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

A conflict that occurred inexplicably was resolved inexplicably.

The two of them walked out of the room arm in arm as usual.

Chu Xinglan just pinned a branch, which was not a lock at all for a cultivator, and Song Ling and Han Feiyu had not chosen to force the door open before.

No one knew what the two people were thinking during that period of silence, but it seemed that they were both seeking an answer.

Downstairs, as it was already past breakfast time, there were only two sparsely populated tables of people sitting in the lobby, and Chu Xinglan and the others were not among them.

"I knew these people were heartless!"

Song Ling complained, but didn't take it to heart. Instead, he directly chose a table to sit down and called for the waiter loudly.

"Give me one portion of all your signature dishes!"

Han Feiyu rolled his eyes at him unhappily, "Do you think your stomach is a bottomless pit? This is not how you spend money."

After saying that, he waved to the waiter and ordered only two bowls of noodles. Seeing Song Ling's dissatisfied face, he still asked for two more side dishes for him.

Song Ling was satisfied then. He took out his communication jade slip, quickly edited a few messages and sent them out.

The food came very quickly. The two people didn't notice it when they were close to each other, but now when they smelled the aroma of the food, they didn't even bother to talk and started eating with big mouthfuls.

……

South Street of Yecheng.

Chu Xinglan and the other two were standing on the street watching the fire-breathing show with great interest, clapping and screaming from time to time.

In fact, it is just the simplest juggling act, and these people are all ordinary people. Perhaps it is because this juggling troupe has performed here many times and there has been nothing new, so there are only a few children around.

This made the three of them stand out from the crowd, but it did not affect their interest at all.

After a performance, a smooth-looking middle-aged man came out with a plate and asked for money with a smile.

Chu Xinglan generously threw over a silver ingot, which made the middle-aged man's eyes light up. He subconsciously said a bunch of flattery before leaving with satisfaction.

A few people walked to a small stall selling sour plum soup nearby, ordered a bowl each, and sat at a low table by the roadside, drinking and chatting.

Of course, the main purpose is to wait for Song Ling and others to come over.

After waiting for a while, I saw two people walking towards me in the distance, arm in arm, talking and laughing.

Li Wen looked at their faces carefully, then turned back in disappointment.

"It's such a shame that there wasn't a fight."

Chu Xinglan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he still comforted her: "It's okay, there will be opportunities in the future, and now is not the right time."

Li Wen nodded in agreement: "That's right, at least we can't let Song Ling go home with a bruised face. Forget it, let him go this time, otherwise I will beat him up too."

The two people did not speak in a low voice, and even deliberately raised the volume a little just to be heard by the two people.

However, Song Ling and Han Feiyu were not shy people, so they pretended not to hear anything, sat down and ordered two bowls of sour plum soup.

"We encountered quite a few cultivators along the way. They were all wearing casual clothes, so it was hard to tell whether they were sect disciples or independent cultivators."

As he said that, Song Ling looked at Li Wen and said, "It's not certain that you can get the formation plate this time."

Chu Xinglan asked him curiously: "Why didn't you mention the family members?"

"People from those families always travel in groups. You can clearly see who is leading the group. And in order to show off their status, they never bother to disguise themselves. They are always surrounded by people, and the more high-profile the better."

Han Feiyu agreed and said, "That's true, especially the main branch. The class distinctions in their family are very clear, and they are particular about what they wear when they go out."

"By the way, when is the auction?"

Li Wen took out the invitation and gave one to each person. "It's tonight, at the Treasure Pavilion in the center of the city."

Song Ling took a look at the invitation in his hand. The exquisite workmanship was beyond his expectations.

"Yecheng has put a lot of effort into this. This thing alone is worth a lot of money, and one invitation letter can only allow one person to enter."

"They are probably screening the participants. Maybe we can find some good stuff this time."

But he quickly reacted and looked at Li Wen in confusion.

"Where did you get the invitation?"

Everyone had discussed this matter before on the boat. At that time, they were planning to get one and bring a few people in, but now so many of them suddenly appeared.

Li Wen briefly explained what happened when she encountered the disciples of Shenyi Sect.

Song Ling frowned and searched his memory for this familiar-sounding name.

"Shenyi Gate? I seem to have heard of it, but why can't I remember it?"

Suddenly, Song Ling clapped his hands and said excitedly.

"I remember that when my grandfather was in power, a cult emerged in our Cangyun Territory. They claimed that they were messengers of God and came to the lower world to select servants. Their propaganda was extremely evil."

"If you join this, you will be cured of all diseases, have immortality, and stay young forever. It sounds like a lie."

"But the people just believed it. Many people were deceived and lost their fortunes or even their lives. Even some officials and wealthy businessmen could not avoid it. Half of the court was paralyzed."

Speaking of this, Song Ling seemed to have thought back to the time when he first saw this record. The words in the book were filled with human lives and blood.

He ran to ask his father, and his father's complicated and heavy expression is still vivid in his mind.

Seeing that he was silent, Li Wen asked anxiously, "What happened next? What does this have to do with Shenyi Sect?"

Song Ling scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "Later, my grandfather sent letters for help to all the immortal cultivation sects he knew, but almost all of them fell on deaf ears."

"Only Cangqiong Mountain replied, saying they would send disciples to check it out."

Li Wen's eyes lit up instantly: "So our sect is still the great benefactor of your royal family? Which elder went there back then?"

"You've concealed it thoroughly, kid. I was wondering why you came all the way to Cangqiong Mountain to become my disciple."

Unfortunately, Song Ling shook his head.

"Before the people from Cangqiong Mountain Sect arrived, a young man captured the leader of the evil cult and sent him to the Dali Temple."

"My royal grandfather had a secret conversation with him for five hours, and after he came out, he talked with my royal father for another two hours."

"That night, my royal grandfather passed away, and my royal father ascended the throne and appointed that young man as the Imperial Master."

"The name of Shenyi Gate was also mentioned by the Imperial Master once."

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. This development was truly beyond their expectations.

Besides, what’s the point of Shenyimen doing this kind of thing?

To put it bluntly, there is a barrier between monks and ordinary people, and many sects even require that one cut off worldly ties before entering.

"Is your national teacher also a monk?"