Dusk Returns to the Ruined Building

Everyone says that "the world is bustling, all for profit; the world is bustling, all for profit." Even if the cultivators practice Taoism and seek to prove the way of heaven, how many people can avoid the word "profit" in the process of practice? For the sake of an illusory sword master's dojo, various sects have sent people to the desolate depths of Manghuang, which is the best proof! Everyone says that the people of the magic way are all profit-seeking villains, so how to define the people of the righteous way who forget their principles for the sake of profit?

It is said that after the people of various sects failed to find the Sword Saint Dojo in Lingxu Mountain, they were very disappointed. The news spread like wildfire, and all the famous and upright sects rushed to find it. The final result was dust all over the ground and a few incense burners. How could the people of various sects be willing to do this? But what if they were unwilling? They could only scatter like birds and beasts and go their separate ways.

Lingxu Mountain and Fuchen Temple are still the same as they were five hundred years ago when they were destroyed, except that there are no more weeds and they are replaced by refurbished black and yellow soil.

One night after everyone had dispersed, the Fuchen Temple on Lingxu Mountain was quiet and cold. There was no moon in the sky, only a few cold stars.

The Xuxue River outside the Fuchen Temple was still flowing quietly, and the water weeds by the river were swaying gently in the wind.

A few splashes suddenly appeared on the calm surface of the Xuxue River, and then a thing with a red light on its head rose out of the water and swam towards the shore. When they could see clearly what it was, it turned out to be a giant python, the three-eyed demon python that had seriously injured Shen Yichen. In the dark night, it headed straight for the Fuchen Temple on Lingxu Mountain.

The three-eyed demon python, like the people from other sects, wandered around the five areas of Fuchen Temple, seemingly looking for something, but also found nothing. It muttered to itself:

"My Lord's possessions were indeed sealed here, but why is there no trace of them at all? Didn't they come here for this? Am I overthinking?"

After searching in vain, he secretly sneaked back to the hidden deep pool in the Xuxue River, coming and going silently. No one knew of his existence, and no one knew what he was doing!

"Hey, that's interesting. Why is it hiding in Lingxu Mountain? Why is it going around Fuchen Temple? Fortunately, I'm not a righteous person, otherwise it would have been refined even if it didn't die!"

At the top of a towering tree a hundred meters away from Fuchen Temple, a little girl sat on a branch, swinging her feet as she spoke softly.

In the sparse and mottled light coming through the dense leaves, the little girl's face was vaguely visible. It was Ah Mei who came down the mountain alone.

"It's been ten days, little brother. Did you really die on the top of Lingxu Mountain? Why is there no news at all?"

A-mei frowned and muttered to herself with an unhappy look on her face.

"It's a fate that ends with fate. Alas, it's so hard to meet an interesting person!"

After A Mei finished speaking, she flew away and disappeared into the night.

It turned out that after A'mei came down the mountain, she did not leave. She had been wandering around the foot of Lingxu Mountain, waiting for Shen Yichen. Ten days passed, and there was no news at all. She also wanted to go to the top of Lingxu Mountain again, but when she saw the elder of Qingwei Xuannv Sect coming down from Xutong Valley with injuries all over his body, she gave up. It seems that the Tuoba ancient clan is determined not to let outsiders enter the Soul-Devouring Cave!

As for the disciples from various sects in Yingzhou who came back from Fuchen Temple in Lingxu Mountain, the sects in Yingzhou did not wait for them to return to the mountain, but instead received a piece of news that "Mingmo Sect had ambushed and killed disciples from various sects in Yingzhou in the vast desert."

Previously, a large number of people from the Ming Demon Sect had gone to the Manghuang Mountains. At that time, all the sects thought that they were going to the Sword Saint Dojo and did not pay much attention. They never expected that they were going to kill the disciples of various sects. For a time, all the righteous sects in Yingzhou were furious and sent elders and disciples to the Hanhai Desert to kill the people of the Ming Demon Sect and vowed to avenge their dead disciples! The people of the Ming Demon Sect who returned from Manghuang were also full of anger at this time, because they also knew the news, but they were really wronged!

The Mingmo Sect went to Manghuang this time only for the Demon Emperor's Sacred Bones, and did not want to cause any trouble. Their original intention was to sneak into Manghuang, find the Demon Emperor's Sacred Bones, and then secretly transport them back to the sect without anyone noticing. However, they did not expect that as soon as they entered the Manghuang Mountains, the news of the Sword Saint Dojo and the Mingmo Sect's entry into the Sky Burial spread to everyone.

The people of Mingmo Sect had thought that someone would stop them from obtaining the Holy Bone of the Demon Emperor, but that didn't happen. They obtained the Holy Bone of the Demon Emperor very smoothly, but they were troubled about how to transport it back. Both the righteous and the evil forces must be eyeing it outside Manghuang. In desperation, the Mingmo Sect decided to use a sleight of hand and divided their troops into three groups, each carrying a "Holy Bone of the Demon Emperor" back to the sect. In fact, there were four groups, but the people of the Mingmo Sect didn't know about it, and only three or four people knew about it.

