Xianlong Peak has nothing much, except for a lot of monsters.
Besides chickens, there are cows, horses, and rabbits. Although they are quite large, they are just cows, horses, and rabbits.
It was slightly different from the mountain peak that the five of them had imagined.
"Hey, you're here!"
Jia Xitong set up the classroom in the side hall where the God of Talismans was worshipped, holding incense in her hand, indicating that they should first pay homage to the statue of the God of Talismans.
Clang—
After Gao Xiang finished praying to the gods, he threw something into the blast furnace, which made a crisp sound.
Jia Xitong, who was about to talk about cloth, suddenly turned around and looked at him, "What are you doing?"
The other four people also looked at Gao Xiang at the same time, which made him nervous.
"No, you're not going to throw it away?"
Gao Xiang explained weakly, "In my hometown, after offering incense, we need to throw some spirit stones or treasures into it to express our respect."
As he said this, he involuntarily tiptoed to look inside, "I'm used to it, I didn't know the teacher didn't throw things here, so I'll pick it up!"
"The God of Talismans is all-encompassing, accepting customs from all places. It's okay, no need to pick them up."
Jia Xitong reacted very quickly, stopping him, "Everyone, sit down, okay? Today we're starting a new topic—Zhu You Fu (a type of talisman)."
For a long time, Jia Xitong stayed obediently in the mountains and never went out. She found many things to do, so she wasn't bored, but the Wanqi tribe was getting anxious.
They set their sights on the raccoon, but never even got a chance to see it. Even when they did, Yan Qing was always inseparable from it.
"We need an opportunity."
Pu Yun said, "It's definitely impossible to break into Xianlong Peak and steal that demonic beast. The only way we can have a chance to make a move is to lure it out and separate it from Yan Qing."
Wan Qijing looked at her, hesitant to speak.
Everyone knows that; the key is how to create such opportunities.
"Can we lure it out using monster training?"
Pu Yun suddenly remembered the information someone had gathered: "Yan Qing had previously trained that magical beast at the Beast Essence Tower under the alias Gigi Kashatong."
However, quite coincidentally, the Beast Concealment Tower is a territory controlled by the Wanqi Clan.
See? Even the heavens are on their side.
A few days later
Xianlongfeng received the relevant letter.
During this extraordinary period, the letter didn't even reach Jia Xitong.
Trying to trick a raccoon into going out with such a low-level trick is impossible!
The Wanqi clan racked their brains to lure Jia Xitong out of the mountains.
Meanwhile, Shang Yanting discovered an interesting cultivation manual in the library.
The content of this mental cultivation manual is indeed excellent; among the many manuals in the library, it can be considered a top-quality one. However, what attracted him even more was the author's name left on the title page—Ban Qi.
People with the surname Ban are extremely rare, and the probability of having the same first and last name is almost nonexistent.
So who is the author of this book?
That demonic cultivator.
But how could a demonic cultivator write such an excellent martial arts cultivation manual?
Shang Yanting read through the pages one by one and found notes written by the author, along with a passage.
[A masterpiece by my esteemed teacher; I have copied the manuscript as a gift to him — Huang Zhiping]
The yellowed, moldy books are quite old; if Huang Zhiping were still on the mountain, he would be quite old. Excluding the students of the academy, if he were still alive, he would certainly be a teacher or the peak master.
The peak master named Huang Zhiping happened to know someone—the peak master of Zhenyuan Peak.
Xianlong Peak's four neighbors are: Chixiao Peak, Huxuan Peak, Lihun Peak, and finally, Zhenyuan Peak.
Zhenyuan Peak is an earlier peak than Xianlong Peak, and it is the only one of the four peaks that was relatively friendly to Xianlong Peak from the beginning.
Shang Yanting held the book and chuckled softly. This seemingly unassuming peak master was not as simple as he appeared.
He went to find someone.
Compared to Xianlong Peak, Zhenyuan Peak also has fewer people.
Apart from the simple main hall and buildings, there were no other decorations inside the peak.
When Shang Yanting arrived, only two boys dressed in plain clothes came to lead the way and served him coarse tea on the mountain.
Huang Zhiping arrived shortly after, also dressed in simple clothes, and sat down with a casual air. (Biquge)
"Peak Master Yan, what brings you to my humble abode?"
"Peak Master Huang, I want to ask you about someone."
Shang Yanting looked at him, "Do you know this person, Ban Qi?"
"Banqi? I don't know."
As Huang Zhiping answered, the palm-leaf fan that had been waving incessantly stopped. "If Peak Master Yan wants to find that disciple, he should ask the academy's administrator, not come to my place."
"He is not a disciple, but a heinous demonic cultivator."
Shang Yanting casually mentioned it.
When Huang Zhiping heard the adjectives "utterly wicked" and "demonic cultivator," a flash of anger crossed his eyes. "Since he's a demonic cultivator, why mention him?"
"It shouldn't be mentioned in front of Master Huang Feng, but this person has some connection with me, and also with you."
Shang Yanting placed this somewhat old mental cultivation manual in front of him. When Huang Zhiping saw the book, he seemed a little dazed and didn't know to move it away for a moment.
After a moment, he raised his head, his gaze scrutinizing: "What do you want to do?"
"I want to know what happened to him."
Although Huang Zhiping concealed his emotions throughout, Shang Yanting did not miss a single subtle reaction from him. He could sense Huang Zhiping's feelings and attitude towards Ban Qi, and he knew how to say something that would strike a chord with him: "Why would a martial artist who can write high-level mental cultivation techniques only be described as a demonic cultivator and a killer in the academy's records?"
"Oh."
Huang Zhiping, whose face was usually calm and unassuming, revealed a mocking expression. "What's the use of knowing the past?"
You can't get him to talk just by saying you're curious.
Without honesty, how can the other party possibly open up to him?
“Your Master has been kind to me.”
Shang Yanting looked directly into his eyes and said, "In a ruin, Ban Qi's remaining spiritual consciousness saved my life. But the will he left before his soul dissipated makes me very curious about what happened to him in the academy and what grudge he had with the Wanqi Clan."
When Huang Zhiping heard the name Wan Qizu, his expression completely changed. "What will?"
Shang Yanting didn't say anything, but looked at him.
Huang Zhiping wasn't stupid; he knew what Huang was waiting for.
He snorted. So much time has passed, what's the point of telling him?
"Master was once the most outstanding genius of Dingtian Academy, and one of the designated deans!"
Even after hundreds of years, he still remembered his glory when he became a master. "My master had no background back then. He cultivated from an ordinary disciple to the peak of Martial Emperor, only one step away from Martial Saint. At that time, aristocratic families controlled the academy. He managed to carve out the fourth dean position by sharing power among the Helian, Qu, and Gongyang clans on his own."
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