Chapter 79 The Three of Us "What do you think?"

The wind rushed past her ears, and in almost two breaths, the man leaped up, carrying her to a high place.

"It's me."

The man spoke and withdrew his hand. As soon as Lin Feiran opened his eyes, he saw the spot where he had just been standing suddenly crack open, with spiritual light scattering in all directions. Two more cultivators wearing cloud-patterned robes walked out and cautiously searched the surroundings.

Lin Feiran's eyelids twitched upon seeing this. He hadn't noticed anything at all. If he had been eavesdropping there, he would probably have been seriously injured on the spot.

"Thank you, Lord Murong." She turned around and saw that the person who had stopped her was none other than Murong Qiudi, who had disappeared long ago.

“No need, come with me.” Murong Qiudi shook her head slightly at Lin Feiran, then pointed to the side. The two quietly leaped onto another rooftop and silently looked into the courtyard.

In the courtyard, the Holy Maiden had closed her eyes and remained silent. In front of her, the young Taoist was speaking, his expression cold. The two masked figures standing behind the young Taoist remained silent.

Lin Feiran examined them closely and thought to himself that these cultivators wearing cloud-patterned robes were indeed related to that young Daoist boy, but he didn't know who they were.

Just as she was hesitating, Murong Qiudi suddenly spoke up: "Why are you here?"

Lin Feiran said, "I was looking for someone from the top of the bell tower when I noticed something strange in the courtyard, so I came here."

Murong Qiudi frowned deeply: "You can actually see it?"

"Yes, didn't Lord Murong also track this down?" Lin Feiran wondered.

She looked at the Holy Maiden of the Goddess Sect.

"When I met her, she gave me a pill of ambergris. As soon as I put it on, I was able to see this strange sight."

Lin Feiran looked over upon hearing this, and saw that the Holy Maiden still had her eyes closed, letting the young Taoist speak ill of her without showing any anger, only a calm and peaceful demeanor.

Murong Qiudi continued, "I have been tracking these cultivators for a long time, and strangely enough, I have never seen any of them make a move to search for the flower. They just wander around the city, seemingly looking for something."

During my investigation, I encountered the girl for the second time. She was fighting several people and was at a disadvantage. As the ritual official, I shouldn't have intervened, but these people were so strange that I stepped in to help. Later, the three people appeared.

For Murong Qiudi, a few cultivators at the Questioning Mind Realm were nothing, but the three who arrived later were quite troublesome.

"The young Taoist on the left looks young, but his moves are decisive and shrewd. The masked man in the middle looks like a teenager. He stands far behind. The most troublesome one is the one on the right."

Lin Feiran turned to look and saw that the person was also covered in silver and wearing a cloud-patterned cloak, but was much taller than the other two, and was clearly an adult male.

However, his posture was more relaxed, and he showed no reaction when the young Taoist uttered wild words, giving him a somewhat detached, outsider-like feel.

“His cultivation was no less than mine, but he had no intention of killing me. So he just kept me occupied so that the other cultivators could take the girl away.”

Murong Qiudi said coldly, "How could I just stand by and watch? Just as I was about to go forward to chase after him, the young man in the middle only said one word, and I froze on the spot, unable to move."

Lin Feiran asked again, "What did he say?"

Murong Qiudi's eyes turned slightly cold, as if she had thought of something, but she did not tell Lin Feiran. She only shook her head: "He was far away at the time and his voice was soft. I did not hear him clearly."

They took the people away, and I wasn't able to act until an hour later. I had just caught up with them here when I encountered you.

In the courtyard, some monks were still lamenting and praying, their faces turned toward the silent, masked youth in the center.

Lin Feiran couldn't help but recall the day of the grand banquet, when the young wolf clan leader who had tried to assassinate Ru Xian had shown great respect for the young Daoist boy, even preferring to have his soul searched by Ru Xian and become a cripple rather than reveal a single word.

Murong Qiudi said in a deep voice, "I now suspect that they may be controlled by these three people using magic, otherwise how could they be completely uninterested in the flying flowers in the city?"

