I traveled through time and space to become an immortal, but I died at the beginning

After saying this, his body began to wither and hunch over, turning into that skinny old man again.

Black blood flowed out of his seven orifices, and his body in the air became unstable, swaying as if he was about to fall at any time.

"Brother, hold on."

Seeing this scene, Wang Mingfu immediately stretched out a hand to support him, thus stabilizing his body.

He hurriedly said to Xuan Kun, "Senior, you are so powerful, can you save my brother? I will give you everything I have in my Wang family."

Wang Mingshu, who had changed from a young man to a skinny old man, shook his head.

A hoarse and weak voice said, "It's useless. The Black Blood Soul Killing Pill is basically incurable. There is no need to trouble you, Senior."

He looked at Xuan Kun and said again, "Senior Aikun, I am afraid that I will not survive, but I still care about my family. I want to ask you why you are so kind to my family."

"From what you said, senior, you will escort my family to a safe place. Before I die, I would like to ask you if you have any other plans for my family. If you have any, please take it."

Hearing Wang Mingshu's words, Wang Mingfu naturally had this question in his mind. After all, it was impossible for a casual cultivator in Xuantian Country to do this for their Wang family, but he was the head of the clan.

Now he is the only foundation-building cultivator in the Wang family. The family still needs him, so he naturally cannot ask, but Wang Mingshu is different.

He was about to die anyway, and asking now would only mean death even if he offended this senior. Even if this person implicated the Wang family, it would only advance the time.

The fact that the Wang family was implicated shows that this senior originally wanted to take action against the Wang family.

Xuan Kun also smiled when he saw this. Naturally, he could not hide their thoughts from Xuan Kun. What they could think of, Xuan Kun naturally thought of as well.

He explained calmly, "Wang Tianli and I have a history. That's enough, right?"

Hearing this, the two current leaders of the Wang family were stunned. Wang Mingshu looked at the stunned Wang Mingfu and first apologized to Xuan Kun.

"Please forgive me, Senior. I was rude. With your words, it is enough. I can go with peace of mind."

Wang Mingfu, who had regained consciousness, said nothing. He looked at his brother who was being supported by him and was already dead. He died peacefully. After all, the family was still there and was protected.

As a cultivator who has lived for over a hundred years and the current patriarch of the Wang family, Wang Mingfu is accustomed to life and death and separation, and has no expression.

He just took a look at Wang Mingshu's body and resisted the urge to ask Master Aikun about Wang Tianli's news.

After bowing, he flew down with Wang Mingshu's body and organized the surviving members of the Wang family.

Xuan Kun's Nascent Soul consciousness swept around. Sixteen years ago, the Wang family had about a thousand Qi Refiners and more than ten Foundation Establishment cultivators. But now, there was only one Foundation Establishment cultivator, Wang Mingfu, and more than two hundred Qi Refining cultivators still alive.

Xuan Kun remembered Wang Tianhuai, with whom he had an appointment and wanted to fight again.

I thought, “I wonder if this young man is still alive?”

The Nascent Soul's consciousness carefully scanned the two hundred Qi Refining cultivators, but did not find Wang Tianhuai. Looking at the corpses and flesh below, he couldn't help but sigh, thinking that maybe they had already turned into dead bones.

Looking at the Wang family monks below, Xuan Kun locked onto Wang Mingfu.

I thought to myself, "If I can resolve your Wang family issue without anything I can't handle, the karma between you and me will be over, and we won't have to see each other again in the future."

Without thinking about it anymore, Xuan Kun monitored the surroundings of Wangtian City from the air to prevent other people from the Hehuan Sect from appearing.

Not long after, Master Wang Ming from below flew up, bowed respectfully to Xuan Kun, and said respectfully, "Senior Aikun, my Wang family is ready and can set off at any time."

Hearing this, Xuan Kun nodded. He had just scanned the area with his spiritual sense. This Master Wang Ming was quite rational and smart. He integrated all the descendants of the Wang family cultivators into the mortal population of Wangtian City.

Cultivators have no intention of killing mortals. After all, they will be involved in a considerable cause and effect. Generally, cultivators will not kill unimportant mortals. After all, cultivators also come from mortals, and mortals are the foundation of the emergence of cultivators in the earthly realm.

In addition to the evil cultivators who would use mortals to refine evil magic tools, there would occasionally be demons and righteous people who would do so, but they were a minority.

Therefore, those who follow the righteous path and the evil path are not necessarily bad people, but those who follow the evil path are definitely evil people.

Xuan Kun said calmly, "Let's go."

More than two hundred people marched towards the north. These two hundred people were quite strange. Among them, there was only one Foundation Establishment cultivator and one Core Formation cultivator, and the rest were all Qi Refining cultivators.

Along the way, Xuan Kun relied on his Nascent Soul consciousness to bypass the families and sects that had been captured by the Hehuan Sect team.

They were moving slowly on the ground. After all, they had two hundred burdens, and the speed of refining Qi was really too slow. Xuan Kun did not have any large magic weapons, and even if he had one, he could not fly in the air.

After three days of marching, everyone stopped by a stream, as the Qi-refining cultivators needed to eat.

In three days, the Wang family's store of fasting pills had been used up, and they could only rely on grains for food.

Xuan Kun stayed on a high mountain by the river, and released his Nascent Soul consciousness from time to time to ensure the safety of the group.

Wang Mingfu flew over and handed over a golden grilled fish, saying respectfully, "Senior Aikun, although you and I have already fasted, the grilled fish in this river is particularly delicious. Would you like some, Senior?"

Seeing this scene, Xuan Kun smiled, and his spiritual sense swept over the grilled fish. After confirming that it was not poisoned, he hooked his hand and the grilled fish automatically flew into his hand.

Tan Tan said, "You didn't come here to grill fish, did you?"

Hearing this, the person opposite was shocked and said respectfully, "As expected, I can't hide it from Senior's eyes. I do have something to ask, and I would like to ask Senior to explain it to me."

Hearing this, Xuan Kun lifted his mask slightly, took a bite of the golden grilled fish in his hand, and then said, "Want to know about Wang Tianli?"

The person opposite immediately replied, "That's right, Senior. I think you've already found out that I am Wang Tianli's grandfather. Could you please explain to me what happened to my Tianli? Is he still alive? Or how did he die?"

Speaking of this, Master Wang Ming had already accepted the news of his grandson's death fourteen years ago, but he was only told that he was missing, so he still had a glimmer of hope that his grandson might not be dead?

After all, no body was found.

Xuan Kun put down the grilled fish in his hand and said, "He's dead. He died more than ten years ago. We were friends. He was a very nice person and helped me a lot."

Suddenly remembering Wang Tianli's various pleas for mercy before his death, he said seriously, "Wang Tianli wanted me to tell you a message: I am not a coward."

That’s right, he had died sixteen years ago. Xuan Kun was not lying about what he said about more than ten years ago. Xuan Kun had only pretended to be Wang Tianli for more than two years.

After hearing Xuan Kun's answer, Wang Mingfu was filled with grief. At the same time, it also extinguished his only fantasy and he truly accepted the news of his grandson's death.

The tall body kept trembling, and the middle-aged man's face was wet with tears. Xuan Kun's last words kept echoing in his heart.

"I'm not a coward~ I'm not a coward..."

But he thanked him respectfully.

"Thank you for telling me, thank you for telling me."