Chapter 100 Chapter 100 Back to the Past
"Senior sister... has reached the top of the wish list."
He was not surprised, but read something in this confusing message.
Sang Ling is not dead!
She survived!
Immortal Xiang Heng and Hua Ying did not know that Sang Ling had almost lost her life, but they could guess something from Ping Jia's reaction, and they both breathed a sigh of relief.
Whether it was because of the good news or something else, Ping Jia's whole person softened, and the smile on his face was genuine. He stood beside Xiang Heng Xian Zun and said in a friendly tone, "Master, please be faster."
Perhaps feeling the familiar relationship between master and disciple, Immortal Xiang Heng's expression softened. He poured spiritual power into the spirit boat, and the speed of the spirit boat increased a bit.
At noon, the spirit boat had already arrived at the Demon Realm. When they really arrived at the Demon Realm, Xiang Heng, the Immortal Venerable and the other two were all silent. Starting from the outermost part of the Demon Realm, wherever there were people, there were people cheering and celebrating. The sound could be heard clearly without having to be identified. They were celebrating Sang Ling for being ranked first on the wish list.
Until this moment, Immortal Master Xiang Heng and Hua Ying were completely silent. They naturally knew that Sang Ling had reached the top of the wish list, but it was only when they saw it in person that they felt it was real. Amid the cheers of the whole city, they couldn't help but think of the time when Sang Ling was still in Cang Wu Immortal Mansion. Most of the disciples in the sect also loved Sang Ling so much. At that time, they always wondered why Sang Ling couldn't be a little gentler, a little more sensible, a little more considerate of them, why couldn't she be a little more like Lian Wan...
The sound of fireworks interrupted my thoughts. The spirit boat had already arrived outside the Chaos City, which is the largest city in the Demon Realm and also the most lively place.
Spirit boats could not fly over Chao City, and Immortal Master Xiang Heng and his companions did not want their whereabouts to be known by the Demon Master, so they had to collect their spirit boats outside the city and walk into Chao City.
Ping Jia led the way in front, while Immortal Xiang Heng and Hua Ying walked behind without saying a word. They had naturally been to the Demon Realm before, and it was precisely because of this that they were so surprised now.
What kind of existence is the demon world? It is a place of extreme desolation and inhumanity. All cultivators are terrified when they mention it. It is extremely prosperous and extremely dark here, but now...
Immortal Master Xiang Heng pushed away the cultivator who was full of joy and anger and wanted to recommend Sang Ling to him. Ping Jia pursed his lips and looked at the positive energy quotes of Sang Ling posted on both sides of the street. Then the two of them stood silently outside the largest Treasure Pavilion in the Three Realms. The Treasure Pavilion used a ten-meter-long banner to announce that the finale treasure of today's auction was Sang Ling's diamond-encrusted record.
In silence, a ferocious-looking monk from the demon world walked towards them. Immortal Master Xiang Heng frowned. He didn't want to cause trouble, but it was a law that the demon world hated monks from the immortal world.
"Fellow Daoists from the Immortal Realm, you are here to celebrate our Sangsang's ascent to the summit, right?"
The spiritual power in Immortal Xiang Heng's hands loosened, but his brows furrowed even tighter.
The demon cultivators were extremely enthusiastic, and all of their enthusiasm actually came from their identities as immortal cultivators, and, Sangsang...
Xiangheng Immortal Master He Huaying became even more silent and ignored the cultivator.
They passed through bustling streets filled with the sound of Sangling music, from prosperity to desolation, from the inner city to the outer city. Immortal Xiang Heng slowed down his pace and his expression gradually became stern. At this moment, he took a step forward, and the ruined outer city seemed to have suddenly changed its appearance. The houses stood upright, clean and tidy. Walking further forward, there was a huge stage.
There were many cultivators standing outside the stage. A look of confusion flashed across Ping Jia's face, but he did not show it as he continued to move forward with Immortal Xiang Heng and Hua Ying.
Hua Ying asked, "Does Sang Ling live here?"
Pingjia nodded, "Senior Sister usually lives here."
There was some doubt on Hua Ying's face, but once he got near the stage, the doubt disappeared in an instant.
The spiritual energy here is so abundant that it has even turned into mist. Every step you take can stir up the spiritual energy. All of this is due to the treasures here. They are so dense that there is a treasure for every step. The deeper you go in, the more abundant the spiritual energy is. It is simply unimaginable to be able to live here.
Sang Ling's residence is behind the stage. It is not tall and luxurious, not much different from the pavilion of the oiran's villa, but its location is in the center of spiritual energy, which is the most precious thing.
There are no more cultivators here. If you walk a few more steps forward, you will reach Sang Ling’s residence.
Xiang Heng Xian Zun and Hua Ying stopped in their tracks. When they got here, they suddenly felt a little timid. What should they do after seeing Sang Ling...
Pingjia did not urge them, but stood there waiting for them. Only when they were ready did he lead them forward.
But before they could take a step forward, a flash of lightning exploded beneath their feet. At the same time, a loud shout came from the side: "Who are you? Don't come near!"
The three of them looked together and saw a group of cultivators led by the Prince of Jiecheng. A rough estimate showed that there were hundreds of them. These cultivators had very high cultivation bases. Even the Immortal Venerable Xiang Heng would have to think twice when facing such a group of cultivators.
This group of people probably took the initiative to help Sang Ling guard the door, otherwise the fans in front of the stage would have surrounded the place in an instant.
Ping Jia naturally knew the Prince of Jiecheng. Even if Immortal Xiangheng and Hua Ying didn't know him, they could get a glimpse of his abilities from the cultivation of these people. Immortal Xiangheng was now eager to see Sang Ling and didn't want to bother with others, but with such a group of highly skilled cultivators around, he didn't want to cause trouble.