Qisong Mountain is a low mountain in the southwest of Manghuang. It is famous for the dense and ancient coniferous pines on the mountain. It is located dozens of miles north of the Hanhai Desert.

That night, it was pitch black with gusts of chilly wind. At a concave pass in Qisong Mountain, a few bonfires dotted the dark night, with occasional crackling sounds. Eight or nine people gathered around each bonfire, roasting meat and drinking wine.

"Who on earth spread the news? We haven't even reached the Vast Sea Desert yet. How could we possibly kill disciples from various sects in Yingzhou there?"

"Who said it wasn't true? Not only did it make us take a detour, but it also made us so nervous!"

"If I want to know this, I will kill his entire family and eat their flesh and drink their blood!"

"It's strange, isn't our whereabouts a secret? How come it seems like everyone knows it?"

……

Beside the campfire, everyone was talking in a buzzing voice. These people were none other than the Mingmo Sect's members who had returned from Manghuang. They were one of the teams, whose main members were from the Mingmo Sect's Red Fox Palace. The leader of the team was the deputy palace master, Hu Mengwei, who was standing on a bluestone platform beside the campfire, looking at the night in the distance.

Listening to what everyone said and thinking about recent events, he felt a little uneasy in his heart. He was about to reach the vast desert, but he received news that the Ming Demon Sect was killing disciples from various sects in Yingzhou. This was by no means groundless, but was premeditated and purposeful. How could he dare to move forward? He decided to temporarily move to Qisong Mountain to rest and make a decision later!

"Palace Master, you should eat something. Don't be too tired!"

A woman's voice came from behind Hu Mengwei.

Hu Mengwei sighed inwardly:

"Will there be a chance to eat tomorrow?"

He turned around and walked to the campfire to eat meat and drink with everyone. He didn't care about tomorrow or the day after tomorrow and just pretended he didn't hear anything!

In Zhongzhou, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the world is peaceful!

Ji family.

Ji Qingfeng has been in a heavy mood since he learned that the soul tablet of the guardian of the ancestral hall had been broken. Although he didn't know who led the team to Manghuang this time, they were facing the Buddhist monk Wuwang and the remnants of the Xuantian Dao who practiced magic five hundred years ago. The ancestral hall only sent one person. Ji Qingfeng guessed that it was not someone from the Three Palaces, but one of the Shadow Emperor, the Void Emperor, and the Illusion Emperor. The Dragon Soul Guards he sent, although they were all masters of the Immortal Realm, could only help and gather information!

"The soul tablet has been broken. Did the mission fail, or did the mission be completed and someone else killed him?"

Ji Qingfeng stood in front of the window, looking at the sky full of stars, muttering to himself.

The soul tablet is a jade tablet that every member of the Ji family has after becoming the guardian of the ancestral hall. It indicates life and death. After being promoted to the guardian of the ancestral hall, one will inject a drop of one's blood, a wisp of spiritual consciousness, and a stream of true energy into the Holy Emperor Jade Ring unique to the Ji Family Ancestral Hall, and then hang it on an ivy tree in the hall with a red brocade rope. A broken soul tablet represents death; a red soul tablet represents death of the body but survival of the spiritual consciousness; a green soul tablet represents safety.

Ji Qingfeng thought for a long time and felt that he should intervene in this matter. Even if he didn't intervene, he had to do something. He couldn't just stand by and watch, or wait for fate. After all, the six Dragon Soul Guards hadn't come back. Although he expected that these people must have died, this was an excuse for him to get involved. If the ancestral hall asked about it in the future, he would have a legitimate reason!

"Uncle Zhong, notify Yihong tomorrow and ask him to take a few people to Yingzhou. There is no purpose, no specific mission. Tell him that he only needs to collect all the information about the Ji family! Just collect it, don't deal with it!"

"Yes, master!"

Outside the courtyard, an old man in yellow answered respectfully.

"Also, please ask the Fourth Elder to protect us secretly. Qing Li is not at home, so I will send his son out to make sure nothing happens!"

"Ok!"

Ji Yihong is the nephew of Ji Qingfeng and the second son of his third brother Ji Qingli. The reason why Ji Qingfeng sent him to Yingzhou is because his mother is from the Ouyang family, one of the four major families in Yingzhou. His mother is the eldest son of his uncle. With his uncle in Yingzhou, Ji Yihong can do things more conveniently and smoothly, and his safety is also guaranteed!

The next day, at Wolong Mountain, Ji Family Ancestral Hall.

"Send a message to Yingzhou and tell them that there is a treasure in the vast desert - the Sea Crystal Pearl!"

A dark yellow figure walked out of the ancestral hall and disappeared into the lush forests of Wolong Mountain.