Lin Feiran examined them carefully and slowly shook his head, saying, "No, they look more like ordinary religious people in the mortal world."

Murong Qiudi seemed to remember something, her eyes brightened slightly, but she did not say much to Lin Feiran, only saying, "You still have to participate in the Flying Flower Gathering, leave quickly, I will save that female cultivator."

Lin Feiran shook his head: "It is not easy to fight against three people at once. I can stay and help."

Murong Qiudi hesitated for a moment, but did not object. The city was in chaos, especially since four hours were almost up and a new round of killings would soon follow. She could not possibly summon the other three.

If it had been any other cultivator who spoke up to help her at this moment, instead of Lin Feiran, she would have sternly told them to leave. But Lin Feiran was different; looking into her eyes and profile, one could sense a certain familiarity.

“Alright, then you can stay.” Murong Qiudi nodded, then suddenly asked, “Your name is Wenran, where are you from?”

Lin Feiran readily agreed, saying, "Jiangnan in the Central Plains, Jinling."

“Jinling?” Murong Qiudi reacted very strongly. “I know someone who is also from Jinling. She… So you are also from Jinling.”

For some unknown reason, she stopped talking and didn't say anything more, only silently looking at the courtyard.

The monks in the courtyard rose one by one, facing the moon, one hand pointing to the sky and the other forming a mudra to the ground, their expressions devout.

Then the masked youth standing in the center finally made his move. He raised his hand slightly, without forming a hand seal or making a spell. He simply raised his hand, and after a moment, a warm breeze swept over him, refreshing and pleasant, as if all the anger in his heart had been washed away.

Even Lin Feiran and his companion, who were far away on another rooftop, understood the lingering resonance, and their doubts and unease vanished instantly.

With their fighting spirit greatly diminished, Murong Qiudi and Lin Feiran exchanged a glance and couldn't help but raise their hands to touch the cold weapons beside them. The sound of metal clanging rang out, and their relaxed muscles tensed up again.

The young man walked towards the saintess who was bound in the middle, and also raised his hand. After a moment, the saintess's body shone brightly, as if resisting something, but after only a few breaths, the light dimmed.

The cultivator beside her untied the spiritual ropes binding her, and the Holy Maiden suddenly stood up, slowly walking out of the courtyard. Her expression was still compassionate, but her movements were slightly stiff. As she left the mansion, she inadvertently glanced in the direction where Lin Feiran and the other person were, and then gently withdrew her gaze.

The group followed behind her, heading out in a grand procession. Some cultivators passed by in a hurry, seemingly ignoring them as they brushed past.

Lin Feiran and Murong Qiudi immediately set off to follow.

Midway through her journey, she blinked slightly, and the yin-yang symbol in her eyes floated up. A moment later, she heard a sound like hailstones.

"Don't rush me, I haven't arrived yet. I just came across a flower shop called Jin Yin Tai..."

"My lord, I am not in the bell tower at the moment. If you arrive, you can go up and wait for me. I will return to meet you in about half an hour."

Ru Xian stopped and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lin Feiran didn't have time to explain much, only saying, "It happened suddenly. I'm currently investigating some things with Lord Murong, so it's inconvenient to explain now. I'll tell you later. Don't worry, nothing will happen if you're with her."

After she finished speaking, no more of her voice could be heard. Ru Xian frowned slightly, then relaxed, and sighed silently.

What could possibly happen between her and Murong Qiudi? It must be that the group of cloud-patterned robe cultivators found a clue, and she just happened to run into them, so she acted on impulse and helped them out...

The reasons behind this are obvious, but it is certainly safer to be with that person.

Ru Xian walked up to the flower farmer, and amidst the envious gazes of the other cultivators who had broken through to the next level, she casually put down the bouquet in her hand, sat down at the table, crossed her long legs in a very carefree and comfortable manner, and swung her right foot slightly, causing the tight leg ring to touch the edge of the table with a tinkling sound.

