Chapter 39 Call me again, okay?

Almost all the immortals have arrived, or should have arrived a long time ago, even the people from Guijin Hall have arrived. The head of Guijin Hall, Tang Qingyan, and his eldest son, Tang Fengshan, sat opposite Xie Buyou and Mo Wanli.

As long as you look up, you can see each other.

Tang Fengshan naturally noticed Xie Buyou and nodded to him calmly. Xie Buyou also nodded as a greeting.

Tang Qingyan and Mo Wanli were different. They didn't even look at each other.

Fortunately, the head of Tianjian Sect, Qianqiudai, did not keep everyone waiting for too long and soon came in front of everyone with a young man.

From the moment they appeared, everyone's eyes were on them, including Xie Buyou.

As the other person came closer, he finally saw the face of the boy behind Chiakiyo. Even though he had guessed who the other person was, he still couldn't help but gasp when he saw him.

"He really is the protagonist..."

Xie Buyu tried to hide, but his position was at the front and it was hard for him to avoid being noticed.

The other party still looked at him for the first time, but quickly looked away.

Xie Buyou couldn't guess what Mu Yinshen was thinking at the moment, because the other party was too calm. He was so calm that he suspected that Mu Yinshen didn't know what happened in the secret realm at all, as if Ye Feiyu's assassination had never happened.

But how is this possible? What if he accidentally dropped the "plan" somewhere, and someone picked it up and used it to threaten him?

But the broken sword couldn't be fake, right? Mu Yinshen seemed to cherish the iron sword he gave him. He almost never let it go. Although he didn't know why the sword was broken, giving him half of the broken sword meant that he was done with him from then on.

Xie Buyou suddenly realized the truth, but also became depressed.

Isn't this the basis for Mu Yinshen to kill him later?

The basis of the relentless sword stab.

Just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle.

Qianqiudai, who was sitting in the main seat, was smiling happily. It is said that brothers are somewhat similar. Qianqiudai, as Qianduan's younger brother, also has a gentlemanly face and looks very powerful at first glance, but actually his strength is not that high, at least he is the weakest among the leaders of the three major sects.

He introduced the young man behind him, "He is my new disciple. Yin Shen, come and say hello to all the seniors."

The boy had already changed his robes into those of a disciple, a white, slim-fitting outfit with a jade pendant hanging around his waist as a simple decoration. His black hair was still tied up with a jade crown, with a few strands of hair occasionally falling on his cheeks.

The boy bowed with his eyes lowered, his expression indifferent, but it did not offend anyone. On the contrary, many people saw an extraordinary temperament in the boy. It seemed that the boy would one day grow to a height that no one could reach.

"Disciple Mu Yinshen greets all the seniors of the Immortal Sect."

With just one sentence, he received praises from various immortal sects. In addition to the praises for the three major immortal sects, most of the praises were from the truth.

After all, everyone knows how rare it is to have a genius with sword bones.

Who knows if the Demon Lord who has been sealed for a thousand years will suddenly break the seal one day?

Elder Qianduan had already damaged his foundation in that seal, and now he is no longer able to seal the Demon Lord again.

But with the new natural sword bone, we just need to wait for it to become stronger. Even if the Demon Lord breaks through the seal and appears in the world, the fairy world has a certain ability to seal him again.

"This child has a bright future and will definitely achieve great success!"

"It's rare to be born with a sword bone. I remember the last person born with a sword bone was a thousand years ago. Oh, it was Senior Qian Duan."

"The Heaven Sword Sect is indeed a sect that focuses on the sword art. I'm afraid all the best talents in the sword art are here with Sect Leader Qian, right?"

“…”

The praises continued for a while, and Qian Qiudai finally raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet because he had another news to announce.

All the conversations and praises stopped at the same moment, and Chiakiyo slowly spoke:

"Elder Qianduan has passed away."

As soon as he finished speaking, the surroundings became so quiet that even the slightest sound of the wind could be heard.

Silence, endless silence.

Especially those seniors who are of the same generation as Elder Qianduan know the reason better.

A thousand years ago, they were all teenagers in their teens or twenties. Qian Duan was the only one who surpassed them by a lot, not only because of his natural sword bone, but also because of his hard work in training. He could be said to be a role model for everyone in that generation.

For them who have lived for so long, a hundred years is just a blink of an eye. However, when Qian Duan learned that the Demon King was about to be born, he went alone to seal the Demon King, which allowed them to survive safely in a world without demons and in chaos.

It is said that Qian Duan's foundation was damaged, and the only reason he is alive today is because of his own strong cultivation and the Tianjian Sect's generous support.

Otherwise, how could it live for a thousand years with such a scarred and old body?

Although Xie Buyou had not experienced that scene, he was still infected by the depressing atmosphere.

At the same time, I felt a little emotional. The first time I met Elder Qianduan was at the entrance to the secret realm, but I didn't expect that the first time we met would be the last time.

Mo Wanli had a serious expression, and secretly tore up the reply letter on his sleeve that said: "Fuck your dad's lewd thing!"

If he had known that this was Qian Duan’s immortal burial, he would have brought a proper gift.

It is said that the deceased will turn into one of the living creatures, perhaps a fallen leaf, or a wild flower by the roadside. But no matter what, the elder Qianduan in their impression is no longer there.

There is no corpse when one passes away.

Xie Buyou raised his head and looked at the person sitting in the main seat. Qian Qiudai had a bitter smile on his face. He was obviously sadder than anyone else.

Qian Qiudai managed to cheer himself up a bit, and said to everyone with a faint smile: "Please do as you please from now on. I will be absent for a while."

He needs to be alone for a while.

As soon as Qianqiudai left the table, Mo Wanli stood up. Seeing Xie Buyou looking at him with a puzzled look, he said seriously:

"Qian Qiudai is not a worry-free guy. If he is left alone, who knows what will happen. You can eat and drink here. If you don't want to stay here, you can go back first. You don't have to wait for me."

After saying that, he left his seat and walked in the direction where Qian Qiudai left.

Xie Buyou turned around and saw that there was one less person sitting in the seat opposite him, leaving only Tang Fengshan still sitting there.

"What are you looking at?"

Suddenly a voice appeared above his head, followed by a figure sitting down beside him.

Xie Buyou froze on the spot, and he couldn't speak clearly as he looked at Mu Yinshen who was sitting next to him.

"You, what are you doing here?"

Mu Yinshen looked normal, chatting casually like an old friend who hadn't seen each other for a long time, "It's only been a short while since we last met, but you've become estranged from me. Now you don't even want to call me Ah Shen?"

"How could that be?" Xie Buyou felt that Mu Yinshen was hard to figure out now, even though he seemed easy to understand at first.

"Then why didn't you scream?" Mu Yinshen's ink-black eyes were deeply imprinted on Xie Buyou's somewhat guilty face, with a reluctance.

"Call me Ah Shen again, let me hear it..."