Chapter 87 Once the gap in trust widens, this is what it feels like
The long street was rumbling and shaking, smoke and dust were rolling, and one after another wild beasts with scales and armor, breathing out clouds and smoke, came in a mighty and terrifying manner.
"How about Saint Zhu Yun take us along this time?"
Jiang Lan sat upright on it, looking at Ling Zhuyun with a smile on his face.
Behind him followed many knights, as well as many powerful young people such as Li Daoyi and Luo Ying.
Each of them had a lot of people behind them, all of whom had a powerful aura and seemed to be surrounded by divine light.
This is a terrifying force that cannot be ignored. Any young person among them is a famous genius in Daxia with outstanding strength and talent.
But now he was following there, looking like a "lackey" of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
The pedestrians and monks who were watching the show on both sides of the street quickly retreated, fearing that they would bring disaster upon themselves.
The expressions of those young men who had just fanned the flames changed, they cursed in their hearts, feeling ashamed to be associated with these geniuses, and then hurried away.
"Jiang Lan..."
Qi Heng, the true disciple of the Human King Palace, did not expect Jiang Lan to suddenly appear and interfere, intending to ruin his good deeds.
The expression on his face froze and became a little ugly, but due to the other party's power, he restrained himself and could only bear it and let it go.
Regardless of whether he dared to offend the Prime Minister's Mansion in public, even the forces behind Jiang Lan were not something he could contend with.
Li Daoyi is a true disciple of Taiyi Sect. He is extremely powerful and has profound Taoism skills. However, he was defeated by the opponent many years ago.
Right now, Li Daoyi is working for Jiang Lan again...
Ye Ming's face was gloomy. Compared to Jiang Lan, he felt that the true disciple of the Human King Palace was easier to deal with.
But he didn't say much, and his expression quickly returned to normal.
If Jiang Lan insists on going with them, he will need to be more careful this time, after all, Zixia Mountain is different from Anyang City.
By then, if Jiang Lan knew his true identity, he would definitely not let him go.
Thinking of this, Ye Ming gently stroked the back of his hand. With the old ghost's help, perhaps he wouldn't have to be afraid of Jiang Lan at that time.
"Mr. Jiang..."
Ling Zhuyun's white dress was as white as snow, she looked holy and ethereal, her skin was like jade, and her jade-like face under the veil changed slightly, as if there was something unexpected.
She didn't expect that Jiang Lan would suddenly show up with some people, which was a disguised way of helping her out.
But compared with Qi Heng, she felt that it would be better to travel with Qi Heng.
At least Qi Heng would not be as reckless and unscrupulous as Jiang Lan.
"how?"
"Saint Zhuyun, are you unwilling? Did you promise me at the tea-making meeting that day that you would not fight for the inheritance of Master Zixia this time?"
"You suddenly change your mind and rush over here in such a hurry. Are you afraid of missing something?" Jiang Lan rode the beast in front of Ling Zhuyun and asked with a smile.
Ling Zhuyun didn't remember that she had promised Jiang Lan this matter that day.
However, she remained calm as she said, "Mr. Jiang has misunderstood. It is our honor to be able to travel with you. Mr. Jiang has many experts under his command. If we go there this time, I believe we will have a better chance of inheriting the fortune."
The female disciples of Yao Chi Sect behind her all looked so happy, especially Zhao Dieyi, Chen Ning and others, whose faces looked very unnatural.
The other female disciples were all left with deep psychological trauma at Zuixianju that day. At this moment, they hung their heads and dared not look at him any more.
This time, Chu Chan followed, riding on a strange beast with snow-white fur. She came close to Chen Ning and the others and took the initiative to greet them.
After all, although she is Jiang Lan's person, her identity as a disciple of the Yao Chi Sect has not changed at all. Logically speaking, she should go with Chen Ning and others.
Chen Ning's heart was filled with cold hatred, but due to the occasion, she still put on a kind and approachable face and took the initiative to chat with Chu Chan. It didn't seem like there was any life-and-death feud between the two of them.
People from the Beiming Chen family had already been waiting outside Anyang City, and they would go with her on this trip.
