incantation to
the Chen family's only daughter, and asked his family to recite it daily for ten
years.

"That's right."

"Then, this Sending Crossing Incantation is Grandmaster Chu's handwriting. It

isn't correct either, right?"

"... That's true."

"But Grandmaster Chu, at the end of each chapter of your Descending

Incantation, there is an additional rune. You should know what that means,
right?" Li Wuxin's voice suddenly rose high in the air.

Every time someone from the Chen family completed a teleportation rune,
they would create an anti-curse symbol, forcibly turning the pass-through
spell into a curse to harm others, forcing the seal to be broken, causing Luo
Jian and the other monsters to go berserk! No one in the Chen family
understands. Other than Elder Yuheng, who gave the silk to them personally,
this old man could not think of a second person who could teach them how
to draw such a powerful rune! "

"Old man, don't you dare slander us!" Xue Meng flew into a rage. "If my Shizun
wanted to kill them, why would he beat around the bush like that! Can't you
imitate something like a spell or a handwriting? You suspect that it was my
Shizun who drew it, and I suspect that it was your son who secretly drew it on
the way here to frame someone! "

Li Wuxin smirked as he said, "Young Master Xue Meng, why would a junior
like you intervene when an elder speaks?"
Xue Zhengyong spoke up, "Villa Shizun Li, it would be unfair for you to say that
you are wearing Yuheng's clothes just because of this silk cloth. "The child is
right, the handwriting can be imitated. If anyone wants to frame Yuheng, just
draw according to his inscriptions a few times, and it will be very similar."

"In that case, I would like to ask, since when did Grandmaster Chu have such
an enemy? He spent so much effort to come and harm him."

Mo Ran, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly laughed.

Li Wuxin looked at him and recalled his vulgar words. He could not help but
frown. "What are you laughing at now?"

"I laughed at you all talking about it for a long time, but I forgot one thing."

Xue Zhengyong asked curiously, "What is it?" What did you think of, Ran'er?
"

"Although I haven't read many books, I happen to have some understanding

of the Ten-Thousand Waves Wave Reversal, and I happen to know how to
draw. Look, look, isn't this one?"

As he said that, a trace of spiritual power with a red glow appeared on his
fingertip. He leaned against the pillar leisurely and carefully spread it through
the air. Not long later, an exquisite and exquisite Ten-Thousand Waves Waves
Waves Incantation appeared in the air, looking as beautiful as fireworks.

Xue Meng said in surprise, "You dog, you are awesome. When did you learn
it?"

Mo Ran smiled and said, "There is one in Shizun's book. If you find it
interesting, then you will have to write it down."

As he spoke, he lightly tapped the bright red rune, allowing it to slowly soar
into the sky above everyone's heads. The red mark flickered as it overflowed
with bits and pieces of light.
"What do you think? Why don't you go and compare it with the symbol I've
drawn?" How about you compare it with the symbol I've drawn?

The disciples at the SiSheng Peak were least afraid of the commotion. Seeing
Chu WanNing throw the silk in front of the table expressionlessly, it seemed
that he had tacitly agreed to Mo Ran's move.

At first, the people of the Jade Lake Villa were nervous, but later, they also
couldn't help but become curious. Some of them even went over to take a
look.

Li Wuxin: "?"

"The Incantation of Ten Thousand Waves was created by me."

Li Wuxin: "..." After watching for a long time, they finally came to a conclusion.

It was painted with ink and was exactly the same as the incantation on the
silk. It was almost made by a single person.

That idiot Li Wuxin spoke again. He pointed at Mo Ran, and said with a pale
face: "Sure! Great! He admitted it! It seems like you were the one who killed
the person! "

Mo Ran: "..."

Chu WanNing suddenly asked, "Little brother, how should I address you?"

"Hmm? You're asking me? " That stupid guy was surprised for a moment, then
he held his head high and said proudly, "I am not in the mood to sit down and
learn from the thirteenth disciple, Zhen Ying Ming."

Mo Ran: "Pfft."

Chu WanNing, on the other hand, was not very responsive to the word 'smart'.
After all, he had a name of his own, 'scaring you to death'. He only said coldly,
"When the elders speak, the younger generation must learn to shut their
mouths."
Li Wuxin's face turned red as he listened to Li Wuxin's earlier criticism of Mo
Ran. Li Wuxin was extremely upset, but there was nothing he could do. He
could only harrumph and say, "Grandmaster Chu's disciple really is a hero
coming from a young man. What ability does he have? This incantation was
drawn to match a Grandmaster's."

"Villa Head Li, it's not only me. If you can draw this rune, you will certainly
draw the same kind of rune as my Shizun."

Li Wuxin stared at Mo Ran, "What do you mean by that?!"

Mo Ran smiled and said, "The tens of thousands of waves are reflected in the
waves. The strokes are complex and the strength is deep. The ink color is
dense and light. Even if it is not heavy, it can't be different by half a day. Thus,
no matter who drew it, it would be no different from the creator. It had
nothing to do with the handwriting. If there was even the slightest bit of
difference in the drawing, this anti-spell would not have worked. "

"Nonsense!" Being pointed out like this by a junior, Li Wuxin could not help
but get angry from embarrassment, his beard blowing everywhere, "Which
spell in this world would have such crafty requirements!?" Although this old
man has never learnt this technique before, I know that this is nonsense. Brat,
do not spread rumors! "

"He did not spread rumors."

Li Wuxin could no longer hold it in and said angrily, "Chu WanNing, there is
no proof to your words! How could you know! How do you know! The
weakness of a mantra is usually best known when it is created. Do you dare
to say that you were the creator of the Ten-Thousand Waves Wave Reversal?!
"

Chu WanNing lifted his eyelids and looked at him expressionlessly. he took
another sip of tea and said slowly.

"Why would I not dare? I'll tell you now. "

92. This venerable one will go to Cai Die Town again
The moment he said this, everyone was shocked.

Especially the disciples of the Jade Lake Villa, their expressions all changed
drastically as if they had been struck by lightning!

It must be known that in the cultivation world, third-rate Warlocks would

remember magic spells, second-rate Warlocks would comprehend magic
spells, and first-rate Warlocks would modify magic spells.

However, there was also a type of person who was not close to this second or
third rate. Those people were often out of their reach and they did not need
to die to comprehend it. They were not satisfied with the transformation, but
had grasped the final step.

Creation.

They were either good at making special pills, or at creating special armor, or
they could draw an unprecedented map of spiritual spells. All of these things
were for Shizuns.

These Grandmasters, to the minor cultivators of the Celestial Sect, were

usually written in the scroll.

Or perhaps it was a emblem on a treasured Totem. The young disciples of the

Jadepool Manor had never imagined that the person they wanted to capture
to interrogate the Heavenly Note Pavilion would be such a god-like figure.

Li Wuxin's forehead was already covered in cold sweat, but as the Lord of the
Manor, he had to persevere. He forced a smile, a sheen of oil on his paddy
bskin.

"I didn't expect that it would be such a coincidence. This Ten-Thousand Waves
Wave Reversal was actually created by a Grandmaster."
Then this old man is really … Hehe, I have truly misunderstood Grandmaster
Chu. However, when we fought in Cai Die Town with Luo Lian's ghosts, this
old man obtained something else. This thing, I wonder if it has anything to do
with Grandmaster Chu. "

Chu WanNing frowned, "What is it?"

Li Wuxin waved his hand, "So smart" immediately brought a brocade box over.

"It's a weapon."

Chu WanNing didn'tme, not to mention the others, say anything. he stared
at the box, and after a while, he suddenly asked, "Is it a piece of willow vine?"

"Ah?"

This tieven Mo Ran' eyes were wide open in disbelief.

Li Wuxin trembled and said, "How, how do you know? Don't tell me it's really
you, no … … Just what is going on here!? "

A golden light lit up in Chu WanNing's palm, spreading out inch by inch as it
coiled around the ground. As the light softened, a willow branch with
extended branches and leaves appeared in front of everyone.

