This immortal has a lot of rebelliousness

The mountain stream path has beautiful scenery.

A group of disciples from the "Junzitang" lined up, undergoing interrogation and confirmation from the monks from the Nangong family.

not far away.

Zhang Xianling had already changed into a refreshing Taoist robe, with his hair tied up high, looking like an immortal.

"Brother Zhang, we'll set off right after we finish counting the number of people."

Still polite.

Nangong Yan suddenly asked, "It's a long journey, and I don't know when we can return to Junzitang. Brother Zhang, don't you want to go to the tomb of the sect elders to pay your respects?"

He was suddenly startled.

Zhang Xianling appeared calm on the surface, but he was complaining deep down inside.

Damn it......

What the hell is the point of offering sacrifices? I wish that old dog Situ Zhong would die soon!

"In my opinion, it is better not to disturb the sleep of the seniors in the sect."

So he made a sad expression.

Zhang Xianling choked up for a long while, then sighed helplessly, "We went to Lingyun Peak this time to be punished. If the headmaster and the elders were still alive, they would probably blame us for not being able to properly guard the seal of the Demon Cave."

"This matter is not glorious..."

Close your eyes.

Zhang Xianling shook his head and said, "Brother, although I am not very strong, I know what shame is. I am too ashamed to face the ancestors of the sect. Let's just leave it at that!"

His tone was filled with sadness, which made those who didn't know the inside story sigh.

But actually.

Zhang Xianling has been searching for treasures everywhere these days, and has never erected the spirit tablets of the elders of "Junzitang" in the dilapidated mountain gate.

Even if I wanted to perform, there was no venue to arrange it, so I had no choice but to come up with such a lame excuse.

"Brother Zhang, there's no need to do this..."

Sighed softly.

Nangong Yan comforted her, "Many things in this world are actually predetermined by fate. When human power is limited, there is usually very little we can do..."

talking.

Patted Zhang Xianling on the shoulder.

Nangong Yan consoled him, "As long as you have a clear conscience, all that matters is that you live in this world. Brother Zhang, why should you belittle yourself?"

The corners of the mouth twitched.

Zhang Xianling nodded awkwardly, but felt uncomfortable in his heart.

Facing this descendant of aristocratic family who was so gentle, respectful and frugal to an excessive degree, he felt a sense of guilt for the first time.

What the hell...

Could it be that this guy has a liking for me and is attracted to my beauty?!

He smiled awkwardly.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xianling couldn't help but clamp his legs together and took a small step to the side without making any sound.

Only Shentu Yu saw all this, turned his head and laughed secretly.

"My Lord!"

Unexpectedly.

A guard interrupted their conversation, bowed respectfully to Nangong Yan, and said in a deep voice: "The headcount has been completed. All thirty-one members of Junzitang are here. We can set off at any time."

Hear the words.

Zhang Xianling and Shen Tu Yu simultaneously looked at the group of outer disciples not far away.

They looked dazed, with their arms drooping and their eyes filled with despair. They had obviously chosen to accept their fate.

Although the former "Junzitang" was not a famous sect in the Eastern Region, it still had hundreds of disciples.

Unexpectedly.

Now there are only a bunch of helpless wretch left, which is really a pity.

"understood."

Nodding silently.

Nangong Yan took a deep breath and ordered, "Pass the order down, set off immediately!"

"Yes!"

The guard quickly obeyed the order, turned around and waved his hand towards his men, saying in a deep voice, "Hurry up and put the shackles on these prisoners!"

next moment--

A large number of black iron handcuffs and shackles were thrown at the feet of the disciples of Junzitang.

These torture instruments are all mass-produced low-level magic weapons. Their only function is to suppress the true energy in the cultivator's body, making him temporarily lose the ability to resist.

Of course, it is usually only effective for cultivators in the "Qi Refining Realm".

If one wants to control cultivators above the Foundation Establishment Stage, one will need a higher-level magic weapon of the same type.

It is no coincidence.

A set of almost identical torture instruments was also thrown at Zhang Xianling's feet.

Look at the guard's expression.

He and Shen Tu Yu were treated the same way and had to wear this thing before they could go on the road.

"Brother, this is too bullying..."

Looking down at the black torture instrument on the ground, Shentu Yu immediately felt unacceptable.

Such treatment is usually used against those extremely vicious and despised demon cultivators, or even demons who have been captured and used as slaves.

The crime of "Junzitang" is, at best, dereliction of duty.

Such behavior is undoubtedly humiliating them all for no reason.

Narrow your eyes.

Zhang Xianling suddenly felt a little unhappy. If it were any other time, he would have been furious.

But now, the Nangong family has sent a large number of people, and there are even cultivators in the "Foundation Establishment Realm" to support them.

Whenever he dared to take action, things would get out of hand and reach a stalemate.

As the saying goes, a lack of patience can ruin great plans.

To know.

Zhang Xianling was still hoping to sneak into the Nangong family's ancestral hall in "Haoqi City" to steal the treasure, so how could he ruin the overall situation for such a trivial matter?

"What is this for?"

I was originally planning to discuss this with Nangong Yan.

Unexpectedly, the other party frowned, took the initiative to look at his guards, and asked in a deep voice: "We are just escorting them to Lingyun Peak. Is there any need to make such a big fuss?!"

"Sir, this is the rule..."

The leading guard was slightly startled and hurriedly explained: "After all, they are criminals sent to exile by the Lord God King. If they are not wearing torture instruments, I am afraid..."

"It doesn't matter!"

A big wave of his hand.

Nangong Yan was a little annoyed and said in a deep voice: "We are all fellow human beings. Brother Zhang and his fellow disciples are not the kind of unforgivable criminals. There is no need to do this!"

He pondered for a moment.

Nangong Yan patted his chest and continued, "Just do as I say. Have them put away all the torture instruments. Be kind to the brothers of Junzitang. If anyone wants to investigate, I will take the responsibility!"

As soon as these words came out.

The guard in front of him didn't know what to say, so he quickly took the order and gave it.

"I'm so sorry."

He turned around and smiled at Zhang Xianling.

Nangong Yan sighed softly, "What I can do is very limited. I was able to protect Brother Zhang and the brothers from being wronged along the way, but once we reach Lingyun Peak, I will no longer be able to make the final decision."

"That's a harsh word, I understand."

Zhang Xianling bowed in return, but a flash of vigilance passed through his eyes.

nodded.

Nangong Yan said no more, turned around and arranged for his men to prepare to set off.

Zhang Xianling and Shen Tu Yu were left alone there, not knowing what to do for a moment.

"Senior brother..."

I couldn't help but make faces.

Shen Tu Yu whispered to himself, "This Nangong family's legitimate son is a truly kind person. He doesn't have the airs of a cultivator at all."

"Is it......"

Looking at the slightly thin figure not far away.

Zhang Xianling narrowed his eyes and replied in a deep voice, "They don't show off their abilities, and appear friendly on the surface, but they are often the most treacherous people. Not only are they difficult to deal with, but we must be on guard against them..."