When she arrives at Zixia Mountain, she will have plenty of ways to deal with Chu Chan.
Qi Heng, a true disciple of the Human King Palace, could only snort in his heart. He didn't dare to do anything to Jiang Lan, so he could only vent his anger on Ye Ming. Seeing Ye Ming's calm and confident look, he felt even more unhappy.
He has been pursuing Ling Zhuyun for many years, but has never even received a good look from her.
As a result, today in Anyang City, I met this young man with an unfamiliar face appearing next to Ling Zhuyun.
There were even some rumors that there was such a person next to Ling Zhuyun at the tea-making party that day, and he claimed to be her friend.
In his family, an elder who was well versed in divination and deduction said frankly that Ling Zhuyun had great fortune.
If he could gain his favor and help, he would have a greater chance of becoming the master of the Human King Palace in the future.
"Mr. Jiang is traveling with us, so I naturally have no objection."
"But what is the identity of this strange man whom I have never met before, that Saint Zhuyun favors him so much?"
Qi Heng started to attack, snorted coldly and asked, staring at Ye Ming. He knew that the other party had a rare treasure that concealed his aura, so he could not detect his cultivation level.
"Indeed, Saint Zhuyun didn't introduce this brother much at the tea-making meeting that day. We don't know how many twists and turns and dangers there will be on this journey to Zixia Mountain."
"To be honest, I am a little worried about having a person I have never met following me around..."
"Brother, do you have any special abilities?"
Jiang Lan also spoke slowly at this moment.
Hearing this, Ye Ming's face did not look good.
Compared to Jiang Lan, Li Daoyi, Ao Xu, Qi Heng and other young people with clean family backgrounds, he is indeed no different from an illegal immigrant. Is he really from the Great Yan Kingdom? Who is the power behind him and the inheritance he has learned? Even Ling Zhuyun may not know these.
"Brother Ye is an upright person. I have met him many times, so there is no need to worry about his character. If you, Qi Heng, doubt Brother Ye's character, you can go alone. Why go with us?"
Ling Zhuyun's expression did not change at all, and she continued calmly.
But at the back, there was some sharpness, and the eyes looked directly at Qi Heng.
She didn't want to offend Jiang Lan, but Qi Heng in front of her didn't care much.
Qi Heng's expression changed for a while, and finally he snorted coldly and said nothing more. After all, he still had to pursue Ling Zhuyun.
If you make her angry and offend her to death like this, even if you inherit the fortune of True Lord Zixia and give it to her later, it will not be of much use.
But in his heart, he felt even colder and more jealous of Ye Ming. It was the first time he saw Ling Zhuyun defending such a man.
"In addition to his great strength, Brother Ye is also a master of formations. We may need to rely on him a lot on this trip." Ling Zhuyun looked at Jiang Lan again and explained.
Jiang Lan nodded slightly and said, "Since even Saint Zhu Yun said so, then I will naturally choose to believe you."
Ling Zhuyun felt a little surprised. She always felt that there seemed to be something behind Jiang Lan's words. Should he choose to believe in himself?
"Thank you, Mr. Jiang, for your understanding." She still replied politely.
After hearing that Ye Ming was actually a master of formations, Qi Heng was slightly surprised, but he didn't say anything more, tacitly agreeing to his qualification to go with him.
Ye Ming breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't say anything from beginning to end.
Seeing that Ling Zhuyun was not afraid of Jiang Lan's power and Qi Heng's questioning at all, and defended herself in this way, he felt a surge of warmth in his heart, and was secretly happy.
If I could have a wife like this, my life would not be in vain.
Jiang Lan could vaguely guess what Ye Ming was thinking at the moment and just wanted to laugh.
He was still waiting for Ye Ming, the free tool, to pave the way for him.
Although he had the token left by True Lord Zixia on him, the appearance of the cave this time might prompt the master of Zixia Temple to take action in advance.
The overwhelming purple mist that rushed out during this period was not a sign that a cave would be born at all. Instead, it was the master of Zixia Temple who, after sensing that the situation was beyond his expectations, activated the formation in advance to prevent anyone from destroying his plan and snatching away the opportunity.
