Chapter 85 Otherwise, why would he call himself the most powerful person in order to deliberately intimidate Ling Zhuyun?
"Luo Ying..."
The golden-robed man named Ao Xu was obviously very afraid of the pretty girl who was approaching. After hearing her question, he could only bite the bullet and answer, "My sister is busy with something and cannot come."
“I see…”
"The last time I fought her, it was really exciting, but it was a pity that we couldn't decide the winner."
The pretty girl seemed a little regretful when she heard that, and shook her head, then sat down at the table nearby, making the young aliens around her feel a little uneasy.
The Dragon People are one of the most powerful royal families among all alien races, with noble blood and great strength.
The sister of the man in golden robe is the princess of the dragon people.
The fact that the pretty girl in front of him could fight him to a draw was enough to show how powerful she was.
She also came from an extremely powerful alien sect called Haiyuan Shengzong. She herself was suspected to be a descendant of the former sea god and had extremely terrifying talents.
With the arrival of Luo Ying, the Star Picking Platform became more lively, and many young people who have become famous in recent times appeared.
Jiang Lan, the host, has not shown up yet, but many young people who received the invitation have already come.
Not long after, a young man in purple Taoist robes, with a handsome face and elegant demeanor arrived. There seemed to be a divine glow around him, and his aura was peaceful and bright. Behind him followed many fellow disciples, whose robes all had the emblem of Taiyi Sect, led by the handsome man in the front.
"The contemporary Daoyi Sect's true teachings..."
Many people recognized the person and were shocked.
As the leader of the contemporary immortal sects, Taiyi Sect has a very transcendent status. Its disciples travel everywhere and are highly respected no matter where they are, and no one dares to underestimate or despise them.
Not to mention that he is a true disciple and will be able to compete for the position of the headmaster in the future.
There are intricate connections between Taiyi Sect and Xiangguo Mansion.
The wife of the current Prime Minister is the Saintess of the Taiyi Sect of the previous generation. The family behind her is the most ancient branch of the Taiyi Sect, with unfathomable heritage.
Whether it is the change of the leader of Taiyi Sect or the promotion of the elders and true disciples, it is inseparable from the support of those lineages.
"Brother Daoyi..."
Many young people here stood up and saluted the approaching person. Even the pretty girls had to stand up and nod slightly to greet him.
Daoyi’s full name is Li Daoyi. The surname Li was a given surname and it is also the surname of the Taiyi lineage.
The fact that Li Daoyi could be ranked as a true disciple of Taiyi Sect was naturally inseparable from the support of that lineage.
"Is the Master not here yet?"
After Li Daoyi arrived, he smiled and nodded slightly. Then he found a seat and sat down. He looked around but did not see Jiang Lan.
"Young master may have to wait a while before coming." Ao Xu replied.
Li Dao nodded and said, "This time, when True Lord Zixia's cave was revealed, the sect asked us to come here to help you seize the opportunity. At that time, we will have to rely on you all to help us one by one."
"Brother Daoyi, rest assured. We will definitely do our best to assist you."
"Anyone who dares to stop us will be our enemy."
Ao Xu, Luo Ying and other young people nodded when they heard this, and it was obvious that they had already received instructions.
Although Jiang Lan had no cultivation, no one dared to disrespect him.
To put it nicely, the clans and tribes behind them are supported by the Prime Minister's Mansion, but to put it bluntly, they are actually a slave tribe affiliated with the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Even though Jiang Lan has no cultivation, he is still their master by status.
It’s just that Jiang Lan didn’t pay much attention to cultivation in the past, otherwise they should all be his followers.
When the other young people on the Star Picking Platform saw this scene, their expressions changed slightly. This shows the power of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Just an invitation to a tea-making party brought together so many loyal young geniuses.
I wonder how terrifying this power will be when it grows in the future.
Following the appearance of the Taiyi Sect's disciples, the disciples of the Ancient Dao Sect and the Heavenly Demon Palace also showed up one after another.
The disciple headed by the Ancient Dao Sect was named Han Yiming. He was a tall man with a sturdy build and bronze skin. He had amazing energy and blood, like an ancient ferocious beast in the world.
He has a remarkable record in battle. Some time ago, he fought against many geniuses of the same level and never lost a single battle. After the news came out, it caused a huge stir everywhere.
After he appeared in Anyang City, some young people noticed his whereabouts and were not convinced, so they challenged him to a fight. In the end, he was defeated with one palm on the duel stage.
