In this operation, each sect originally only sent two disciples. So, if each sect sent one disciple in the first batch, there would not be so many quarrels.
Because the entire ship needed to be filled with demonic energy to avoid being struck by the lightning on the barrier, Xiong Qi and Song Xunbai both needed to be on the small spaceship. When the first group of monks left, the deck immediately became empty.
No one knew what the situation was like in the demon world at that time, so when the various sects discussed, they all put the more reliable people in the first batch. For example, among Jiang Yiming and Zhu Qingwu of Tianji Pavilion, Jiang Yiming was in the first batch; among Yin Changpi and Yin Changdi of Yuyin Sect, the more stable Yin Changdi was also in the first batch.
The remaining people looked at each other. Perhaps because there was no backbone, everyone's eyes were a little evasive, as if only a group of socially anxious people were left. There was no trace of the collusion that they had just had.
Although Yan Baibai was the one with the highest cultivation level on the deck, she didn't want to come out wearing a hat to maintain the atmosphere, so she came to the deck silently, seemingly looking at the mountains and rivers in the distance, but in fact she was recalling the information the system had just given her.
Before Yan Baibai could sort out her brows, she heard two footsteps coming towards her and stopping at a distance of two arms from her. Yan Baibai turned sideways and when she saw the people coming, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. Fortunately, the mask and hat blocked her view, so the two people opposite should not be able to see it.
"I am the Holy Son of Buddhism, my Dharma name is Jueqing, and I am honored to meet you, Senior."
"I am a direct disciple of the 'Chang' generation of the Yuyin Sect, Yin Changpi. Nice to meet you, Senior."
Jueqing Fozi and Yin Changpi did not notice anything unusual about Yan Baibai. As they walked along, they found that the saint girl of the Shenxiu clan was very mysterious. Her face could not be seen, she rarely spoke, and she was only close to the two people from the demon clan.
Normally, there were two demons around the saint, so it was not easy for them to approach and talk to her. Now that they had the chance, they wanted to get acquainted with her. Of course, if the saint hadn't been paying attention, she would have avoided them when she heard their approaching footsteps, but she didn't. So the two of them continued to move forward. The saint turned sideways to look at them, and then took the initiative to introduce herself.
With Yan Baibai's current cultivation level, it was easy to tell the bone age and cultivation level of Jueqing Buddhist Son and Yin Changpi. Jueqing Buddhist Son was around 150 years old and at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage; Yin Changpi was around 50 years old and at the middle stage of the Golden Core stage.
The two men, with their age and cultivation levels, are considered extremely talented among cultivators. They cannot figure out Yan Baibai's cultivation level, and the elder who sent them here also said that he cannot figure it out, which proves that Yan Baibai's cultivation level is even better than Zhang Lai and others in their own sect. Therefore, they think there is nothing wrong with calling Yan Baibai a senior.
But Yan Baibai felt embarrassed and awkward in her heart. If she had not had such a miraculous encounter, although she was sure that she could surpass Yin Changpi's current cultivation level, she could not compare to the ruthless Buddhist disciple.
But these thoughts only stayed in Yan Baibai's mind for a while and were soon replaced by alertness.
"If you two don't mind, you can call me 'Saint' like my Shenxiu clan does." Because the mask has a voice-changing function, Yan Baibai is not too worried about her voice being recognized. She flattens and slows down her voice, and it has a hint of otherworldly and detached flavor.
Seeing that there was indeed no abnormal expression on their faces, Yan Baibai asked about his doubts.
"Are you two good friends?"
It was obvious that neither of them expected Yan Baibai to ask this question, and they both looked stunned.
"Why do you ask this, Saint?" the ruthless Buddhist asked with a smile.
"Huh? Can't I ask?" Yan Baibai did not answer the ruthless Buddhist's words, but there was confusion in his tone.
Jueqing Buddhist was stunned again, then laughed cheerfully: "Hahahaha Saint, I don't think that's what you meant, hahahaha."
"Saintess, if others see us like this, they'll just think we've only just met in the past few days, not that we're friends." Seeing Jueqing Buddhist still laughing, Yin Changpi stepped forward to explain, "But we are indeed good friends. You're the first one to see that, so Jueqing Buddhist is just a little shocked, but it's not that I can't ask."
At this moment, the two of them only thought that the saint's strange reaction was because she rarely had contact with the outside world. After all, they had never heard any news about this saint in the world of immortal cultivation before.
"One of you is a disciple of Buddhism, and the other is a disciple of the Yuyin Sect. I'm very curious about how you became good friends. Can you tell me about it?"
Seeing the two people's behavior, Yan Baibai's mouth curled up slightly under his mask. When gathering information, one doesn't have to hide it. Perhaps being straightforward is more effective.
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