Of course, there is a reason why Wei Dongliu became a master of the "Shasha" technique.

First of all, the ultimate goal of his character is not to promote the "Wanfa Tongxuanmen".

It was to establish a network of contacts and information in the evil world so as to search for the whereabouts of Hell.

Secondly, with Guo Jin and Wang Xun's qualifications, it would have been almost impossible for them to embark on the path of cultivation.

Wei Dongliu accepted them as his disciples with the purpose of asking them to help collect information, not to train them into talents... Although it is cruel to say this, Wei Dongliu suspected that it would be difficult for these two people to form a middle-grade golden elixir.

I can only play the role of a guide. As for how high they can eventually reach, that depends on themselves!

After entrusting his two disciples to Jiang Li'an, Wei Dongliu set out to meet the people from Kunlun.

The time agreed by Kunlun was exactly the day before Qiu Changtian held the "Scripture Debate Conference" in Kunlun. It seemed to be just a coincidence, but if you think about it carefully, it was already destined.

Wei Dongliu flew his sword westward and arrived at the outskirts of Xining County.

Unexpectedly, the Kunlun monk who contacted him here turned out to be an old acquaintance of Qiu Changtian.

Xu Changqing, the chief of the Foundation Establishment Realm.

As soon as they met, Wei Dongliu keenly noticed that the other party's spiritual consciousness fell directly on him.

In the world of cultivation, using spiritual sense to probe is considered an extremely unfriendly behavior, probably because when fighting, one would use spiritual sense to lock onto the opponent, so many cultivators regard using spiritual sense to probe as a precursor to an impending attack.

However, he did not react at all, because the divine consciousness came and went quickly, as if it was just confirming whether there were any traces of magic on him...that is, the remnants of turbid air.

"Who is coming?" Xu Changqing asked coldly.

"I'm just a casual cultivator, Guo Jin." Wei Dongliu said with a bow.

Xu Changqing nodded indifferently. There was no foul air on the other party, which meant that he was not practicing magic skills, but he still said:

"Since you are a casual cultivator, why would you collude with the Yin Ghost Dao demon cultivators?"

"No collusion." Wei Dongliu would not make such a low-level mistake of "answering a preset question" and simply said, "Someone asked me to send something to your sect through a connection and get the corresponding reward."

"Oh." Xu Changqing was slightly moved and asked meaningfully, "Isn't he afraid that you will abscond with the money after completing the transaction?"

"Don't be afraid." Wei Dongliu said calmly, "Because I won't."

"How do you know?"

"Character."

Xu Changqing: ...

Even though he was knowledgeable and experienced, he had never met such a "frank" cultivator.

Catching the jade slip thrown by Wei Dongliu, Xu Changqing probed his spiritual sense into it, confirmed it carefully, and frowned tightly.

"Are the records in this material true?" he asked in a deep voice.

"I don't know." Wei Dongliu said seriously, "I was only responsible for forwarding the items, and I didn't see the contents."

Xu Changqing stared at him suspiciously, as if trying to find any signs of lying on his face, but finally gave up.

He took out a storage bag from his sleeve and threw it over. Seeing Wei Dongliu catch it, Xu Changqing warned him again:

"If you join the evil path later, you will be the enemy of Kunlun!"

After saying this, he stepped on the sword light and headed west.

Wei Dongliu checked the contents of the bag and for a moment he even had the urge to run away with the money.

Of course, this identity cannot be used in such a bad way, so he just pondered for a moment and put it away carefully.

When Wei Dongliu returned to the dilapidated temple in Mount Wutai where he was last time, he saw Wen Yang waiting for him there.

"Fellow Daoist Wei is indeed trustworthy." After counting the storage bags, Wen Yang was immediately overjoyed and took out his portion and handed it to him, "Thank you very much."

"You're welcome." Wei Dongliu took the bag.

"Fellow Daoist Wei is a sincere man." Wen Yang seemed to be hesitant to speak, and finally said after a while, "But...why would he have any contact with the Heavenly Demon Dao cultivators?"