As a result, Han Yiming became famous and was called by many gossipers as one of the most powerful young people of the contemporary generation.
In the sky, there were bursts of floral fragrance and crystal petals falling. Disciples from the Goddess Palace had also arrived, and the one who showed up was also a true disciple, who had briefly appeared outside Anyang City that day and then disappeared.
She covered her face with a veil, and wore a loose crimson-purple dress that concealed her exquisite and curvy figure and her snow-white and delicate skin, which made people imagine endlessly. Her eyes were charming and watery, as if they could captivate people's souls.
"Fairy Miaoyin..."
Many young people felt their blood boiling, and when they met his gaze, they couldn't help but feel intoxicated. After they came to their senses, they quickly looked away, secretly frightened.
The Goddess Palace is different from famous and upright sects like the Yao Chi Sect. This sect is very low-key, but its actions are neither evil nor righteous, and it seems to be quite arbitrary.
"Mr. Jiang Lan, as the host, how can you be late..."
A silver bell-like laughter was heard, and the true disciple of the Goddess Palace spoke. Surrounded by several female disciples, he found a place to sit down.
The legs under the skirt are slender and white, with a circle of bells tied at the ankles, which make crisp sounds when they swing gently. The bare feet are as white as snow, crystal clear and flawless.
Just by sitting there casually, she seemed to attract the attention and minds of all the young men present.
"Young Master may have been delayed by something, Fairy Miaoyin, please be patient."
As soon as Li Dao opened his mouth, his eyes were calm, as if containing a strange power that gradually calmed the restless minds of many people here.
Fairy Miaoyin looked at him with a little surprise, then said with interest, "I've always heard that Daoyi Zhenchuan of Taiyi Sect has profound Taoism and great strength. After seeing him today, I find that he is indeed extraordinary."
Han Yiming from the Ancient Dao School also looked at Li Daoyi. A hint of fighting spirit flashed in his eyes, but he then suppressed it.
Today is the tea-making party held by the Prime Minister's Mansion, so he doesn't dare to act recklessly.
If it were somewhere else, he would have fought with Li Daoyi no matter what.
The visitor from the Heavenly Demon Palace was a young man with astonishing demonic qualities. His skin was as white as jade, whiter than many women, but his figure was too feminine. His purple eyes occasionally flashed with strange colors. He just drank tea quietly and did not say much.
Afterwards, many young people were invited to arrive. They were basically all well-known and talented people in Anyang City. None of them were unknown.
"Is Jiang Lan not here yet?"
Prince Wuxuan's third son Xia Jie also came here surrounded by a group of guards, but he did not see Jiang Lan.
There was a strange look in his eyes, and he also found a place to sit down. Although he was a member of the royal family, the people here were all disciples of major sects and were not ordinary people. Naturally, he would not be as fearless and do whatever he wanted as usual.
Although he seems careless and unscrupulous, he is actually very meticulous.
The reason I came to Anyang City this time was not only because I was interested in the inheritance and creation of True Lord Zixia.
On the other hand, he was also asked by his father to come and test Jiang Lan.
Before, he and Jiang Lan were brothers, and they indulged in sensual pleasures in various places of entertainment. Although they enjoyed themselves, they actually had other purposes.
His father, Prince Wuxuan, was the late emperor's younger brother. Although he was granted a fiefdom outside the capital and was unable to succeed to the throne due to various reasons, he always coveted that position.
Especially now that Emperor Xia is young and cannot win the support of the people, the power in the court is controlled by the Prime Minister.
This also made his father more eager to make a move, but he was afraid of the existence of the Prime Minister and did not dare to show any abnormality.
We can only plan in secret, hoping to replace it one day.
Under such circumstances, the Prime Minister, who is so powerful throughout the nine provinces, has an only son who is a useless second-generation rich man who is unable to practice. This is bound to make people suspicious and wonder if there is something fishy going on.
During this period, spies from all sides learned that the son of the Prime Minister intended to seize the inheritance of Master Zixia.
This made people even more suspicious. Was it because the inheritance of Master Zixia was too important, or was it some other reason? Xia Jie and Jiang Lan had known each other for many years, but he had never felt that he had any cultivation. Instead, he was very thin and weak. Although he ate all kinds of tonic food, he always looked the same without any change.
Even his father was wondering whether this was a deliberate illusion created by the father and son of the prime minister, and they actually had other intentions.