He lifted his eyelids, sized up the smiling flower farmer, and said in a cool voice, "I've heard you have a gold and silver platform here. How do you play?"

Both her appearance and her tone of voice caused onlookers to gasp and whisper among themselves.

Ru Xian glanced sideways, a faint smile playing on her lips, her eyelashes slightly lowered. She didn't actually look at them, yet she inexplicably gave off a feeling of looking down on them. The group immediately fell silent and retreated, saying no more.

The flower grower raised his hand, and ten porcelain plates piled high with pearls and jade immediately appeared on the square table, shining brightly.

The flower grower looked around: "Golden and Silver Terrace, a pair of flowers, are there still people who want to take flowers? They can sit down and play chess."

Several people were intimidated by Ru Shan's imposing aura and dared not step forward for a moment. However, one of them kept glancing at the bouquet of flowers beside him and stepped forward, saying, "Fellow Daoist, since we are playing chess, how about we increase the stakes?"

Ru Xian didn't look at him, but stared at the jade beads on the table. She brushed her long hair with her left hand and tapped the armrest with her right hand, saying indifferently, "If you don't sit at the table, then move on to the next person."

Lin Feiran became a hero halfway through, so he wasn't in a hurry to find her. Although he had some free time, he didn't want to waste it on these people.

Another person stepped forward: "Then I'll do it. I've been waiting for this Golden and Silver Platform for a long time!"

He had just sat down when the man stepped forward again: "Fellow Daoist, we can wager on flower-themed games. Although my collection of flower-themed games doesn't have many, there are some rare ones..."

The man who sat down frowned and said, "Lin Feiran, I'm already seated. You can go and watch the fight from the sidelines."

Ru Xian suddenly raised her eyes, then turned to look at the cultivator, raising an eyebrow with a hint of interest: "Your name is Lin Feiran?"

Lin Feiran was stunned for a moment. Just as he nodded in agreement, he saw the fellow Daoist's lips slightly curved and his chin slightly raised as he pointed to the person sitting opposite him: "Not bad name. Then you can come. You just want me to place a bet with the flower token in my hand, right? I accept the bet."

The person who sat down asked blankly, "Then what about me?"

Ru Xian looked at him, her thin lips parted slightly: "What do you think?"

The man was still confused, but his legs obediently stood up, making room for Lin Feiran.

Everyone present seemed to have forgotten that as long as two people sat down, the game could begin, regardless of whether the opponent was willing or not. But at this moment, for some reason, they all listened to him and dared not disobey.

Ru Xian looked at the person sitting opposite her and said, "Since your name is Lin Feiran, I will bet on this bouquet of flowers. If I lose, you can have it all. If I win, I will only take the rarest one from your chart."

For Lin Feiran, this was a huge gamble, a sesame seed for a watermelon, which amazed onlookers.

"Is it just because his name is Lin Feiran, which is a good name?"

What's so good about Lin Feiran?

"I don't know."

Lin Feiran laughed with delight, looking at the flower farmer: "Let's get started!"

He then took out a divination box from under the table: "The winner goes first."

Before Lin Feiran could even make a move, Ru Xian had already taken one. He glanced down at it and saw a touch of red on the end of the stick. He raised an eyebrow, twirled the stick between his fingers, and the red turned out. He said.

"No need to smoke, I'll go first."

No matter what he does, he likes to be a step ahead of others and always be one step ahead, and this is the result he desires.

The crowd gradually gathered around to look. This way of retrieving beads had nothing to do with magic or martial arts, but rather with the divination techniques of the diviner, which were the most difficult for cultivators to master.

From the moment the first jade bead is taken, the calculation must begin and cannot be stopped.

As if a hailstone were lowering its gaze, its expression slightly composed. Although it possessed arrogance, it was not careless or conceited. When it counted the beads with its eyes, it was very careful, and its long, lowered eyelashes also moved slightly. Thus, its domineering attitude gradually faded, leaving people stunned.

A moment later, he raised his hand, grabbed a handful of jade beads, and with a slight movement of his long fingers, a few beads spilled out from between his fingers and remained in place, while the rest were placed into the container in front of him.