In the original plot, these purple mists were the formations used by Taoist Zixia and others to cover up and trap foreign monks after their cave was born.
But Jiang Lan deliberately spread the news, attracting the attention of various immortal forces. Many cultivators had already settled in Zixia Mountain. There was no other way, and the Zixia Taoists had to activate the formation in advance.
This formation, called the Nine Heavens Dark Evil Trapping Dragon Formation, was recorded in the Blood Forbidden Codex. It could not only trap the enemy, but also refine it, serving as the flesh and blood origin of the formation and providing an endless supply of power.
Even if you are outside the formation and use extremely strong external force to break it, it will still take a lot of time.
Jiang Lan certainly had a way to crack it, but there was free labor right in front of him, so why bother himself?
Besides, he also needed this formation to complete his plan.
Soon, everyone did not delay any longer. One after another, the wild beasts rose into the sky, riding on the clouds and mist. The sounds of wind and thunder shook the air, and they ran in the air, like waves sweeping across the sky, quickly heading out of the city.
Zixia Mountain is not far from Anyang City, but with the speed of wild beasts, it would take at least half a day to get there.
…
As the purple mist phenomenon emerging from the surrounding mountains of Zixia Mountain became more and more astonishing, more and more talented monks rushed there during this period of time.
Divine rainbows fell from all directions of heaven and earth, and among them there were many respected elders who came to join in.
The villages at the foot of the nearby mountains have also moved away during this period, and all the villagers have left.
In a place like this where opportunities and fortunes arise and often lead to wars among monks, ordinary creatures here are not even as good as cannon fodder and will not even know how they died.
Those empty houses became the temporary residence and gathering place for a group of monks during this period.
The monks who arrived at Zixia Mountain early gathered in various villages, either waiting to sit in meditation or discussing and talking.
Outside Zixia Town.
A towering and steep mountain stands here, which is unknown how many thousand feet high. In the middle, there are lush ancient trees, green peaks and valleys, gurgling clear springs, and lingering clouds and mist.
Between the cliffs, there is a waterfall like the Milky Way, hanging high and falling straight down, stirring up steaming water mist.
Taoist Zixia stood here with his hands behind his back, his indifferent expression showing no change at all.
"According to the records on the remaining pages, the real secret cave is located between the cliffs..."
"Unfortunately, the time has not come yet. It involves space teleportation, and with my current strength, there is no way to do it."
Looking from his direction.
Thick purple mist could be seen faintly, floating down from the mountains, gradually spreading to cover the entire sky, as if it was going to completely submerge this area of land.
"The formation has been completed. Any foreign cultivators who come in later will be trapped here and refined into the origin of the formation."
"No one can stop me anymore."
Taoist Zixia nodded with satisfaction, then moved his ears slightly and heard a sound coming from not far away. His figure flashed and quickly disappeared.
After he left, several figures appeared here, holding some rare treasures in their hands. There were flashes of divine light and colorful lights in them, which obviously had some kind of treasure-hunting function.
"Something is wrong. There is clearly no hint from the strange treasure, so why is there such an astonishing phenomenon during this period of time?"
"Is there something wrong?" One of them looked at the rare treasure in his hand, frowned, and guessed.
"It's impossible that someone set this up deliberately to attract everyone here." said the person next to him.
“If that’s true, it takes tremendous courage. In Zhongtianzhou today, so many disciples from various immortal sects have rushed here. If something goes wrong, Zhongtianzhou will be overturned, right?” Another person shook his head, thinking that this was impossible.
"No matter what, we are just following orders to investigate. We won't get this opportunity."
"Master Linglong is still waiting..."
As they were talking, the figures of several people gradually blended into the night and soon disappeared.
Only the command badge on his waist reflected the moonlight, making him look particularly cold and gloomy.
When Jiang Lan and others arrived outside Zixia Mountain, it was already evening and the sun was setting in the west.
The towering and continuous mountains are obscured by thick purple fog, and only some outlines can be seen faintly.
