"Elder Shen, do you think what Wei Sheng said just now is true?" Even Ji Yunhong, the master, was now unsure whether his eldest disciple was telling the truth.
“Wei Sheng is always cautious. He wouldn’t speak carelessly in front of so many people without having investigated the matter thoroughly.” Shen Yun also frowned, lowering his eyes and not looking at anyone.
"Since he said so, I'm afraid... the situation is indeed very close to that."
Silence fell over the scene again.
"Elder Shen, I have something to say," Qi Fengyu said.
Everyone's gaze turned to that direction.
“How about we take down the eldest brother’s soul lamp and cast the connection spell on him again?” he said.
"If he really kidnapped the Demon Lord, he would definitely have a hard time escaping unscathed from the pursuit of the entire Demon Realm all by himself."
"He's capable of such a daring thing. I think, as his fellow disciples, we should lend him a hand."
The quiet crowd gradually began to murmur and discuss.
"What the young sect leader said makes sense."
"I thought I was the only one who felt that way."
"That's the Demon Lord... If we can really achieve such a great feat, how can our Yun Cang Sword Sect be relegated to the bottom of the five major sects?"
"It's not just about the names of the five major sects; it's not impossible for them to be remembered in the history of cultivation for hundreds of years."
"My God, it gets my blood pumping just hearing that."
"Me too, I even want to rush to the Demon Realm right now to welcome my senior brother back."
In an instant, many expectant gazes fell upon Shen Yun.
Shen Yun stood there without making any move.
After a long pause, he sighed and said, "The art of communication consumes the soul. Even I can only use it once a day at most."
"If you want to contact Xiao Fan, you'll have to wait until this time tomorrow at the earliest."
A wave of disappointment suddenly rose among the crowd.
It's like someone is having a great time, and suddenly a bucket of cold water is poured over their head, forcibly putting the game on pause. Anyone would feel frustrated.
Ji Yunhong thought to himself that this was strange.
The Yuncang Sword Sect only suddenly became prosperous after the Dao Inquiry Conference three years ago, so most of the disciples have not been disciples for long and have never seen Shen Yun use this kind of technique.
But he was very clear about it.
Shen Yun's abilities are not so weak. With his mastery of formations, even such a complex formation would cause minimal damage to his soul after being cast.
What is he trying to escape from?
Or has something really happened to your health recently, causing your abilities to decline significantly?
Although he still had a lot of opinions about Shen Yun, Ji Yunhong was not so rude as to lose face for his own people in the presence of Li Luxi, so he echoed her and made a few excuses for him.
But after seeing off Li Luxi and the group of disciples who had been watching, the elders returned to the main hall, and their gazes toward Shen Yun were no longer so friendly.
"Elder Shen, what exactly has happened to you recently?" Everyone remained silent until finally, an elder from the Medical Peak couldn't help but speak up.
Although Shen Yun's reputation is not as prominent as Ji Mo Fan's recently, he is not an unknown figure. He is an important person that the Yun Cang Sword Sect absolutely cannot afford to lose.
If he really has any health problems, Yifeng will definitely allocate resources to help him as much as possible.
"It's nothing, it's just that these are turbulent times lately. I felt my Dao heart was a bit unstable when I was cultivating, so I went into seclusion to practice asceticism." Shen Yun only intended to let the matter pass by lightly.
After all, he couldn't reveal the real reason why he couldn't use the communication technique.
"Elder Shen, are you really alright?" Qi Fengyu herself was still not fully recovered, yet she was already showing concern for him.
Only the two of them knew just how bad their relationship had become.
Those around them couldn't see anything amiss and kept asking Qi Fengyu what he had figured out.
"Perhaps I just misread it... After all, my cultivation level is not high, and my eyesight may not be as good as the elders present." Qi Fengyu raised his hand to cover his lips, seemingly wanting to say something but stopping himself.
"Young Sect Master, what have you discovered?"
Qi Fengyu pursed her lips, "...Just now, I don't think I found the soul lamp that belonged to my senior brother on the peach and plum tree."
A seemingly casual remark, yet it is truly astonishing.
"What did you say?"
"How is that possible? Once the soul lamp is hung up, no one but Master can take it down. How could it just disappear into thin air?"
"Could I have misread it...?"
"The chief disciple has a mutated ice spirit root, and his soul lamp is unique in the Yun Cang Sword Sect. It's hard to mistake him for one of the other disciples."
"Elder Shen, what exactly is going on?"
The discussion eventually turned into needles, piercing Shen Yun who was sitting there.
The latter couldn't help but sigh.
In the end, they couldn't hide it anymore.
*
After the soul connection was severed, Ning Weisheng experienced a brief period of dizziness before regaining his senses and finding himself standing in a room of an inn.
Two people were sitting at the table opposite, and Li Jinchu was slowly pouring tea for Ji Mofan.
"You've worked hard, Junior Brother Ning." Li Jinchu also pushed a cup of tea towards him.
Ning Weisheng was indeed dizzy and tired, and for once he forgot all about etiquette and restraint, he sat down and gulped down a whole cup.
The tea leaves in Li Jinchu's hands were all of high quality, and even the water used to brew the tea was rich in spiritual energy. Although the effect of taking a sip was not as significant as that of the Rejuvenation Pill, he felt noticeably more refreshed.
"Senior Brother, Young Master Li, why did you ask me to say those things to the elders just now?" After recovering, Ning Weisheng finally voiced his doubts.
Shen Yun's call came quickly; when he received it, he only had time to tell Ji Mofan.
Fortunately, they had already escaped the Demon Realm and managed to find an inn to regroup; otherwise, even communication would have been inconvenient.
Originally, Shen Yun's formation only allowed one-way communication. Ning Weisheng could see the scene on the other side, but he could not make the people on this side synchronize with his vision.
After Ji Mofan entered, he quickly drew an array and projected the scene of the Yun Cang Sword Sect onto the screen.
It was only after Li Luxi was present that the strange meeting took place, in which Li Jinchu was also dragged in to receive communications.
It appears to be one person, but there are actually three people.
"Is there a problem? Didn't I tell you to tell the truth?" Ji Mofan tilted his head casually.
Ning Weisheng choked for a moment.
Indeed, Ji Mofan only told half the truth.
All the lies were on Li Jinchu's orders, meant to deceive his own sister.
Receiving Ning Weisheng's gaze, which was filled with complex emotions, Li Jinchu returned a smile, "I'm sorry, you two must have found this amusing."
"No, no, no, how can this be..." Ning Weisheng quickly waved his hand.
Although he is straightforward, he is not a complete fool.
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