On the other hand, Chu WanNing was unperturbed. He was already sure that
the matter regarding Cai Die Town was like 'Jin Cheng Hu' and 'Peach Blossom
Source', coming from a single person. So he said, "Manor Lord Li, what's in
the box is this weapon, right?"

"Right, right." Li Wuxin was speechless.

The brocade box opened, and inside was indeed an identical bunch of rattan
veins.

Chu WanNing narrowed his eyes.

When he was at the Peach Blossom Origins, the 'hell' that he had killed Yu
Min and planted the blame on his had made him suspicious. Now it seemed
that it was indeed true.

"Villa Owner Li, can I take a look at this willow vine?"

Li Wu thought for a while and thought that the situation was not good today.
He decided that it was better not to offend Chu Wanning, so he said,
"Grandmaster Chu is too courteous, I was just here to ask you about the
situation, if you want to look closely, I'm not happy yet, I have no reason to
stop you."

Upon hearing this, Young Master Chang was displeased. He did not hesitate
at all to invite the Jadepool Manor to back him up and seek revenge. Seeing
that the situation wasn't good, this old thing was about to go against the
rules?

He gave Li Wuxin many meaningful glances as he glared at him.

How could Li Wuxin pay attention to him? Mo Ran, who was standing to the
side, saw everything, and joked, "Young Master Chang, are your eyes feeling
uncomfortable? What are you trying to squeeze in for? "

On the other side, Chu WanNing took the willow vine from the box and
carefully examined it.

Sure enough, although the willow vine and 'Heaven's Inquisition' had the
same appearance, their auras were extremely weak. It was different from the
Martial Spirit that recognized its owner; it was clearly a 'dead object'.

"Heartpicker Willow..."

Xue Meng's ears pricked up. When he heard these three words, he was
stunned. "What?"

"This willow branch, and the one where I killed Yu Min at Peach Blossom
Origin, were all taken from the Peach Blossom Valley." Chu WanNing said.
"Ah?" Shi Mei exclaimed, "It's actually like that?"

"When we were at Jin Cheng Lake, before Old Dragon died, he said that one
of the spells, Fake Chen, required a powerful wood spirit as support. It must
have been because he left behind a few divine willow leaves before Jin Cheng
Lake was destroyed. Although the spirit energy weakened after the Divine
Wood fell, it could still last for a period of time. "

Chu WanNing ran his slender fingers over the golden leaves.

"And he didn't waste any of this exhausted spiritual energy. He used anything
that could be set up as a trap and gave it to his puppets to use as a weapon."

As he said this, a fire suddenly appeared in his hand, and he lit up the vine
that looked extremely similar to Heaven's Inquisition. The fire immediately
began to burn, reflecting in everyone's eyes whether it was fear or confusion.

"This is not my weapon." Chu Wan Ning burned a few branches before
extinguishing the fire. he threw the vine away and said, "Heaven's Inquisition
is full of spiritual energy. Not to mention ordinary fire curses, even the
Samadhi True Fire cannot burn it."

Li Wuxin opened and closed his mouth, but after a while, he unwillingly
opened his mouth again.

"I have also heard of the matters regarding the Peach Blossom Origin. I heard
that Young Master Mo, who is at the SiSheng Peak, accidentally killed the
Feathered Immortal Lord …"

"Sigh, I've never killed him before." Mo Ran waved his hands casually.

Xue Zheng Yong's face showed displeasure, and his attitude became even
more determined: "I have already explained this to the Door of Immortality,
it is not my nephew's doing. Villa Shizun Li, if you bring it up again, don't blame
me for being impolite. "
Seeing him in this state, Mo Ran did not know what had happened to him. He
suddenly froze, and his smiling eyes seemed to have something deep within
them that flowed past. He murmured, "Uncle"
Chu WanNing said, "The Peach Blossom Origin incident was a conspiracy
misunderstanding. But at that time, I had no way to defend my disciple. But
today, everyone has come to find out the truth. I am actually willing to tell
this matter to the Shizuns of Jade Lake Villa. "

The lights were flickering, and Chu WanNing briefly explained the matter of
Jin Cheng Chi and Peach Blossom Origin. After he finished speaking, the
Jadepool Manor disciples were all dumbfounded. Li Wuxin was drenched in
sweat as he stuttered for a while, "Grandmaster Chu, do you mean that there
is a person in this world who has almost Shizuned one of the three forbidden
techniques, the 'Precious Chess Game'?"

"That's right."

"How is this possible!?" That was a forbidden art! "Even the sect leader of the
world's greatest sect, the Confucianism's School of Wind, is unable to obtain
a Forbidden Technique Scroll —"

Chu WanNing replied, "I'm not lying, but whether you believe it or not is up
to you."

"Impossible." Li Wuxin's face was pale, his lips trembling as he laughed, as if

he could convince himself as long as he took this as a joke, "If there really is
someone who is proficient in precious chess, then the world would be thrown
into chaos. Everything in the world of cultivation would have to be changed!"

As the Treading Immortal Emperor in his previous life, Mo Ran was somewhat
unhappy. "That guy only knew how to use it, not proficient. If he is truly
proficient, how can the world be so peaceful today? "

Li Wuxin's long beard trembled, he was about to say something when a sword
light suddenly flashed at the door, and a disciple from the Jadewood Manor,
covered in blood, tumbled down from the Imperial Sword and spat out a large
mouthful of blood. Then, he raised his tear-stained face and shouted at Li
Wuxin, "Manor Lord, it's bad, it's bad. Your barrier in Cai Die Town has been
broken! When the evil spirit gushed out, his senior brothers built their world
with their flesh and blood. For the time being, they were able to protect the
evil spirits from running away, but... All of my thirty senior brothers that
defend the border have died, so I have to survive and come forth to report …
"

He took a few breaths and suddenly burst into tears.

"Manor lord! Faster fuse to inform all sects in the upper world! All the dead
in the town have been controlled. It's a forbidden art, a forbidden art! "

"What!"

Li Wuxin staggered backwards until he crashed into a wall pillar. His entire
body was pale and withered like a corpse that had just been poured out of a
coffin.

"We can't do it alone..." The disciple's face was covered in blood and tears.
"Manor Lord!"

Suddenly, he saw Xue Zheng Yong, and then he kowtowed towards him.

"Sect Leader Xue, please come along as well! My senior brothers... I... I'm
sorry …" He spoke incoherently for a while, then suddenly closed his eyes and
looked up at the sky.

"They all... All dead! "

The hall was deathly silent for a moment, then went into an uproar.

Xue Zhengyong remained calm in the face of danger. He immediately ordered

Madam Wang to inform the other eight great sects in the cultivation world
and ordered Xue Meng to gather the various elders.

"Chu WanNing?"

"There's no time to lose. I'll head over first."

"But you don't know the Imperial Sword Technique …"

Without waiting for Chu WanNing's reply, Mo Ran rushed over. He also really
wanted to meet that guy who had "grasped" Precious Chess.

"Uncle, don't worry. I'll control the sword and follow Shizun."

Chu WanNing looked at him silently, acquiescing.

The two walked out of the hall at the same time. Shi Mei stood there for a
while with his face pale. Then, he suddenly thought of something and said, "I-
I also …"

However, when they ran out of the Wushan Palace, Chu WanNing and the
rest had already gotten far away on their flying swords. Xue Zhengyong
happened to call him back at this time, so he didn't want to run around alone.
Shi Mei had no choice but to go back to find Xue Meng and wait for the second
batch to leave.

Looking at that Jade Pool Manor, Li Wuxin had been living like a prince for a
long time, how could he have met with such a big problem, but the old man
cared about face, after taking a deep breath, he also immediately ordered
people to take care of the messenger disciple, and then sent a message to the
rest of the elders of the sect. He also called for soldiers and generals,
preparing to go to the Rainbow Butterfly Town and make a big scene to
restore his prestige.