Many monks and creatures stopped at various places, either alone or in groups of three or five, all studying how to get in.
At first glance, there were thousands of people gathered in this area, and there were also a lot of people in other directions.
"Why are there so many people here? I actually saw several young geniuses and extremely famous old figures." A female disciple of the Yao Chi Sect said in surprise.
Upon seeing this, Qi Heng ordered his men to go and find out the reason. Not long after, the men came back, but the expression on his face was not very good.
"Master, it seems we are late. We can't enter Zixia Mountain now..." the subordinate replied.
Qi Heng frowned and asked, "What's going on?"
"Outside Zixia Mountain, a thick purple fog has appeared in recent days. We don't know where it came from, and we can't dispel it. It will spread out at a certain time."
"Any cultivator who enters will be trapped inside and unable to find a way out. No matter what method they use, they will eventually find themselves back to square one."
“And when the time comes and the fog dissipates, you will find yourself outside the mountains again, which is the same place as you started from.” The subordinate said respectfully.
When these words were spoken, everyone was stunned.
Ling Zhuyun frowned slightly, looked at the purple mist that almost submerged the entire mountain range, and secretly pondered a countermeasure.
Ye Ming remained expressionless, and was also thinking about how to get in.
At this time, a young monk carrying a sword not far away noticed this side and walked over with a happy look on his face.
"Brother Qi..."
He bowed and greeted Qi Heng.
Someone from Yijian Mountain? Someone noticed the pattern on his sleeves and recognized the person.
Qi Heng nodded slightly and said, "Brother Wang, why are you here? Didn't you go ahead with Yao Chen and others?"
The Yao Chen he mentioned was a true disciple of Yijian Mountain, and he had a good relationship with him. The young swordsman in front of him was a disciple of Yijian Mountain, and he was also an acquaintance of him.
"To be honest, Brother Qi, this place is really weird. I originally went in with the brothers from Yijian Mountain, but not long after walking, I realized that I had lost them."
“So I went back the same way I came, but no matter how long I walked, I would end up back where I was.”
"I can't help it. I can only wait until the purple mist dissipates and I can see the surrounding scenery clearly before I leave in a hurry."
"This situation lasted for many days, and I had no choice but to wait."
"I guess this might be some kind of ancient formation, left behind by True Lord Zixia, specifically to test those who are destined to meet them."
The disciple explained with confidence.
"Sir, there is indeed the aura of a formation here. Those who came to investigate before never noticed the existence of a formation here. I guess it must have appeared during this period of time."
Behind Jiang Lan, a young and powerful alien appeared with a jade-like disc in his hand, and began to explore the aura of this place.
Hearing this, Li Daoyi, who was dressed in Taoist robes, took a few steps forward.
There seemed to be a divine light flashing in his peaceful eyes. He used pupil techniques to look into the distance at Zixia Mountain, trying to see through the purple mist that permeated the mountain.
But soon, he shook his head, indicating that he could not see through the scene.
"This formation is indeed a bit tricky. I don't know if those who entered Zixia Mountain early will encounter this situation." He sighed.
Chu Chan, who was following Jiang Lan closely, was also a little surprised at this moment. She didn't know about this from her brother.
However, Chu Yun has already left Anyang City, so it would be useless to ask him now.
I can only figure it out on my own.
"It doesn't matter. Since it's a formation, there is naturally a way to break it."
"Fortunately, I have already made preparations..."
Jiang Lan said casually, then waved his hand, and several of his men led several white-haired old men forward.
These old men were all wearing loose robes, with thin and sharp faces, looking a bit like immortals.
Everyone held a compass, a feng shui stone, an inkstone and other items in their hands. Without any further ado, they started to investigate.
Some people noticed the patterns on the chest of their robes and were secretly shocked.
These are the masters of the Tiangong Creation Institute. They have achieved extremely high levels of attainment in formations, and ordinary people cannot see them.
But now he was brought here by Jiang Lan to help him break the formation.
Ling Zhuyun looked at him with a hint of surprise. She didn't expect that he was so well prepared.
On the other hand, Ye Ming, who was standing aside, curled his lips in disdain, and then started communicating with Lao Gui.
