"Master, calm down. I am from the Ji family."
The old man reacted quickly and realized that he was at a life-and-death situation, so he immediately revealed his identity.
"Ji family?"
A trace of doubt flashed in the eyes of several people, because they had never heard of this family. The world of immortal cultivation is so vast that a family from a small place would not be famous in the south of the world. Unless it is a great immortal sect like the Qionghua Sect.
"The Ji family of the Seven Kingdoms, Xiaobao and I escaped from the north."
Seeing that the three people were puzzled, the old man had to continue explaining.
"Our Ji family has a magical power called soul transfer. It can swap the souls of two people without affecting their bodies."
The soul is easy to transfer!
For an old monster that is about to decay, it is the supreme life-extending magic. All he needs to do is find a young and energetic body and transfer his soul to it, and he can be reborn! Although there are many restrictions and even hidden dangers in this, it is also a straw for a dying person!
The Ji family met with this fate because the news of this technique leaked.
"The Ji family of the Seven Kingdoms, someone from the Nine Poison Valley?"
Xianhe Chengfeng finally had an impression. He was also a demon cultivator in the Seven Kingdoms region, so he had naturally heard of the rumors about the Ji family. When Chen Luo first went down the mountain to do a mission, he also had contact with a member of the Ji family named Ji Baoyue.
It’s just that Chen Luo’s cultivation was too low at that time, so no one cared.
"Exactly."
Hearing Xianhe Chengfeng's words, the old man suddenly became energetic.
He fled here with his nephew in order to seek asylum. Xianhe Chengfeng was very famous in the Seven Kingdoms area before. Although they had no intersection before, it did not prevent him from coming to seek refuge. They were all cultivators from the same place, so they could have some hometown feelings.
"Please take me in, Master Chengfeng. I am willing to offer you the soul transfer technique of our Ji family."
Upon hearing this, the old man immediately asked for help.
He really had no way to escape. In order to escape to Gumo Mountain, the uncle and nephew went through a lot of hardships, and several of the tribesmen who accompanied them died on the way.
"Old friend from the Seven Kingdoms?"
Ao Ye asked casually.
Extermination of clans, revenge, and the plundering of magical powers. This is what happens every moment in the world of immortal cultivation. Ao Ye is no longer a rookie after practicing cultivation. He knows a lot of things and his mentality has changed. Just like when the Water Palace was destroyed. At that time, he only had the Black Horn King and the Water Palace in his eyes, and he felt that the Water Palace’s affairs were a big deal.
It seems especially ridiculous now.
When the Water Palace was destroyed, many things also happened in the sea outside, with the rise of the Son of Destiny and the destruction of other forces. These things were big things in the eyes of the parties involved, but they were just useless information in the eyes of outsiders.
The Ji family’s affairs were able to spread here because Old Man Ji appeared on the mountain.
If Old Man Ji and his nephew had not gone up the mountain, they would not have known even if the Ji family was destroyed.
"I guess so." Xianhe Chengfeng hesitated for a moment and nodded.
The Seven Kingdoms region no longer existed, and it was a blessing to meet two old friends. Especially the nephew of Old Man Ji, who had very good qualifications. There was a familiar aura on him that made him want to help.
"In that case."
Ao Ye nodded. Although he was not a good person, he was still willing to help others when he could.
Mu Xiaoyu didn't say a word the whole time. Ao Ye was the one who handled these trivial matters.
As the only Jindan cultivator in Gumo Mountain, the problems she has to face are even more troublesome. She has to solve all the problems that Ao Ye and the others cannot handle.
"I advise you two to think carefully before making a decision. Don't ruin the great foundation of Gumo Mountain because of a small matter."
Another foundation-building cultivator who was suppressed to the ground suddenly spoke.
"It's not me who wants to perform the soul transfer technique, but the Lord of Black Stone City."
When Black Stone City was mentioned, Xianhe Chengfeng and Ao Ye fell silent and looked at Mu Xiaoyu. Black Stone City was the largest city in the evil cultivation area. After the Qionghua Sect's Jianchi Peak entered the evil cultivation area, Black Stone City had been controlled by the Qionghua Sect.
Now that the Qionghua Sect has declined, the lord of Black Stone City has naturally been replaced by someone from Lingchi.
"Sister, how do we deal with this?"
Mu Xiaoyu was silent for a while. She hadn't solved her own troubles yet, and it would be irrational to provoke the Lord of Black Stone City again.
"You are the Shadow Sword Fairy, right?"
Sensing that the suppressive force on his body had weakened, the foundation-building cultivator on the ground slowly stood up, not forgetting to pat his clothes in the process.
"Young Master Xue's engagement is in three days. As the wedding is approaching, I hope Fairy will not forget the important matters. Otherwise, if Young Master is unhappy, more than one or two people will die." The smile on the face of the Foundation Establishment cultivator became more and more intense.
He loved to bully these bound monks the most.
This kind of person has too many concerns. He will consider the people around him when making any choice. His weaknesses are too obvious. This is also the main reason why Master Xue dares to bully Mu Xiaoyu. If Mu Xiaoyu was the kind of lawless evil cultivator, they would not come to provoke him.
"So, you'd better take the initiative."
The face of the foundation-building cultivator who was speaking suddenly changed. A huge force beyond his comprehension acted on him. His body was like being smashed by a huge mountain. After a series of "crackling" sounds, he collapsed into a round bloody meat pie in an incredible way, and a circle of blood splashed on the ground around him.
This scene made the three people in the room stunned.
Nascent Soul cultivator!
Mu Xiaoyu's face changed.