The group of people majestically walked out of the Life and Death Peak, and
like hundreds of valiant meteors, they flew towards Rainbow Butterfly Town.
Li Wuxin stood at the head of the sword while walking on the edge of the
clouds. He could not help but use his peripheral vision to quietly size up the
disciples of the number one sect in the lower cultivation world.

He had never expected that he would end up fighting against a bunch of

people he despised the most. For a moment, his emotions were complicated.
However, the sword traversed a thousand li in an instant. When Fang
Chongyun broke through, a blood-red evil light shot up into the sky. Li Wuxin
was no longer in the mood to care about matters of the upper world of
cultivation.

In the sky, a red light array, which was as big as the entire town of Cai Die
Town, was constantly flashing, the huge array was divided into a neat
checkerboard by the beam of light, on the board, the shadows of the dead
townspeople were like wood sculptures, standing in the air, 500 families,
1,000 residents, all looked like a lush human forest.

Li Wuxin cried out involuntarily, "This, this is really …. Jane's Chess!"

Xue Zheng Yong's face was also ugly, he said to Li Wuxin, "Manor Lord Li, I'll
bring some people to the southeast, I'll trouble you to go to the northwest.
The other eight big sects haven't arrived, we'll have to hold on to Cai Die Town
for a while."

Li Wuxin could not care less about this' us' and nodded, "Alright, alright."

Xue Zheng Yong cupped his fist and bowed towards him, then brought his
sword down, leading the group to descend from the sky, and all of them
landed in the southeast side of Cai Die Town. The protection barrier created
by the Jade Lake Villa's disciples' flesh and blood was already at stake, the
aura was extremely weak, and through the translucent barrier, one could see
the rioting corpses inside.

"Chu WanNing!"

Seeing a man in white clothes flying in the air and a young man in silver and
blue armor standing in front of them, Xue Zheng Yong shouted loudly, "What
happened? Can't this barrier make up for it? "

Chu WanNing had been here for quite some time. He was the world's number
one world spiritist, but this formation was still damaged, causing Xue
Zhengyong to be extremely confused.
However, Chu WanNing ignored him. Xue Zhengyong was about to call out to
him again, but Mo Ran suddenly turned around and gestured at him.

"Shh, uncle, don't say anything. Come here."

Xue Zhengyong went over and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Don't disturb him."

Mo Ran pointed at Chu WanNing.

He was standing with his eyes closed, and his lips were pale and bloodless.

Xue Zhengyong was shocked. He probed the side of his neck with his finger
and asked with fear, "Soul Divergence Technique?"

"Yes, it's full of ghosts. There are thousands of them, but I can't see any Luo
Jian. he should be in the innermost area. The matter has not been ascertained,
and he does not know what the person behind this is trying to do this time.
Therefore, he wants to go personally to Luo Jian and interrogate her. "

"They're already wraiths, why ask!" Xue Zheng slapped his thigh in irritation.
"Strengthening a barrier is more important!"

"Absolutely not! Shizun used the Soul Divergence Technique to temporarily

separate the soul, and entered because it was full of dead people. That way,
we wouldn't alert the enemy. If you strengthen them now, it will cause
Shizun's death! "

"What?!" Xue Zheng Yong said hurriedly, "Nephew, you stay here, I'll go and
talk to Li Wuxin!"

Mo Ran nodded his head and said, "If Shizun recovers his soul, I will
immediately use the blue curse to ignite it in the air. At that time, all four
directions will be sealed up together. But if I do not ignite it, Uncle absolutely
cannot let them repair the barrier, otherwise when tens of thousands of
ghosts devour it, Shizun will only have his soul within, and absolutely cannot
protect himself. "
"Got it, got it!" Xue Zheng Yong didn't even finish his sentence before he flew
away.

Mo Ran raised his eyes and looked at the barrier that was about to collapse.

"It's about time, Shizun. You should be able to find Luo Jian by now, right?"

He turned around and held onto Chu WanNing's cold hand naturally because
of worry, but he did not notice it at all. He stared at Chu WanNing and said
softly.

"Soon..."

At this time, Shi Mei, Xue Meng, and the others descended into the
surroundings and stood within the crowd. But just as they raised their heads,
they saw two people with their hands clasped in front of the Spirit Formation.
He was stunned for a moment before his face gradually turned pale. He then
bit his lips and slowly turned his head away.

93. Who would dare to touch this venerable one’s

Shizun?
At this moment, Chu WanNing's soul was moving through the boundary.

Wherever they passed, ghostly figures moved about, and demons roamed
about. However, the strange thing was that every single one of them had their
hearts dug out before they died. Their chests were empty, or there were even
blood vessels and flesh hanging outside.

Some even had white ribs.

Chu WanNing knew something was wrong, but the defensive world around
Cai Die Town was getting weaker and weaker. He could not stay any longer,
so he quickly rushed towards the Chen family's residence.
When they arrived outside the Chen residence, they saw a cauldron half the
height of a man placed in each of the east, south, west and north directions.
Each of the four cauldrons was emitting an increasing amount of smoke. But
the smoke was not pure white, but red, blue, brown, and gold.

A fire was lit under the cauldron, and the inside of the cauldron was filled with
blood. However, when one looked closer, they would discover that
underneath the tumbling blood were piles and piles of red meat.

Human heart!

The four cauldrons were filled to the brim with the hearts of the dead.

"Gathering Sand Towers …"

Chu WanNing murmured.

He suddenly understood why even though he had been pursuing Mo Ran for
so long, he did not see the mysterious person continue to pursue the essence
body. It was because of that crazy fellow, he was actually able to use this
move!

The so-called [Sand Towers] was to dig out hearts of the same attribute and
gather hundreds of them together. Although it was not as powerful as an
essence spirit body, because of the resentment of those who died in vain, it
would still be able to draw out a considerable amount of power in a short
period of time.

But why did it have to be Cai Die Town?

Why did it have to be Luo Jian...

Entering the Chen family courtyard where the tables were overturned and the
chairs were resting, both Lady Chen and Lady Chen had hanged themselves in
the hall.

He walked around the hall but could not find a single trace of her. Then, he
went further in and entered the ancestral hall. He saw that the ancestors'
ancestral tablets were being served with a bowl of meat paste. If you looked
carefully, there were half an eye and a finger mixed in the mud.

Chu WanNing felt nauseous upon seeing this. Just as he was about to leave,
he suddenly heard a burst of crisp laughter from above his head.

Suddenly, he raised his eyes and the white paper lantern flew into the air. The
extinguished candle flame lit up in succession.

Luo Jian was sitting on the beam, barefooted and wearing a bright red
wedding dress. he was swaying as he tilted his head to look at Chu WanNing.

"Aiya, I found me."

Although he looked exactly the same as he remembered, his smile was

completely different from the shy ghost he saw in front of his in the past. he
was arrogant, and his eyes were still round and round, like blazing flames, but
they were shining with a devilish bloody light.

Luo Jian, Demonized.

Heaven's Inquisition had only one chance. When Chu WanNing came to Cai
Die to suppress the devils, he had already used Heaven's Inquisition on her,
so he couldn't do it again. The only way was to suppress his soul force and
bring his back to his mind for questioning.

Chu WanNing said, "Luo Xianni, what are you doing here?"

However, he had already secretly formed a formation in his sleeves and was
preparing to take action.

"Pfft." The petite and exquisite young lady said crisply, "I'm happy and I want
you to mind my own business."

Chu WanNing shook his head, his brows furrowed even more. There was a
scar on his forehead, as if it was carved into her.

"The one in that bowl, is it Chen Bohuan's younger brother?"

"Oh, you're talking about him." Luo Lian was not bothered at all, "The one on
the left is the one on the right. I used that bitch surnamed Yao to chop that
one."

"...!"

