It wasn't until evening that Wang Wuxie, who had been meditating in the Chunyang Hall, stood up and walked out, his steps unusually light.
However, he soon returned, tidied his appearance in front of the bronze mirror, and nodded in satisfaction at the handsome and refined image in the mirror before striding out.
During the day, Bai Yujing's disciple sent a message, in which Yan Xuehen asked him to meet at a certain place at midnight that night.
At the time, he vaguely replied to the disciple that he would not disappoint Abbot Yan, mainly because he did not want people to know that the two had arranged to meet in secret at night, otherwise it would easily affect Yan Xuehen's reputation if it got out.
Although it was surprising that Yan Xuehen would make such an invitation, it was a letter from Bai Yujing's disciple, and it was in Yan Xuehen's own handwriting, so it couldn't be faked. Perhaps Yan Xuehen had been lonely all these years, and after reuniting with Bai Yujing at Zishan, he thought that among all his suitors, he was the most compatible, so he invited him...
As Wang Wuxie thought about it, his mood immediately improved, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up.
As they arrived at a secluded pavilion near the back of Guanxin Peak, Wang Wuxie thought to himself that Xuehen had put in a lot of effort; even the disciples of the Zhengyang Sect themselves didn't know much about this remote and quiet place.
However, this is quite in line with her aloof personality; she certainly wouldn't want others to see her making plans with someone.
From afar, he saw a beautiful white figure sitting by the pavilion. Although he could only see her back, the faint moonlight was enough to outline her graceful and charming figure.
Although Wang Wuxie prided himself on his improved self-cultivation skills over the years, at this moment he seemed to have returned to the tension of his youth.
Why did she ask me to come here in the middle of the night? Was it to discuss Peng Wuyan's disappearance, or to have a private chat?
If it's the former, there's no need to be so secretive; but if it's the latter...
The thought that his long-cherished dream might come true today filled him with joy, and every cell in his body seemed to be cheering.
"Xuehen, I'm here." Wang Wuxie straightened his clothes again and walked over to call out softly.
He dared not raise his voice, for fear that others would hear and thus offend the beauty.
The other party did not respond.
Wang Wuxie was taken aback, wondering if he had spoken too softly.
So he raised his voice slightly, but the other person remained unmoved; only the hem of her skirt fluttered gently in the night breeze.
"Could she be asleep?" Wang Wuxie thought, or perhaps she had been waiting here for too long and was a little angry and didn't want to talk to me.
Sigh, I should have come earlier. It's really not right for Xuehen to wait for me in a place like this.
With that thought in mind, he apologized to the other person as he walked over.
The other party still didn't respond, and he began to have some doubts: "Xuehen?"
He instinctively reached out to her shoulder, worried that something had happened to her.
Suddenly, his expression changed, and he instantly moved backward.
However, it was still a fraction of a second too late. The white figure suddenly exploded, leaving burn marks on his hands.
This was not the end, but rather the white mist that was released at that moment. He still accidentally inhaled it twice and immediately felt a little dizzy.
Oh no, I've been poisoned!
Just then, a dazzling sword light suddenly appeared from the side.
If Lou Wucheng were here, he would definitely feel ashamed of the sword technique he used before, as it was a complete insult to the word "sword".
Above the night sky, a moon-white palace suddenly appeared. Unlike the blurry palace that Lou Wucheng had built, every brick, every tile, and even the exquisite patterns on it were clearly visible.
It exudes an aloofness and imposing aura like that of an immortal, as if it's taking you to heaven, making it impossible for you to refuse.
This is the true sword of immortality!
Legend has it that enemies who died by this sword all had a peaceful smile on their faces, as if they were delighted to see the celestial ranks or satisfied to be granted immortality.
Wang Wuxie felt a strange sensation wash over him. The path of cultivation he had pursued for so many years seemed to be glimmering in the future. If he reached out and embraced the other person, there was a high probability that he would grasp the secret to becoming an immortal.
However, as the number one of the nine sects of Taoism, he was no ordinary person. He immediately realized that this was Li Changsheng's Tao. If I, Wang Wuxie, wanted to become an immortal, I would definitely follow my own path. How could I rely on someone else's Tao to become an immortal?
Suddenly, his body was filled with a surge of purple energy, and the faint phantom of a purple mountain appeared around him, colliding with the celestial palace that was pressing down from the sky.
With a deafening roar, the nearby pavilion was instantly reduced to dust, and all the flowers, plants, and trees were snapped in half.
Using the force of the recoil, Wang Wuxie flew away quickly. Although he was not afraid of Li Changsheng, he knew that today's events were a complete conspiracy and that Li Changsheng was definitely not the only one who came.
Sure enough, as he flew away, two golden lights suddenly appeared beside him, trailing flames like meteors, and struck him with terrifying force, as if they could blast the mountaintop away.
"The Vajra Twin Bracelets of the Heaven of Separation!"
Wang Wuxie felt a chill run down his spine; Guan Chouhai had also arrived.
His expression was solemn, and his sleeves grew longer in the wind, suddenly becoming as large as a chessboard banner. A mysterious and gentle force directly sent the Vajra bracelets flying back.
At that moment, a figure appeared from behind, stretched out his hands, put the bracelets back on his wrists, and then attacked him again.
Among the nine sects of Taoism, Guan Chouhai, who comes from the Earth element, has the heaviest punches, so heavy that even Wang Wuxie dared not take them head-on.
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