There are quite a few such speculations.
At this time, there was a noise not far away. A woman in white with a veil covering her face, holy, graceful and slender, came over, surrounded by a group of female disciples. Beside her, there was also a strange man.
People from Yao Chi Sect also came.
"Ling Zhuyun from Yaochi Sect?"
"Who is the strange man who was traveling with her?"
Many young people were shocked and looked at the strange man beside Ling Zhuyun. He was definitely not an unknown person to be able to travel with Ling Zhuyun.
Ye Ming looked calm and composed, without any stage fright. He followed Ling Zhuyun and walked into the Star Picking Platform together.
He came here, firstly to find out more about Jiang Lan's true strength, and secondly because he was worried that something might happen to Ling Zhuyun, otherwise he didn't want to show up in front of others.
Ling Zhuyun greeted the familiar faces one by one.
But when he looked at one of the men who was wearing a brocade robe, had a big belly, and was wearing a purple-gold crown, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, as if he didn't expect him to appear here.
"Ling Zhuyun, you killed my junior brother that day. I will settle the score with you if I have the chance."
The man also noticed Ling Zhuyun's gaze and a cold look appeared on his face.
The disciples behind him also stood up and confronted the disciples of Yao Chi Sect.
The rest of the younger generation, on the other hand, were leisurely and looked like they were enjoying the fun.
Fairy Miaoyin of the Goddess Palace even covered her mouth and chuckled, "I heard that some time ago, outside the Hengduan Mountains, an inner sect disciple of the Mingyuan Sect was beaten and killed by Saint Ling Zhuyun. He died a miserable death. Even I, who is thousands of miles away, have heard of Saint Ling Zhuyun's reputation."
"I just came to Anyang City to see the peerless beauty of Saint Ling Zhuyun in person. This trip today is worthwhile."
Her voice was clear and melodious, like the sound of a silver bell, which was charming.
This statement made all the disciples of Mingyuan Sect look even gloomier and more unsightly.
Many disciples have died at the hands of Ling Zhuyun over the years.
No other immortal sect is as nosy as she is.
Ling Zhuyun glanced at Fairy Miaoyin lightly, but ignored her. She looked at the pot-bellied man in brocade robes and said, "If you want to avenge your junior brother, feel free to come to me. But if you are not good enough in martial arts and die in my hands, don't blame others."
"The Yaochi Sect really claims to be a prestigious and upright sect that has eradicated all injustice in the world..."
The man in brocade robe had a cold look in his eyes, with a strong aura surging from his body, and a sinister black air emerging between his palms and fingers. He wanted to take action, but when he thought of what happened today, he forced himself to hold back.
There are plenty of opportunities for revenge, but taking action in this situation would be tantamount to offending Jiang Lan.
Ling Zhuyun was not surprised by this and ignored it. She found a seat and sat down with the female disciples of Yao Chi Sect behind her.
"Today, there are really many hidden talents here. Many famous young geniuses from the entire Great Xia Dynasty have appeared..."
Ye Ming also sat down nearby, feeling secretly moved.
He came from a small place and walked step by step to where he is today. He is more or less a little proud to be on the same stage with these geniuses who are destined to stand at the top of the Kyushu in the future.
If he and these young geniuses were standing at the same starting line, he might be able to look down on them now.
"Today is a tea-making meeting, where we meet friends over tea. Why are you all so angry? However, if you want to exchange ideas, I have prepared a martial arts arena for you to exchange ideas."
At this time, a burst of laughter came from not far away.
A noble young man in white clothes with wide sleeves came surrounded by the crowd. He had a thin and tall figure. Two stunning beauties accompanied him on both sides. They had beautiful figures, pure and charming, each with her own merits.
"Mr. Jiang..."
Seeing Jiang Lan coming, all the young people here stood up and bowed slightly.
Li Daoyi, Luo Ying and others even addressed him as Young Master and were very respectful to him.
Ling Zhuyun's eyes moved slightly and fell on Chu Chan beside Jiang Lan. After a slight pause, she retracted her eyes.
"You're welcome, everyone."
"Because of something, I was delayed for a while."
"Sorry to have kept you waiting."
Jiang Lan nodded slightly, sat down in the main seat, and then ordered people to start making tea. Since it was a tea-making meeting, tea was naturally indispensable.
At this moment, all the young people were amazed.