"Who wants his to live or die? Not seeing others, but relying on the fact that
she's the county magistrate's daughter, he wants to steal my husband. It
should have been minced meat! "

At this time, Luo Xiaoyi had completely lost his mind. his temperament was
completely different from his previous life. he was even more unable to
recognize that this person before his was the "Big Brother Yama" who once
declared his wrongdoings.

When Chu WanNing heard that Lady Chen Yao had been dismembered, his
heart turned cold and he asked in a low voice, "Then... "The young sister of
the Chen family …"

"She treats me well. I'm not unkind to her."

He smiled, his lips tender and bright as if they had been stained with blood.

She touched his belly and said:

"So she's here."

"I ate her. This way, when little sister is together with me, he won't be bullied
anymore. "

"... You're crazy."

Before he finished his sentence, a fiery light flashed in his hand as a sharp,
golden light illuminated the room. Chu WanNing flew up and smacked a spell
on Luo Jian's forehead.

The evil ghost roared!

At an incredible speed, Chu WanNing only drew ten golden chains in an
instant, trapping Luo Jian.

His long, cold, white fingertip was pointed at the center of his brow. His eyes
were flashing like blazing lightning. His face was solemn and cold like a
thundercloud.

Her thin, watery lips parted as he chanted the incantation.

Luo Jian's pair of eyes were popping out as he was salivating. his originally
beautiful face suddenly became twisted as he recited, "Shut up, let me go! I
owe you a debt of blood, what's wrong with that! "

Chu Wan Ning ignored him. his pair of cold eyes drooped down and the light
on his fingertips became even brighter.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Luo Jian screamed
hysterically, "Let me go! Let me go! My head hurts! I can't take it anymore! "

He screamed miserably as he suddenly stopped. His eyes were bloodshot and

his mouth curved into a faint smile.

Two eerie chuckles.

"You want me to say that, don't you? This Immortal Monarch?"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Chu Wan Ning's phoenix eyes suddenly widened. he seemed to have stopped
his attacks just a moment ago as his body flew out several feet.

The white shadow swiftly avoided Luo Jian's Soul Shattering Palm and
gracefully landed on the veranda, with white silk fluttering everywhere.
Luo Jian slowly straightened his body, and all the pain he pretended to be in
disappeared. He was not affected by the cleansing spell just now. Instead, his
spiritual power was even stronger than before!

"You want to injure me with a mere Curse of Purification?"

Luo Lian sneered.

"This old lady has devoured over a thousand strands of aura of the living,
refining the body of a mortal is only at the last moment. At that time, I can
rescue Chen Lang from the Underworld, and we can fly together, far away
from the mortal world. How could I fail and be destroyed by a cultivator like
you?! "

Her true nature was gone and the only thing in his heart was to be with Chen
Bohuan forever.

Chu WanNing's heart skipped a beat and he asked in a low voice, "Who told
you that you can refine a mortal body like that?"

"What does it have to do with you!"

Chu WanNing retorted coldly, "This man is just spouting nonsense. Your
original body has been turned into dust and ashes. If you want to cultivate
your mortal body again, you must enter the cycle of reincarnation. There was
no such thing as rebirth after absorbing thousands of auras. He lied to you
and slaughtered everyone in the town just to gather his heart so that he could
gather spirit energy and do what he wanted. "

"...!" Luo Yuan's eyes suddenly widened, "Impossible! He wouldn't lie to me!
"

"Who is' he '?"

"He... He is..." After a few moments of concentration, Luo Jian let out a long
shriek, hugged his head and shouted, "I don't know! I don't know! I want a
physical body! I want to live! I don't want to die! He didn't lie to me … He
didn't lie to me … You lied to me... Yes, it's you! "

With his sharp red silk, the female ghost howled and stretched out his sharp
claws, pouncing towards Chu WanNing.

At the same time, an ominous clap of thunder came from the sky. Chu
WanNing avoided Luo Jian's attack and glanced around, only to see that the
defensive enchantment had been torn apart by the fiendish air of the
Rainbow Butterfly Town. The aura of living people outside rushed in, and in
all directions, zombies roared!

The barrier was about to break.

Too late!

If he could no longer summon back Luo Jian's soul consciousness, he could

only choose to kill him.

Then all the clues would be cut off.

Outside the defensive boundary, Li Wuxin looked at the horrifying crack in the
air and shouted at Xue Zhengyong, "Are you not going to repair it? Nourish it!
If this world is destroyed, and over a thousand corpses rush out, will you and
I be able to stop them? "

"Wait a little longer!" Xue Zhengyong's face was also ugly, beads of sweat
were dripping down his forehead, "Please don't make up for it, Yuheng is still
inside. Let's wait a little more."

Li Wuxin cursed silently. Seeing that the barrier was like a broken chicken egg,
his heart pounded as he said angrily: "If the barrier is destroyed, it will
definitely be a fierce battle. I want to see how you explain it to the entire
cultivation world!" Saying that, he turned around and shouted at the disciple,
"Has the fuse been issued? When will the other eight sects arrive? "
The disciple in charge of the transmission is sweating profusely: "The eight
great sects all said that it was important at this time and they needed to
report first to their respective Sect Leaders. After the Sect Leader and the
Elders have discussed this matter, they can come forward to settle this
dispute. "

"..." Li Wuxin's face became even darker, "Where's the Ju Feng Sect? Elder
Nan Gong has always been extremely bold and bold, how can he also be this
silly? "

"This …" Just as the disciple didn't know how to respond, he suddenly saw a
sound transmission talisman flash. After reading it, he was overjoyed and
shouted, "Ju Feng Sect is here! Just a moment ago, the Ju Feng Sect sent word
that they would immediately send their disciples to suppress the evil spirits!
"

As expected, before even the time it took to make a cup of tea, a layer of clear
blue clouds suddenly rolled in from the horizon and approached. As expected,
before the time it took to make a cup of tea, a layer of clear sky suddenly
rolled in from the horizon.

The two people in the lead were precisely Nangong Kui and Ye Wangxi.

On his back was a quiver of arrows. The arrogance and arrogance of the young
man was written all over his face.

On the other hand, Ye Wangxi was still dressed in black. he was wrapped in a
shawl embroidered with the totem of the Immortal Crane of the Ju Feng Sect.
he looked seventy percent handsome, and thirty percent beautiful.

"What's going on?!"

As soon as Nangong Si saw the tattered barrier, it exploded. Sparks flew as he

looked around the crowd, directly passing by the group of people at the peak
of the mortal world. It landed on the only person who was fit to talk to him,
the manor lord of Jade Lake Villa.
"Li Wuxin! This enchantment has been broken to this extent, and you all are
just standing there foolishly, don't you know how to repair it?! "

Although Li Wuxin was older than Nangong Si, he was the sole son of the sect
head of the world's number one sect. He was scolded to the point that his
face turned red, but he held it in and forced out a smile.

"Young Master Nangong, you might not know this, but Sect Head Xue was the
one who said that you should …"

In one sentence, he threw the hot potato to Xue Zhengyong.

"The SiSheng Peak?"

Nangong Lee looked at Xue Zhengyong and snorted. It was hard to tell if he
was sneering at him or trying to say something else.

Then, he waved his hand and said to his personal guard, "Screw off and fill up
this broken pot. If you keep nagging, just think it will be a big deal."

Ye Wangxi wanted to stop him, "Young Lord —"

But Nangong didn't even look at him, what was even weirder was that Song
Qiu Tong had also come. But today, he did not stand by Ye Wangxi's side, but
was standing by the side of NanGong Si. his face was still covered with a white
veil, and his eyes were lowered, looking extremely obedient.

The disciples of the Ju Feng Sect did not hesitate at all and only listened to the
orders of their sect leader. This was especially true for the personal follower
of that wild horse, Nangong Si. They didn't even bother listening to his
explanation. Instead, they all rushed forward to form the seals.

"Stop!"

