"What, you're not convinced?"

Zhang Junhu was fearless and had nothing to fear.

His identity is special. If the Long family dares to lay a hand on him, it would be tantamount to offending the entire Martial Arts Association of Great Xia.

The Long clan members are not even in Kyoto.

They will find it impossible to move an inch in any corner of the Great Xia!

Long Aozu felt a surge of anger rising within him.

However, his family background forced him to consider their interests, and Wu Jingshui, who was standing nearby, also came over to persuade him.

“Patriarch, let’s let Lin Jinglong go for now. He has the protection of experts from fifteen sects, so we must not directly clash with them.”

Wu Jingshui gave him a way out.

Long Aozu snorted coldly.

"Alright, since Elder Wu has said so, I'll let them off this time!"

After saying that, he turned around immediately.

"Let's retreat!"

Long Aozu waved his hand.

Those direct descendants and elders of the Long clan breathed a sigh of relief, as the other nine families were not present.

They clashed with so many experts.

They're the ones who will definitely suffer!

"The patriarch is quite shrewd. Let them off this time and let them underestimate us. We'll retaliate another day and catch them off guard!"

A sycophant in the crowd tried to save face.

Long Aozu's lips twitched, while Long Xishan, whose arm was broken, stared at Lin Jinglong with a venomous gaze as he left.

This grudge must be avenged!

Lin Jinglong was surrounded by people from fifteen sects, represented by Zhang Junhu and Hunyuan Daoren, who all came to try to get close to him.

The scene became somewhat chaotic for a moment.

Finally, it was the burly man who worshipped the Azure Dragon Sect. He pushed through everyone and rushed in front of Lin Jinglong.

"Mr. Lin, do you know where Master Qinglong is now? My name is Lin Yang. I wonder if he still remembers me?"

"My master..." Lin Jinglong wanted to tell them at Qinglong Temple, but his master had been cultivating in seclusion for many years, and the news would surely cause him trouble if it spread.

"Fine, I'll help the old man this once."

Lin Jinglong thought to himself.

Then, he put on a sorrowful expression, his face filled with bitterness.

"My master has already passed away."

"ah?"

These people were immediately dumbfounded.

Master Qinglong is dead?

A collective sigh of disappointment rippled through the crowd.

They were hoping to see Master Qinglong again and learn some more skills from him.

Only Zhang Junhu, who was also a semi-cultivator, could see through Lin Jinglong's cultivation level at a glance—the legendary Nascent Soul Realm.

All disciples possess this ability.

Master Qinglong is definitely more powerful!

Zhang Junhu naturally didn't believe the old man had passed away, but after glancing at the people around him, he secretly covered his face and chuckled.

"It seems this is just Mr. Lin's excuse. Only I can see that. It seems that Master Qinglong does not want others to disturb his meditation."

Zhang Junhu had a rough idea in his mind.

But he wasn't disappointed; on the contrary, he was even more excited. After all, only he truly understood Lin Jinglong's value.

Zhang Junhu's eyes darted around.

He immediately moved closer to Lin Jinglong.

"Master Lin, I have a Taoist book in my collection at the Martial Arts Association, but it is so profound that I have never been able to understand it. I wonder if I could discuss it with you sometime in the future?"

Taoist texts?

Lin Jinglong was indeed somewhat interested.

He immediately agreed to Zhang Junhu's request.

"Okay, I'll contact you when I have time."

"Very good!"

Zhang Junhu nodded excitedly.

Meanwhile, Hunyuan Daoist squeezed in from the side, looking somewhat hesitant.

"I heard that you, Junior Brother Lin, once met Xiuqing, the disciple of Miaofa Zhenren. Now, Miaofa is probably on the verge of death. I wonder if you would be willing to go to the Shendao Temple to see her?"

"Is the Blood Lotus ready?"

Lin Jinglong naturally remembered his promise to her.

Hunyuan Daoist smiled.

"Although Blood Lotus is rare, the Divine Path Temple is certainly capable of collecting it. Even if it can't, I can still go find it. How about I trouble Junior Brother Lin to come with me to the Divine Path Temple first?"

"Alright."

Since Lin Jinglong had agreed to Xiuqing's request...

At the invitation of the Primordial Daoist, there was naturally no reason to refuse.

On the other side...

Inside the Dragon Soul Hall.

Wu Yuehan was pacing in the hall. Although her face did not show much emotion, her heart was already clenched.

"Unfortunately, my strength is too weak!"

"I can't help my husband, so I can only leave him alone at the garrison post."

"Otherwise, we'll stand with him even if it costs us our lives!"

Wu Yuehan was very worried and felt guilty.

Just then, a message came through her phone, and a look of joy immediately appeared on her face.

"My husband is really alright!"

Fifty miles outside of Kyoto.

Nestled deep within a scenic area of ​​lush mountains and clear waters, a Taoist temple has seen its incense offerings dwindle.

More than ten fellow disciples waited anxiously in the lobby.

In the room next door, a strong smell of medicine and elixirs wafted out.

The busty Taoist nun Xiuqing sat on the edge of the bed.

He was wiping the sweat from a woman who looked to be in her thirties and still had a charming appearance. Her face was pale, but her eyes were gradually filled with despair.

There was an old man with a goatee standing nearby.

He sat cross-legged in the corner of the room, with several black pills placed in a furnace in front of him, the fragrance emanating from the furnace.

At this point, the old man shook his head repeatedly.

He glanced at the female Taoist nun on the sickbed and sighed, "Master Miaofa, don't blame me for not helping you. This Thousand Insect Gu poison is a unique skill of the Tang Clan in the Southern Frontier. There is no other way to cure you except for the Tang family."

The old man with the goatee has already made his judgment.

Xiuqing wiped the sweat from her master's brow.

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