The attitude of the Holy Son of Gujiang at that time was one of disdain.

Now he actually came here on his own initiative for this matter, and even tried to find a way out for himself in his words.

"It's not just because of Zaifu Qiaoqiao. Also, the way I used the Jinming Soul Refining Method to suppress Zaifu Qiaoqiao's beast soul should have been seen by the Holy Son of Gujiang."

"That's why he was certain that I was the descendant of Xianyu Yanhe!"

Kong Ju tapped his fingers on the stone table, his eyes filled with thought as he looked into the eyes of the Holy Son of Gujiang.

The descendants of the Man Yak tribe followed them, and only the direct descendants of the Jinming tribe could practice the Jinming soul-refining method.

With these two factors converged on Kong Ju at the same time, it is no wonder that the Holy Son of Gujiang is so confident.

The current situation is undoubtedly very good for Kong Jue.

He had deliberately revealed his name as Xianyu Wenfeng in Chaodi Ancient City in order to prepare for his future trip to Gujiang.

As long as you gain the trust of the Holy Son of Gujiang.

With his status and power in Gujiang, he will undoubtedly be able to bring many conveniences to his trip to Gujiang.

Kong Qi's thoughts were racing through his mind.

The Saint of Gujiang on the opposite side suddenly stuck out his tongue, licked his black lips, and asked in a rather perverse voice: "The current patriarch of the Jinming tribe, Xianyu Fucheng, did not come to power legitimately, and you are the only living direct descendant of the Xianyu family. Have you ever thought about returning to Gujiang and taking back what belongs to you?"

The voice of the Saint of Gujiang became extremely seductive, and his bloodshot eyes became weird.

"Your grandfather and great-grandfather were both killed by Xianyu Fucheng. Have you ever thought of avenging this blood feud?"

The Holy Son of Gujiang asked questions one after another, in an aggressive manner, as if he wanted to force Kong Ju to make a decision.

"Why don't you follow me back to Gujiang and restore order. I will lend you a helping hand."

"What do you think?"

The atmosphere in the pavilion was solemn.

Kong Ju took a deep look at the Holy Son of Gujiang and thought to himself, "This guy said so many things just to pave the way for this sentence. The key point is to let me go back to Gujiang with him."

It is obviously impossible for Kong Ju to go to Gujiang.

At least the timing is not right now.

The Jinming tribe has more than one powerful person in charge, and those powerful people must have participated in the fight for the throne back then.

Although Kong Ju has now realized the magical power, he is still some distance away from Zhang Sheng and has no chance of winning against the powerful Zhang Sheng.

And who knows what kind of medicine the Holy Son of Gujiang is selling.

Although he said he wanted to help her, Kong Qi couldn't think of any reason why he would help her.

The Temple of the Witch God is aloof from the rest of the world in Gujiang and has never been involved in the conflicts between tribes, so in Kong Ju's view, his actions are very abnormal.

"Maybe they will trick me into Gujiang and kill me." This is what Kong Ju was afraid of.

Even if he wanted to go to Gujiang, he had to go alone and could not go with the Holy Son of Gujiang.

After thinking about it, Kong Ju slowly told the reason he had already thought of: "Of course I have to go back, but not now. With my current strength, I can go to Gujiang with just a slap from the palm of the palm of the master."

"Instead of going back to die, it is better to continue to lie dormant until you have the strength to deal with those leaders of the Jinming tribe."

The Holy Son of Gujiang smiled with an ambiguous meaning, looked directly into Kong Ju's eyes and said sarcastically: "It seems that our Young Master Wenfeng really thinks he is a Wudong native."

"Are you reluctant to give up the title of the chief disciple of the Cangwu Sect?"

"Are you still reluctant to give up the position of the future head of the Cangwu Sect?"

It seems that the Holy Son of Gujiang has also investigated Kong Ju during this period.

He knew Kong Ju's identity very well and hit the nail on the head as soon as he opened his mouth.

This made Kong Ju silent for a while, but he soon raised his eyes again and smiled frankly: "Son, you are right. I just can't bear to give up the identity of the first disciple of the Cangwu Sect's leader."

