Jiang Yixing made an excuse to slip out of the film set and caught the immobilized person at the corner.
His eyes were closed, his skin was dark, and he held a magical artifact resembling a compass in his hand. Even when frozen by ice, he did not let go of it.
Rong Hang, who had followed, glanced at the compass-like magical artifact, frowned, put two fingers together, pointed upwards, and the compass flew towards him.
His tone carried a hint of confusion, "Dispersed Divine Plate."
Jiang Yixing had heard of this name in an ancient book. It was an ancient magical artifact that used mental attacks and could shatter the soul of a Nascent Soul cultivator in one blow.
"Is this a counterfeit?"
Rong Hang handed the Dispersing Spirit Plate to Jiang Yixing without saying a word.
Jiang Yixing immediately lost some spiritual energy upon receiving it, but felt a huge suction force constantly absorbing her spiritual energy from the Spirit Dispersing Plate. A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, "An authentic one?"
If one's own Foundation Establishment strength is insufficient to support the activation of the Scattered God Disc, then it must be a magic artifact at least at the Golden Core stage.
Considering the effect of its attack on itself just now, shaking the soul of a Nascent Soul cultivator is not difficult for it.
The person frozen in front of him had only just reached the Foundation Establishment stage. The fact that he could activate the Scattered God Disc to produce such a great effect meant that either his own spiritual power was extraordinary, or the Scattered God Disc was extremely powerful.
Rong Hang nodded. He had seen imitations of the Scattered God Plate before, but none of them were nearly as effective as this one.
Jiang Yixing handed the Dispersing Spirit Plate back to Rong Hang. With a slight rustling of wind, he picked up a strand of hair from the person in front of him.
She brushed a strand of hair with one hand, while the other hand slid through the air.
"I see."
Who is it?
Jiang Yixing opened and closed his mouth, uttering four words: "The Four Great Families".
A ruthless glint flashed in Rong Hang's eyes.
Jiang Yixing glanced at him in time and laughed, "He's just a clown. Leave him to Gu Chun."
The two contacted Gu Chun, who quickly dispatched the nearest alliance cultivators to guard the attackers as they boarded the vehicle.
The Dispersing God Plate is still in Jiang Yixing's possession. Gu Chun's original words were: "It would be more appropriate for you to keep this item safe."
Jiang Yixing felt it would be impolite to refuse, so he simply accepted it as payment for the two weeks of writing the cultivation technique.
As the car drove away along the mountain road, Jiang Yixing's smile faded slightly.
The legendary magical artifacts that appeared in ancient books of the Immortal Realm were discovered here, and were even being held by members of the four major families.
Considering the numerous inheritances held by the four major families and the almost extinct cultivation lineage in modern times, Jiang Yixing gradually pieced together the details from the information.
"It seems the two sessions have a close relationship."
Gu Chun, Jiang Yixing, and Rong Hang all broke through the boundary to arrive. Is this merely a coincidence?
What is the relationship between the celestial realm and the modern world?
Jiang Yixing lowered his eyes and stared at the green weeds, his thoughts wandering.
Rong Hang stood beside her and said, "Let's go back. The director is still waiting for us."
Jiang Yixing looked up and saw Rong Hang's calm expression as always. She smiled gently.
"good."
Who cares? We'll deal with whatever comes our way.
At least Rong Hang, a Golden Core cultivator, is still here; no one will die.
Filming with Rong Hang was smoother and more efficient than ever before; Jiang Yixing and Rong Hang completed in one day what others would take two days to film.
Fang Zhixing grinned from ear to ear, once again marveling at how incredibly lucky he was!
That night, the mountains of City A were completely silent.
A dark shadow darted through the forest, startling a swarm of insects.
The figure moved extremely fast, crossing from one end to the other in the blink of an eye. If there were any cultivators present, they would be able to see clearly that the figure was not running on its own.
He was standing on a sword; if Jiang Yixing were here, he would probably be even more surprised.
Because that sword was a prop from the film crew.
This figure was Rong Hang, who had comforted Jiang Yixing during the day, telling him not to let the people from the four major families disturb his peace of mind.
But Rong Hang himself was not one to hold grudges.
Passing through the woods, the flying sword carried Rong Hang atop it. He slapped an invisibility talisman on himself, and the moonlight passed unimpeded through his body as if there were nothing there.
The wind howled past, yet it couldn't even stir a single strand of hair beside Rong Hang. He remained expressionless, moving forward at a speed barely perceptible to the naked eye.
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