In fact, not many people have seen Jiang Lan. Many people subconsciously think that he is the kind of person with lustful eyes and is addicted to alcohol and sex. However, when they saw him today, they were very surprised.
Whether it is his speech or his behavior, he exudes a sense of transcendence.
He has an outstanding demeanor. Although he is accompanied by a beautiful woman, he does not appear to be vulgar at all. Instead, he gives people a feeling of being a gentleman with elegant demeanor and immortal spirit.
Even Li Daoyi, a true disciple of the Taiyi Sect, does not have that kind of natural and casual demeanor. If you stand behind him, you may even be subconsciously ignored.
This makes many people feel emotional and envious.
This is the true meaning of the number one dignitary. His innate superiority is enough to allow him to easily look down on the world even if he has no cultivation.
However, more of the younger generation noticed the middle-aged man with no white beard behind Jiang Lan. They felt the boundless and vast aura from him, like the deep sea, and couldn't help but be shocked in their hearts, with disbelief in their eyes.
Seven realms exist!
This is actually a powerful master who has already entered the Dharma Realm.
At this level, once the Dharma of heaven and earth is displayed, it will be easy to destroy a city with just a wave of the hand.
Such a terrifying existence actually followed Jiang Lan closely, protecting his safety.
Han Yiming, Fairy Miaoyin, the true disciples of the Heavenly Demon Palace and others were all slightly shocked, and then they concealed the abnormality on their faces without making a sound.
Only Li Daoyi and others looked not surprised at all. Considering Jiang Lan's status, it was not surprising at all to have such a person protecting him.
Otherwise how can it be called power over the heavens?
"This Chu Chan is so lucky, why is that..."
Among the disciples of Yao Chi Sect, Chen Ning clenched his fists tightly and stared at Chu Chan who was beside Jiang Lan. The annoyance and regret in his heart became more and more intense.
In this kind of occasion, Jiang Lan asked Chu Chan to accompany him, which in a way was a great favor to her.
Jiang Lan remained expressionless, but in fact he had taken in all the changes in everyone's expressions.
He deliberately created momentum to draw everyone's attention to the inheritance of creation by True Lord Zixia.
This tea-making party had long been in his plan.
In addition, the most important thing is another matter. The strange phenomenon he caused on the Bloody Plateau that day has attracted the attention of many forces in Daxia, and even the Sky Monitoring Department is investigating it carefully.
He had no cultivation at the time, so no matter how cautious he was, there would definitely be some traces left afterwards, which would be scrutinized by interested people and then guessed.
Although he was not worried that Li Mengning would reveal that he had been to the Bloody Plateau, he was also not worried that the chess piece he left behind at that time, Song Youwei, would expose his identity.
But it’s hard to say about the other person, Ye Ming.
In particular, Ye Ming had seen Li Mengning with his own eyes, and he met her in Zuixianju that day, and then fled in panic.
All these behaviors have already shown that Ye Ming has guessed his identity.
So now Jiang Lan urgently needs a scapegoat to cover up the traces he left on the Bloody Plateau that day, and the best candidate is naturally the son of destiny, Ye Ming.
The inheritance of the Blood Immortal Sect is a matter of great importance and involves extremely deep implications.
To put it nicely, he is feared by the whole world; to put it bluntly, he is the public enemy of Kyushu.
If the fact that he inherited the Blood Immortal Sect were to be exposed, his parents would have to be prepared to become enemies with the entire Taoist forces in Kyushu if they wanted to protect him.
In the original plot, Ye Ming inherited the Blood Immortal Sect. For a long time, he was in a situation where he was the enemy of the whole world, was wanted by everyone, and had to hide everywhere. After all, he was a casual cultivator without the constraints of a family background, so he could go wherever he wanted.
But Jiang Lan is different. He must think carefully about the consequences and also consider some future escape routes.
He personally asked Chu Chan to deliver the invitation letter to Ling Zhuyun. Given the friendship between Ye Ming and Ling Zhuyun, he would definitely be worried and come along.
"Thank you all for giving me face today and joining us in this tea-making event."
"To show my sincerity, I have ordered people to prepare Bihu Longqing, Tianyuncui, Wenxin Ancient Tea, Millennium Lightning Struck Wood Heart Tea... for you to choose from."
Coming back to his senses, Jiang Lan glanced at the young people here one by one and began to speak.
Each type of tea is extremely famous and expensive. In order to show his importance to this tea-brewing conference, Jiang Lan put some thought into it.
