On a mountain range hundreds of thousands of miles away.
The golden glazed tiles shone brightly, appearing and disappearing as the branches of the towering trees swayed.
In the deepest part, there is a large hall with green smoke coming out, and hundreds of green lamps are placed.
Every burning wick emitted a smoke.
As a result, the entire hall was shrouded in green smoke.
Poof!
At this moment, a green lamp in the last row of the hall suddenly went out.
A thick black smoke emerged from the wick.
Swish!
A figure in green appeared in the hall at the same time and stared at the wick at the back.
Then he took out the fire and tried to light the lamp.
Failed after two attempts.
After a lot of effort to light the lamp, the wick was lifeless and smokeless, and the lamp went out automatically after a while.
"Which junior fellow student has gone?"
Check the alignment under the light.
The man in green turned and left the hall.
Inside the main hall are the soul lamps of important figures in the Xuanmen sect.
Only those above direct disciples can have it.
The lamp oil is made by mixing the blubber of deep-sea whales with the blood and essence of disciples, and it can only be ignited after several talismans are attached to it.
When the light goes out, it means a person has died.
Direct disciples are already important figures in the Xuanmen.
Every death is extremely painful.
Inside the Yuheng Palace.
The man in green reported what happened in the hall to Elder Yuheng.
The sect leader is in seclusion.
As the grand elder, Yuheng became the head of Xuanmen.
"You said Baiwei is dead? When did they come down the mountain?"
"Seven years ago, the cave of a supreme master appeared in Zhongzhou. They went there to train and see if they could gain some opportunities."
"When did they lose contact?"
"We lost contact a year ago. But they were already in Nanzhou at the time, and there aren't many experts in Nanzhou. We didn't care about losing contact for a year or two. Besides, with Zhai Tianfang following them, we don't think they'll be in any danger."
The man in green organized the information he had obtained and said.
"Bai Wei is dead. Zhai Tianfang should have reported the news to the sect. Did something go wrong among them?"
"Elder, do you mean that there might be internal strife among them?"
"It's not impossible. According to the intelligence, they are pursuing a wandering cultivator who possesses a supreme treasure."
The man in green lowered his head.
There is another possibility, maybe he was killed by that casual cultivator?
But this possibility is too small.
"Huo Fei, go down the mountain and take a look. Find them and bring them back."
"Elder, regarding the Soul Lamp Hall..."
"Let Zhao Wu come! He's already at the third level of the Imperial Spirit Realm, and it's time for him to calm down."
Elder Yuheng pondered.
Ten years ago, Zhai Tianfang brought Zhao Wu back, and many elders in the sect were stunned by Zhao Wu's talent.
really.
In just five years, he broke through to become a spiritual master.
Another five years passed, and he reached the third level of Yuling.
He is only twenty-three or twenty-four years old now.
In another twenty years, I will probably be able to reach the peak of the Spirit Control Realm.
With such a speed of cultivation, it is not an exaggeration to call him the number one person in Xuanmen.
"yes!"
Huo Fei withdrew.
This year, Huo Fei is already 180 years old.
A cultivator who enters the Xiantian realm can live twenty more years, and another fifty years if he enters the Yuling realm.
The average Yuling Realm cultivator lives at least seventy years longer than an ordinary person.
For Saint-level masters, the number is doubled.
One hundred and eighty years old is still very young for a cultivator like him.
"Nanzhou, a secular place with weak vitality. Forget it, I can't break through for the time being anyway. So let's go!"
Huo Fei is the third direct disciple of Xuanmen.
The ninth level of Saint-level cultivation.
A strong contender for the future leader of Xuanmen.
Of course, this only works if the sect leader is willing to retire and Zhao Wu has not yet grown up.
Everyone in Xuanmen knows it.
Once Zhao Wu grows up, Huo Fei will most likely be squeezed out.
After handing over to Zhao Wu, Huo Fei simply packed his luggage and was about to leave.
"Brother, please stay!"
Behind him, a heroic young man appeared and stopped Huo Fei.
Huo Fei looked back.
On a cold and hard face, half of the black hair was casually scattered, and the other half covered half of the face.
Every gesture is accompanied by elegance and nobility.
"Junior Brother Zhao, what advice do you have for me?"
Although the young man who stopped him was only at the third level of the Spirit Control Realm, Huo Fei did not dare to be negligent in the slightest.
This person is Zhao Wu.
At such a young age, he is already a direct disciple of Xuanmen.
"I dare not ask you to teach me. I heard that you might pass by Xia Country when you are going to the secular world. I want to ask you a favor?"
"But you can say it!"
"Brother Tuo, take a letter home."
Zhao Wu scratched his head in embarrassment.
Asking a senior brother who is a saint-level master to deliver a letter to him seems like a fool's behavior no matter how you look at it.
But he had been away from home for ten years and he missed it very much.
"No problem! I hope that Junior Brother will cultivate well and strive to break through to the Saint level as soon as possible so that he can travel freely."
Huo Fei said.
There is a rule for direct disciples that they cannot leave Xuanmen until they reach the Saint level.
Inner disciples cannot leave until they reach the Yuling Realm.
In fact, many direct disciples have been at the Saint level for many years.
Zhao Wu's situation is indeed special.
In the blink of an eye, Liu Rui had been married into the Zhao family for five months.
Zhao Laoqi still looks like a dandy.
Even though he married a beautiful wife, she was still the eldest princess, and he went to a brothel less than three days after the marriage.
I haven't been home for two months now.
The Zhao family, in the courtyard of Zhao Laoqi.
The sound of the piano is lingering and continuous, sometimes lingering and melodious, sometimes ups and downs.
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