"If your master is with them, nothing will happen to him, so you don't need to worry about it."
"Master..." Qiao Yu said, her head bowed and her voice choked with sobs, "Master is gone."
"Gone?" Yuan Qingling was stunned. "What do you mean, gone? Explain yourself!"
"It means exactly what it says, it's gone." He repeated.
Yuan Qingling found it strange that although he recognized each word individually, he couldn't understand what the sentence meant when put together.
"What, what do you mean? Is it what I thought, what I thought it meant?"
"Yes, Master, I... I committed suicide." Qiao Yu took a deep breath. "I could feel that after we came out, my senior brother's disgust for me grew stronger and stronger."
The junior sister was completely lost at that time, the junior brother and senior brother Yang both needed the care of the senior brother, and there was also a Buddhist monk from the Tantric sect who was acting strangely...
At that time, I was the most useless person, so I volunteered to ask for directions.
Let's see why Qianyan Capital has become an empty city, yet no one knows why.
Back then, this city existed; it wasn't flat land like it is now.
"Calm down." Shan Hongxing saw that his qi and blood were unstable, as if he was about to advance in rank again. Anyone on Wenjinge Mountain could advance in rank at will, but he was the only one who could not be stopped in time. "Hold your breath!"
Qiao Yu paused for a moment before continuing, "Uncle-Master, there's something strange about this city, about this place."
Why did your master commit suicide?
“We went to a very strange place where there was a wizard dressed in black robes who called his master ‘Ancestor’.”
"Ancestor?" Shan Hongxing frowned.
Wen Jingge was brought into the sect by his master, Bu Suanzi. When he entered, he was still a child. He had watched Wen Jingge grow up. What kind of strange place could people call Wen Jingge "Ancestor"?
"Yes, they were quite respectful to us at first, and they were still quite respectful to us in the end, except... the one they didn't respect much was Master."
"Your master has gotten into trouble?" Shan Hongxing seemed to have a better idea.
"No!" Qiao Yu argued, "From the beginning, they planned to have Master die as a sacrifice, saying that Master would attend a Ghost Festival, dressed up like a bride, and die under a very large tree."
After our master died, those people didn't make things difficult for us, and we returned to reality from a well.
"The monk, yes, it was the Tantric Buddhist monk, the Compassionate and Joyful Buddha, who first mentioned the well. Initially, no one could see it. After we came out, the Compassionate and Joyful Buddha also went mad."
"Where is the demon that's inside you?" Shan Hongxing raised an eyebrow.
Even if the demon who emerged from the ancient battlefield of the Illusionary Realm of No Form was in his glorious era tens of thousands of years ago, he wouldn't dare to kick Wen Jinge when she was down!
If he had helped her, why would Wen Jingge have committed suicide?
"They chased them away."
"Your master is kind, why is he showing off his abilities at a time like this!"
“No, yes, he wanted to stay in the end. I was driven away, but he stayed. The wizard said he was a sinner and needed to be punished.”
"A sinner?" Shan Hongxing was even more confused.
“Yes, they are traitors. They say that Master is a god. They say that after Master dies, a heavenly ladder will fall down, and the god will come down from the heavenly ladder to wash away the sins of the human world. There are four entrances there, and Master and I went to the peak mountain.”
"What place did you just say?" Yuan Qingling doubted her own hearing again.
"Peak Mountain! Junior Brother Yuan, do you perhaps know about it?"
“Let me ask.” Yuan Qingling shook the golden crow that was dozing on his shoulder. “Hey! Wake up, what are those four places to ask the gods? You recite them every night before you go to sleep.”
"Peak Mountain, Qingqiu Lake, Pingchuan Valley, Mogan City. Where am I supposed to find these four?! That cripple..." He suddenly snapped out of his daze, realizing Shan Hongxing was still there, his feathers fluttering. "Achoo! Master Ai is finding the Land of Inquiry very difficult, he can't find it at all, okay?"
"Peak Mountain is the current seventh peak of Xuanyun Sect. I have been to Pingchuan Valley, which is located in Qinghe Mountain, which we are about to visit."
"Qinghe Mountain..." Qiao Yu only knew about the demon invasion and was unaware that she was going to participate in the trial. "Go, what are we going there for?"
"Originally, it was supposed to be your master who went," Shan Hongxing sighed, but now, "Let's not worry about that for now. Let's find your senior brothers and talk to them in detail on the way."
"Can't we really talk about this some more?" In Yang Wennan's mind, this was something that had to be done; he didn't want to clash with Wang Xiqi.
"I've already talked to you." Wang Xi's hand never stopped shooting arrows.
Just as Yang Wennan vaguely knew that fate was inescapable, Wang Xi, who was naive and inexperienced in the ways of the world, had always dreamed of defying destiny. However, things didn't go as planned, and everything she encountered didn't turn out the way she expected...
She was very agitated, and as a result, the thirteen figures in the pavilion in the middle of the lake were forced to take Yang Wennan hostage because of her bow and arrow.
"Senior brother, why can't you be more flexible?"
"What about Master..."
"How do you know Master is definitely dead!" Wang Xi roared at him, "Come here! You said fate cannot be changed, right! The Soul Clan is the Thirteen Moon Clan, that's what you said."
"Yes, the Thirteen Moon Clan."
“Then…do you know…” Wang Xi exhaled a breath of stale air, the bow already fully drawn, “our clan has another name.”
"Wh-what?"
"Shoot the moon..."
An arrow was shot out and pierced Yang Wennan's arm.
The White Deer clan was wiped out, and one branch became the Moon Shooter. The Grand Master sensed something in her bow...
Wang Xi wasn't sure if this was true or not; it was the only way she could think of to convince Yang Wennan that fate could be changed.
"The thirteenth month, shooting the moon..."
"It'll only be normal in December, and one will be shot off..."
"Senior brother, do you remember? You promised me you'd go to the Treasure Pavilion and pick out a suitable weapon. Are you trying to go back on your word now?"
"I wouldn't dare." Yang Wennan collapsed.
The monsters rushed toward his body, seemingly quite pleased with the corpse.
"Mine, it's mine..."
"Mine...my..."
"roll!"
"I'll do it." Liang Si pressed down on her hand that was holding the bow and arrow, and took out a weapon that hadn't been used for a long time and wasn't very handy. It was a hammer. Because of this weapon, Wen Jingge had once called him a shill.
Isn't that a shill?
Now that his master is gone, and his grandmaster is gone, he is the only one left on the entire Wanzhang Peak who can take charge.
His master really trusts him!
Why didn't he see it before?
Rumble!
As he pondered these thoughts, the thunderclouds in the sky gradually gathered in their direction. Wang Xi frowned slightly. "Senior Brother, when did Master teach you the spell to summon lightning? Teach me too!"
"...Think more about the good things about your master, and you will naturally learn."
Thunderclouds have the power to ward off evil spirits, and right now those wandering souls that have emerged from the Hundred Ghosts Feast are precisely what it is targeting.
"Is that so?" She clearly didn't believe it.
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