Only Nascent Soul cultivators can avoid her perception.
Squeak.
The wooden door opened.
Two figures walked in from outside, one person and one turtle. When they saw the newcomers, the two people and the crane in the room were stunned for a moment. The old man from the Ji family next to them was so scared that he swallowed his saliva! Looking at the blood and flesh on the ground, he couldn't believe it for a moment.
This is a major foundation-building renovation!
The existence that could occupy the first-level spiritual vein in the evil cultivation area and become a king and ancestor, now died in front of him. There was no fighting process, no cursing and begging for mercy, the whole process was as simple as pressing an ant to death.
“Master?!”
Mu Xiaoyu and Ao Ye were even more shocked. They never expected to meet Chen Luo in such a situation. Looking at the foundation-building cultivator who had turned into a pool of blood and mud, they felt their shoulders lighten and all the pressure disappeared.
There are people behind them.
"Just the two of you? Where's Ding Zhao?"
Chen Luo looked around but did not see the familiar face.
When he left Gumo Mountain, he left it to Ding Zhao and his wife to manage. He also accepted five registered disciples on this mountain, but none of them are seen now.
"Junior Brother Ding failed to break through the barrier a few years ago and has passed away."
When Mu Xiaoyu heard this, her eyes dimmed a little.
Unlike Ao Ye, Mu Xiaoyu and Ding Zhao have some friendship. She chose to escape to Gumo Mountain because of this. It's a pity that she is not a big figure like Master after all, and many things cannot be changed. Leaving Chen Luo's cultivation world, it seems particularly cruel.
The crane folded its wings and stood aside, looking Chen Luo up and down. Now he could not see through Chen Luo's cultivation at all. In his eyes, Chen Luo was just a phantom, completely undetectable, which was a sign of a huge difference in realm.
"Are these all your disciples?"
The flower-backed tortoise looked at the people in the room with surprise.
He didn't understand why Chen Luo, a great cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, would accept several juniors as his disciples, including one at the Foundation Establishment stage. Could it be that there was some cause and effect involved? The Fate Turtle Clan believed in fate the most.
"This spiritual pet looks good, but its cultivation is a little lacking."
His eyes swept across Mu Xiaoyu and Ao Ye, and finally fell on Xianhe Chengfeng.
This sentence made Chengfeng's face darken, and his awe of the Nascent Soul cultivators disappeared. He pointed at the flower-backed turtle's nose and started cursing.
"Your mount is pretty ugly too!"
The flower-backed turtle's face turned dark.
Boom boom boom.
Outside, Du Qiuxian finally arrived with the old man's nephew.
"Eighth Master? You are not dead."
As soon as the little brat entered the room, he yelled at the old man in the house. After he finished speaking, he realized something was wrong. The people in the house were all standing obediently by the side, including the crane who had shown his prowess in the market before.
"Uncle Master?!"
Du Qiuxian knew Chen Luo. He entered Shenhu Xianmen because of Chen Luo's relationship. Later, he also learned about the legend of this uncle through other people. Over the years, he has always taken his uncle as his goal, and he has always kept his father's wish in mind.
Seeking the way of immortality, and completing the path that our parents failed to walk.
"Yes, the foundation is very solid, and there is hope for building a foundation."
After seeing his old friend, Chen Luo showed a smile. With his current state, he could naturally see Du Qiuxian's background at a glance.
"Thank you, uncle."
Du Qiuxian responded politely.
After a few pleasantries, Chen Luo turned and walked outside.
Ding Zhao, the registered disciple, was different from the others. Chen Luo had known him when he first entered the Shenhu Immortal Sect. Later, by chance, Ding Zhao became his disciple. As a master, Chen Luo basically didn't teach Ding Zhao anything. On the contrary, Ding Zhao handled all the affairs of Gumo Mountain for decades.
"Master, this person is from Lingchi"
Ao Ye was a little worried.
He was afraid that his master had just returned and was not clear about the current situation in the Southern Region. Especially Fairy Lingchi, who was said to have broken through the Nascent Soul Realm and became a Spiritual Transformation cultivator. Several Nascent Souls from the upper realm were killed by her. Although Chen Luo was powerful, he should not have reached the Spiritual Transformation Realm yet.
"No problem."
Chen Luo's voice came from outside the door. These two simple words gave people an unprecedented sense of security.
Back mountain.
This area is the private land of Gumo Mountain.
Half of the mountain is covered by the formation, and the formation that Chen Luo left here in the past is still in operation.
Green plants covered the entire hillside. The breeze blew, and the wild grass and reeds swayed in the wind, just like the swaying of the sea. There was a cemetery on the flat part of the hillside. In the innermost part stood two old graves, which were covered with weeds. Ding Zhao and his wife lay in the graves, and beside them were buried important members of Gumo Mountain.
Among these graves, Chen Luo saw several familiar names.
There are the Patriarch of the Sun Family and the Patriarch of the Liu Family. These are the old men who first fled to Gumo Mountain, and they are no longer here.
Time leaves no trace, and always passes by inadvertently.
When you look back, you will find that the past is long gone, leaving only the past weathered by frost and eroded by dust. Even the names of people on the mottled stone tablets have become blurred.
The wind is howling.
The blue shirt is blown up.
Mu Xiaoyu and Ao Ye stood behind Chen Luo. Because they had been staying in Gumo Mountain, their feelings were not as deep as Chen Luo's. The death of Ding Zhao and Sun Yanyan was a long time ago for them, and their daughters also became Mu Xiaoyu's disciples.
The Sun family still exists and is a famous foundation-building family in the market town.
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People are different. (End of this chapter)
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