Even the God of Quick Transmigration Needs an Assessment

Of course, many people talked about this in private.

A forbidden magic array capable of covering the entire city is not something an elder of a third-rate, marginal family could produce. The overflowing demonic energy clearly indicates the assistance of a hidden hand behind the scenes, and the identity of this hidden hand is self-evident.

The immortal sects, fearing something was amiss, sent people to investigate. What they found was truly shocking: the seal of the demon realm had been breached, revealing a bright, visible crack.

Although the crack was small, it was enough to entice the demons. Only after investigation did they discover that this part was the area under the jurisdiction of the Qilian family. This undoubtedly meant that the Qilian family colluded with the demons to harm their own kind. As for the other Qilian clansmen who died tragically, who knows if they were involved?

Leaving aside the fact that the people of Lingxi suffered unjustly, the racial war they caused five hundred years ago was enough to arouse their hatred for the Qilian people.

Many people were affected by this great war. Whenever people mention the great war that took place five hundred years ago, some will think of the Qilian family, the source of everything, and will curse them as a despised clan.

The remaining orphans dared not show their real names, and all changed their surnames to live in seclusion in the mountains and never came into the world again.

The most famous among them is Qilianwu, who was fortunate enough to become a disciple of Xuandu, the strongest in the immortal sect, and showed his true surname without any hesitation.

They dared not say anything openly, but it was hard to say anything in private, after all, she was the last surviving member of a despised clan.

Xuan Du looked at the little girl in front of him. He couldn't quite remember what she was like before, but now she was clearly more vivid and more like the person in his memory.

Wait patiently for the flowers to bloom; the clouds will eventually part and the moon will shine.

He guessed what the Bodhisattva meant; it turned out to be right now.

Xuan Du grabbed her arm, and with a wave of his other hand, he instantly carried them away. In a dizzying moment, she returned to the sword's edge.

I was amazed. This is so convenient! No wonder he is a cultivator in the Mahayana stage. His ability to break through space is amazing. Although it can't compare to the distance of a thousand-mile teleportation talisman, it is still something that others can only dream of.

Xuan Du released his grip and said calmly, "We've arrived. Now that you've just broken through to the Golden Core stage, you should consolidate your cultivation."

Moon Mist agreed; she would also work hard. Hehe, breaking through the void was so cool.

After waving goodbye, Yuewu found her cave dwelling and sat down to rest. She sat leisurely in the courtyard, discussing the future development of the story with 66.

"66, the follow-up is too strange. I want to rush in and slap Han Ziyan. It's disgusting."

Unable to win her heart, he kept the original owner of the body by his side, subjecting her to gossip and slander. He even used a secret fox clan technique to bewitch her mind, making her forget everything and mistake her enemy for her lover.

The war between the immortals and demons continues. The immortal sects are secretly gathering strength to defeat the demons. Led by Ji Ci and Xuan Shen, the elite faction of the immortal sects launches the first attack, storming the demon king's palace and finding the original owner who was imprisoned.

The experienced Xuan Shen immediately recognized that she had fallen under the influence of the fox clan's illusion. While cultivators with cultivation might be able to resist it, it would be very difficult for the original owner, whose spiritual roots had been removed and who was only able to prolong her life with pills.

He reached out and dispelled the illusion. The original owner, who was initially afraid of strangers intruding, was stunned and couldn't believe the memories that suddenly flooded her mind. She finally understood where her inexplicable disgust towards Han Ziyan came from.

So that's how it is. She was nothing but a puppet being manipulated, the sinner who caused everything to happen.

The original owner had gone mad, pushing the two away and shouting that she wanted to find her master, but how could someone who had already died appear?

She was brought back to Qingyun, and when she heard the other disciples talking about her again, she remained expressionless.

When war broke out between the immortal and demon races, everyone realized that she had been framed. The purpose was to sow discord between him and the immortal sect, so that Xuan Du would leave the Qingyun Sect voluntarily.

Everyone lamented that such a once-proud genius had come to such an end, never looking for the problem within themselves, since the original owner was a perfect scapegoat.

Without her, Xuan Du would not have left and been ambushed by the enemy.

If it weren't for protecting her, Xuan Du wouldn't have risked his life to fight the old demon king.

If Xuandu were still alive, they wouldn't have been so easily defeated by the demons in the war between immortals and demons, and the innocent people and their families and friends wouldn't have sacrificed themselves in vain.

As expected of a despised race, they are indeed a menace.