Xue Zheng Yong had just interrupted four to five people's attacks. He turned
around and saw that another disciple had already formed a repair seal. A blue
light shot out towards the crack in the barrier.
Xue Zheng Yong's face suddenly paled and he shouted, "Yuheng!"

"Bam!" With a "peng" sound, flames flew in all directions.

At this critical moment, a blood-red lightning bolt suddenly struck down,

forcefully blocking the healing seal right in front of the crack!

Everyone looked up and saw a young man standing in the air with a sword in
his hand, guarding the position of the barrier. That youth's eyes were
originally very bright and gentle, as if he was born with warmth. However, his
eyes were sharp, and the willow vine in his hand was overflowing with a
bloody light, and every leaf was splashed with flames.

Mo Ran's eyebrows drooped extremely low as he spoke in a gloomy voice, "I

already f * cking said that no one is allowed to touch this barrier. Are you new
people deaf? You don't understand human speech?! "

Even though he hated Chu WanNing, it was still a personal grudge between
the two of them.

Regardless of whether it was in his previous life or this current one, if anyone
dared to touch a single hair on Chu Wanning's head, Mo Ran would kill that
person for sure.

He had said before that the people he hated could only be killed by him,
destroyed by him, and bullied by him.

Under his rage, he couldn't help but reveal the ruthlessness of his previous
life. How could he be the playboy Young Master who usually made fun of cats
and dogs?

Not to mention the people from the Ju Feng Sect, even Xue Zheng Yong, Xue
Meng, and even Shi Mei were stunned as they watched the scene unfold.

94. This venerable one bids farewell to the Heaven Split

Nangong Luoshen looked displeased, his eyes burning like molten iron.
His gaze wandered over, rested for a moment on the inky red divinity, and
then moved away.

"Who is this?"

Ye Wangxi said, "He is the Young Master at the SiSheng Peak. His surname is
Mo."

"Mo? The one you picked up a few years ago?"

"Yes."

NanGong Yuan shot a glance at Ye Wangxi, "You know him?"

"Peach Blossom Origin once lived in the same courtyard."

Nangong Si sneered, he did not know what that meant. However, when Ye
Wangxi saw his reaction, his face paled and his eyelashes drooped. he then
pursed his lips without saying a word.

"Since he wants to wait a bit longer, then we might as well give him some face.
Since he is already a Martial God at such a young age, I would like to see what
abilities he has."

Mo Ran did not have the time to pay attention to the Ju Feng Sect. He turned
around, his clothes fluttering in the wind. The barrier was already broken.
There wouldn't be much time left …

Chu WanNing, how are you?

Swish! his slender fingers tore through the curtain, and the white silk flew into
the air. The plain satin was shaken into a thousand flakes of snow.

Chu WanNing felt a familiar aura rushing towards him, and suddenly reacted,
his eyes wide open, "Heaven's Inquisition?!"

No.
Not Heaven's Inquisition.

When he fought him, there was an extremely heaven defying spiritual energy
in his body.

The interior of the Chen family's mansion was as thin as a fog. A living soul
and a malicious spirit were locked inside. After exchanging more than ten
moves, the mystery in Chu WanNing's heart gradually disappeared. He
suddenly thought of something and was enlightened.

"Heartpicker Willow..."

Luo Jian had died a long time ago, and the fire had turned to ashes. At that
time, he could only rely on Old Lady Chen's body to do all the work. There was
no reason why he could return to his original appearance now.

That mysterious person had taken a piece of the heart harvesting willow vine
and gave it to his as a temporary shelter to return his soul to her.

The well-cooked hearts outside, the rising smoke. Gold, water, fire, and earth
were all waiting for Luo Jian's "wood" to remove his heart from his body.

What was that person trying to do!?

Could it be that he had spent so much effort just so that Luo Jian could regain
his physical body and kill his way to the ghost realm with Chen Bohuan? Who
could do such a thing for her?

Her family had all died long ago.

Family …

Family!

Chu WanNing's heart skipped a beat and his blood rushed to his head. He
suddenly thought of the conversation he had with Luo Jian when he had first
met her.
She had an older brother who had left his many years ago …

Was it him?

"Those who block me, cannot live!"

Luo Jian was a real body while Chu WanNing was a soul. Although his spiritual
energy was far inferior to his, it was still a tough fight against the weak.

In the blink of an eye, his bright red claws pierced towards his heart, so as not
to damage his soul, Chu WanNing dodged abruptly and put his hand on his
forehead.

"It's useless. It doesn't matter how many times you try! The Purification
Incantation cannot hurt me! " he laughed sinisterly, looking up at the sky and
letting out a long roar, summoning the corpses of Cai Die Town from all
directions.

"You are a lonely ghost. Why don't you listen to my commands? Here is where
the salt is gathered, where it is used to drink blood and slaughter! "

Terrifying howls suddenly rang out, the Cai Die Town was in chaos, and the
rioting Heartless Zombies heard his summons, and rushed towards the Chen
residence.

Zombies rose and fell like tidewaters, and their roars were like raging waves
as they were quenched in the wind. This roar that caused chills to run all over
one's body was like the cry of the battlefield. In an instant, it spread all over
the surrounding hundred miles. Regardless of whether it was within or
outside the spirit formation, one could hear it clearly.

Outside the realm, all the immortals were filled with fear.

Inside the world, Chu WanNing fought alone.

He was alone, his soul alone, dressed in white, standing across from Luo Jian.
he was laughing heartily, his eyes filled with madness and viciousness. He was
a gentleman like bamboo. When he heard Hundred Wraith's words, he did
not change his expression. However, his brows were lowered and his eyes
were like a layer of haze.

"Do you remember something you said to me, Luo Xianni?"

"Hmm?" he did not seem to think that he would ask such a question and could
not help but be a little stunned.

While he was lost in his thoughts, Chu WanNing was already wearing a white
robe as he rushed to the top of the Chen Residence's courtyard. A pair of
spotless silk-like legs were resting on the black sandalwood tiles.

"You said that you never wanted to be a ghost, and you also said that you
never wanted to harm anyone."

As the sound of his voice faded, the wind blew in all directions.

Chu WanNing looked up, the black corpse tide was surging in from all
directions. He slightly creased his brow. Suddenly, with a flick of his wide
sleeve, a cold wind blew against his living soul's clothes.

A cage of golden splendor suddenly lit up between his hands.

"Sorry."

Suddenly, tens of thousands of vines shot up from the ground!

Cai Die Town blood flowed out, the ground that was filled with corpses,
suddenly cracked open with tens of thousands of holes, thick willow trees
broke out from the ground one after another! They were all overflowing with
dazzling golden light. Like thousands of chains, they grabbed the fleeing
corpses one by one!

Chu WanNing closed his eyes, his long hair fluttering in the wind in front of
his snow-like face.

He said in a low voice, "Heaven's Inquisition, ten thousand people's coffins."

He suddenly raised his eyes, which were like fiery lightning.

Countless dense branches and leaves appeared, trapping the zombies that
were still roaring and struggling. Soon, every willow tree cracked open a crack,
and as the crack opened, all the dead were wrapped up and suddenly sealed.

The ten thousand man coffin.

The largest weeping willow tree rose up from the center of the Chen family
estate, and like a sharp arrow flying through the wind, it chased after Luo Jian,
who was constantly dodging.

However, Luo Jian had the body of a Little Liu, Little Liu, Heaven's Inquisition,
and Hell, they were all part of the same species that led the palace from the
God Realm into the mortal world. For a moment, the coffins made by Tian
Wen couldn't catch up to Luo Jian's petite and nimble figure.

Her bright red embroidered robe billowed like waves in the wind. The giant
willow grew taller and taller as it pierced through the barrier, soaring straight
into the heavens.

The people outside the barrier were shocked speechless. Those with weaker
spiritual energy could no longer hold on, and their knees went weak from the
aura of a Grandmaster and fell to the ground.