Of course, he did this just to make everyone think that he was determined to obtain the inheritance of Zixia Zhenjun.
Hearing these words, many young people were moved.
There is no doubt that these teas are rare treasures that are hard to find. They originally thought that Jiang Lan was just holding a tea-making conference for fun.
But now it seems that he really cares about the upcoming Zixia Zhenjun Cave Mansion? "Could it be that he got some news? He knows that there are rare treasures in Zixia Zhenjun Cave Mansion?"
"Given the temperament of this second-generation rich man, I'm afraid it's really because of this reason. The original intention of this tea-making meeting is probably to make us retreat in the face of difficulties?"
Many people began to speculate.
But now, no one said anything. In this situation, it is naturally impossible to openly go against Jiang Lan.
Soon, the Star-Picking Terrace was filled with the long-lasting fragrance of tea. It was rich, long-lasting, and pleasant, and it made people suddenly enlightened. It seemed as if all the pores were stretched, and just a light sniff would make them feel as if they were rising into the sky.
Faintly, you can see strange visions rising, and you can even hear the clanging of weapons clashing. Under the golden glow, there are phantoms of ancient bells, small towers, long swords, etc. flashing by in the air, making clanging sounds, which is extraordinary and strange.
This is the miracle of spiritual tea. The effect of spiritual tea is no worse than that of elixir.
Sometimes, the birth of some spiritual teas even needs to go through the baptism of thunder and lightning. Of course, that is only recorded in ancient legends.
When the heavenly calamity of the time disappears, only those who have reached the eighth level of the Tribulation Bridge Realm are qualified to witness it firsthand.
Not to mention ordinary people, even those talented monsters cannot trigger a heavenly calamity when they break through the realm.
The tea masters who make tea are all masters of this art, with many years of experience and superb skills.
In their hands, the process of brewing tea is full of Taoist charm, and the collision and intersection of tea water and tea leaves is more like an interpretation of Taoism.
Many young people here have never seen such a scene before. They were shocked and immersed in it.
As a group of beautiful maids came forward and served tea to everyone one by one, no matter how hesitant the young people were before, they all tasted the tea attentively.
"It is indeed good tea. Master Jiang is really generous."
"Mr. Jiang invited us here today. In addition to the tea-making party, he also said that he would discuss the inheritance of Master Zixia's cave residence. I wonder what Mr. Jiang's plan is?"
Fairy Miaoyin lifted the veil with one hand, her rosy red lips seemed to contain a smile, with the other hand she gently held the spiritual tea, took a sip, and praised.
At the same time, she did not forget her business. Knowing Jiang Lan's intention, she mentioned it again in public, obviously trying to show her goodwill and let him take the initiative to propose his plan.
The rest of the younger generation looked at her secretly when they heard her words, not knowing what she meant.
"There is a rare item in the cave of True Lord Zixia that is of great use to me, so I must get it." Jiang Lan looked at her with a hint of surprise, then smiled and said seriously, "So at this tea-making meeting, I also want you to give me a favor and give up the good fortune."
"For this, Jiang will reward you handsomely."
As soon as he said this, the Star Picking Platform suddenly became quiet for a while. Even Ling Zhuyun, who was sipping tea, looked at him unexpectedly.
Although the younger generation had guessed it long ago, they did not expect Jiang Lan to say it so bluntly.
This is really casual and unscrupulous. Just relying on these teas, you want everyone to give up their good fortune?
The great masters of ancient times like Zixia Zhenjun had a cultivation strength of at least the eighth realm, or even above the ninth realm. How could the fortune they left behind be simple? If Zixia Mountain was not in Daxia, if it was in the outside world, I am afraid that the forces and sects in other realms of Jiuzhou would also go to compete for it.
No matter how powerful the Prime Minister's Mansion is, it is by no means the ruler of Jiuzhou. Even the Great Xia Dynasty does not have the tone and qualifications to let the other immortal forces hand over their inheritance and fortune.
Of course, although they thought so in their hearts, none of the young people took the initiative to say it out loud, and they all drank tea in silence.
"What is Mr. Jiang's generous reward?"
However, Fairy Miaoyin didn't seem to have much interest in the inheritance of True Lord Zixia. She looked at Jiang Lan with interest in her beautiful eyes and asked.
"Rare treasures, martial arts manuals, whatever you want, I will definitely satisfy you," said Jiang Lan.
