On this day, in the fifth capital of Qianxing Palace, inside a tea stall in the market of casual cultivators.
Xiang Sheng, with the unkempt face of a casual cultivator, drank his tea leisurely, and from time to time he could hear the laughter and chatter from other people at the tea table.
Everyone was talking about the great battle that took place between Xuanyin Sect and the Ming Dynasty three days ago.
This is the market for independent cultivators closest to the Xuanyin Sect, and it is also the market where the Fengyue Sect has the least intense search efforts.
No one would have thought that the "Tai Shang of Wanjian Sect" who had offended Fengyue Sect to death was now sitting openly on the roadside, drinking tea leisurely.
Chi Ze followed Jiang Yi.
However, before leaving, she sent him a message to find out where the Demon King Valley was trapped.
That place is between Fangcunji and the outside world, a space mezzanine. No wonder Wei Lesheng went there and found nothing.
In the past, when she was in the Fangcunji of Tianyan Sect and was escaping by crushing her mask, she was pulled into an unknown space by Lu Yushan. It seemed that was the mezzanine.
She had a vague idea of how to get in, but the prerequisite was that she had to sneak in without anyone noticing.
After sorting out my thoughts, I finished a pot of tea.
Xiang Sheng threw the spirit stone on the edge of the table, stood up and sat down at another table.
Zhou Yuan, with a bitter face, was startled when he saw someone suddenly appear at the table. Before he could ask, he heard Xiang Shengxian ask:
"Daoyou, your clothes look familiar. Could you be a disciple of the legendary Fengyue Sect?"
Zhou Yuan subconsciously straightened his back upon hearing this. He then looked at his washed-out, formal disciple uniform and sneered, "Fellow Daoist, you have good eyesight. You can even recognize this?"
Xiang Sheng sighed, "When I was young, I also participated in the Fengyue Sect's disciple selection. How could I not remember it? But I have low-grade spiritual roots and an ordinary background. Even if I tried my best, I couldn't get into their sect."
"Have you also participated in the disciple selection?"
Zhou Yuan widened his eyes, as if he found resonance with Xiang Sheng.
Putting away his previous perfunctory attitude, he showed a complicated expression and said self-deprecatingly, "I'm luckier than you. I have a mid-grade spiritual root and was lucky enough to be selected. But even if I join the Fengyue Sect, what's the use?"
He pulled up his sleeves and said, "In cultivation, wealth, companions, and land are the most important things. Without a good background, relying solely on the sect's monthly salary, how difficult would it be to cultivate?"
What's more, these big sects do not prohibit internal fighting among their disciples. Except for death, there are no taboos!
We, ordinary disciples from the lower classes, are not even qualified to participate in the fight and are nothing more than pawns among the disciples of the big families."
Zhou Yuan seemed to have been feeling aggrieved for too long, and he poured out his grievances to Xiang Sheng.
Xiang Sheng listened silently to the end, gently patted Zhou Yuan on the shoulder, looked around carefully, and said in a low voice, "Fellow Daoist, there's no need to say more. I understand everything. It is precisely because of this that my heart was touched when I saw you, so I came here to deliver a message."
Zhou Yuan was stunned. "What news?"
Xiang Sheng smiled meaningfully, "What else could it be?"
Zhou Yuan reacted immediately, his eyes widening, "Fellow Daoist, do you know Wan..."
"Shh! Silence!"
Xiang Sheng interrupted Zhou Yuan, carefully glanced around again, and lowered his voice, "There are too many people here, let's go somewhere else to talk."
"well!"
Zhou Yuan quickly stood up and was about to leave when he hesitated, "Fellow Daoist, are you a liar?"
Xiang Sheng turned around and looked at Zhou Yuan in astonishment, anger emerging on his face. "Fellow Daoist, I came here to kindly remind you of our childhood experience, and you're looking at me like this?!"
"No, no."
Seeing that he was angry, Zhou Yuan panicked and said, "I was just asking casually."
"That's all."
Xiang Sheng coldly flicked his sleeves and said, "Daoyou, your words are truly chilling. Why don't you take a look at yourself? Is there anything about you that's worth me deceiving you?"
Zhou Yuan thought about this and cried out, "Ouch!" He stepped forward and grabbed Xiang Sheng's arm. "Brother, I was really confused. Don't be angry. If this thing works out, I'll give you half of the sect's reward... No! 70%!"
Xiang Sheng showed a hint of interest, then immediately returned to normal, and said unnaturally: "You said that yourself."
“Yes, yes, yes…”
Zhou Yuan nodded hurriedly, secretly delighted. It seemed this casual cultivator truly had information about the Ten Thousand Swords Sect's Supreme! Otherwise, why would he react like this when he mentioned the sect's contributions?
Considering our similar childhood experiences, I will give him 30% of the reward when I accomplish this feat.
But on second thought, he couldn't help but change the 30% to 10%.
One percent is already a lot. If it were any other disciple in the sect, even killing to silence someone would be considered a light punishment, let alone one percent.
With this thought, Zhou Yuan's discomfort instantly vanished. He turned to Xiang Sheng and urged, "Brother, let's go and talk it over! If we let her get away, all our efforts will be wasted."
Xiang Sheng smiled and said, "Follow me."
Zhou Yuan immediately followed him into the alley, and the further he went, the more he deviated from the path, but he didn't notice anything unusual.
Such important information must not be leaked, so it should be said in a place where no one is around.
"Brother, this alley is remote and no one comes here. Let's talk here, shall we?"
Zhou Yuan couldn't bear it any longer and urged again.
Xiang Sheng, who was walking in front, paused and said, "This place is really nice."
Zhou Yuan's expression lit up with joy, but when he looked up he saw a palm rapidly growing larger in front of him.
Bang!
The slap was so powerful that Zhou Yuan felt as if he had hit his head against a rock. His eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground unconscious.
A moment later, Xiang Sheng walked out of the alley with the face of "Zhou Yuan", looked around, and walked quickly towards Tianqing Pavilion at the end of the street.
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