"No need to count, thirteen."

He didn't even look, but when everyone craned their necks to count, it was indeed thirteen, no more and no less.

At this moment, Lin Feiran began to feel a real sense of crisis, because he had not yet finished counting the ten plates of jade beads.

He glanced at Ru Xian with a hint of panic. The person sitting opposite him was resting his chin on his hand, staring into the distance as if in a daze, occasionally glancing at him with a slight frown.

What is he dissatisfied with?

Lin Feiran was in a state of turmoil, feeling ashamed that she was being looked down upon. For the moment, she didn't care about anything else and casually grabbed a handful of jade beads and put them on her plate.

He thought, there are so many beads, it's not too late to calculate later, let's first suppress this person's gaze!

Like hail sweeping across his jade plate, he first counted the number, then chuckled softly, and simply reached out to take the third plate of jade beads, pouring them all into his own cup.

Forty-six pills.

Lin Feiran glanced at the others, then took a plate and poured all the contents into his own bowl, but did not announce the number as the others had done.

"What's the point of counting now? Let's take the last one first."

Ru Xian sighed softly, "Not nearly there."

He then fell silent, not looking at the person sitting opposite him, but simply raising his hand to take the bead, occasionally glancing at the bucket opposite him, his expression indifferent.

As the number of jade beads in the dish decreased, Lin Feiran's reaching speed slowed down. The onlookers stopped holding their breath and began to whisper among themselves, their words filled with regret.

"It would have been better if he had done it sooner."

"It's not his fault. There are too many jade beads. Even I couldn't figure it out at first. One wrong step leads to another. It seems his chance of winning the flower game is in jeopardy."

By the time the ten jade beads had scattered and fallen, Lin Feiran was drenched in sweat. This time, Ru Xian did not raise her hand, but simply asked, "Is it necessary to continue?"

The remaining numbers are already controlled. Whether Lin Feiran chooses an even number or an odd number, the last one will inevitably fall into the hands of Ruo Shi.

Lin Feiran did not reply. He continued until the last grain was taken away as expected. Before the flower farmer could even speak, he immediately took out the summer lotus and disappeared instantly.

The movements were fluid and seamless, suggesting that it was premeditated.

But the next moment, everyone's vision blurred, and Lin Feiran, who had escaped, inexplicably reappeared before them, only to be slammed against the wall and cough up a mouthful of blood.

The room fell silent for a moment, but dozens of eyes were fixed on the golden-white figure.

"Since you honestly passed the level, I won't do anything more."

He didn't even glance at it, but simply took the gold and silver bouquet, examined it for a few moments, and then inserted the snow-white flower into the appropriate spot.

"If I were you, I wouldn't have glanced around carelessly when I decided to flee, revealing my thoughts. Wouldn't that have given the enemy time to prepare?"

He walked to Lin Feiran's side and said in a cool voice, "Open the chart, this bouquet is too plain, I need to find one with a richer color."

Lin Feiran was terrified and dared not disobey. She hurriedly stood up, clutching her chest, and unfolded the "Compendium of Beauties." She watched as his slender fingers traced across the scroll before stopping at a certain spot, and her heart ached.

Those were camellias he had searched for so long; he should have known better than to be greedy!

He took the look from Ru Xian and reluctantly took out the Camellia Token, which the other person then bound inside.

Before leaving, Ru Xian turned back to look at him and said, "Missing the character 'Wen' makes all the difference. Why not change your name and remove the character 'Ran'? That would make Lin Fei much better."

"..."

So what's so special about this name?

As he walked out of the flower shop, he thought a long time had passed, but when he calculated the time, it was only about fifteen minutes. He looked at the slightly empty streets and alleys and walked slowly forward.

"Lin Feiran, are you done?"

A few breaths later, her voice finally came through: "I've run into some trouble, but it's not a big problem."

...

It's not a major problem, but it's quite tricky.

Lin Feiran swallowed the last sentence and stopped replying, instead focusing her attention on the people opposite her.

