The funny counterattack of traveling through time and space and becoming a vicious female supporting

Chapter 137: Secret Talk in the Zen Room

"Master Feng, could you and your subordinates help treat the injured and poisoned friends in the martial arts world? Qingyun Pavilion's Vice Master Qingyi would be grateful." Gu Yichen approached Master Feng Qingyang of Lingyun Hall, a master proficient in various medical and poison techniques. Most of the people had previously been controlled by Prefect Wen's Dream Ghost, so they and their subordinates hadn't revealed their abilities. They needed to first enter the Six Profound Pagoda to arrange for the rescue of their fellow martial artists.

"No problem, I'll do my best." Feng Qingyang looked at the young man, thinking to himself that this young man had a bright future, his eyes glimmering with admiration. He led his subordinates to examine the injuries and detoxify, his movements decisive and skillful.

"Master Qingyun, Donor Qingyi, I would like to speak with you privately. Can we move to the meditation room?" Xuankong really had something to say to the father and son. "Amitabha, my two donors, I have something to tell you.

Ji Yun had always been unkind to Xuan Kong, especially after he repeatedly pleaded for Prefect Wen. Although he was furious, this wasn't the time to lose his temper. After all, Xuan Kong had helped him find Gu Yichen's disappearance. So he held back and decided to hear what else this annoying guy had to say.

When the three of them arrived at the meditation room, the young monk had already brewed the tea and left the room, closing the door behind him. Xuankong gestured to Ji Yun and Gu Yichen to have some tea.

"Have you ever heard of the mysterious organization in the martial arts world - the Seven Star Palace?" Xuankong asked directly. "Seven Star Palace? I've heard a little about it, but I don't know much about it." Gu Yichen frowned. He had heard his father mention this organization before, but he didn't know the details.

"The Seven Star Palace is a very mysterious and powerful organization, and their purpose is unknown. But as far as I know, they have been secretly searching for a treasure called the 'Seven Star Order'. This treasure is said to contain enormous power. Whoever can obtain it can control the entire world." Xuankong said seriously.

"So how should we respond?" Qing Yi asked anxiously. "At this point, the Seven Star Palace hasn't surfaced, but we must remain vigilant. While this martial arts conference may have solved the problem of Prefect Wen, the martial arts world still faces many unknown dangers," Xuan Kong said worriedly.

"Thank you for the reminder, Master. We will pay attention to it." Gu Yichen bowed to express his gratitude.

"Has Pavilion Master Qingyun informed Donor Qingyi of what happened before?" Xuankong asked cautiously.

"No!" Ji Yun answered bluntly.

"Actually, Pavilion Master Qingyun doesn't have to treat me like this." Xuankong said slowly, with a faint smile on his face, like the warm spring sun, trying to ease the tense atmosphere.

"I have come this time to speak to Master Qingyi, hoping to help you safely navigate a great catastrophe that is coming soon." He leisurely savored his fragrant tea, his gaze fixed on Gu Yichen like a hawk, secretly contemplating the young man's future achievements. He knew Gu Yichen was the current Crown Prince, and Ji Yun was also aware of his status as Prince Jing'an. He and Brother Jingkong, possessing the same celestial powers, had foreseen the impending turmoil in the Tianqi Dynasty. They seized this opportunity to spread the Dharma, aiming to mitigate the impending disaster and save the people of the jianghu from suffering.

When Ji Yun heard Xuan Kong mention the catastrophe his son was about to face, the teacup in his hand trembled slightly, and his heart was filled with unease. He forced himself to remain calm, his gaze fixed on Xuan Kong, and he demanded, "Could it be that I'm mistaken? He just experienced a catastrophe. Is the heavens really so cruel?"

"I can understand the worries of Pavilion Master Qingyun." Xuankong responded slowly, his tone firm and gentle, "But this disaster is extraordinary, and the scope of its involvement is beyond imagination. I and my senior brother have carefully calculated that this disaster is not a challenge for Donor Qingyi alone, but concerns the entire family and even the people of the world. Therefore, I have made a special trip to Nanyang Prefecture this time to remind Pavilion Master and Donor Qingyi." Xuankong had that cynical smile on his face again, and he didn't look like a monk at all, but he was indeed a respected figure like Abbot Jingkong.

Gu Yichen felt a surge of panic in his heart. He was not afraid that something might happen to himself, but he was worried about what would happen to Lu Linger and their unborn child if something happened to him.

"Master, is there any way to resolve or mitigate the impact of this catastrophe? Qingyi's wife just got pregnant, and I really don't want them to be affected." Gu Yichen immediately stood up and knelt down to Xuankong, with sincerity in his eyes.

"Just now, Donor Qingyi helped me resolve the suffering of the people in Lingyin Temple. I am willing to repay this favor. Please stand up, Donor Qingyi." Xuankong said with a smile, secretly feeling that this prince was indeed extraordinary and had a profound way of dealing with people.

After Gu Yichen stood up, he sat back on his cushion and waited quietly for Xuankong to explain to him how to resolve the catastrophe.

Ji Yun's nerves were growing. His eldest son had been poisoned by two strange poisons, hunted, and fallen off a cliff. Lu Ling'er had detoxified him, married, and had a child. Now, to hear more bad news, how could he not be anxious? Ji Yun wondered if it was because of the countless enemies he had killed on the battlefield, haunted by the ghosts of the dead, that this retribution had befallen his descendants?