Fairy Miaoyin smiled and said, "It seems that there are really useful things for Mr. Jiang in the fortune left by True Lord Zixia. If so, I will do Mr. Jiang a favor and not interfere with the fortune."
When she said this, many people were surprised.
But if you think about it carefully, the actions of the Goddess Palace have always been treacherous and unpredictable, and their thoughts and ideas are something that others can guess.
When Jiang Lan heard this, he almost suspected that this guy was here to cause trouble for him, but he remained calm, nodded slightly and smiled, "In that case, I owe Miss Miaoyin a favor."
"Mr. Jiang, please don't go back on your word and forget the favor you promised me." Fairy Miaoyin still smiled.
"Opportunities and destiny are for those with virtue. Does he really think that relying on the power of the Prime Minister's Mansion, he can make others give up and hand over destiny to him?"
Xia Jie narrowed his eyes, vaguely guessed what Jiang Lan was thinking, and then smiled contemptuously without caring.
Not to mention others, even he, at this moment, wants to fight for this good fortune.
After Fairy Miaoyin expressed her stance, the rest of the younger generation seemed to fall into silence tacitly, without responding, neither saying they wanted to fight for it nor saying they wanted to give up.
Ye Ming had been drinking tea silently. After learning about Jiang Lan's intention, he felt relaxed.
But is there anything in the inheritance of True Lord Zixia that is really important to Jiang Lan?
He planned to ask the old ghost about it after he returned, but the inheritance that the old ghost could remember must not be simple.
So, naturally, he also wants to fight for it.
"I wonder what the identity of this brother next to Saint Ling Zhuyun is? He seems to be a stranger."
But just as Ye Ming was thinking, Jiang Lan's voice suddenly sounded from the main seat, and his eyes also looked over, as if he was sizing him up.
When the younger generation heard this, they all looked over.
In fact, just now, many people were curious about the identity of the strange man next to Ling Zhuyun. Since he could travel with her, he was at least a friend and could not be a follower.
Moreover, as the quasi-saint of the Yao Chi Sect, Ling Zhuyun has no male followers.
Ye Ming was slightly startled. He didn't expect Jiang Lan to suddenly look at him by name and ask about his background at this time.
Ling Zhuyun was also a little surprised at this moment, but she replied calmly, "Mr. Jiang..."
"My name is Ye Ling, nice to meet you, Mr. Jiang."
But when she was about to explain, Ye Ming suddenly interrupted her and said, "I am just a casual cultivator from the remote Great Yan Country. For some reason, I have some friendship with the Saintess Zhu Yun, so after learning about the tea-making conference, I asked her to bring me along to see the world and drink a cup of tea."
"I hope Mr. Jiang won't take offense."
Ye Ling?
A group of young people were trying to recall this name in their minds, but none of them had any impression of it. It was either an unknown person or a pseudonym.
The Great Yan Kingdom is just a remote small country, and given their status, they would not care much about it.
Ling Zhuyun took back what she was about to say. Since Ye Ming had explained it, there was no need for her to say anything more.
Jiang Lan asked with great interest, "From the Great Yan Nation? Brother, you have come from afar, but why do I feel that your face looks familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere before?"
"I am just a common face. There are many people like me in the crowd. Maybe Mr. Jiang remembered it wrongly."
Ye Ming was stunned, but then his heart trembled. He quickly explained with a smile.
"wrong."
Jiang Lan shook his head at this moment, then stood up, looked at him and said, "The person who assassinated me in Zuixianju that day seemed to be the one with this face, brother."
As soon as he said this, the Star-Picking Platform suddenly became dead silent, and you could hear a pin drop.
Then Li Daoyi, Luo Ying and many other young people reacted, stood up and stared at Ye Ming with hostility and murderous intent in their eyes.
Mr. Chu, who was standing behind Jiang Lan, narrowed his eyes slightly and seemed to be looking over as well. A powerful and terrifying pressure instantly crushed him.
Ye Ming felt a chill on his back, his expression changed, and he became unable to move in an instant.
He didn't know how Jiang Lan saw it, but his current face was completely different from the face he had at Zuixianju that day. There was not the slightest similarity between them.
Jiang Lan said this because he was sure that no one had seen the assassin's appearance that day, so it was the same no matter what he said, because no one knew what the assassin looked like anyway.
The Star-Picking Platform suddenly fell into a dead silence and depression.
Many young people looked at Ye Ming in astonishment and shock, some of them found it hard to believe.