Each time, it caused great chaos, making people suffer and the world desolate.

She accepted the accusations and rebukes with a blank expression, wandering around Xuan Du's former cave in a mad manner. The guilt in her heart grew day by day in the dark, like a water tank, dripping and dripping, until it would overflow one day.

On a night as usual, avoiding everyone, and taking advantage of the faint moonlight, I slowly made my way to my master's cave.

Xuan Du disliked unauthorized intrusions. She knelt at the door, just as she had formally become Xuan Du's disciple at her disciple-acceptance ceremony. She straightened her back, raised her head and looked inside as if Xuan Du were right in front of her. With a smile, she cupped her hands and said, "Qi Lianwu greets Master."

After speaking, she solemnly kowtowed three times, took out the spirit sword that Xuandu had given her. Now that the war had ended and her master's injustice had been cleared, she had no motivation to continue.

She couldn't cause any more trouble for others. She raised her sword to her neck, her eyes dim, and resolutely slashed it. Blood gushed out, and she collapsed to the ground, powerless.

She didn't know that this wouldn't kill her immediately. She could feel her blood slowly draining away. She turned her head to look at the night sky. The moonlight was bright, covering the earth with a layer of silver, exuding a quiet and serene atmosphere.

Before she completely lost consciousness, she made a wish to the moon. She hoped that in her next life her master and fellow disciples would be safe and sound, and that they would uncover the demon race's conspiracy and prevent innocent people from being dragged into the war.

Yuewu was disgusted. How wicked! Even after learning of the original owner's death, Han Ziyan was restless and secretly broke into Jianfeng to try to summon her soul with her remains. She really doesn't even let go of the dead.

Fortunately, Ji Ci and the others arrived in time, preventing her from suffering another disaster.

Tsukigami couldn't understand why, even after clearly rejecting her, she would still stick to him like a leech; it was truly enough.

Thinking of Han Ziyan, she suddenly slapped her thigh and stood up. Right, she had just taken on a disciple. She hadn't gotten used to the role of master yet, and in her excitement, she had forgotten about them.

She touched her chin. Hmm, it should be alright, right? She's such a grown woman, she can get here by herself, right?

In the end, his conscience bothered him, and he decided to wait and see at the foot of the mountain.

Bored, I squatted at the foot of the mountain, playing with foxtail grass while chatting with 66 about its story with System 00. I never expected that the two could be connected.

66 proudly said, "It said it only has Tongtong left, and no one wants to be its friend. Its former host also had an accident. I felt sorry for it, so I reluctantly continued to be its friend." Of course, it didn't mention that System 00 bought it a lot of the latest seasonal system decorations in order to gain its forgiveness.

Hmph, it's also a system that's keeping up with the times.

Han Ziyan was speechless. Compared to his experience in the Demon Realm, although there was no physical pain here, it was a much more disgusting mental attack.

He meticulously planned, and despite being a gifted young genius, he condescended to choose a person with a bad reputation in the immortal sect as his master. Not only was he ungrateful, but he also showed great concern for a cook while not giving him a second glance. It was all in vain for his hard work.

What angered them the most wasn't that, but Ji Ci, that blockhead. He had planned to fly directly to the sword's edge and explore the path before the moon mist came looking for them, so he could plan ahead.

Unexpectedly, Ji Ci, that blockhead, thought that Yue Wu was testing the two of them, wanting them to walk a long mountain road to temper their character.

I cheerfully invited him to take the test with me. He appeared calm on the surface, but secretly he almost rolled his eyes. Seriously, are you out of your mind? Why do you have to go looking for trouble when there's no hardship to be had?

They kindly advised, "Today is the first day of your apprenticeship. Master shouldn't put you through such a test. Let's go back, in case Master is waiting for us."

Ji Ci refused without hesitation, firmly believing it was a test, and fearing Han Zi would be tired, he told him to go back first.

Han Ziyan was at a loss for words. What did he mean by saying that if he was afraid of getting tired, he could go back by himself? In the end, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and agree.

He was furious inside, secretly glaring at Ji Ci from behind. If he weren't still useful to him, he wouldn't have been a fool to do this kind of thing with him.

When they arrived at the foot of Jianfeng Mountain, exhausted, they saw a rocking chair and a small table set up. They were comfortably lying down, enjoying the breeze and eating berries.

It's ridiculously leisurely.

It's infuriating to watch. They're exhausted, while you're all relaxed and carefree.

He hated these mentally challenged people.

Especially moon fog and seasonal words!