The strong wind killed several people, leaving a small space on the back of the spiritual bird. Xiang Sheng pulled Lu Zhu inward unnoticeably, continuing to maintain a low center of gravity.
The others also woke up from their dreams, their faces grim, and they all moved towards the center, hoping to be squeezed so tightly that they could not be distinguished from each other.
The scholar stood with his hands behind his back and watched everyone adjust themselves with a cold eye. After everyone had stopped making any noise, he spoke calmly. Although his voice was not loud, it could penetrate the wind and ring clearly in everyone's ears.
"Everyone, these few lives are just the smallest lessons."
The scholar spoke indifferently, "It's a dangerous journey to our ancestral land. If you don't maintain complete vigilance, you'll die faster than anyone else! It's so difficult for cultivators like us to fight for our lives against the heavens. If anyone is afraid, stand up!"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone immediately became restless.
Xiang Sheng stood in the crowd, one hand on Lu Zhu's shoulder, his eyes slightly lowered, motionless.
Not long after, ten people stood out from the crowd tremblingly.
Before these people could speak, the scholar's face turned cold, and he suddenly raised his hand. A streak of white light flashed in an instant, and ten heads fell at the same time.
The scholar waved his sleeve again and swept the corpse down from the sky. A small space was left on the back of the spirit bird, and it was no longer as crowded as at the beginning.
After doing all this, the scholar rolled up his sleeves nonchalantly, as if he had just killed ten chickens.
He glanced at the silent crowd, smiled slightly, and continued, "Those who are afraid of death will only kill more people if they enter the ancestral land. I am doing this for your own good. Since you have accepted the sign of worship from my Wan family, you are now a member of my Wan family. Naturally, there is no reason for you to withdraw at will."
After saying this, the scholar waved his sleeve and scattered a white dot, which landed in front of everyone, "This elixir is of top quality, enough for you to practice for more than a month.
"I am Wan Zilin, the Sixth Elder of the Wan Clan. My Wan Clan owns the Wan Clan Castle, a territory we own exclusively, rich in resources, and commanded by the core disciples of the Fengyue Sect. We are no less capable than the clans that recruited yesterday!"
When Xiang Sheng heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly. It turned out to be the Wan family, Xiang Wanwan's maternal family.
Earlier in the Xiang family, she was able to obtain the position of attendant by relying on the family's reputation. She didn't expect to meet him here today.
"...When you enter the ancestral land, no matter how much you gain, as long as you perform well, there will naturally be more rewards."
Wan Zilin finished knocking.
Everyone took the white pill bottle floating in front of them with fear and trepidation, opened it and sniffed it, and immediately many of them showed joy on their faces.
Such high-grade elixirs with pure spiritual power were something that these casual cultivators at the bottom of the cultivation world had never even seen, let alone eaten.
"Thank you, Mr. Lin!"
"Thank you, Senior Lin!"
"We will do our utmost to serve our master!"
“…”
Shouts of loyalty rang out from the crowd one after another, and soon the voices merged into one, quickly covering up the shock brought by death.
Amid the clamor, Xiang Sheng also took the pill bottle, and without even looking at it, he put it away together with Lu Zhu's and placed it aside.
Lu Zhu naturally had no objection, but he looked at the happy faces around him and felt indescribably uncomfortable in his heart.
Is this... a casual cultivator?
This is a casual cultivator.
Xiang Sheng's expression was calm, and his understanding was deeper.
Besides feeling emotional, I am more grateful.
If she had not spent that time in the dream, she would probably not be able to survive even a day if she traveled to this world.
Thinking of this, Xiang Sheng's thoughts drifted away, and a hint of hidden longing flashed in his eyes.
Big Wood, how can I...see you again?
…
In the green sea of bamboo forests, a towering tree rises into the clouds, with divine light flowing among its branches and leaves, and the green is lush and lush.
Gray mist was lingering around, as if covering it with a veil, making it impossible to tell whether the person sitting under the tree was a living person or a sculpture.
Suddenly, the gray fog began to surge wildly, covering the entire giant tree tightly. Only the rustling of leaves could be heard, but the shadow of the tree could not be seen.
The whole process lasted for several breaths before a person walked out of the gray fog.
The young man's white clothes were as white as snow, and his face was blurred, not resembling a real person. He took a step forward, instantly crossing countless distances and arriving under a starry sky. "Xiao Mo."
The black dragon that was sleeping on the ground was awakened immediately, transformed into a young man in black, stood up and knelt, "Master."
The young man nodded, his voice dreamy, "Any results?"
The young man in black nodded and presented a tattered puppet with both hands. "The Great Elder has personally examined this heavenly spirit puppet. The core of this doll was completely destroyed a hundred years ago. If we want to repair it, we can only find another immortal core. However, as you know,... that person's power has been destroyed for over a million years, so finding an immortal core is extremely difficult."
"It's difficult, so why not look for it?"
The young man's voice was slightly cold, with a hint of questioning in it.
The young man in black was startled. "Master, you've been leaving the Ten Thousand Bamboo Sea so frequently, and because of the rumors about the Skyfall Puppet, you've been playing with it and losing your ambition. The old-timers in the Elders' Council are quite dissatisfied. If you don't focus on seclusion, I'm afraid even the clan leader won't be able to control you."
After these words were spoken, although the young man in black could not see the master's face clearly, he could feel the master's breath, which became even colder.
The master has always been indifferent and never moved by external things. Why is he getting angry frequently recently because of a broken puppet?
What's so special about that puppet?
When the young man in black was puzzled, the young man's mood quickly calmed down and he spoke calmly.
"Don't worry about the Elders' Council. Just send someone to find the whereabouts of the Immortal Core. If you find any clues, report to me immediately."
"Yuan Mo obeys your command."
The young man in black responded respectfully, then raised his head and said worriedly, "Master, your bloodline just erupted two days ago, and your injuries haven't healed yet. Today, your spirit has left your body again..."
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