Ling Zhuyun's expression under the veil also changed slightly. She was one of the few people here who knew the true situation of that day. She also knew that Ye Ming was indeed the assassin who assassinated Jiang Lan that day.
But given Ye Ming's cautious nature, it is impossible for him to show his true face to others. His current appearance is also a disguise.
Jiang Lan couldn’t possibly know that Ye Ming was the assassin, so the most likely possibility was that he was “throwing dirty water”.
"Mr. Jiang, you are joking. Brother Ye has an upright character. How could he do such a thing as assassinating others? Moreover, Brother Ye was with me that day and had not yet arrived in Anyang City. How could he assassinate Mr. Jiang..."
"Besides, Brother Ye was born as a casual cultivator and has offended many enemies. He has been changing his appearance when traveling outside. His current appearance is not his real one..." Ling Zhuyun said calmly.
After she said this, many people came to their senses. Anyway, no one had seen the assassin's true face, so Jiang Lan could identify anyone she wanted.
It is impossible for the assassin to be so stupid as to reveal his true appearance during the assassination.
"Since Saint Zhu Yun is so protective of this brother, then I must have been wrong."
"The world is so big, and there are so many people with similar faces. I was frightened at the time, so it is possible that I was wrong."
Jiang Lan smiled nonchalantly and sat back.
Ling Zhuyun protected Ye Ming in public, which gave him an opportunity. Given his personality, he would have to bear the consequences of telling such a lie afterwards.
All the female disciples of Yao Chi Sect breathed a sigh of relief at this moment.
Even they were frightened just now. How could the saint be involved with the assassin who killed the son of the Prime Minister's Mansion?
After all, Zhao Dieyi had known Jiang Lan before. Seeing him looking at Ling Zhuyun, she snorted in her heart, thinking that he had said that on purpose. He must have had some bad intentions because of the saint's beauty.
Ye Ming was also alarmed and broke out in a cold sweat. Then he looked at Ling Zhuyun with a little gratitude.
If Jiang Lan ignored everything and insisted on letting him attack him, he might be in real danger today.
But when the situation comes, he will definitely not care about anything and make the secret hidden by Jiang Lan public. At worst, both sides will be destroyed.
"Thank you, Mr. Jiang, for your understanding." Ling Zhuyun breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Jiang Lan gave her face, and bowed lightly.
"The assassin that day was extremely vicious and cruel. He was familiar with Lin Fan, who assassinated me in Yuyi City that day. I believe they are both remnants of the Blood Immortal Sect."
“If Saint Lady Zhuyun encounters this, she has to be careful, so as not to fall into the trap of that thief. If she is tricked, things will be troublesome.” Jiang Lan smiled and said sincerely with good intentions.
Remnants of the Blood Immortal Cult?
Ling Zhuyun was slightly stunned when she heard Jiang Lan suddenly mention this.
She didn't expect that Jiang Lan regarded Ye Ming that day as a remnant of the Blood Immortal Sect.
However, nowadays, the remnants of the Blood Immortal Cult outside the Great Xia border are indeed becoming more and more rampant, and many remote villages and cities have been massacred.
Even within the territory of Da Xia, traces of the Blood Immortal Cult's activities have begun to appear.
"Thank you, Mr. Jiang, for the reminder." She nodded in response.
Ye Ming's face looked a little bad, he didn't know whether Jiang Lan said this intentionally or unintentionally.
Did she really see through his identity just now, or was she deliberately using this to intimidate Ling Zhuyun?
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Although this small setback occurred, the tea-making party went on smoothly.
The young generation came to the back and still did not respond or express their opinions.
Jiang Lan showed dissatisfaction on his face, but as if he knew that this would not work, he didn't say anything more in the end.
Afterwards, a young person suggested that they discuss and verify the Taoism on the stage to relieve boredom.
Compared with the previous silent response, this incident made the young geniuses quite active. For this reason, Jiang Lan also took out some prizes and showed his sincerity as the host.
The younger generation learned from each other and stopped at the right time. Even the Mingyuan Sect and the Yaochi Sect, which had always had a grudge against each other, did not have a conflict.
After the tea-making meeting ended, it was already the hour of You, and many geniuses said goodbye and did not stay long.
Jiang Lan's real purpose had been achieved, and both the host and the guest seemed to be very happy.
When the news spread that day, many cultivators flocked to the vicinity of Zixia Mountain, waiting there for the cave to appear.