Hua Ying's brows had already been furrowed, and he had already pulled out most of the magic sword in his hand.
Immortal Xiang Heng raised his hand and pressed down the spiritual sword in Hua Ying's hand, "Who are you?"
Xiang Heng Immortal Venerable rarely left Cang Wu Immortal Mansion. The Jiecheng Prince and the others did not recognize him. They looked at Xiang Heng Immortal Venerable and the other three with suspicion, and were on high alert. "This is Sang Ling's residence, leave immediately!"
As he moved, the ornament on Prince Jiecheng's head shook twice. He reached out to fix it, still with a warning look on his face.
Only then did Immortal Xiang Heng and his companions notice the thing above his head: a small human-shaped jade piece swaying in the wind. The jade piece was carved very finely, and one could recognize it as Sang Ling at a glance.
Looking more closely, the people behind Prince Jiecheng had more or less ornaments with the word "Sangsang" engraved on them on their hands or heads. The pink and tender ornaments made these ferocious demon monks even more terrifying.
The identities of this group of people are also obvious, they are Sang Ling’s veteran fans.
Ping Jia was not surprised, but Hua Ying looked strange. Xiang Heng looked at Shang Ke and said with a frown, "I am Master Sang Ling. Since you are here to protect Sang Ling, please tell her to come to see you as soon as possible."
The group of people led by the Prince of Jiecheng looked at each other, and finally drew out their spiritual weapons together.
"You are the 88th person who claims to be Sangsang's master today, but you are the first one who dares to say that you have summoned Sangsang to see you."
Immortal Master Xiang Heng frowned deeply. There were naturally many ways to prove his identity, but before he could open his mouth, he heard the mocking voices of the cultivators in front of him.
"The prince of the demon tribe plucked out the heart-protecting scales and gave them to me, but Sang Sang didn't even look at me."
"The day before yesterday, the Sword Saint came here to offer his natal spirit sword, but he was unable to see Sangsang."
"Even the Demon Lord is pleased with Sangsang and is willing to be her fan!"
"You illegitimate fans, are you worthy enough to see my idol!"
Xiang Heng Xian Zun didn't know what an idol was, and he had no idea what a stalker fan was, but he could tell the sarcasm without any words.
Immortal Master Xiang Heng raised his hand, and the magic sword in Hua Ying's hand was unsheathed in an instant. The spiritual power around him also began to grow rapidly, and the face of the Prince of Jiecheng quickly darkened.
The Divine Realm...
So what? The person facing him was not just a prince of Jiecheng, nor just hundreds of cultivators, but Sang Ling's huge and endless fan base that enabled him to top the wish list.
Immortal Master Xiang Heng, who has such a high level of cultivation, has already proven his identity, but this group of people in front of him still refuses to back down and even has a hidden desire to fight.
The prince of Jiecheng carefully took off the small human-shaped jade piece on his head and put it close to his body. What a joke! The one who came was Immortal Venerable Xiangheng, who deserved to be beaten. Did he really think that no one stood up for Sang Ling from Cangwu Immortal Palace back then?
As the battle was raging, the gate to the villa behind them slowly opened.
“Stop.”
Hearing the voice, Immortal Master Xiang Heng's gaze swept across the hundreds of cultivators and went straight to the end.
Sang Ling, the living Sang Ling...
The demon monks in front of him, who had been ferocious and full of fighting spirit just now, suddenly became strangely obedient in the blink of an eye. Their voices trembled twice, and they called out with a tail tone: "Sangsang."
Sang Ling looked straight ahead, not even glancing at Xiang Heng and the others, and only said to Jie Cheng Prince and the others:
"It's okay. I have set up a formation here so no one can enter. You don't have to stay here. The stage will be tomorrow. Go back and have a good rest."
The Prince of Jiecheng and the others just smiled but had no intention of leaving at all. They almost had the words "Beware of Immortal Xiang Heng" written on their faces.
Sang Ling finally stopped her gaze on Immortal Xiang Heng and the others. Immortal Xiang Heng and Hua Ying had complicated expressions on their faces, while Ping Jia looked a little strange.
Sang Ling was not surprised by their appearance. She put away the smile on her face and said calmly, "Come in."
Ping Jia wanted to say something but stopped himself. Immortal Xiang Heng and Hua Ying smiled slightly, thinking that Sang Ling must have softened her attitude since she was willing to see them, after all, they were from the same school.
The fans guarding the door made way for them and stared at the three people eagerly.
Immortal Master Xiang Heng no longer cared about any hostility or offense. He stroked his trembling fingertips and walked towards Sang Ling step by step. In front of him was Sang Ling, and behind him were Hua Ying and Ping Jia. He seemed to be walking step by step towards the past that had long been lost.
I can still go back...
As he took a step, a formation suddenly appeared under his feet, and the attack that had been accumulated for who knows how long suddenly hit Immortal Xiang Heng heavily in the chest.
This formation was a bit strange. Even someone at the Spirit Transformation Realm was still struck by this powerful attack and caused him to spit out blood.
Immortal Master Xiang Heng raised his eyes to look at Sang Ling, but saw that her face was still indifferent, but there was also some shock in her indifference.
If this formation wasn't created by Sang Ling, then who was it...
His thoughts lasted only a second, and in the next second, Immortal Xiang Heng caught the spiritual sword that attacked him from behind. His eyes were slightly stunned, and he looked straight at Ping Jia with murderous intent on his face.
This strange formation was not aimed at him alone. Hua Ying, whose cultivation level was not even at the Spirit Transformation Realm, was already seriously injured on the ground.
It was obvious that Pingjia wanted to kill them.
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