Murong Qiudi stood beside her and whispered, "Why were you distracted during the battle just now?"

Lin Feiran paused, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "Someone sent a message and replied."

Murong Qiudi: "..."

After the Holy Maiden led the group out, Lin Feiran and Murong Qiudi followed at a distance. During the journey, they passed several flower shops, passed through many streets and alleys, and arrived at the edge of Spring City.

There are very few houses here, only a slightly desolate blue brick ground, where many weeds sway gently in the moonlight between the bricks.

The saintess stood still in a certain place. Seeing this, the monks took out shovels from their storage bags and, in a very simple way, pried open the bricks near her and began to dig deeper and deeper.

They thought these people wanted to bury people alive, but their intuition told them something was wrong, so they suppressed their emotions and quietly observed.

After waiting for a long time, the pit became deeper and deeper, and some cultivators even pressed down on the saintess by the neck, so Lin Feiran and the other person finally made their move.

While fighting against several cultivators, Ru Xian happened to speak, and Lin Feiran, who was not struggling at the time, replied in return.

"Fellow Daoist Wen, where are you?"

It was a message from Consort Wei.

Lin Feiran didn't react much; she was already used to the elusive messenger bird. But the cultivator on the other side was quite frightened. The taut string in his mind suddenly trembled, and someone immediately rushed forward.

Murong Qiudi reacted extremely quickly. Her cold expression vanished, and she used her fingers to hold the burning messenger bird. With one hand forming a seal, a raging inferno swept outwards in an instant.

As the dozen or so cultivators hurriedly retreated, Lin Feiran had already opened the book. She took out a sword orchid from the chart, and the flower and leaves instantly intertwined, forming a seemingly soft but actually sharp orchid sword.

On the other side, the tallest masked man immediately stepped forward with his sword. He spun around and slashed, a warm wind swept by, splitting the raging flames in two.

Although the sword was cleaved open, some cultivators were still injured on the ground. Amidst their cries of pain, Lin Feiran appeared and attacked from the side. The masked man immediately used an extremely cunning movement to turn back and catch her sword.

With a sharp clang, the two clashed, their longswords humming incessantly, finally allowing Lin Feiran a closer look.

Their masks were simple yet meticulous, pure white, without any embellishment, not even revealing the eyes. There was only a thin horizontal crack on the mask, enough for the person wearing the mask to see outwards, but not enough for anyone to see what was underneath.

She scrutinized him closely, her brows furrowing slightly. The man paused subtly for a moment, then raised his sword again to attack her.

The young man beside him remained silent, but the young Taoist stepped forward to greet Murong Qiudi and said coldly, "It's you again! I already spared your life before, but now you want to die again!"

He drew his Qingfeng sword, formed hand seals, and fought her fiercely without hesitation. However, his gaze involuntarily drifted to Lin Feiran, whose movements seemed strangely familiar.

Just as she was about to get a closer look, she was blocked by the person she was fighting with, and Murong Qiudi also sneered: "Don't look around!"

The two then confronted each other, and Murong Qiudi said, "You are truly audacious, actually trying to bury people alive in Chuncheng!"

The young Taoist's expression suddenly changed, and he even appeared somewhat charming. He glared and said angrily, "If you don't like it, I'll just kill you. Who would do such a lowly thing as burying someone!"

Murong Qiudi raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but scrutinize him to see if he was a man or a woman.

Beside him, the masked man who had been locked in a fierce battle with Lin Feiran finally spoke. His voice was rough, but his tone carried a hint of gentle teasing.

"Fuyin, keep a close eye on your sister, or people will laugh at you."

"Outstanding? What's it to you!"

Fu Yin looked indignant, but quickly withdrew his expression. In just a moment, he returned to his previous calm and composed demeanor, and his swordsmanship became much more stable.

He said crisply, "I'll take care of my own sister. You should worry about yourself first!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Feiran's mind stirred slightly. This person could have remained silent, but just now he called her by her name, wasn't that exposing her to everyone?