"Where do you come from?" Wei Dongliu asked in surprise.

"It's not me who is stirring up trouble." Wen Yang tried to cover up the truth at first, but then he said tactfully, "Everyone knows that the internal fighting in the Yin Ghost Sect is fierce, and there are many cases of the inferior defeating the superior, but who knows that the internal fighting in the Heavenly Demon Sect is a hundred times more cruel than that of my master's sect?"

"The Heavenly Demon Sect is in collusion with the Heavenly Demon, and often captures the weakest disciples of their sect and sacrifices them to feed the Heavenly Demon."

"As long as my disciples of the Yin Ghost Path do not seek to win, they can still barely protect themselves; but the disciples of the Heavenly Demon Path are definitely not weak and mediocre. Each of them has survived through bloody storms."

Wei Dongliu remained calm on the surface, but was stunned in his heart:

As expected of a demon sect, this sect is more competitive than the orthodox sect! Kunlun still maintains the "one exam determines your life", the Yin Ghost Sect is already doing "up and down", and the Heavenly Demon Sect has even started "last place elimination"!

"Jiang Li'an became the last disciple and has the youngest seniority, so logically she should be the weakest." Wen Yang continued, with a hint of fear in his expression, "But since she entered the sect, three of her senior sisters have died, and the causes of death were different - but basically none of them had anything to do with her."

"I think that Fellow Daoist Wei is a person worthy of deep friendship." He waved his sleeves to summon a ball of gray-white sword light, and stepped on the sword to rise into the air. "I also hope that Fellow Daoist will not die unclearly one day, leaving me with regrets."

Wen Yang disappeared into the sky on his sword, and Wei Dongliu looked at the sky carefully for a long time, and suddenly smiled coldly.

You're trying to sow discord, huh? You think I'll fall for it?

When he returned to Shiping Mountain, he saw Guo Jin and Wang Xun fighting with swords.

Both of them were beginners and had just learned how to mobilize their true Qi. Their flying swords were also crooked, which made Wei Dongliu completely unable to bear it.

Jiang Li'an had set up a small wooden bed by the lake, covered with thick cashmere and brocade, and was taking a comfortable nap there.

Above his head, pure natural light seeped in from the narrow crevices in the mountains and sprinkled on her slender body curled up in a ball, causing Wei Dongliu to suddenly feel a sense of pity and care for her.

Of course, with the Kunlun Mirror around, it’s definitely not an illusion, it’s just the male’s instinctive yearning for beauty.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang." Wei Dongliu pushed the wooden bed.

"Hmm?" Jiang Li'an rubbed his eyes in a daze.

"I have to go out for a while soon, so I'll have to ask you to take care of my two disciples." Wei Dongliu said softly.

"Hmm..." Jiang Li'an turned over and fell asleep again.

After an unknown amount of time, she suddenly opened her eyes from the wooden pillow:

Wait, what did he just say to me?

He threw his disciple to me again???

Witch Jiang jumped off the bed and rushed out of the cave on her sword. She saw the vast sky and land outside, but there was no trace of Wei Dongliu.

“Damn it!” Her expression was uncertain, but she reached into the bag on her waist and took out a pale and rotten demon head. It floated in the center of her palm and she muttered to herself:

"The demons are invading the scene, and they are showing their true colors! Find that bastard for me!"

After a while, the devil suddenly chuckled and turned his head to the south.

…

Not long ago, Wei Dongliu was driving the "Qiankun Universe Creation Tianji Divine Shuttle" and rushing towards the south rapidly.

"There should be a golden-whiskered turtle in the South China Sea." Qingping Sword told him, "This turtle is very large, forming an island of its own, floating in the South China Sea. The Feiyan Sword is inserted in the center of the turtle shell."

"Of course, this is the information that the other sword spirits in the sword pool revealed to me thousands of years ago. It has been a while since then - so there may be changes, you must be prepared."

"It's okay." Wei Dongliu said in a deep voice, "I have to give it a try after all. Senior Sister An gave up the Frost Sword for me, and I can't let her be without her natal sword forever."