After becoming the prince of the demon clan, the beautiful master pampers him every day

Sang Yunqi touched Chu Xinglan's head and looked at Qu Lai.

"You guys fought?"

Qu Lai nodded and shook his head.

"We have been following that junior fellow student, but we were worried that we would be discovered if we followed too closely, so we just followed from a distance."

"But we soon discovered something was wrong because our junior brother was missing and there were no signs of fighting around him. It was as if he had suddenly disappeared."

"We didn't hear the voice of our junior brother at all, and he didn't send any signals. We then realized that we might not be able to deal with this thing at all."

At this time, a person next to him took over the conversation.

"The eldest brother didn't want us to separate, and then he was about to send a signal for our elders to come over for support. As soon as the signal flare was taken out, that thing arrived."

"We couldn't see him at all. We didn't even know what he was. He just kept attacking us. We could only passively defend ourselves."

"In the end, it was the eldest brother who covered our retreat, and we were able to escape."

Sang Yunqi pondered for a while and asked carefully.

"You mean, you fought a battle but didn't find any trace of the other side?"

Qu Lai nodded helplessly. Although saying this would make people think that their team was a bunch of losers, the fact was that they had no idea who they were fighting against and almost got wiped out.

"Where is the disciple who served as bait?"

"We didn't dare go back to look for him after we escaped."

Chu Xinglan and Sang Yunqi looked at each other, and neither of them asked any more questions, so they let Qu Lai and the others go and rest.

When only Master Chu Xinglan and his disciple were left in the room, Chu Xinglan scratched his chin and said with some confusion.

"Master, did Qu Lai really fight with that thing?"

"Why do I feel like they have strayed into an illusion or a killing array?"

Sang Yunqi looked at Chu Xinglan with appreciation, "This possibility is very high, but we cannot rule out other possibilities."

"After all, Qu Lai and his group have very low cultivation levels and little experience, so it's possible for this situation to occur."

Chu Xinglan nodded. This was indeed something he had not considered carefully. Moreover, they were only listening to oral narration, so there might be some deviations.

Even, it is possible that they are lying.

Although neither of them mentioned it, they both tacitly remained suspicious and wary of these Lingxiao Pavilion disciples.

However, it is obvious that Chu Xinglan and Sang Yunqi are still different. At least the things in Cangshan Town cannot threaten Sang Yunqi.

Sang Yunqi looked at Chu Xinglan and explained.

"You are in charge of this matter now. This is your first mission after you come down the mountain."

Chu Xinglan looked at Sang Yunqi in confusion. Didn’t they come out to relax?

And if Sang Yunqi took action, this matter could be resolved quickly, but now he asked me to investigate it?

Although he was very interested in this matter, he felt great to finally catch the murderer after unravelling the mystery himself.

But killing one person a day doesn't seem like an opportunity to train him.

Sang Yunqi seemed to know what he was thinking and spoke calmly.

"There are still six hours left until midnight. That's all the time you have."

Chu Xinglan understood Sang Yunqi's meaning instantly, and spent six hours searching for the other party's trace, trying to rescue the disciples of Lingxiao Pavilion.

As for the one hour left until midnight, it was the safety time reserved by Sang Yunqi.

If Chu Xinglan failed, he would have time to resolve the matter before midnight and ensure that no one would lose their life again.

"I understand, Master, won't you come with me?"

Sang Yunqi shook his head. "I have other things to do. Be careful. If there is any danger, your life is more important."

Chu Xinglan smiled and used his claws to scratch the silent bell around his neck.

"Although Master is not with me, he has always been protecting me."

A trace of Sang Yunqi's consciousness was left on this thing. Chu Xinglan had been carrying it with him since before he became his disciple, but he had never used it.

There is nothing wrong with what Chu Xinglan said now.

Sang Yunqi glanced at Lingling, chuckled, and disappeared.

Chu Xinglan looked at the empty room with mixed feelings for a moment. This was the first time he was entrusted with an important task. He was a little nervous, but more excited.

After thinking about it, he walked directly towards the battlefield where Qu Lai and his men had just escaped.

That is where the other party was last seen as far as we know, and it is also the place where clues are most likely to be found.

Just as Chu Xinglan was running out of the city, Sang Yunqi came to a treasure house in the town.

The shopkeeper was sleeping behind the counter with his eyes closed, his face covered with a palm-leaf fan.

At this moment, he heard footsteps, but he didn't move and spoke lazily.

"You can choose whatever you want, no bargaining."

Sang Yunqi stood in the center of the hall and looked around the small store. He could clearly see that a thin layer of dust had accumulated on the counter.

Even the magic swords and treasures on the counter were dusty, and it was obvious that they had not been maintained for a long time. It was also likely that no one had visited this store for a long time.

Sang Yunqi frowned. This store was the base of Cangqiong Mountain in Cangshan Town. There was a small mountain-shaped mark on the plaque outside the door.

Although he had not been involved in the affairs of Cangqiong Mountain for many years, he still knew these things. They were things passed down from a long time ago.

In the entire world of cultivation, there are countless shops like this one in Cangqiong Mountain. On the one hand, they are used to collect intelligence, and on the other hand, they are also convenient for disciples from the sect who are away to contact and seek help.

In fact, it’s not just Cangqiong Mountain, every sect has such arrangements.

So after Sang Yunqi arranged the task for Chu Xinglan, he came here, intending to ask if there were any Cang Qiong disciples who could come and deal with the matter.

But looking at this situation, Sang Yunqi felt that he might have come to the wrong place. These people were so lazy now. No wonder Xu Zhuo always cried poor to him.

You deserve to be poor!

It seemed that he hadn't moved or spoken, which attracted the attention of the shopkeeper.

He put away the palm-leaf fan and looked at Sang Yunqi with his narrow eyes, but he was alert in his heart. If you look closely, you can see the sharpness flashing in his eyes.

But when he saw clearly the face of Sang Yunqi standing in the hall, he jumped directly off the counter.

"Grandfather, you finally came to save me. I thought I would never see you again!"

"Now that I can see you again before I die, I will die without regrets."

Sang Yunqi looked at the middle-aged fat man who was kneeling in front of him and crying with tears and snot, with a half-smile. Although he didn't say a word, it was as if he was saying, let me see how you can act.

The middle-aged fat man howled for a while but the other party didn't say anything. He took a quick glance and was so scared that he burped.

He got up from the ground awkwardly, brushing off the dust off his legs without leaving a trace.

"Cangqiong Mountain disciple Zhen Youqian has met the ancestor."