"Young friend, who would be distracted during a sword fight?" He thrust his sword forward, and Lin Feiran hastily retreated.

As Murong Qiudi said, this masked man named Zhuo Jue was extremely difficult to deal with. His sword wind was extremely gentle, like the wind lingering, like water without form, like silk winding. When the fine iron in his hand touched her, it immediately turned into a soft tangle, making it difficult to exert any force.

Lin Feiran rarely encountered a sword technique he couldn't handle, and unfortunately, he used just that one.

While exchanging sword blows, she could also sense that the man had no intention of killing her. He was merely entangled with her and hindered her progress. The remaining cultivators also stopped advancing and returned to the saintess's side, leaping into the pit to continue digging deeper.

On the other side, Fu Yin was no match for Murong Qiudi and was taken down by her sword. The next moment, the spirit rope was pulled out from her mustard seed bag and immediately bound Fu Yin tightly.

His expression shifted rapidly, sometimes calm, sometimes furious. He yelled, "Brother, my hand hurts! Kill her! I'm going to kill her!"

Even Murong Qiudi had never seen such a strange phenomenon before. She couldn't help but take a few more glances, unsure whether he was simply ill or if there was another hidden reason.

Putting down Fuyin, she glanced at the standing boy out of the corner of her eye. He still showed no intention of making a move, so she immediately drew her knife and charged forward, joining Lin Feiran in confronting Zhuo Jue.

"How can I possibly win a fight against two people against one?"

Despite saying that, he still had energy left. Lin Feiran and the other man looked increasingly solemn. He was indeed like water, taking all the swords and blades down without suffering any damage.

"Young fellow Daoist, why are you frowning? Well, I'm tired after a long night."

After speaking, he sheathed his sword, stood to the side, and looked directly at the boy in the middle: "Acheng, you fight him yourself."

Fu Yin's expression changed, filled with anger: "Fine, Zhuo Jue, you did this on purpose! You revealed our names. I knew long ago that you were disobedient. I will definitely report this to the central government!"

Zhuo Jue didn't care at all, and just rubbed his shoulders: "Go ahead."

"alright."

The young man finally spoke, but his voice was extremely hoarse, like that of an old man, turbid and trembling. He stepped forward and quietly glanced at Lin Feiran and the other person.

At that very moment, before anyone could react, Lin Feiran had already charged forward with his sword, moving with incredible speed, like a bolt of lightning, and attacked directly.

【break】

She only heard this one word, and the orchid sword in her hand immediately crumbled and shattered, petals falling one by one, leaving only a supple, solitary orchid.

At the same time, the spiritual energy she had generated under her feet dissipated, and as she fell, she immediately rolled over before landing in a half-squat position.

Deeply shaken, Lin Feiran showed no sign of it on her face. She slowly stood up and was about to open the score again when she heard the young man speak again.

[Freeze]

With just one sentence, Lin Feiran and Murong Qiudi stood frozen in place, unable to move. It was an indescribable confinement, as if the heavens and earth were preventing them from breaking free.

By this point, Lin Feiran had already made up his mind about his identity.

The boy named Acheng turned and left. The cultivators worshipped him as if they had witnessed a miracle before continuing to dig the pit.

Zhuo Jue rubbed his shoulders, walked to Lin Feiran's side, and leaned closer. His gaze was so intense that it gradually swept down from her forehead to her chin before stopping.

He suddenly said, "So it wasn't human skin that was used, but a mask that was painted on, and it's incredibly realistic. Young friend, how did you do that?"

Lin Feiran remained silent, then suddenly realized, "I forgot, you can't speak."

On the other side, Fu Yin used her sword to cut the spirit rope and angrily walked up to Zhuo Jue. However, because she was no match for him, she could only glare at him hatefully before heading straight for Murong Qiudi.

He said, "You dared to hurt me just now, you lowly cultivator! I will avenge you!"

He raised his sword, about to pierce his heart, when suddenly a slight ripple passed by, and the cold sword struck, piercing straight into Murong Qiudi's front. The remaining force knocked Fuyin back to the ground, where she rolled several times.