Even the son of the Prime Minister's Mansion cares so much about it and is determined to get it, which naturally shows its importance.
Su Qinghan drank a lot of tea at the tea-making meeting. She felt her mind was clear and she had a sense of enlightenment. That night, she changed into a light and hazy dress and took the initiative to find Jiang Lan, asking him to help her practice.
Jiang Lan was in a good mood, so naturally he didn't refuse her request.
Chu Chan, who was supposed to sleep with the emperor, could only go to the side hall to rest.
But at Chou time, everything was silent.
In the hall, on a cushion, Chu Chan, who was originally meditating quietly, suddenly noticed something unusual.
She sat cross-legged here, with a piece of broken weapon fragment in her jade-white palm.
At this moment, she was stroking the piece of weapon fragment, feeling extremely surprised. It had been three days since she got this mysterious piece of weapon fragment.
With the palpitations she felt at the time, she bought it at the stall.
But in the following days, no matter how she investigated, she could hardly detect anything unusual. It seemed to be just an ordinary piece of weapon fragment.
Apart from its extremely solid texture, there seems to be nothing special about it.
But just now, when she finished her practice, she suddenly felt a strange, cool feeling coming from within.
It was heavy and thick, yet also contained a hint of ice-like coldness. The originally blurred lines were now becoming clearer, as if an ancient creature was whispering in her ear.
"Does it require a special time?"
"Or is it because it needs to be nurtured with magical power..."
Chu Chan kept trying, her beautiful eyes filled with surprise and delight.
As her magic power continued to flow in, the dark fragment of the weapon began to show traces of strange divine patterns and continuously emitted a blazing light.
And those divine patterns seemed to have life, converging towards her palm, shining with golden light, extremely dazzling, as if they were going to merge into her limbs and bones.
Faintly, she heard some ancient voices in her ears, like chanting scriptures, or like some painful wails. The two sounds mixed and entangled, making it difficult to distinguish.
Then, with her mind focused, she was able to actually understand these strange divine patterns. They seemed like an ancient and profound scripture, as if an ancient figure was explaining the essentials of the great Dao to her.
It was like two unclear figures were fighting there.
These lines, like tiny snakes, kept climbing along her palms and gradually spread to her entire body.
Upon closer inspection, it gives people a strange feeling as if their heart is palpitating like an abyss.
This process did not last long.
Chu Chan's breathing became rapid, and her eyes became more and more fiery.
In the end, the strange lines continued to converge and intertwine, and finally disappeared into the palm of her hand.
When Chu Chan looked again, the broken weapon fragment had disappeared into thin air, as if it had turned into a pile of ashes.
All the strange lines on her body also disappeared, as if everything that happened just now was just a dream.
Chu Chan sorted out her thoughts and recalled the details of what had just happened, her eyes full of brilliance.
"This is actually the fragment of the weapon of the ancient Beiming Ancient Heavenly Venerable..."
"To be precise, it should be the fragments of his weapon. After it was broken, it was hidden in the body of a powerful enemy and was difficult to remove. It was not revealed until the enemy died."
“The divinity and fierceness in it have been worn away, and instead it has turned into a divine mark of the Dao that has returned to its original simplicity.”
Chu Chan was very surprised, but also felt a sense of pleasant surprise.
Who could have imagined that such an unremarkable piece of weapon fragment would actually be a rare object containing a trace of the Taoist seal of the ancient Lord of the North Sea.
“Although it is only a trace of the Dao Seal, it contains some of the will of the Ancient Heavenly Venerable Bei Ming at that time…”
"Not only that, there are also some vague memories of Taoism."
Chu Chan suppressed her excitement. She had to admit that she was really lucky at that time.
Although she had no idea what level of existence the Ancient Lord of the North Sea would be at his peak, she could get a glimpse of it from the scenes reflected by the divine mark of the Dao Seal.
"There really is a cause and effect in the universe. The Beiming Chen family behind Chen Ning seems to have some connection with Beiming Ancient Heavenly Venerable..."
"I have obtained the Dao Seal of the Ancient Heavenly Venerable Bei Ming, which is equivalent to becoming his successor."
"If he left behind any legacy, it would be for me to use."
Chu Chan's mood gradually calmed down. She originally wanted to take advantage of the emergence of Zixia Zhenjun's cave to get rid of Chen Ning in order to avenge the bullying she had suffered in the past, but now she changed her mind.
(End of this chapter)
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