As the willow tree formed by the Heaven's Inquisition Spirit grew higher and
higher, almost reaching Haoyue, Chu Wanning's spirit energy was released to
an unprecedented level. Some of the cultivators around the town had blood
flowing in out of their eyes, and even someone at Nangong Feng's level of
cultivation found it hard to breathe.

Nangong Kui gritted his teeth, "There's actually such a character at the
SiSheng Peak? Elder Yuheng? "

Li Wuxin stood at the side and calmed his anger. He was, after all, the head of
the manor, so he could still hold on. He said: "Young Master Nangong, this
person, is Chu Wanning!"
"What?!"

Under such strong pressure, Nangong Si was suddenly shocked and spat out
a mouthful of blood.

"It's Chu... Grandmaster? "

"Young Master, don't say anymore."

Seeing that he was injured, Ye Wangxi raised his hand and pressed on two of
Nangong's acupuncture points, and then lost some of his spiritual power to
him. Unexpectedly, Nangong Si didn't appreciate his kindness and abruptly
broke away from him. He wiped the blood from his lips and said, "Don't touch
me."

"..."

"Lord Ye, let me do it." Song Qiu Tong was from the Butterfly Bone Beauty
Seat, so he was not affected much. he walked forward, looking at Ye Wangxi
timidly as he recommended herself in a low voice.

Ye Wangxi, however, wasn't as friendly as he was when they first met. He

actually ignored her.

Song Qiu Tong bumped into a nail here, and then turned to look at Nangong.
Nangong Si's attitude towards his was much better than before, but he still
said, "I don't need your help. I was just surprised that I hadn't seen my old
friend in years. "It's not that weak. You have to have free time to take care of
others."

On this side, the matter between Song Qiu Tong and the two Young Masters
of the Confucianism faction was not noticed by Mo Ran.

He had fallen back to Chu Wanning's body. When he looked up and saw Chu
Wanning's soul fighting with Luo Jian, and then looked at the corpse that was
temporarily sealed by thousands of willow trees, he felt a chill run down his
spine.
It had to be known that even under normal circumstances, this kind of spell
consumed a lot of spiritual energy. Besides, Chu WanNing was still out of his
body?

This person's strength was truly unfathomable …

Before he could finish his thought, he suddenly heard a burst of shocked

exclamations.

Under the solitary moon, Luo Jian was bound by the willow branch, and the
lush leaves and branches quickly swallowed his up to the point where he
couldn't see. The giant tree wrapped his up in a hole in the tree, and then the
ancient willow tree that reached into the sky slowly lowered, slowly
descending, until it was as big as an ordinary ancient tree.

At this time, the barrier had completely shattered. However, the ten thousand
coffins formed by Heaven's Inquisition had all sealed up the zombies, so there
was no danger for the time being.

Xue Zheng Yong didn't dare to relax, and commanded the people on the
mountain peak to guard in front of each willow tree, just in case. As for the
others, they followed the flow and headed straight for the Chen Residence's
courtyard. Mo Ran was in a rush, so he did not think too much about it. He
picked up Chu WanNing's cold body and walked over to the other side as well.

By the time they arrived, the ancient willow tree that was locking Luo Jian had
already turned into a real coffin. he was lying inside it, his face twisted at
times, at times sorrowful, and his eyes were sometimes fierce and at other
times sorrowful.

Two voices were constantly changing from one voice to the other. One was
crazy as he shouted, "Why did you stop me!? Why did you stop me! You
should all die! All of them deserve to die! "

There was a kind of soft and helpless tone: "Big Brother Yan Luo, is that you
… … Is that you? Please. Save me... I don't want to hurt people. I beg you …"
The two voices alternated again and again. After a long time, the coffin
became deathly silent.

At this point, the spiritual energy of Chu WanNing's soul was almost at its limit,
he could not hold on. However, he still relied on his mental strength and
finally tapped the woman in the coffin between his eyebrows.

"Who are you?"

The ghost lady's closed eyes slowly opened, they were still blood-red.

Li Wuxin cried out involuntarily, "Not good!"

Just as he was about to strike, he was met with a blow from Chu WanNing. A
bolt of lightning struck down, blocking his path.

"Chu WanNing, you-!"

Chu WanNing ignored him, staring at the delicate girl who was slowly sitting
up in the coffin.

She opened his red eyes but there was no killing intent in them. Instead, he
said in a low voice: "I am Luo Jian."

When Chu WanNing heard his answer, he finally let out a breath of relief. his
eyelashes drooped, and his soul disappeared.

After a while, the man in Mo Ran's embrace moved slightly. Mo Ran quickly
put him down and let him lean against the pillar. He knelt on one knee and
asked, "Shizun, you're back?"

Chu WanNing's phoenix eyes glazed over for a moment. It was only after a
while that they finally caught their attention.

He glanced at Mo Ran. He had used up a lot of spiritual energy, and as a

person with a thin core, he looked weak. His complexion was not much better
than when his soul left his body, and he was still as pale as before.
"Hmm …" Chu WanNing agreed. he leaned on the pillar for a while and slowly
supported himself with his hands.

He walked over to him and looked down at him.

Luo Lian slightly opened his small mouth and looked at him in a daze: "Big
Brother Yan Luo … … Why am I here? "Wha-what happened?"

"I won't say too much." Although Chu WanNing was weak, his eyes were sharp.
He went straight to the point, "Tell me, who was the one that made this body
of yours? This is a serious matter, do you remember? "

"I …"

Chu WanNing waited, his nails almost snapping on the stone pillar due to his
nervousness.

"It's not very clear, but I have some impression of it … It's a man, he. He …"

At the side, Xue Meng was also worried. "Think again!"

I couldn't see his face clearly, but I heard his voice, and it was a bit of a
northerly tone. It seems like … "It seems to be …"

"Ah!" He suddenly exclaimed with a look of fear on his face, "I remember
now! It was him! It was him! Orange! Stealing oranges! "

"What oranges? Stealing oranges? What a mess..." Xue Meng muttered.

However, Chu WanNing understood immediately. He was talking about the

crazy person who killed the orange tree when he was young!

Lin Yi had a man, and his twenty hearts were already dead.

Who was it …?

Lin Yi, could it be the Ju Feng Sect?

It was …

However, at this time, there was a sudden clap of thunder in the sky, and in
Cai Die Town, the red light of the Precious Chess game suddenly shone
brightly.

Xue Zheng Yong said, "Not good!" Immediately shouted out loudly, "Watch
the ten thousand man coffin beside you closely! I'm afraid that the chess
player has already noticed that something is about to happen! "

Cai Die Town suddenly flew with sand and stones, smoke and dust flying in all
directions.

All the cultivators stood on alert, with their backs against each other and their
long swords at their chests.

Chu Wan Ning's eyes darkened as he said to Luo Jian, "Get up! "You have a
white piece left behind by that person, do not be controlled by him again, I
will drive it out for you. If Bai Zi falls behind, you must leave immediately and
return to the Underworld. You must not stay in the mortal realm for long!"

As he said that, his palm shot out light, aiming for Luo Fen's heart.

However, wherever the Spiritual Qi passed, he did not feel the power of Bai
Zi, who was playing a decisive game.

Chu WanNing suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. In a split-second, he
sensed danger and shouted at Luo Jian, "Let's go!"

It was too late.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

There was only a sharp scream.

In the center of the precious chess formation in the sky, a streak of blood-red
light shot down, striking the body of Luo Jian's willow vine with the force of
thunder.
The flames were overpowering!

"Luo Jian!"

The girl's figure quickly became distorted within the sea of fire. A strand of
fragrant soul rose into the sky, mixing with the scorched and smelly smoke.

The soul and smoke twirled around him as the smoke and soul fused together.

At the place where Luo Jian was originally standing, a green light suddenly
shot up into the sky — —

"Wood spirit essence?!"

