Genshin Impact: A Traveler with Only Two Skills

The old man seemed to be in a state of confusion. He ignored Sangger's words. The big knife dragged back and forth on the ground, making a sharp and noisy sound. After a period of not-so-peaceful noises, he asked Sangger again in a hoarse voice:

"Who are you? And why are you here?"

"Me?" Sanger frowned. The old man's condition seemed a little abnormal, and the desert he mentioned before also made Sanger inexplicably feel a trace of...resentment.

He didn't know where this emotion came from. After all, in his impression, he had never heard the old man's voice. But when the three pieces of information, desert, big knife and murder, were combined together, he thought of his enemy.

"I am a desert person and grew up in the desert." Sang said slowly, while pricking up his ears to pay attention to the old man's movements. After hearing the sound of the knife tip scraping across the ground stop, Sang knew that his words had indeed attracted the other party.

"I heard that my family has some bloodline from the Great Wilderness. The older generation always wanted to return to the Great Wilderness, so they never left the desert, always hoping to find a way back to the Great Wilderness one day."

"The bloodline of Dahuang is indeed rare." The old man laughed sinisterly. Sangge felt that the other party's voice was getting closer. "I searched the desert in the past just to find a descendant of Dahuang. I didn't expect to meet him here."

"I am really overwhelmed that you are thinking about me, Senior. It's a pity that we are all locked up now, otherwise I would really like to meet you properly."

"But you haven't told me why you are here? And where is this place?"

Sang's flattery did not change the old man's tone at all, and he continued to ask questions relentlessly.

"This is Tianyuan City. I was imprisoned for selling immortal blood." Sangge said tentatively. There was a huge difference between his Fengyang City and Tianyuan City. He wanted to see if this old man really didn't know where he was.

As for the charges, it was true that he was selling immortal blood, but this was not the reason he was imprisoned for.

"I've never heard of Tianyuan City. How did I get to this city from the desert? I only know that this is a prison." The old man's voice was a little confused, but behind the confusion, there was some other emotion. Sang didn't know what it was, but he could feel that this old man was more experienced than he thought.

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"The demon cultivator who was personally sent in by the Pavilion Master of Ten Thousand Immortals is still sleeping?" After saying goodbye to Ying, he passed by Sangge's cell and saw Sangge sleeping soundly inside, even drooling at the corners of his mouth. He couldn't help but frowned.

"I really don't know whether to say this guy is broad-minded or...stupid."

Po Zhen turned around and looked at the Landian disciples around him and asked:

"Did he really fall asleep as soon as he got here?"

"Yes, he collapsed as soon as he entered the cell. I thought he was cursed, but it seems..." The Landian disciple also looked at Sangge with suspicion, "I think he was too tired. He relaxed as soon as he entered the Soul Locking Prison, and then he fainted."

"I feel relaxed inside the Soul Locking Prison." Po Zhen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The Soul Locking Prison, the most terrifying prison in Fengyang City used to suppress countless evil cultivators, actually became a place that made a little cultivator feel at ease. He didn't know whether he should be happy or sad.

"His strength is not strong, and Senior Yun also said that there is no need to pay too much attention to him, so I placed him on the first floor of the Soul Locking Prison. I hope there won't be any trouble again."

While sighing, Pozhen shook his head, shifted his attention away from Sangge, and returned to the issue that concerned him most - the whereabouts of the missing prisoners and the pressure from his fellow disciples.

"Is Luo Shan still in the deepest part?" Po Zhen asked the person next to him, "You said he activated the Soul Gathering Formation after I left?"

"Yes," the Landian disciple responded quickly, "Deacon Luo said that the missing prisoner may have died in the previous conflict. Perhaps because their physical bodies have long been destroyed, only their souls are left. We may be able to find his trace by using the soul-binding formation."

"This method has been tried a long time ago, why is he doing this now?" Po Zhen's face was as gloomy as water. Luo Shan naturally couldn't really help him. Helping him would only make it more difficult for Luo Shan to get the position of elder. Maybe Luo Shan's real purpose was to... hide the clues of the prisoner. But if he wanted to hide the clues, there must be a prerequisite, that is -

"He has found a clue!" Po Zhen exclaimed. Although this was just a guess without evidence, Po Zhen was unwilling to give up this possibility at this moment. Without having time to explain it in detail to the disciples around him, he planned to cast a spell and rush to the depths of the Soul Locking Prison as soon as possible.

But at this moment, the door of another cell next to Sangge's cell suddenly opened, and a man with a dull expression and wearing the clothes of a Lan Temple disciple actually walked out. He obviously saw the broken formation, but did not react at all.

The action of breaking the formation was interrupted by the sudden appearance of this person. Looking at the sudden appearance of this disciple of Lan Temple, he actually felt an indescribable weirdness and even some palpitations.

Po Zhen is, after all, a cultivator in the Earthly Immortal Realm. Although he is not as good as the masters of the Myriad Immortals Pavilion and the End of the World Island, the Lan Palace can be regarded as a first-class force today, and Po Zhen is ranked among them. How could he feel nervous because of an ordinary disciple of the Lan Palace?

A warning of danger sounded in Po Zhen's mind, and he instinctively pushed away the disciple of Lan Temple who was standing next to him. The next second, a cloud of dark smoke appeared out of thin air at the location where Po Zhen was.

"Elder!"

The Lan Temple disciple who was saved by the broken formation let out a cry of surprise. The accident happened too suddenly. He didn't even have time to react before he saw the broken formation covered in black smoke. Then, he saw the dull-looking "fellow disciple" turned his head towards him, and the corners of his mouth began to rise, revealing a stiff and awkward smile.

The other person fell down at the same time as the smile appeared, but to be more precise, he fell halfway. The front half of his body seemed to have lost all support and fell to the ground weakly, while the back half of his body was still standing stubbornly.

There was no blood or human tissue at the cross-section of the body, only darkness and nothingness.

"Monster...monster!" The disciple of Lan Temple screamed and quickly took out his magic weapon. Several flying swords flew straight towards the opponent. At the same time, a piece of talisman paper slipped from his sleeve and burned in the air.