"Who knows, my master may pass away one day. According to the rules, among the next generation of Cangwu Sect disciples, I am the most likely to be appointed as the next leader."

Since there was no one around, Kong Ju started talking nonsense.

Following the words of the Saint of Gujiang, the latter immediately frowned.

The Cangwu Sect is now the largest sect in Wudong, and under the management of Huangfu Ying, its reputation and foundation have risen rapidly in recent years.

It is even more powerful than the Dingyue Sect back then.

There was a faint momentum of the Lord of Wudong.

If Kong Ju could become the next leader of the Cangwu Sect, wouldn't he have more power than being the patriarch of the Jinming Tribe? Gujiang at least has the Wushen Temple to control it.

However, there is no force in Wudong that is greater than the Cangwu faction.

The Holy Son of Gujiang was speechless for a moment, but he was not someone who could be easily defeated. He smiled contemptuously and mocked, "Brother Wenfeng has no ambitions. As far as I know, Wudong and Gujiang have no grudges against each other."

"The position of the head of the Cangwu sect does not conflict with the position of the chief of the Jinming tribe."

The cunningness of the Holy Son of Gujiang is no less than that of the Crown Prince of Tianqi.

The huge temptation hidden in these few words would have made other monks' blood boil.

As the leader of the Cangwu sect and the patriarch of the Jinming tribe, this identity can be said to mean that half of the four regions and one sea in the Xianyun Realm are under his command.

Apart from Baidi who ascended to the fairyland ten thousand years ago, who else could have achieved such an impressive accomplishment?

But Kong Ju is not a normal person.

Because he knew that his identity as a descendant of Xianyu Yanhe was fake.

He also didn't believe the nonsense said by the Holy Son of Gujiang.

"If someone is too nice to you for no reason, he must be a traitor or a thief. This Saint of Gujiang must have some plan for me!"

His eyes moved slightly and a smile appeared on Kong Ju's lips. He vaguely understood what the Holy Son of Gujiang was planning.

"Soul-calming bell!"

The Soul-Calming Bell is a precious inherited weapon of the Jinming tribe.

When Ge Xia was still alive, his evaluation of it was not as simple as just a spiritual weapon.

It can also extract the "god" from the statue of the Gujiang tribe.

The 'god' in the statue of the Black Snake Tribe is still suppressed in the soul-calming bell.

"I'm afraid the Witch God Temple has plans for the Soul-Calming Bell!"

If it had been in the past, Kong Ju would have been unable to sleep or eat if the Soul-Calming Bell had been exposed.

Kong Ju is no longer in a weak position now.

The Cangwu faction is now led by Wudong, and his master has a strong personality, so he may not be afraid of the Witch God Temple.

The Witch God Temple certainly does not want to confront Wudong head-on.

Tianqi alone has already made Gujiang extremely anxious.

With the addition of Wudong, Gujiang will have a hard time.

"A powerful sect is confident."

Thinking of this, Kong Ju became calmer and replied softly, "Son, I appreciate your kindness, but we still need to think about this matter carefully."

Kong Ju's indifferent reaction left the Holy Son of Gujiang silent.

He maintained a calm appearance, but it was unknown what emotions he was feeling in his heart.

"Since Brother Wenfeng has made a decision, I will not say any more. After all, the matter of the Jinming tribe still needs to be handled by the people of your Xianyu family."

This sentence foreshadows the end of the topic of the Jinming tribe.

The Holy Son of Gujiang did not force Kong Ju to make a decision.

Or perhaps he felt Kong Ju's breath and had come back to life.

He was not sure of winning.

"But my promise is always true. If Brother Wenfeng ever thinks things through and wants to go back to Gujiang, please send your father-in-law Qiaoqiao to the Wushen Temple to let me know. I will come to meet him in person."

As he spoke, the Holy Son of Gujiang gently slapped his palm on the stone table in front of Kong Ju, leaving behind a bone token with a ghost face carved on it.

"This is a token from my Wushen Temple. With this token, Gujiang will be unblocked and helpless."

