The sun rose in the east, and the earthen building gradually became noisy, and Xiang Sheng woke up from his meditation.
She formed a talisman with one hand, stared at it for a moment, frowned, and waved her hand to disperse the traces of the talisman.
Last night she took another Heart-Forging Lotus Seed. However, the third level of the secret technique of "Shapeshifting" was far more profound than she had imagined. She immersed herself in enlightenment all night, but in return she only gained a superficial understanding. It would take a long time for her to fully comprehend it.
This level of difficulty has surpassed the first level of "Death", and it is unlikely to be mastered in a short period of time.
However, this night of hard training wasn't entirely without benefit. After attempting to comprehend the third level, her grasp of the second level had clearly deepened, allowing her disguise to become more natural.
If the chance of deceiving Wan Lingmo before was only 40%, it must be at least 60% now, which is worth the risk of confronting him face to face.
“Tap tap tap…”
Suddenly, a familiar sound of footsteps was heard outside, approaching quickly.
Xiang Sheng immediately put his thoughts aside. Seeing the middle-aged wandering cultivator and his companions opening the barrier and entering, he immediately stood up and said, "Senior Gong, you are finally back."
The wandering cultivators were not in high spirits. They nodded in response and then sat down around the fire.
"I stayed outside all night and I was freezing to death."
The tall, thin young man trembled as he threw the wood into the fire, stirring up the sparks again. "In this horrible weather, in two days, not to mention the Qi Refining Stage, I'm afraid even the Foundation Establishment Stage will freeze to death!"
"Stop talking."
The middle-aged wandering cultivator scolded coldly, with a hint of worry in his eyes. Why didn't the Eighth Prince take action last night?
“Sister Shen.”
Xiaoyue's voice sounded weak, and her face lost some of its stubbornness and became more sorrowful: "I have a relative who is also in Xuanwang City."
As soon as these words were spoken, the middle-aged casual cultivator immediately looked over with a somewhat unhappy expression, but after hesitating for a moment, he did not stop Xiaoyue from continuing.
Xiaoyue looked gloomy. "Last night, we went to where he might be, hoping to help him, but he never showed up. Do you think...something happened to him?"
Xiang Sheng's eyes flickered slightly.
When she first approached the wandering cultivators for a chat, she noticed at a glance that Xiaoyue looked 60% similar to Lu Zhu, so she took the initiative to ask them to take her in.
Later, the various behaviors of these people further confirmed that Xiaoyue must have a connection with the royal family of Lu State.
She didn't want to get involved, but she didn't expect these people to go and help her regardless of their own safety in the middle of the night.
After a moment of silence, Xiang Sheng sighed inwardly and asked, "Who is he to you?"
"She is my uncle."
Xiaoyue wiped her eyes and sighed deeply, "Although he's called my uncle, he's actually about the same age as me, just a little less angry. My mother is the eldest daughter in the family, more than thirty years older than my uncle.
She married far away, otherwise...if something happened at home, I would be hard-pressed to escape."
Xiang Sheng's expression was calm. "Since you're marrying far away, you're not too close to your mother's family. There's no need to risk exposing yourself and bringing about a fatal disaster."
"But my grandparents and uncles all treated me and my mother very well. It was because my mother loved my father that she married far away."
Tears welled up in Xiaoyue's eyes as she gritted her teeth, "The vengeance of annihilating our family is irreconcilable. How can I forget it? My uncle is only in the Qi Refining Stage, but he's also fighting for revenge. How can I be so afraid of death?!"
"Your uncle is a family member to you. Isn't it enough that he is seeking revenge?"
Xiang Sheng smiled faintly and reached out to stroke Xiaoyue's head. "Listen to your sister and don't act rashly. Protect yourself and continue your family's existence. That's what you should do."
When the middle-aged cultivator heard this, his brows relaxed and a hint of sadness appeared in his eyes.
This Miss Shen is really a gentle and kind girl. Xiaoyue can finally untie some knots in her heart with her comfort, right?
"What about my uncle?"
Xiaoyue bit her lip lightly. "Wan Lingmo is so powerful. What if my uncle can't defeat him?"
"Wan Lingmo is amazing, but isn't your uncle amazing too?"
Xiang Sheng narrowed his eyes and whispered, "Xue Yunzi was notorious for his viciousness and cruelty. He released corpse puppets and used the blood sacrifice formation to kill so many independent cultivators. Wasn't that impressive? But he died at the hands of your uncle."
As soon as these words were spoken, the middle-aged casual cultivator and the tall and thin young man were both shocked and looked at Xiang Sheng with shock on their faces.
Xue Yunzi is dead?
How did she know that Xue Yunzi was dead?
Xiaoyue didn't think much about it, but just showed surprise, "Really?"
"Of course it's true. I saw it with my own eyes."
Xiang Sheng smiled with his eyebrows curved, "Not only that, he also used Xue Yunzi's methods to blow up the ancestral land and killed his most hated enemy in his life.
After coming out, he learned that Wan Lingmo was blocking the city gate. Instead of being afraid, he was happy! He thought to himself, as long as the people from Fengyuemen didn't leave, there would be many opportunities to kill them. There was plenty of time.
A cold light flashed in Xiang Sheng's eyes, "He can afford it."
“Sister Shen.”
Xiaoyue's face turned pale. Even though she was slow to react, she finally realized something was wrong. "How...how...you talk like you've experienced it yourself."
Xiang Sheng smiled slightly, but did not answer Xiao Yue. Instead, he turned to look at the middle-aged cultivator and said, "Senior Gong, I have a question for you."
The middle-aged cultivator barely suppressed the shock in his heart, took a deep breath, and said solemnly: "You say."
"Senior, do you know anything about the formation Wan Lingmo set up at the city gate?"
Xiang Sheng's expression was slightly solemn. "And there's this person called Wan Lingmo. Is he good at breaking through the spell?"
"I don't know much about formations."
The middle-aged cultivator frowned in deep thought, "But I heard from a fellow cultivator who is good at formations that Wan Lingmo is afraid that some of the cultivators will be good at breaking the formation. If the cultivators unite, the Fengyue Sect's people will not be able to stop them, so they set up a death formation.
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