In a split-second, the color of Chu WanNing's face completely drained. His

gaze was extremely vicious, he was wrong — he was wrong! Presumably,
when Luo Jian was alive, he was a person with extremely high wood spirit
energy. The one behind all this was not the Wooden Attraction Willow, which
used metal, fire, water, and earth to nourish its wood attribute. Instead, it
was waiting for the resentment to condense into a clap of thunder that struck
Luo Jian's body, turning his resentful soul into a temporary source of life!

Metal, wood, water, fire, earth, everything was perfect.

Whatever he wanted to do, he could do now …

Chu WanNing looked up at the sky. Everyone was looking up at the sky. The
leaves were rustling in the wind. For a moment, the atmosphere was
frighteningly calm.

And then, all of a sudden …

The earth trembled!

It was almost the same as the ancient city of Lin An that they had seen in the
Peach Blossom Origin illusions.
On top of the Cai Die Town, there was a large purple black hole, it seemed to
contain countless bloody rain and the stench of blood, the pain of death, it
was like a demon's eye, slowly opening.

Li Wuxin pointed at the crack and shouted with a trembling voice, "Seamless
Hell — the barrier of the Seamless Hell — broke! Break!"

"The sky above Cai Die Town has split open, the gates to the ghost realm have
opened!"

95. The calamity of this venerable one’s previous life

The thin film of the Yin Yang Twin Worlds was no longer as stable as it was in
the ancient times. Small leaks were a common occurrence, and did not cause
the cultivators to panic greatly.

However, at this moment, a bloody pupil soared through the sky. In an instant,
the sky and earth changed color, and sand and rocks flew about.

It was actually the Great Heaven Splitting that only happened once every
hundred years!

Aside from Mo Ran, no one else present had ever personally experienced such
a calamity. Therefore, whether it was Li Wuxin with his white beard and white
hair, or Xue Zheng Yong with his hundred meridians, it was the upper
cultivation world's Confucian School of Wind, or the lower cultivation world's
SiSheng Peak.

There were thousands of them and they were all aghast, not knowing how to
respond.

As for Mo Ran, it was as if he had been struck by lightning. A dense smell of

blood seemed to rush over from his previous life, grinding his teeth and
sucking his blood, killing him —

It was this Heavenly Rend!

In his previous life, Shi Mei had died in this Heavenly Fissure. At that time, he
and Chu WanNing had shared a barrier, but due to the lack of Spiritual Qi, he
had been rejected by the thousands of ghosts that swarmed out and fell from
the sky...

But that was something that should have happened three years later! Mo Ran
clearly remembered that snowy night. New Year's Eve had passed, and the air
was still filled with the faint smell of gunpowder.

There were tiny pieces of firecrackers in the snow. The night before, he had
stayed with them all until he was a year old and had drunk a glass of Tuscan
wine.

Mo Ran raised his eyes and drank until he was slightly drunk.

Under the warm candle light, Shi Mei's eyes seemed to be filled with warmth.
No matter how one looked at it, it was filled with emotion.

The peak of the dead was lively, full of wine and laughter.

It was wonderful, he had thought at the time. Even if he didn't disturb the
people he liked, watching and accompanying them from a distance for the
rest of his life was good.

The feast was over, and all the disciples went home with them. The ground
was covered with frost and flowing with the moonlight. He saw that Shi Mei
was a little cold, so he took off his robe and put it around his shoulders
without any explanation. With the help of a little alcohol, he carefully looked
at him twice more.

A beauty as beautiful as fresh snow could not be spat upon.

"A-Ran."

"Yes."

"You drank too much today."

"Haha, is that so?" Mo Ran laughed. After laughing for a while, he suddenly
could not laugh anymore.

Shi Mei's slightly cold hands gently cupped his face, causing his burning
cheeks to heat up. Mo Ran opened his eyes wide, and in that instant, he
trembled.

Shi Mei smiled and said to him, "Why not? Look at you, three cups of hot wine
entered your throat, and your face turned red."

"It's … it's hot, right?"

Mo Ran scratched his head clumsily, but his face was burning hotter and
hotter.

At that time, he was very satisfied. He loved someone, so he didn't need to

get it. He didn't dare to imagine such a thing.

Just by touching his face, he felt that the heavens had treated him well. He
was so terrified that he couldn't say anything else but stared blankly.

Those dark black warm eyes were filled with surprise and gratitude.

The two said their goodbyes in front of their room. When Shi Mei left, his
clothes draped over his shoulders, causing the snow on the ground to flutter
about. He turned his head and smiled at Tang Wulin again.

"A-Ran."

He was about to leave, but the words were like a spinning top. The warehouse
he was in was panicking as he hastily turned around, afraid that he would miss
something.

"Yes, I'm here!"

"Thank you for your clothes."

"Nothing! I'm hot anyway! "

"There's more." Shi Mei's gaze became more and more gentle, almost to the
extent that it could last for a long time, "A-Ran, actually I …"

Bang.

In the distance, a firework exploded.

Mo Ran did not hear what he said clearly, or perhaps Shi Mei did not continue
at that time.

By the time the surroundings had quietened down, Shi Mei had already
pushed open the door to his room.

Mo Ran panicked and was about to stop him. "Wait, what did you just say?"

The other party, on the other hand, rarely teased him. Blinking, he said, "Say
good words once."

"Shi Mei—"

However, the person who captivated the soul still did not fulfill his wish, only
leaving half of his elegant face exposed under the warm curtain.

There was also a smile on his face that Mo Ran would never forget for the rest
of his life.

"It's getting late, I'm going to bed. If I wake up tomorrow, I still want to talk
to you. "

He paused, his soft eyelashes drooping like mimosa.

"I'll tell you again …"

Unexpectedly, the God Rend and the dawn came one after another.

In the end, Mo Ran did not hear Shi Mei's words. The softest dream of his life
was dyed scarlet.
How many times had he dreamed in the middle of the night? He could still
remember the smile on Shi Mei's face behind the half curtain. He didn't know
whether it was an illusion or just an illusion. He even felt that it was filled with
boundless love.

He went on dreaming for the rest of his life, over and over again.

In his dreams, Shi Mei told him that he liked him. He woke up laughing and
was very happy. He was so happy that he even forgot that Shi Mei had died
and couldn't turn back.

He just smiled happily like that, thinking that from now on, he had to cook
something good for his beloved. Such an important matter was worth
worrying about.

But always, laughing and laughing, tears rolled down his face.

He buried his face in his hands.

That New Year's Eve, the words that were scattered in the wind, he would
never know.

The ten thousand li of clouds were shattered, and the primordial hell was
opened.

Countless evil spirits rushed out from the crevices, just like an army of
thousands that was attacking the city. The screams from the surroundings
made Mo Ran jump out from his reminiscence.

He seemed to have gone insane, anxiously shouting amidst the chaotic and
turbulent crowd, desperately searching …

"Shi Mei!"

"Shi Mei—! "Shi Mingjing!"

"Where are you? Where are you? "

I don't know why the Scourge would suddenly advance three years later.

I don't know if I can protect you now.

But I can't see you get hurt again. I can't see you die again ….

Please, live on.

It was all my fault. I wasn't strong enough to protect you right now. I was too
stupid. I didn't think everything through. Where are you …?

"A-Ran …"

As the weapons intersected, a vague sound suddenly echoed out.

"Shi Mei!"

He saw him. Next to Xue Meng, the water spirits acted as a screen to stop the
evil spirits from charging at him. Mo Ran almost ignored him as he ran
towards him. His voice was choked with sobs, and his eyes were completely
red.

"You dog, come over here and give me a hand!" Xue Meng used one attack
against ten, but that wave of corpse tide was like a stream of water that
flowed without stop. Thin beads of sweat gradually seeped out of his
forehead as he gnashed his silver teeth and shouted, "Come!"

