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Yi Yunxiao was very surprised that Daqing would bring a stranger and even let a human baby drink its milk.

Yi Yun smiled and asked, "Who are you? Why are you here?"

Li Moxiao turned around and looked at Yi Yunxiao and bowed, "I am from Xuzhou. My family suffered a disaster and I fled here."

Li Moxiao paused for a moment and said, "The Soul Killing Sect wants this little kid, so they killed his entire family."

"Then you..." When Yi Yunxiao was about to ask something, Li Moxiao fell to the ground and fainted.

Yi Yunxiao was stunned for a moment and then called the young man to help Li Moxiao come over.

"Whether he lives or dies has nothing to do with me." The boy didn't want to move.

"Do you want to take care of the baby who is drinking milk?" Yi Yun asked with a smile.

The young man took one look at the baby still lying on the wolf's belly drinking milk and shuddered. He flew over, grabbed Li Moxiao on the ground and threw him in front of Yi Yunxiao.

Yi Yunxiao took Li Moxiao's pulse and said, "This person was born with a cold poison. He would not live past the age of 18. At his age now, I am afraid that even if he learns some Yang-enhancing skills, it will only treat the symptoms and not the root cause. As he gets older, the effect will become less and less."

After a while, he muttered to himself, "If Xiaoluo were here, he would definitely be interested."

A day later, Li Moxiao woke up. Yi Yunxiao also knew the reason for the incident. He asked the young man, "How much do you know about the Soul Killing Sect?"

“Not much. I only know that the Soul-Killing Sect suddenly appeared in the Southern Continent ten years ago. Every young man who has just debuted and gained some fame has been hunted down by the Soul-Killing Sect to some extent.” The young man said with lingering fear.

Because he had also been hunted down and met Leng Yan, who had just been detoxified and became a disciple at that time. As a result, he also got to know the scumbag Yi Yunxiao.

"How much do you know?" Yi Yun asked with a smile, because he thought of his two disciples.

"Not many. I heard that a hundred years ago, the Northern Continent was rampant, but was suppressed and quiet for more than a decade. Then the Western Continent also heard about it. Thirty years ago, the Soul Killing Sect suddenly appeared in the Eastern Continent and destroyed a school that claimed to have immortal magic, the Donghua School. Then it disappeared for a few years. Four or five years ago, Mo Yan, a genius from the Jiangnan Mo family in the Southern Continent, was suddenly seriously injured and fell into a coma. Some people said that it was the Soul Killing Sect who did it."

The young man paused and continued, "Even the young monk Yichan from the Buddhist sect was killed. If the masters from the temple had not arrived, the consequences would have been unimaginable. In recent years, other sects, such as Xuanyi from the Taoist sect, Yunhua from the Fahua sect, and Yu Yuntian from the Jade Sword Peak, have all been hunted down by the Soul-killing Sect."

"Then do you know why the Soul-Killing Sect does this?" Yi Yun asked with a smile.

"I don't know." The boy shook his head.

After Li Moxiao woke up and learned about his physical condition, he felt very depressed.

Yi Yun smiled and said, "One of my disciples should be able to cure it, but he..."

Li Moxiao knelt down without waiting for Yi Yunxiao to finish, kowtowed and shouted, "Master, please save me."

"Why do I feel something is wrong?" Yiyun said with a smile.

"Well, I have two disciples. One is Leng Yan. He went down the mountain to look for me. My other disciple is missing, and I don't know where the other disciple is now. She may be able to cure you." Yi Yun smiled guiltily.

"Thank you, Master." Li Moxiao kowtowed and said, "Master, can you tell me the names of my two brothers and sisters?"

"Oh, I almost forgot. Your eldest senior brother is Leng Yan, who is the same age as you. Your master, cough, cough, your senior sister is almost twelve years old this year and her name is Hua Luo." Yi Yun smiled as he thought about the age and almost said junior sister. If that little girl knew about it, he would have no good days. It was a close call.

The young man next to him heard Hua Luo's name again and was shocked again, "No way, no way, my little wife couldn't be the disciple of this old bastard." The young man muttered to himself.