Everyone immediately looked to the side, where a man stumbled in under the moonlight. He was disheveled and unkempt. He scratched his buttocks and took a swig.

He slowly said, "Raising a cup to invite the bright moon, with my shadow I am... seventy, eighty, ninety or ten people."

As soon as he finished speaking, another melody of a zither drifted by. A man stood on a rooftop not far away, looking straight at this place. He casually plucked a few strings, and the cultivators who were still digging the pit stopped. Their blood vessels throbbed, and with another melody, their flesh and blood exploded.

"Fuyin, Acheng, Zhuoyue... how did you three enter Chuncheng when you weren't on the roster?" At the top of the tree, Hanshan-jun took out a booklet and carefully flipped through it.

Xie Kanhua, Li Changfeng, Hanshan Jun... the four sacrificial officials in the city gathered together.

Fu Yin regained his composure, his expression slightly cold. He slowly retreated to A Cheng's side, and Zhuo Yue, carrying his sword, also came to his side, without saying another word.

With a clang of a sword, the cold sword in front of Murong Qiudi flew up and landed straight in Li Changfeng's hand. He squinted at it and asked in confusion, "Which family's disciple is this? Are they hiding something? They're all covered up so tightly."

Faced with the standoff, the three men clearly knew the situation was unfavorable. The remaining cultivators spontaneously put down their shovels and stood in front of them, shouting, "You gentlemen, go first! We will stay and die for our cause!"

Xie Kanhua played the pipa, and everyone was frozen in place. But Acheng seemed completely unaffected. He said something, and in the next instant, the three of them vanished without a trace.

Suddenly, the resistance on Lin Feiran's body seemed to disappear, and she was finally able to move.

As the group approached, Xie Kanhua asked, "Are you alright?"

Lin Feiran shook his head: "It's nothing, I just can't move."

After observing the two men, Han Shanjun did not exchange pleasantries but went straight to the point asking, "Lord Murong, what is their background?"

Murong Qiudi moved her wrist, her brows furrowed: "There's no clue, but that young man seems to be..."

She didn't say anything more, keeping her guesses to herself.

"They came to the city not to win the flower game, but seem to be looking for something. We would be grateful if Fellow Daoist Xie could lift the ban so that we can investigate."

Xie Kanhua nodded slightly, raised his hand to pluck the strings, and the cultivators finally moved. But the next moment, they all formed hand seals, knelt down, and said with devout eyes, "Boundless".

The next instant, a flash of light appeared, and everyone committed suicide.

The incident happened suddenly, in the blink of an eye.

There was a moment of silence. Murong Qiudi looked them over carefully, then immediately walked to the woman standing to the side and asked, "Who are you, young lady?"

With her restraints removed, the saintess moved her stiff body and bowed: "I come from the Northern Plains Goddess Sect."

Murong Qiudi turned and looked at the deep pit, then said, "I know that you were controlled just now, so you had no choice but to come here. May I ask, why did you come here? What is down here?"

By this point, she naturally no longer believed that they intended to bury the man alive.

The saintess closed her eyes and bowed: "They only used our divine senses to find this place. As for what is below, I... cannot say."

"Thank you all so much for your help, but the situation is urgent, and I still need to play the flower game. I'll come to thank you in person after this is over."

After saying this, she bowed again and then turned and walked towards the inner city.

A dark pit remained there, and the group looked at each other in silence, their hearts filled with confusion.

Just then, Lin Feiran, who had been silent, suddenly leaped into the cave. Xie Kanhua exclaimed in surprise, and the others peered out to see her continuing to dig.

Lin Feiran pursed his lips and remained silent, his hands moving without stopping. Using his sword as a shovel, he probed down the path where those people had been. After an unknown amount of time, the sword finally struck not soil, but a hard object.

Her movements paused slightly, then she half-squatted down and scraped the mud bit by bit with the blade of her sword. Suddenly, a bright golden light shone from under the mud and filled the cave.

Everyone held their breath.