"Alright, Wuchen, once your injuries have healed, come to the Alchemy Sect! If you're willing, the position of Grand Elder of the Alchemy Sect is yours for the taking." Qi Xia's eyes were reluctant to part.
Over the years, Jun Wuchen has become his only close friend.
"good."
Jun Wuchen nodded with a smile.
Watching the two walk into the teleportation array, Qi Xia sighed.
"metropolitan."
Old Qu walked over.
"I don't know when we'll meet again," Qi Xia murmured.
In his youth, he was unwilling to inherit the Alchemy Sect, always feeling that the world was vast and that he could surely make a name for himself with his own strength. But after many trials and tribulations...
Everything from the past has long since changed beyond recognition.
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On the bustling street, people come and go, and the cries of vendors fill the air.
"I heard that the sect leader of the Alchemy Sect wasn't legitimate at all. Young Master Qi was forced into a coma by him for several years! He usurped the sect's position and controlled it for so many years!"
"Liu Yuan is supposed to be Sect Master Qi's disciple, but who would have thought he'd let a wolf into the house? Tsk tsk tsk... It seems you can't just pick up any child on the street, and you can't just recognize any disciple!"
Inside the teahouse, several cultivators sat together, engrossed in a discussion.
"Yes, isn't this like inviting a wolf into the house? Fortunately, Young Master Qi corrected the wrongs and made Liu Yuan receive the punishment he deserved!"
"However... I heard that the entire Alchemy Sect was almost slaughtered by a little girl that day?"
"My neighbor's cousin's brother-in-law's second son, the grandson of his mistress's granddaughter, is an outer disciple of the Alchemy Sect. He told me that there really was a girl that night, who was supposedly a summoner! Whenever she played the zither, everyone who heard it felt like they were dying! It was terrifying."
"What kind of technique is this? Could it possibly kill with music?"
The man at the next table sneered, "I've cultivated for so many years and seen countless techniques and spiritual skills, but I've never seen anyone kill with their voice!"
"That's because you're ignorant."
"you!"
The cultivator at the next table's expression changed, and he was about to start a fight at the slightest provocation.
The servant was used to this kind of scene. "The teapot costs 300 spirit stones, the teacups 200, and a set of tables and chairs 1,500. Please pay for any damages accordingly."
"Are you ripping people off?! You want a thousand for these lousy tables and chairs? Are you crazy?"
The cultivator who couldn't contain himself a moment ago managed to restrain himself; he only had two hundred left in his pocket.
He snorted coldly, "Consider yourselves lucky."
The teahouse returned to calm, in the private rooms.
"Mother, they seem to be talking about us! Mother and I are so amazing!" The Chongming Bird's eyes sparkled.
Liu Yue smiled slightly and said indulgently, "Silly girl."
"But Mother, where did Father go?"
The Chongming bird asked softly, "I haven't seen my father in a long time."
"Daddy, did he run away and abandon us?" Chongming Bird said, feeling a little aggrieved, even though her father was very fierce.
"Why can't it be that we don't want him anymore?" Liu Yue said with a light laugh.
"Mother?"
Liu Yue shook her head helplessly, and when she thought of that enchanting man, she felt inexplicably empty inside.
"Alright then." The Chongming bird lowered its head dejectedly. If it asked any further, its mother would definitely be unhappy. So it changed the subject and asked, "Mother, where are we going next?"
"Hmm..." Liu Yue rested her chin on her hand, "Let's go to the slave market."
She should train a few strong individuals by now.
She had a premonition that the opponents she would encounter in the future would not be limited to the likes of the Alchemy Sect.
As for Yin Ming...
She'd rather just be a passerby; she would never let a man cause her internal strife, even if he really made her heart flutter.
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Meanwhile, in the Nine Provinces Mysterious Heaven Realm, the Demon Realm...
"Your Excellency, Your Highness, your true form is too powerful; it is impossible for you to teleport to a lower-level continent in your true form." The High Priest was almost in tears.
This lasted for seven days.
The high priest had scratched his head so hard he was almost bald.
"Keep thinking."
Yin Ming said coldly, his icy aura enveloping the high priest, who almost knelt down.
"Your Excellency, even if we find a body to possess in a lower continent, it won't work. Your true soul is too strong; an ordinary body cannot withstand it and will likely explode and die."
The high priest said with a bitter face, then suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he said with a forced smile, "However, there is one other way, though it's not really a solution."
"explain."
"Your Excellency has suppressed your cultivation to the Spirit Venerable Realm. Your subordinate will try to find a suitable body for you."
The high priest said, "But there are many uncertainties and great risks. If..."
"Yes, cast the spell now."
It's been half a month. He's been gone for half a month, and I wonder if there are any other men around that little girl.
If there were any, he wouldn't mind... killing them all!
The high priest really wanted to ask: Who exactly is on that wretched, lowly continent?
But he didn't dare; he was a coward.
"Keep the news of this matter confidential. Tell the public that I am in seclusion and will not see anyone," Yin Ming said.
"Yes, Your Majesty." The High Priest broke out in a cold sweat, hoping nothing would go wrong! Otherwise, even a hundred heads wouldn't be enough to pay for it.
Boom! The high priest gritted his teeth and activated the teleportation array, which emitted multicolored light all around.
Yin Ming went inside. Upon seeing this, the high priest began casting a spell. After the light disappeared, Yin Ming lay down inside the barrier, as if he were asleep.
With Yin Ming's cultivation level, it would be almost impossible for him to go to a lower continent unless he weakened his cultivation and suppressed his soul power in order to evade the eyes of the Heavenly Dao and travel to the Canglan Continent.
The High Priest opened the Qiankun Mirror; there was one more step: to choose a body for His Excellency.
Several men of marriageable age appeared on the Qiankun Mirror, none of whom matched the Venerable One's imposing image.
"High Priest".
Just then, a voice came from outside the door, and the high priest, who was concentrating intently, trembled.
When he turned his head again, he found that the image on the Qiankun Mirror had disappeared.
Did his hand slip and make a selection? But he didn't even see it!
"It's over." It's completely over.
The high priest felt as if ten thousand alpacas were galloping overhead.
He silently lit three candles for himself, hoping that the Venerable One wouldn't kill him after returning.
The high priest set up a protective barrier and left the Demon Palace.
The formation condensed behind him.
Seeing the array surrounding the Demon Palace, Leng Lixin frowned and asked, "Has His Majesty gone into seclusion again?"
"Yes." The high priest nodded, but his expression was not good.
If Leng Lixin hadn't suddenly spoken up, he wouldn't have made a mistake. But now, even if he had broken his teeth, he could only swallow his anger.
He forced a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Guardian Leng, is there anything else? If not, I'll be leaving now."
Before the Venerable One returns, he must enjoy everything he is entitled to, otherwise it would be a huge loss.
Leng Lixin felt that the high priest was a bit strange.
Watching his departing figure.
His gaze turned slightly cold, and he raised an eyebrow toward the Demon Palace. It was good that he was in seclusion!
She was afraid that the Venerable One might act impulsively and go to the lower continent to find that little bitch.
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