He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. After a moment, as if he had made up his mind, he ignored the roars of the monsters and searched carefully for something in the valley.
A bright light shone on the opposite cliff. Gu Xingyun looked over and chuckled, "Master always does things properly. He won't leave any evidence behind. He said to leave the sword here, and that's it."
Yan Huailiu gritted his teeth, wiped his face hard, and forced himself to remain calm: "Xingyun, listen, let's go back. We don't need that sword anymore. Let's find a way to leave here first, okay?"
His voice could not reach Gu Xingyun's ears.
He could only watch as Gu Xingyun summoned his wooden sword and flew shakily towards the cliff.
Several ferocious beasts discovered him at the same time, roared, and attacked towards him.
"Xingyun——"
Yan Huailiu tried to stand in front of him, but the sharp claws pierced through his body and hit Gu Xingyun's back.
While falling from the wooden sword, Yan Huailiu clearly saw that Gu Xingyun had taken out the teleportation talisman in his hand.
As long as he activates the spell, he can immediately escape from this predicament.
As long as he activates the spell...
The teleportation talisman floated past his eyes and was bitten to pieces by the ferocious beast that came from behind.
"No, don't! Why would you throw it away? Why would you throw it away? This is your only chance to get out, don't you know? Why don't you use it?!"
Yan Huailiu roared and questioned Gu Xingyun as he fell.
For a moment, Gu Xingyun's eyes seemed to meet his, and there was relief, despair, and mockery in those eyes.
The only thing I have lost is the hope of continuing to live.
"Master, I don't owe you anything anymore." Gu Xingyun's voice was carried by the wind to Yan Huailiu's ears.
That one sentence brought tears to his eyes.
He watched helplessly as Gu Xingyun fell into the lair of the ferocious beast.
Just as he was about to catch up, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.
The sound of salutes and music was extremely loud, and several familiar figures passed through his body.
Yan Huailiu's throat was extremely sore. He tried his best to suppress the urge to break down and cry, and carefully observed the situation around him.
The Palace Master of Xuanyue Palace had an ugly expression on her face. She was still sitting there holding her big belly and rolling her eyes at the seat on the stage.
Sitting next to him was his handsome and graceful son. Both of them looked like they had been kidnapped and their movements were extremely stiff.
Shifting my gaze to the right, I saw that more than half of them were familiar faces...
In addition to those from the previous Immortal Gate Conference, there were many unfamiliar faces.
At this time, everyone was sitting in front of the table, feeling extremely frustrated and watching the musicians playing in the middle.
The only main seat was occupied by Yan Huailiu from the original book.
He propped one leg on the long table in front of him, shaking a glass cup filled with wine in his hand, and with his other hand he seemed to inadvertently urge the golden iron chain transformed by spiritual power to dance around his body.
"I invited you all here to celebrate Yan's birthday, not to mourn. Why are you all so sullen? Are you dissatisfied with the music?"
The Xuanyue Palace Master was the first to curse under his breath, "He's already celebrating his birthday at such an old age. He really deserves it and isn't afraid of retribution!"
"Father, stop talking." Murong Xuanlang pulled his sleeve and advised: "Just bear with it and it will pass."
"How dare you ask for my birthday? You've been beating drums and gongs in front of all the major sects for half a month in advance, harassing and threatening us. Now you've even occupied Xuanyue Palace's territory to celebrate your birthday. This is too much of a bully..."
An unknown monk next to him was also cursing under his breath.
In just a short while, almost everyone expressed their dissatisfaction.
The original person in the main seat seemed to be deaf to it. He maintained that posture and tilted his head to look at the long table on the far left.
"Since you all dislike the musicians I hired, why don't we... let the fairies from Yuehua Pavilion perform for everyone?"
Everyone's eyes turned to the few female cultivators at the banquet.
But there was not much expectation in that look, only anger.
Fairy Fei Miao jumped up and said, "Yan Huailiu, you are going too far!"
The other female cultivators from Yuehua Pavilion immediately stood beside her, gripping their weapons tightly, ready to start a fight at any time.
"Yan Huailiu, bullying female cultivators is nothing!" The cultivator next to him also stood up.
"That's right! You're relying on the reputation of the Yuxu Sect to bully others. What kind of man are you?"
"We've already given you enough face, don't push your luck!"
"Master Yuqing was always so polite to us back then, how dare you, a little kid, be so presumptuous!"
Ever since Fei Miao started speaking, Yan Huailiu's eyes had never left his original body, wanting to know how he would deal with this situation.
But the original body always had a smile on his face, and didn't care no matter how they scolded him, until he heard the last sentence, then his eyes became sharp.
Without saying a word, he lashed out with a burst of energy, knocking the questioner half to pieces.
"Who dares to mention my master's name?"
Even though he didn't run into anyone, he still took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, and then threw it away, showing his disgust.
Then he placed his other leg on the table, releasing invisible pressure and forcing those people to shut up.
"If you don't want to, then you don't want to. I'm just making a suggestion. Why is Fairy Fei Miao so angry?"
Under such pressure, the female cultivators of Yuehua Pavilion were covered in sweat. After holding on for a few seconds, they were unable to sit down and dared not say a word.
Fairy Fei Miao bit her lips, her eyes red with anger.
"Master Yan... please show mercy when you can." A steady voice sounded.
Yan Huailiu turned his head and saw the only person still standing in the corner.
"Master Chen Wu..."
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