Chapter 339 shows some tacit understanding, but not much.
The deathly silence was shattered by a sharp shout, a mixture of fear and greed:
"Which sect or school are you from? Hand over the Book of the Goddess of the Luo River!"
This sound, like water dripping into a hot oil pan, instantly ignited the suppressed emotions of the cultivators present.
Various magical artifacts began to hum and emit spiritual light, almost forming an encirclement, trying to trap Yan Xi in the center.
"Who are you? How can you keep such a valuable treasure all to yourself?"
"Hand over the divine artifact immediately, or don't blame us for being impolite!"
"Let's attack together and take him down!"
A cacophony of condemnation swept over us.
Yan Xi slowly raised his eyes.
He underestimated this Luo Shen Shu. Although both were artifact spirits, this one was more than twice as smart as the fat tower.
It seems that he wasn't the only one who remembered their friendship from back in the Cangming Sea. Otherwise, how could the spirit have used him to completely erase his whereabouts?
There's no point in saying more.
The scene from a thousand years ago is almost completely identical to what is happening now.
Sure enough, people who lack brains will produce offspring who are also brainless fools.
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Among the crowd, Li Yuan and his companions either leaned against the ruins or hid in the shadows, their sharp eyes fixed on the young man in the center.
The disappearance of the artifact is not as simple as it seems on the surface. Many people know this, but so what?
In the art of strategy, caution in speech is paramount.
Those who led the charge here, weren't they all outstanding individuals who had fought their way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood?
Now that we've been in the Ruins of Fallen Stars for over half a month, the resources have already been divided up, and the real main event is just around the corner.
Everyone looked at Yan Xi with strange expressions.
This person's cultivation is not simple; he was able to force the divine artifact to appear, which clearly indicates that he has concealed his aura.
Why not take advantage of his current situation—being without a sect and all alone—and have everyone work together to eliminate this greatest threat first? Then the pursuit of the divine artifact will naturally have one less powerful opponent.
"Divine artifacts are bestowed by Heaven and Earth, and should be possessed by the virtuous! What is your identity, sir? We hope you will hand over the Book of the Goddess of the Luo River, which may avert a war."
"This person hasn't spoken for a long time, and his aura is cold. Could he be one of those petty thieves who infiltrated like Xiao Chen? The black aura outside is starting to churn violently again, and he might be one of them."
"Fellow Daoists, let us advance side by side!"
Yan Xi tilted his head.
That's why he wanted to kill everyone.
"Certainly......"
"Pshaw, a bunch of idiots!"
Even faster than Yan Xi was a mocking sneer.
Shen Yu sat atop the celestial horse, his handsome features filled with impatience.
"People like you have the nerve to come to the secret realm? Have you lost your brains from all that cultivation, or have you been groveling to sects and families for too long and really started to think you're something special?"
Everyone was slightly taken aback.
"It's Shen Yu."
"That one from Canglan Prefecture."
"Damn it, don't reply to him! You'll only make things worse if you can't win an argument!"
But some people didn't believe it and sneered, "A mere Nascent Soul cultivator dares to be so arrogant. He's just relying on the power of Canglan Prefecture to bully others."
"You're so quiet, haven't you eaten?!" The young general gracefully dismounted, slapped the horse's back, and the celestial horse reared up, turning and soaring into the clouds.
Shen Yu's high ponytail swayed slightly with his movements. He raised his chin and smeared arsenic on his lips: "I was a Nascent Soul cultivator at twenty, and you'll probably still be a Foundation Establishment cultivator at two hundred. How dare you even mention that?"
"If you want to steal something, then do it your own way. Stop with the whining and making excuses. It's disgusting how hypocritical you are!"
He launched a barrage of attacks, targeting everyone around him who was shouting.
Yan Xi met his gaze expressionlessly; the two exchanged a look of mutual dislike and simultaneously turned their heads away.
"Amitabha." Lian Zhuo arrived just in time.