Kong Ju glanced at the token, smiled, and said earnestly, "Thank you very much, Saint Son."

"If I really take this token to Gujiang, the Witch God Temple will probably know my location right away."

"You take me for a fool!"

Having said this, Kong Ju put away the bone token, stood up and said goodbye.

The Holy Son of Gujiang cordially escorted him out of the pavilion and said to Kong Ju meaningfully: "I'll wait for you in Gujiang!"

"Okay!" Kong Ju responded readily.

As his body twisted, he disappeared from the spot, and when he appeared again he was dozens of miles away.

The Holy Son of Gujiang stood outside the pavilion, looking at the place where Kong Ju disappeared, with an unfathomable light flashing in his red eyes.

Just at this time.

The air beside the Son of God fluctuated.

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The two witches, a man and a woman, returned to the pavilion.

"The Holy Son just let him go like that?" The male wizard also recognized Kong Ju's identity and knew that he was the guy who had stolen his inheritance in the Chaodi Ancient City. There was a strong sense of unwillingness in his tone.

The female cultivator riding the black sheep also echoed in a low voice: "We haven't used the methods we prepared yet."

The Holy Son of Gujiang then turned around and glanced at his two subordinates casually, with a suppressed madness in his eyes: "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

The Holy Son's voice was very soft, and the coldness in his tone caused the temperature around the pavilion to drop sharply.

The two witches were horrified and immediately knelt down at the feet of the Holy Son of Gujiang.

"Holy Son, spare my life!"

"I dare not!"

The Holy Son of Gujiang did not let them stand up, but turned his head and glanced up into the sky.

The voice he made became playful: "I missed it. This guy is already in the Soul Transformation stage. The methods I set up before may not be able to stop him."

As he said this, the Saint of Gujiang smiled dumbly: "Forget it, I have changed my mind too."

"This guy is so interesting, why not let him come to Gujiang and stir up some trouble."

"Xianyu Fucheng of the Jinming tribe has been less and less under the control of the Wushen Temple in recent years. It would not be a bad thing if Xianyu Wenfeng could replace him."

At this time, the female cultivator who bowed her head in front of the Holy Son suddenly said in a trembling voice: "But Holy Son...his identity may not be true."

"No matter whether it is true or false." The Holy Son of Gujiang looked at the female cultivator with mocking eyes.

"My Wushen Temple said that he is real, so it is real."

The words of the Holy Son of Gujiang were extremely domineering. No one of the two witches refuted them and they even felt that it was natural.

This is the status of the Holy Son of Gujiang in Gujiang, and it is also the embodiment of the absolute dominance of the Temple of the Witch God in Gujiang.

"It's a pity that the guy is very alert and wary of me, so it's difficult for him to ask about the Soul-Calming Bell."

"But it doesn't matter. The key to the Soul-Calming Bell is in the hands of our Wushen Temple. He will come to Gujiang sooner or later."

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On the other side, Kong Ju returned to the place where he had left before.

Dapeng saw Kong Ju from a distance, made a cheerful hoofbeat, then spread its wings, came to Kong Ju and carried him on its back.

As soon as Kong Ju's legs landed on Dapeng's back, Huangfu Wuqin and four others came to meet him.

"That Saint of Gujiang didn't do anything to you, did he?" Han Honghua looked Kong Ju up and down, her tone full of concern.

"What can we do? My Junior Brother Kong may not lose to the Holy Son of Gujiang if they really fight." Shangguan Yuzhou said this. Having said that, the concern on his face was no less than Han Honghua's.

After all, that man is the Holy Son of Gujiang, the undisputed leader of this generation of Gujiang.

"We just chatted for a few minutes, nothing happened." Kong Ju replied with a smile. As he spoke, he very cooperatively turned around on the spot to show off his figure.

This made the two of them feel relieved.

Huangfu Wuqin pursed her lips and whispered, "You're just going to let him go like this?"

The unwillingness in her tone seemed to indicate that she was wondering why Kong Ju didn't take action.

