"Master Wen, you haven't come again?"
Many sects have arrived at Qinghe Mountain, and everyone is exchanging greetings. Shan Hongxing was the last to arrive from the Xuanyun Sect, and the ceremony will begin in two days.
Wen Jingge's nameplate on the Xuanmen list reads "Number One Swordsman Under Heaven".
She herself has always been combative, and only began to seclude herself more than fifty years ago, withdrawing from worldly affairs.
But back then, the demons were far less rampant than they are now. There were only a few demon cultivators causing trouble, and sending out a few disciples was enough to deal with them. It was nothing like now, where the entire demon race has come out.
Although Wen Jingge is aloof and has a bad temper, she is truly capable. No one here dares to offend her, and they will inevitably have to trouble her in this demon-slaying battle.
Logically speaking, given Wen Jingge's personality, she should have arrived earlier than Shan Hongxing. However, the fact that this person who could speak with her hadn't come made many people uneasy.
"She probably won't be able to come."
Without offering further explanation, Shan Hongxing led his disciples away.
Fan Zifan was still discussing pharmacology with someone when he looked up and sensed a murderous aura drifting from afar. When he looked closer, he found that the disciples following behind him were in low spirits, and they had even put on their old clothes again.
"Wang Xi!" Fan Zifan called out to the last person.
But Wang Xi was like a walking corpse, completely ignoring his words, and mechanically continued walking forward.
"I've heard that Master Wen and Master Shan have never gotten along. It seems that's true?"
"Didn't you see? I just asked one question, and look at the long face I got!"
"Don't you guys think the disciples' clothes are a bit strange? I remember their Xuan Yun Sect changed their attire, with brocade flying fish and various colors, but these disciples are still wearing the old clothes..."
"Could it be that something happened to the Xuan Yun Sect first?"
"Shut your mouth! If something happens to the Xuan Yun Sect, how can the subsequent disciple trials proceed?"
"I have a foul mouth, I have a foul mouth." The man laughed and slapped himself. The smile on his face vanished abruptly as he did so, because someone was watching him.
"What did my junior brother just say? Please explain more clearly, Palace Master of Hundred Flowers Palace. I was too far away to hear clearly."
“Well…” Wei Qian said awkwardly, “It means your junior sister, Immortal Master Wen, won’t be coming.”
"I won't be coming." Fan Zifan nodded thoughtfully, bowed to him, and then left. "Thank you. Please ask the Hundred Flowers Palace and the Sun and Moon Alliance not to spread this matter."
"Oh, okay."
After Fan Zifan left, Hongli and Wei Qian were both completely confused. "What did he mean by saying not to tell anyone?"
Wei Qian shrugged, but his mind was elsewhere. "How would I know? Don't we both know the same thing?"
"Third brother, you're being reckless." These were Fan Zifan's first words upon entering the room. "Even if you two have a huge conflict, you shouldn't embarrass each other in front of others..."
"Uncle-Master!" Wang Xi rushed to him as soon as she saw him, tears streaming down her face. "Uncle-Master, I missed you so much."
"Oh my gosh, your senior uncle misses you too!"
Fan Zifan patted her back. Of all the Seven Peaks, he and Ai Fengling were the ones who cared about Wen Xiaowu the most, and he also went to Wanzhang Peak the most, since Ai Fengling's leg was inconvenient.
It's understandable that this child is so clingy.
But why does the atmosphere in the room still feel so strange?
"Xiao Yi." Wang Xichong waved to Ling Yi.
Since separating from Wen Jingge, he had been clinging to Yang Wennan. Now that his senior sister had called him by name, he was still a little uncomfortable and reluctantly stepped forward, calling out, "Senior Aunt".
He has too many senior uncles and no master, so he doesn't want to acknowledge them. Besides, they carry an aura that he finds repulsive.
“This is…” Fan Zifan was stunned.
"This is the junior brother that Master has recently found." Wang Xi wiped away her tears and looked at him very seriously. "The junior brother lost Master as soon as he entered the sect. Shouldn't your senior uncle take care of him?"
"Hmm...okay, but I can't teach him swordsmanship." Fan Zifan squatted down, quite fond of the child, or rather, he liked any child except for Yuan Qingling, who had been artificially rejuvenated: "How about you learn pharmacology with me?"
"It's useless if you don't learn it."
"Little boy, what's your last name?"
"My name is Ling Yi." Although Ling Yi was reluctant, he still stretched out his hand to appease his senior sister's instructions. However, he was very straightforward. "Senior Uncle, one hundred spirit stones for one question. Senior sister said that this is the gift that Senior Uncle should give me when we meet."
Fan Zifan: ...
"Hehehe, I just wanted everyone to relax a bit." Wang Xi forced a smile.
"Oh, so you're happy to try and extort money from your senior apprentice, huh?"
"Then..." Wang Xi pouted, took Ling Yi's hand, and hid behind Shan Hongxing.
Ever since he concluded that Wen Jinge was dead, Shan Hongxing has become a completely different person. He used to be so aloof, but now he's incredibly down-to-earth. His disciples were basically spoiled on the way from Mogan City because Shan Hongxing did everything himself.
They treated Wen Jingge's disciples with great kindness, so much so that now that something happened, Wang Xi instinctively hid behind Shan Hongxing.
"That's strange!" Fan Zifan clicked his tongue several times.
This is truly a rare occurrence.
"Senior Uncle, have you discovered something?"
"Why are there only a few of you?" Fan Zifan looked at Qiao Yu, who had spoken. "Where's your senior brother? And... um, Yang Wennan, are you blind?"
His gaze then fell on the cane beside Yang Wennan's feet. He was sitting in a chair, and only Ling Yi had been with him before. He asked in surprise, "You're lame too? Goodness! What kind of trouble did you go through to come down the mountain!"
"Uncle-Master." Yang Wennan hesitated for a moment, then took out a recording stone from his person.
This is what he left by the well when he left. Later, it was probably discovered by someone, and the stone was covered up with something.
After leaving Mogan City, they returned to the place they had been before.
Whether God came or not, whether the ladder to heaven descended, they did not know.
The only thing they knew was that the place where they had left and then found traces of her reappeared at the spot where Liang Si had marked it. However, they couldn't find Liang Si, nor could they find Wen Jinge's remains. Even the towering tree had been burned to ashes.
Looking at it this way, that place really exists, a heavenly ladder leading to the realm of gods. Perhaps, it's not the same as the ladder they imagined to be used to build a bridge.
The place was a mess, littered with debris, and didn't look like a place where one could possibly escape.
Moreover, they saw Wen Jingge die clearly; once her head fell to the ground, there was no chance she could have survived.
"Master is dead."
"This photographic stone was found later; I dug it out of the ground. There wasn't much to see; I could only make out what kind of ceremony they were performing..."
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