Lu Fuyue walked cautiously forward, but as she walked, she suddenly realized something was wrong. She turned around and saw that she had indeed been going around in circles.
And not far behind her, there was still that gate.
Could this be a formation?
She had almost no knowledge of formations, so if this really was a formation, she would have no choice but to break it by force.
Lu Fuyue suppressed her emotions and continued walking forward.
With each step she took, she carefully observed the surrounding movements, trying to find the key point of the formation and then break through it.
But no matter where she walked, nothing around her changed; it was as if she were going around in circles.
After a long while, Lu Fuyue stopped and looked down at the stone brick she was standing on.
Her eyes darkened, and she immediately leaped into the air, channeling her spiritual energy to strike the stone brick with her palm.
Sure enough, the next second all the surrounding boulders disappeared, revealing the true face of the courtyard.
Lu Fuyue slowly flew down to the ground and looked up at the ancestral hall in front of her.
A phantom figure of a Golden Core cultivator appeared before her in an instant.
"Who dares to trespass on the ancestral temple of the royal family of my Southern Ling Kingdom?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying clapping sound, carrying thousands of bolts of lightning, struck Lu Fuyue directly.
Lu Fuyue's pupils suddenly contracted, and she quickly summoned the Weak Water Zither, using its music to create a spiritual energy barrier in front of her.
The two attacks collided violently, and Lu Fuyue was only forced back a few steps, her face turning slightly pale.
It turned out to be just a remnant soul of a Golden Core cultivator, not even reaching the fifth level of cultivation...
The illusory figure was somewhat shocked, "You're actually a sound cultivator?"
When he saw that the zither in Lu Fuyue's hand only had two strings, he seemed to understand something.
"You didn't come here for that thing, did you?"
Lu Fuyue pursed her lips and silently circulated her cultivation technique to increase her spiritual power to resist the illusory palm.
"Senior, I have come here only to retrieve the missing part of my spiritual artifact."
"I did not intend to trespass here, please grant my request, senior."
Upon hearing this, the phantom coldly said, "Since you are not of royal blood from my Southern Spirit Kingdom, yet you have entered this place, it seems you have taken the heart's blood of my Southern Spirit Kingdom's crown prince."
"Do you think I'll let you run wild in this place?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand, and countless flying swords flew out of the ancestral hall, heading straight for Lu Fuyue.
Lu Fuyue's eyes darkened. Since that's the case, then there's no other way but to take action.
She refused to believe that she couldn't defeat a seemingly strong but internally weak remnant soul of a Golden Core cultivator today.
Lu Fuyue picked up the Weak Water Zither, leaped into the air, and then began to play it continuously with her hands.
The moment the zither music began, the flying swords that had been charging forward suddenly stopped.
The phantom looked at this scene in disbelief. How could this be? Even though his cultivation level was only five layers high now, he was still a Golden Core stage expert.
How could such a mere mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator so easily deflect his sword strike?
Lu Fuyue looked up at him and smiled gently, "Senior, here are your swords back."
With that, she plucked the strings with her fingertips, and instantly the countless flying swords changed direction, heading towards the illusory figure.
The phantom's expression changed drastically. He channeled the last of his spiritual energy into his palm, raised his hand, and struck out with a palm, causing all the flying swords in the sky to fall to the ground.
But after that attack, his body became increasingly transparent, and his aura became unstable.
It's no secret that sound cultivators can fight beyond their level.
Lu Fuyue looked at him calmly, "Senior, I only want my thing, I won't touch anything else."
"It would be better for both of us if you handed it over yourself."
"Otherwise, don't blame me for forcing my way into this ancestral hall."
In reality, Lu Fuyue had very little spiritual power left at this time.
If a fight really breaks out, it's hard to predict who will win and who will lose.
The phantom was furious, and just as he was about to say something...
A familiar voice clearly reached their ears.
"Ancestor, give the things to Miss Lu."
The illusory figure looked at the person who had appeared behind Lu Fuyue, and exclaimed in surprise, "Chu Li, what brings you here?"
"Could it be that the Yun family is planning a rebellion?"
Nan Chuli bowed and clasped his hands in a salute to the patriarch of the Southern Spirit Kingdom, saying, "Patriarch, everything is fine in the court, and no one dares to rebel."
Lu Fuyue turned to look at the person who had come, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. Why did he suddenly come here?
Nan Chuli looked up at Lu Fuyue and smiled faintly, "Miss Lu, you came here for that zither string, didn't you?"
Although he said it was a question, his tone was very certain.
Lu Fuyue pursed her lips. "Not bad."
"I have come here only for that one string."
Although Nan Chuli had already guessed it, a sense of disappointment still welled up in her heart.
He thought that this reunion was a blessing from heaven.
The patriarch of the Southern Spirit Kingdom saw through Nan Chuli's thoughts at a glance and sighed softly. After all, he had raised this child himself.
Nan Chuli turned to look at him and said, word by word, "Ancestor, I want to return that thing to Miss Lu."
The patriarch of the Southern Spirit Kingdom was greatly surprised, "Are you serious?"
Nan Chuli nodded. "Yes, I'm serious."
After all, that string was destined to be hers, and was meant to be hers.
After a long while, the old patriarch of the Southern Spirit Kingdom turned his back and stopped looking at him. "Everyone has their own destiny, and I will not force it."
"That thing was originally yours; you can give it to whomever you want."
"I'm not going to care anymore."
Nan Chuli's hands, which were hanging by his sides, suddenly clenched. Looking at the old ancestor of the Nan Chu Kingdom whose spiritual power had dissipated, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.
"Ancestor..."
However, the patriarch of the Southern Spirit Kingdom simply waved his hand at him and then disappeared from the spot.
Sigh, perhaps the path he chose was more suitable for him.
However, it remains to be seen whose shoulders the future of the Southern Spirit Kingdom will fall upon.
Looking in the direction where the patriarch of the Southern Spirit Kingdom had disappeared, Nan Chuli suddenly knelt down and kowtowed.
After a long while, he slowly got up, glanced at Lu Fuyue, and then walked into the royal ancestral hall alone.
Lu Fuyue watched Nan Chuli's departing figure and fell into silence.
In the imperial ancestral hall,
Nan Chuli took the jade box carved with a water dragon pattern off the altar.
From the moment Nan Chuli appeared, the jade box was constantly agitated, its contents eagerly trying to break free and return to him.
Nan Chuli looked down at the box for a moment, then opened it without hesitation.
The next second, a light blue string flew out of the ancestral hall and landed in Lu Fuyue's hand.
But a golden light suddenly shot into Nan Chuli's body, took root and sprouted, and then gradually covered all his bones.
The Weak Water Zither sensed the aura of the Water Zither Strings and immediately broke free from Lu Fuyue's hand, hovering in mid-air and emitting a strong, dazzling white light.
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