Kong Ju was amused by Huangfu Wuqin's anger, and immediately turned his head and replied, "My Junior Sister Huangfu, have you forgotten what Lei Zun told us before he left?"

"That's the Holy Son of Gujiang. He can die at the hands of Crown Prince Tianqi, but he must not die at the hands of my Cangwu Sect."

"Oh!" Huangfu Wuqin just said "oh" lightly, but looking at her appearance, if she had the ability to subdue the Saint of Gujiang, she would definitely not show mercy.

Kong Ju shook his head repeatedly, finally realizing that his resourceful master would be helpless against Huangfu Wuqin.

Zaifu Qiaoqiao's worries are no less than Shangguan Yuzhou and Han Honghua's.

After Kong Ju left with the Holy Son of Gujiang, she became as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, unable to sit still.

One of them is the Holy Son of Gujiang, the spokesperson of the Witch God Temple in Gujiang, and he holds a transcendent status in Gujiang.

He is respected by all Gujiang witches and is also admired by Zaifu Qiaoqiao.

One is the orthodox bloodline of the Jinming tribe, the young master of the Xianyu main line.

Zaifu Qiaoqiao is the one to whom he swore allegiance until death.

If anything happens to either of them, it will be a huge loss for Gujiang, and it is not what Zaifu Qiaoqiao wants to see.

Therefore, after seeing Kong Ju returning safely and saying that nothing unpleasant had happened, Zai Fu Qiaoqiao really breathed a sigh of relief.

She tried to force a smile on her face, which still showed some lingering fear, and said earnestly, "Young Master and Saint Son are both favored children of heaven and extremely noble."

"It is a blessing for Gujiang and Jinming tribe that you can live in harmony."

"Live in harmony?" After hearing Zai Fu Qiaoqiao's voice transmission, Kong Ju raised the corner of his mouth in a sneer that was hardly noticeable to others.

It’s simply that the Saint of Gujiang is not sure whether he can keep himself.

If he hadn't broken through to the Soul Transformation stage, the Saint of Gujiang would have taken action on the spot for the Soul-Calming Bell.

Of course, Kong Ju did not intend to tell Zaifu Qiaoqiao about this. He threw the bone token that the Holy Son of Gujiang gave him to Zaifu Qiaoqiao and said, "Keep it. This is given by the Holy Son."

"Show the witch's order!" Zai Fu Qiaoqiao exclaimed when he saw the white bone token.

Then he knelt down hurriedly, raised his hands above his head, and took the bone order.

His behavior was unusually respectful, which made Kong Ju look strange: "Is this token really that powerful?"

Others were also puzzled by Zai Fu Qiaoqiao's behavior.

But he was soon relieved. The world of Gujiang witches was very different from Wudong, just like Tianqi.

From Monk Wudong's perspective, he naturally couldn't understand it.

It is no wonder that Zaifu Qiaoqiao was so cautious, and even after taking the bone token, he looked flattered.

This white bone order is for Zaifu Qiaoqiao.

Just like in the Tianqi Dynasty, the lord of a state suddenly received a handwritten order from the Tianqi Emperor.

Moreover, the fanaticism of the Gujiang witch cultivators towards the witch god definitely surpasses the status of the Tianqi emperor among the people of Tianqi.

That is the god of Gujiang.

But Kong Ju didn't care about these things. He had no reverence for the Temple of the Witch God.

Otherwise, he would not have casually handed the token to Zai Fu Qiaoqiao for safekeeping.

Seeing Zaifu Qiaoqiao carefully put away the token, he gently patted Dapeng on the back of his neck and said, "Let's go. It will take some time to get back."

Whoosh! Kong Jue gave the order.

Dapeng spread his wings and flew quickly, and when it spread his wings it was already a hundred miles away.

At the border of Tianqi, the endless vast mountains soon appeared in the sight of Kong Qi and others.

Before coming here, they went through many twists and turns and it took them two months to reach Tianqi.

At present, the strength of several people has increased dramatically, especially Dapeng, whose speed is more than twice as fast as when he came.

"We should be able to get there within ten days!" Kong Ju guessed before entering the Great Wilderness. (End of this chapter)