Time travel: Are you as professional as him in eating dog food?

The scene was as bright as day, enveloping the entire square. It was so bright that people could not open their eyes, and everyone covered their eyes with their hands.

“Is it just about to ascend?”

"What nonsense are you talking about? He is originally from the upper realm, why does he need to ascend to heaven?"

The man walked towards the crowd holding Gu Yanming's body in the blinding white light.

Like a hero walking out of the light, holding his delicate... ahem, sturdy little wife

The white light disappeared completely in an instant, and at the same moment the white light disappeared, the person in the air shrank a little bit again, and his height completely returned to that of a child.

"Hey hey hey~"

Wen Baixu looked at the girl who was about to fall, stretched out his hand and ran past her, successfully catching her.

"Phew~ It's really dangerous."

Looking at the girl in his arms, the young man finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey~ That's not right, why did she shrink, Master?"

Wen Baixu opened his mouth but did not raise his head. Instead, he lowered his head and asked

“This is a long story, but I’ll keep it short.”

After saying this, the man holding Gu Yanming paused, turned around and looked at Wen Baixu.

"Begin your speech"

Wen Baixu raised his head after hearing this and looked at Feng Jiuming, the real Feng Jiuming.

"In fact, only I, my uncle, and a kid who was pretending to be asleep knew about this. No one else knew about it."

"Even the Grand Master doesn't know?"

"Well, the master didn't tell him. By the way, what is the title of Grand Master?"

Feng Jiuming nodded in confirmation, but suddenly felt something was wrong, so he asked in confusion.

Wen Baixu shook his head and waved his hand to signal him not to worry about it.

"This matter started decades ago, just like what that person said, but what I heard was the experience of the master and his wife. After helping her suppress the demon, the two fell into a coma. A few months later, the master was rescued, but his wife died due to severe injuries. At that time, all the disciples were urging the master to mourn. Although the master could not see it on the surface, we all knew that he was really sad..."

Feng Jiuming said, looking down at Gu Yanming in his arms, then raised his head

"Sad people are always good at hiding their emotions. Although he was teaching his disciples during those days, we could see the sadness in his heart. This situation continued for another month. At the end of the month, a man wrapped in a black cloak sneaked into the master's room that night. Although it was very late, he was seen."

After saying that, he looked towards the old man on the ground and the woman who had stood up in the distance.

The old man met his gaze, his hair slightly blown by the wind, swaying rhythmically.

The woman felt a little uncomfortable and subconsciously avoided Feng Jiuming's gaze.

But no matter what they said, Feng Jiuming let out a breath and continued, "You should all know about that person. She couldn't return to the upper world because of the accident. She heard a way and found a master who was at the top of the cultivation world at that time."

"So the two of them conspired..."

"Collusion? It is indeed a conspiracy, but this conspiracy has cost him his entire life."

Wen Baixu lowered his head and thought for a while, then suddenly looked at the girl in his arms.

"You said earlier not to be rude to Master's Wife. Now based on what you said, you mean..."

Wen Baixu looked at Feng Jiuming in surprise.

Feng Jiuming nodded and admitted: "Although I don't know if what you think is right, but the trick of using souls to nourish souls is indeed not acceptable to people."

After Feng Jiuming finished speaking, everyone present was shocked and looked at each other.

"To nourish the soul with the soul? Isn't that a resurrection technique? I heard..."

The woman standing outside jumped up instantly and was about to rush over when she was stopped by several people.

"You are right. It can be considered a resurrection, but the prerequisite is that your soul must not be scattered. You must also find a person in the Mahayana or Immortal stage who is willing to give up all his cultivation and help you even if his soul is scattered. Only then can you be resurrected and return to your peak state."

Feng Jiuming glanced at the woman with contempt, then looked back at the person in his arms with a tender gaze.

"But if anything happened to him, I would not hesitate..."

Before Feng Jiuming finished speaking, Wen Baixu, who was standing beside him, coughed and signaled him with his eyes not to talk nonsense.

"So...so since that old immortal didn't want to live forever, why...why did he plant such a powerful power in Gu Yanming?"

The woman held onto the two men's arms and shouted at Feng Jiuming.

"That's because some idiot agreed to it. He made a deal with her and got what he wanted."

"But...why just now..."

Wen Baixu pointed at a trace of blood on the square, somewhat puzzled.

"Ahem...If I don't do that, how can I let you out?"

A weak voice came from Feng Jiuming's arms, accompanied by a struggle and Feng Jiuming's nervousness.

"You are seriously injured, please don't move."

"Heh~ You still care whether my injury is serious or not, have you ever thought the same as her?"

Gu Yanming's weak voice was suggestive, but Feng Jiuming did not give in at all.

"Yes... After all, if you die, you will be mine alone, and you won't run around and make me worry."

The person who spoke was very firm, but he was always worried.

"Wait a minute... This doesn't make sense. You said you knew about it when you inherited it, and your great-grandmaster secretly saw this scene, while Master Yin only heard half of it. So he is neither the successor to the Sect Leader nor..."

Wen Baixu was about to continue when a sudden inspiration struck him. He lowered his head in surprise, looked at the little guy in his arms, and then looked up at Feng Jiuming.

Feng Jiuming obviously understood his look, nodded silently, then turned around and said something to everyone, and everyone bowed and dispersed, and the square instantly returned to its former tranquility...

The night was as dark as ink, and the sound of flapping wings stopped in front of a dark house.

But the inside seemed to know that it had arrived, and opened a small hole from the inside

The crow changed its shape and turned into a black smoke and went in.

"How is it? Are you satisfied with the prey I found?"

"Hahaha~ Of course it's very good, but......"

"Just what?"

A doubtful voice sounded in the darkness

"But we can't let our guard down now. At least we can't alert the enemy. We have to wait until our formation is deployed. Besides, the prey hasn't gathered yet, so we still have to..."

"Don't worry, the prey is under control. Just slowly spread the bait and wait for them to take the bait."

"Then wait for your good news"

After that, the sound of flapping wings came from the room, and the window creaked, revealing a crack, and the wisp of black smoke quickly passed through the crack and sneaked into the darkness.