The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

As the two men were rubbing their ears against the column, the sound of a bell was heard from the sect's main peak. The sound spread throughout the four fields, echoing among the 72 mountain ranges of Wangxian, spanning thousands of miles.

One sound is followed by another, endlessly, like a cry of sorrow and complaint.

The two of them paused at the same time, looked up at the main peak with a serious look.

This means that a venerable has fallen!

The nine rings of the bell mean the death of the Tao, indicating that the opponent did not die because of his old age without a breakthrough in cultivation, but died when he met the devil when going down the mountain.

It is said that in the tens of thousands of years of the immortal world, there are not many venerable ones who died of old age. Most of them died young due to the lack of Tao.

The conference, which had not been held for hundreds of years, had been held several times recently. After the two of them sat down, they found out which venerable had passed away this time.

It was Venerable Yingfeng who took the initiative to lead 19 disciples of the mountain sect to the Southern Region to help last time. His cultivation has reached the peak of the Spirit Transformation Realm and is expected to reach the Fusion Realm within a thousand years.

Unexpectedly, one day the soul dies...

All 19 disciples of the entire mountain sect passed away, and Hongye Peak was left ownerless.

Hongye Peak is the secondary peak at the foot of Chifeng Mountain. The master of Chifeng Mountain is Venerable Yingfeng’s master - Venerable Chifeng, who is in the early stage of fusion cultivation.

At this moment, off the field, the Red Maple Venerable, who was wearing a maple-red Taoist robe, almost smashed the armrest of the chair with his palm, and said in a sad and angry tone: "Master, I want to go to the Southern Region to look for the remains of my disciple!"

Venerable Chifeng had thirty-one disciples. Yingfeng was the eldest disciple she brought up and the one she valued the most. Now that she has passed away, no one can accept it.

As soon as she opened her mouth, the three disciples who were at the second-class elders' seats behind her said in unison: "I would like to go with Master to look for Senior Brother's remains!"

Wangxian has always been protective of his subordinates. This can be seen from the fact that disciples who go out for training can ask for help from the sect at any time, thus attracting the help of the elders.

Now a branch and a peak have all been destroyed, which is a great humiliation that has not been seen in hundreds of years.

In addition to Venerable Chifeng and his disciples, several people who had a slightly better relationship with Venerable Yingfeng also stood up to seek justice for their best friend.

Wang Zhi sat on the stage, looking at the eleven incarnations and one fusion below, he raised his little hand and touched the red string on his temples, his eyes drooping slightly.

Knowing that Wangxian would take revenge, he still dared to destroy his entire clan. It seems he came prepared.

He glanced around and finally slowly landed his gaze on Sheng Qing. It would be safer if he let her stay in charge secretly.

After secretly communicating with Sheng Qing, he received a slight nod and then he agreed.

"Venerable Chifeng will go with his disciples, and the rest of the venerables will stay in the Eastern Region." The death of a venerable is not a trivial matter, but at this critical moment, we cannot send too many people.

Most of the venerables in the sect still have to obey the orders of the sect master and stay in the East Region, unless there is a mission or special circumstances. For example, Sheng Qing, the master of a mountain but with few disciples, can accept the mission card to tour the Nine Provinces.

After solving the major issues, report the recent casualties of the disciples in turn. If any abnormalities are found, directly send a stronger person of a higher level to suppress them.

It's okay to have excess strength, but one thing is that you must try your best to save the lives of your disciples.

Listening to the data coming in, Yu Mian analyzed and summarized it in his mind, feeling sad in his heart. Three hundred people had already died...

The number of disciples accepted by Wangxian every ten years was less than three hundred, and there were only more than two hundred and seventy people in her class.

And being able to walk down the mountain, at least starting from the foundation-building stage, there is no upper limit...

I don’t know how many elders’ beloved ones have had their hearts gouged out.

After the major issues were dealt with, Wang Zhi turned his hands behind his back and said to the Venerable in charge of Wenxian Mountain: "The new disciples' lessons this year can be increased appropriately. If there are those who can build a foundation within a year, they should not be sent down the mountain. They should first train in the time-shifting land for three years."

"The resources are allocated by the sect."

"Yes!" Wen Xianshan's elder Qingsou bowed and saluted. He had been in the initial stage of the Spiritual Transformation for more than a thousand years. With such a talent, if there is no opportunity, he would probably stop here in this life.

Therefore, he took over Wenxian Mountain and did not care about worldly affairs, only wanting to cultivate more good seedlings for the sect.

Yu Mian recognized the other person at a glance. He was the old man who arranged the battle order for his disciples during the ring battle. He didn't expect that he would actually ask the elder in charge of the fairy mountain.

The other party did not use his cultivation to maintain his youthful appearance, but allowed himself to grow old. There were silver threads intertwined in his dark black hair, and his goat beard was tinged with white.

He twirled his beard and explained, "This batch of disciples were all recruited from the Eastern Region. There are a total of 117 people. Eighty of them broke through to Qi training within a month..."

Wang Zhi sat in his seat, frowning slightly on his slightly chubby face. There were only more than a hundred people... too few.

However, the last time we selected disciples with spiritual roots was only four or five years ago, so it is normal that a small number of them have grown up. I hope this period of chaos will pass quickly.

Yu Mian had just learned that the sect had made an exception and was accepting disciples ahead of schedule, but the number of disciples this time was indeed a bit small, only more than a hundred people, so there was not much time left for them to grow.

She subconsciously pinched Shengqing's palm with her five fingers, wrapped her hand around it, and inserted her five fingers between his fingers, overlapping them.

The touch of the hand, which was slightly colder than before, brought her back to her senses. Her eyes met Sheng Qing's for a moment, and she looked away unconsciously, inevitably feeling a little awkward in her heart.

Sheng Qing was keenly aware of this and tightened his fingertips little by little, as if if he held it tight enough, he could get closer to the other person, and a moment of hurt flashed across his eyes.

"Mian'er, are you willing to go to the Southern Region with me?" She couldn't leave Yu Mian for too long or too far. If she accepted the sect master's commission, she would definitely have to take Yu Mian with her on a long journey.

"What are you going to the Southern Region for?" Yu Mian instantly thought of the Venerable Ying Feng who had just fallen. Could it be that he was going to avenge him?

She looked at him with a slightly inquiring look, and after receiving Sheng Qing's tacit nod, she nodded, "Okay, but is it really okay in your current situation?"

“No…” Shengqing looked a little depressed.

This made Yu Mian a little anxious, "Then why don't we just not go?!"

“…You need Mian’er to accompany you.” She raised the corners of her lips slightly, with a hint of tenderness, and hooked her fingertips on the back of Yu Mian’s hand.

Yu Mian was pushed back when he was halfway through his words. He felt that as expected of Sheng Qing, both of them were so frivolous...

This one is even more fragile, like a rose frozen in liquid nitrogen, beautifully covered with a layer of frost, but shattered at the slightest touch.

"I'll stay with you wherever you go, okay?" Sheng Qing couldn't be without someone in his current situation.

"Um…"

Sheng Qing's throat moved slightly, and the frenzied emotions in his eyes surged like a mudslide. He bit his tongue with his sharp teeth in his mouth, feeling the fishy sweetness overflowing from his mouth. Only in this way could he suppress the emotions that were about to burst out of his chest.

A little scarlet overflowed from the corner of the lips, and after a light sip, it turned into a rich lipstick.

She is a crazy beauty.

Yu Mian's eyes flickered left and right, trying to avoid it. She could tell at a glance what the snake in front of her was thinking.

Anyway, it's definitely not serious.