However, before he could finish his sentence, Mo Ran leaped up. A red light
flashed, and he appeared as if he had been summoned from hell.

With a raise of his hand, a row of ghosts in front of him were smashed to
pieces by the Divine Martial Art. Mo Ran turned his head and shouted at Shi
Mei: "Don't go too far, come behind me!"

"I want to help Shizun …"

"Don't go over there!" Upon hearing this, Mo Ran nearly jumped in fright!
He could not let Shi Mei get close to Chu WanNing in this chaotic battle.

The scenes from his previous life overlapped with the scenes in front of him.

It was the same words he had said all those years ago.

"I want to help Shizun …"

"Alright, hurry over. Shizun will be safer there. Don't leave him and let him
protect you."

How ridiculous...

Let him protect you.

Chu WanNing, Chu WanNing, even though he had calculated everything, he

had forgotten that it was Chu WanNing!

He was heartless and cold-blooded.

His head was full of thoughts, but he didn't care about his disciple's death!

"Don't go to him! He can handle it himself! "

The overlapping of two lifetimes caused his scalp to go numb. Mo Ran's eyes
turned red as he shouted angrily at Shi Mei, "Don't go anywhere, stay!"

"But Shizun just used up so much of his spiritual energy …"

"He won't die! Just worry about yourself! "

As he said this, his eyebrows raised in anger, and he viciously lashed out at
the zombie that was rolling towards him. In an instant, blood and flesh flew
everywhere, and brains were splattered everywhere.

Although the spiritual power was much weaker than that of his previous life,
he was still familiar with every move. Even though he had battled against
experts like Ye Wangxi and Chu WanNing, he was not afraid of them.
The cracks in the sky grew larger and larger.

The ghosts that had been floating in the Unbroken Hell for a hundred years
were like a raging sandstorm as they poured into the human world. They even
mixed into the Rainbow Butterfly Town zombies that had escaped from the
willow vines' control while the yin energy was flourishing, making the scene
even crazier and more terrifying. It was as if he had poured water into a pot
of boiling oil. It was very lively. They were also like locusts pouncing on a grain
of land, devouring it while holding onto a living person. The people who were
at the peak of the dead were still able to deal with the small skirmishes they
had been having in the past. However, the Ju Feng Sect and the Jade Pool
Manor had suffered a disaster. Many cultivators cried out in grief as their
blood surged high into the sky!

Chu Wan Ning was far away, so Mo Ran could not see his current condition.

On the other hand, he had accidentally seen Ye Wangxi and Nangong Si in the
sea of people. Although the two of them did not fight, but their fighting moves
were astonishing.

Ye Wangxi had abandoned his long sword and summoned a long bow with a
blue light in his hand. Nangong Long had also drawn the crescent moon with
his arm. The two of them looked each other in the eye, then passed by each
other shoulder to shoulder.

"Whiz!"

The two of them shot down their arrows at almost the same time. White
feathers split the air, and their voices sounded like the cries of geese.

Arrows honed their spirits, scattering wind blades in all directions. Wherever
they passed, evil spirits would be torn apart and killed …

With a smug look on his face, he reached for his quiver and pulled out an
arrow.

But instead, he felt empty.

"Gone?"

"Here."

Before he could get angry, Ye Wangxi threw him a bunch of white feathered
arrows.

"You don't want to bring more."

"... Humph!"

He did not have the intention to put on airs with Ye Wangxi. After receiving
the arrow, the two of them went back to their own battles.

In the blink of an eye, an hour had passed. The vicious spirits retreated a lot,
but more and more surged out from the ghost realm.

Li Wuxin killed more than a dozen spirit souls with one sword strike, turned
around and shouted at Xue Zheng Yong: "This won't do, we won't be able to
stop it. Let people repair the enchantment! "

Xue Zheng Yong looked towards the distance of Cai Die Town, there were four
gold light arrays in each direction.

He took a breath and said angrily, "It's easy to say, but can you fix this barrier?
Do you still have people here who can repair the barrier? "

"I —" Li Wuxin said with a darkened face, "I am not the one who sent the
director for the Spirit Formation technique."

"Then shut the fuck up! How many Yuheng do you think you have? Chu
WanNing is guarding four sides of the line. Otherwise, these bastards would
rush out of the encirclement and kill everyone in Sichuan. Those who don't
cultivate wouldn't be able to hold on, and those who don't, won't they be
finished soon? "
"The end of Shu is still better than the chaos in the cultivation world. If you
don't let people come here to make up for it, I'm afraid this matter will never
end!"

Xue Zheng Yong said angrily. He swung his iron fan, and when the gale slashed
at the wraiths, it also accidentally cut Li Wuxin's cheek: "With your high
cultivation world's essence, the lower cultivation world was born to die for
you?"

"Don't talk nonsense! I'm talking about abandoning the car! If this Heavenly
Rend happens in my Jadepool Manor, I will also sacrifice my entire sect to
protect the peace of the world! "

"What arrogant words. Villa Owner Li really doesn't feel any pain in the waist
when you stand and speak." Xue Zheng's eyes were wide open as he laughed
in extreme anger, "The entrance to the ghost realm is in my name, it will never
move to your Jade Lake Villa. It seems like the SiSheng Peak can be destroyed
tens of thousands of times, to protect the peace of this world! Villa Shizun Li,
you really know how to talk. "

While the two of them were fighting, they suddenly saw a snow-white
radiance sweep over from the west.

Before he could even see what was coming, he heard a melody that was as
dense as a torrential storm coming from the clouds. Waves of sounds of
arguing could be heard and the strings were covered, it was as if the sky was
falling and thousands of arrows were piercing through the forest. Even though
there were no weapons in sight, they felt as if swords and blades were
everywhere.

"Karakorum's Treading In Snow Palace!"

Xue Zhengyong suddenly raised his head and looked at the snow that was
rolling towards him. As he got closer, he saw a group of immortal kings riding
a flying sword. They were all wearing snow-white robes and had peach
blossoms floating around them. Regardless of man or woman, their looks
were extremely gentle and beautiful. Due to their mental cultivation methods,
their looks were all stuck at their early twenties.

Half of the Treading Snow Palace's people were standing or sitting, half of
them had their lute in their arms, and the other half had their guqin in front
of their knees. The loud and clear music flowed down from the sky like this,
causing the evil spirits and zombies on the ground to cry out in pain, but it
was as if they were trapped in a tight net, unable to escape.

The leader was a man with light golden hair and jade-like eyes. His facial
features were very deep. He was dressed in snow-white silk, with a drop of
water on his forehead, and a slender neck protruded from his collar, like a
brocade in a porcelain bottle. Karakorum Savant was wearing a fox fur coat
over his plain clothes, which made his look even more demure and graceful.

This person was also carrying an exquisite lute. Frowning, he twirled the zither
string with his long, pointed fingers. Countless resplendent peach blossoms
danced around him amidst the zither music.

"The Four Seas Emperor's Flames of the Wind and the Water of the Thousand
Years, and Rong Yi too, have achieved great success today."

The sound of the zither slowed down, and he lowered his eyes to look at Xue
Zheng Yong and the rest. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly
heard a person in the distance shout angrily: "Mei Hanxue! Why is it you, you
dog!"

The person who had shouted was precisely Xue Meng. While shouting angrily,
he rushed to Mei Hanxue's sword, raised his head and cursed, "Why did the
Karakorum Snow Palace send such an unreliable thing to help?"

Ye Wangxi turned around and saw the man playing the zither with the
fluttering snowflakes. He was also slightly angered.

"... Is it him? "

Nangong Si said, "What? You know this as well? "

"Not exactly." Ye Wangxi was also unhappy to see Mei Hanxue. However, Xue
Meng had rushed up to scold him. He had turned around and left only one
sentence, "It was just a fight."

"Oh, how is he?"

"Heh." Ye Wangxi sneered, "He fought all because of women, what do you
think?"

NanGong was at a loss for words: "..."