Appearing shortly after him were Wen Jin, whose face was grim, and Zhan Li, whose lips were constantly bleeding.
After entering the secret realm, Zhan Li made the fastest progress among everyone thanks to his double pupils.
Unexpectedly, they encountered the Demon Lord, a malevolent god, along the way.
New and old grudges piled up, and the two immediately started fighting.
Wen Jin was at the Nascent Soul stage, and according to common sense, Zhan Li would be powerless to fight back, but the Witch Clan's pupil technique was incredibly advanced.
Zhan Li knew that Wen Jin cared about the most, but he didn't want him to have his way.
So, taking advantage of the instant that all ten arrows missed their mark, the eye technique took effect.
Although it was only a few seconds, Wen Jin was still shocked when he saw "Huali" turn away indifferently.
Thus, Zhan Li, who was prone to getting distracted and dancing, naturally appeared on Wen Jin's death list.
If it weren't for the appearance of the Luo Shen Book at the critical moment, Zhan Li would be dead by now.
"The Book of the Goddess of the Luo River is not on him." Lian Zhuo's gaze swept calmly over everyone, pausing slightly when he passed Yan Xi. "The artifact's disappearance is not because it was taken away, but more like it vanished on its own."
The cultivator who had spoken earlier persisted, "Who exactly is this person? Why are Buddhist Disciple Tan Chen and General Shen protecting him so closely? Do they both know his identity?"
The questioning looks from the crowd made Lian Zhuo and Shen Yu frown slightly.
Before they could speak, an unpredictable, sinister voice rang out: "...Who is he?"
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.
At the edge of the crowd, Wen Jin's pale golden eyes shattered like ice.
"Of course...that damned person."
Everyone was taken aback at first, then immediately showed delight. If Sunset City was on their side, the matter would be settled.
However, the Demon Lord has more to say.
"But even if he deserved to die..."
"It's not your place to make a move."
"Amitabha."
Lian Zhuo put her hands together in prayer and silently recited the Buddha's name.
Shen Yu crossed his arms and turned his head away, deciding to ignore it altogether: "Idiot."
Yan Xi, standing in the center of the crowd, had a barely perceptible twitch in his deep blue eyes.
There was no gratitude, no emotion, but in the end, the words of indiscriminate killing were swallowed back.
That's all.
"Even if... even if this person doesn't move for now, what about the Book of Luoshen?" one of the elders shouted hoarsely. "It just appeared here, so it must not have fled far yet. Where is it hiding?"
"Sir, are you alright?"
Huali, who had just arrived, jumped off the Chaos Beast and chimed in, "If you want to know where it is, just go find it. Why are you just standing here trying to get attention?"
The appearance of rosewood caught the eye of some people.
The old man, with his sage-like demeanor, was stunned for a moment. He looked around before realizing that the "old man" was him.
His face immediately flushed red. "I'm only six hundred years old, still a young man!!"
“Then you look too old.” Huali retorted without backing down. “I’ve prepared some health supplements for seniors for next year’s Double Ten. Remember to follow my blog, it’s a cure for people like you who are mentally unstable.”
The old man immediately lost his temper and was about to retort when the demon king behind Huali glanced at him casually.
"Grandpa, we're in competition, you know what competition is? If I knew where the Book of Luoshen was, I would have hidden it myself. Why should I tell you?"
Before he could reply, Huali had already changed her expression to the same one as Wen Jin, and the pressure from the Tribulation Transcending stage spread over everyone without reservation, "I want to see who bullies our little bird while I'm not here!"
Qi Ran, who had just arrived and heard this, was speechless: "..." Are they bullying the mermaid?
Is she serious?
"slowly."
"Ranran, are you injured?"
"It's nothing." Qi Ran greeted everyone, her gaze falling on Zhan Li. "Zhan Li, you..."
Before she could finish speaking, the key in her hand suddenly emitted a light.
The same applies to rosewood.
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