"Asking the gods is..."
Yuan Qingling believed that he had not been the sect leader for nothing all these years. Although the Hidden Moon Sword Sect was just a small sect, he knew a lot about it.
If he were truly a fraud, he wouldn't have become the sect leader, nor would he have seized the opportunity to come to Xuanyun Sect to pick up the scraps.
Although in the end he was the one who was picked up.
This was the first time he had ever heard of the concept of "asking the gods."
"Does this have anything to do with my master?"
"I don't know," Ai Fengling said, confused.
Yuan Qingling thought he must be lying to her. "Didn't Martial Uncle borrow the Golden Crow for my Master?"
"yes."
"Then why don't you know?"
"I don't know if it's right or wrong." A bitter smile appeared on his lips. "That god doesn't want to see the world in chaos, and neither do we, so we have to ask her some questions. If it were her, what would she do?"
"What my master means is that this world..." At this moment, Yuan Qingling suddenly thought of the demons that had escaped from the Formless Illusion and the demon saintess's faction that were making trouble near the sect, "The demons will eventually reappear in the world and sweep across the human realm, is that right?"
"Yes, my senior sister has suffered a lot. Our three lives shouldn't be borne by her alone."
"Yours, and..." Yuan Qingling was embarrassed.
"The Seven Peaks have three sword cultivators and one magic cultivator."
"The magic cultivator is that Uncle-Master Song who only cares about array diagrams? The sword cultivator, you, and who else? The eldest grand-uncle?"
“Your Uncle Shan.” As if remembering something, he smiled, “Their relationship wasn’t as bad as it is now. On the contrary, I was the one with the bad temper. Back then, your Uncle Shan always knew how to please your master.”
"Then why..."
"Because of me."
"Um?"
“I should have died, but your master risked his life to save me. From then on, she carried my life on her shoulders. It’s true that your Uncle Shan has always doted on your master since childhood, but the two of them have always been competing with each other. This matter is a knot in your Uncle Shan’s heart, but my senior sister has forgotten the memory of this process of saving me.”
"The same as going to the Burning Heaven Gate?"
As the saying goes, "the onlooker sees more of the game than the player," and that's exactly the case right now.
Upon hearing Yuan Qingling's words, a ripple flickered in Ai Fengling's previously colorless eyes. He slowly raised his head and said, "Tonight, right tonight, you must keep this safe."
"Master Uncle, you wouldn't hurt Master, right?"
"yes."
“Then I trust you.” Yuan Qingling nodded solemnly. “After I finish this matter, I will go to see my master.”
“That’s how it should be,” he said.
"Hey! I've heard that the Burning Heaven Sect is a taboo of your Xuan Yun Sect. You actually believe that cripple's words?"
"Go if you want, don't go if you don't!" Yuan Qingling had gotten a general idea of his temper these past few days. He punched Jinwu on the forehead. "How many times have I told you? That's my master. If you keep acting like this..."
"Just throw me out! You can't give me this strong demonic aura anymore! I know that." Jinwu said sullenly, "I'm not saying this to be mean, but you Xuan Masters love to keep people in suspense, you're all so annoying."
"I am also a Xuan Master."
"I'm telling you, you're annoying!" Jinwu sneered. "Really, I hate you to death."
"Keep your voice down." Yuan Qingling covered his mouth, and the two rolled into the bushes.
The Burning Heaven Gate is a special place for the Xuan Yun Sect. While most families would send someone to maintain their ancestral halls, this place is completely idle. Perhaps some peak master would send someone to take a look when he remembers it.
But tonight, there are quite a few uninvited guests here.
Yuan Qingling was neither the first nor the last to arrive.
"What's going on here?" The human and the demon communicated telepathically. "I usually don't see any Xuan Masters when I fly around here, why is it so lively tonight? Could that cripple have sent you here to die?"
Yuan Qingling remained silent. Although he looked like a child now, his mentality was many times more mature than that of the little monster in front of him. "Let's watch the show!"
"If you're going to look, then look. Why are you being so fierce?" Jinwu retorted.
There were no lights lit in front of the Burning Heaven Gate, and there were guards dressed in black robes, so their faces could not be seen.
Yuan Qingling had been on the mountain for some time and was quite familiar with the various peaks and courtyards. She had never seen anyone on the mountain dressed like this before, especially at night, which made this group all the more special.
"Did you find it?" someone came out from inside the door, and the person outside asked.
"No, it's gone."
"Disappeared? How could it disappear?"
"How am I supposed to know? It's been stored for tens of thousands of years, and it's just gone like that."
"That's the mistress of the house, who can take her away?"
“Unless…” the man said cautiously, seemingly frightened by his own conjecture, “unless, she left voluntarily.”
"She, that tyrant, has been dead for over a thousand years, how could this be, how could this be..."
"Hurry!" said the vigilant man in the shadows. "It looks like someone's coming."
"Clean it up."
There were only five or six people in the group, and they were not very tall. They disappeared quickly, and they seemed to be very familiar with the terrain of Xuan Yun Sect.
Yuan Qingling couldn't help but think of those demonic cultivators who had gone to Wanzhang Peak to steal Qiao Yu. These people were probably already lurking in the Xuanyun Sect, and they had been acting on the orders of the demon race.
"Let's go!"
"Quiet down! Didn't you hear anyone say someone's coming?" Yuan Qingling snapped.
He was very familiar with the person who came this time; it was his senior uncle.
Huo Yongfei held a bundle of incense and candles in his hands. He went in for a while and came out. When he left, he carefully closed the door. He showed great piety towards this place where ancestors and descendants meet.
Just as Yuan Qingling was about to leave, another person arrived. Shan Hongxing probably didn't know Huo Yongfei had been there. He stood at the door as if he had noticed something, "A demon?"
Yuan Qingling was stunned for a moment when she heard the voice. Shan Hongxing was on the verge of being promoted because of his master's words "a good sword is durable". Everyone thought he was going to be promoted, but he did not.
He pushed open the door, went inside and wandered around for a bit, then slowly walked back. "Xiao Wu, I'm afraid you really can't do this by yourself."
Yuan Qingling lay motionless in the grass, the branches blocking his view so that Shan Hongxing wouldn't see him. But he felt like he was already in Shan Hongxing's sight. He didn't know how long this stalemate lasted, but Shan Hongxing finally left.
"Go in." He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "Wait for me outside. If something's wrong, turn into an ordinary crow and go in to find me."
"Oh." Jinwu, who had wanted to go in with them, was sullen, but forced by Yuan Qingling's tyrannical power, he had no choice but to stand guard outside the door. "Remember, demonic energy, I want to absorb as much as I want."
"Whatever you say!" Since you're treating me like a father, my son can do whatever makes him happy.
With almost no effort, Yuan Qingling found Wen Jingge's longevity tablet, which was also the first time he had ever seen someone else's longevity tablet.
A crack had appeared on the jade pendant, and there was a small gap at the bottom, as if someone had used some advanced magic to piece together a jade pendant that was about to break.
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