"Old ghost, you have a lot of experience, do you have a way to break the formation?"
“You haven’t even entered the formation yet, so how can you break it from the outside? Unless you have the power beyond the Eight Realms, you can give it a try.” The old ghost replied casually in a slightly hoarse voice.
Ye Ming nodded secretly. No matter how he wanted to break the formation, he had to go in first.
At this time, an old man who was investigating frowned and guessed, "It seems that it really could be some kind of ancient formation, similar to the legendary Dragon Trap Formation. It is said that the formation is extremely mysterious, and I don't know how it was set up."
"Even if a real dragon stepped into it, it would lose its way and might even be trapped for countless years and eventually die of old age..."
"But the Dragon Trap Formation has long been lost. Even if it reappears in the world, it is probably only a remnant."
"Since True Lord Zixia left behind a legacy, he must have had many considerations. It is impossible that he deliberately made things difficult for future generations."
"At most, I will be trapped in it for a period of time, waiting for the cave to emerge and the inheritance to be taken away. The formation will probably dissipate on its own."
His guess was widely accepted by everyone.
The Yijianshan disciple nodded and agreed, "That's what I guessed, too. So I thought of returning to Anyang City and asking someone to look up the relevant books."
"If we can find a way to break the formation, then it will be easy..."
"In that case, why waste time?" Jiang Lan waved his hand impatiently and planned to walk in.
"Young Master..."
Li Daoyi, Ao Xu and others behind him all had slightly changed expressions, but they could only call their men and quickly follow.
"You really are not afraid of death. Although you said there is no danger, that is just a guess."
"Don't let that happen and implicate me."
Seeing this scene, Qi Heng sneered in his heart.
In his opinion, Jiang Lan was used to a life of luxury and had never encountered many dangers. He had no sense of vigilance or caution at all.
If there is no one to protect you closely, you will die in such a place sooner or later.
Seeing this, Ling Zhuyun sighed inwardly and asked all the disciples to follow. Only the leading elder stayed here to support them.
"The aura of this formation doesn't seem like the Dragon Trap Formation. It is somewhat similar, but I can't remember what kind of formation it is."
"But what the old man said just now is right. True Lord Zixia is not a very evil person. Since he has left his legacy to future generations, he would not be mysterious and there is no way he could be dangerous."
The old ghost's voice rang in Ye Ming's mind.
"If it's a dragon trap formation, how do we break it?" Ye Ming asked.
He wanted to show off his skills in front of Ling Zhuyun, especially since Qi Heng had been targeting and looking down on him along the way.
Although Jiang Lan did not express his opinion, the look on his face was like he was looking at a clown.
The other young people didn't even bother to look at him.
If it were in the past, he would have endured it and would not have cared, but in front of Ling Zhuyun, he couldn't help it after all.
Especially when Jiang Lan and Chu Chan were talking and joking, Chu Chan asked, whether intentionally or unintentionally, "Sir, what does it take to be called a formation master?"
Jiang Lan replied with a smile, "I just said it casually, Chan'er, do you really take it seriously?"
"Master of formations? I call myself a master of alchemy. Do you believe me?"
"Chan'er believes whatever the young master says..."
At this time, the young genius of the Dragon Clan beside him stepped forward and echoed, "Young Master, what you said is correct."
"If you want to make achievements in formation, you must spend a lot of your mind and energy. Where is the time to practice?"
"My sister is extremely talented. She immersed herself in the Dao of Alchemy some time ago. However, she has only just started to dabble in it. It didn't take her long before her cultivation level almost fell behind..."
Although these words did not mention anyone by name, everyone could tell that they were talking about Ye Ming.
Even some of the Yao Chi Sect's female disciples looked at him in a strange and peculiar way.
After all, we all have one brain. We have to practice and study the formation at the same time. How can we take care of both at the same time?
Ye Ming naturally felt unhappy when he heard those words. Although they were talking about him, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that they were mocking Ling Zhuyun for being short-sighted.
He himself didn't care, but if Ling Zhuyun was embarrassed and laughed at because of him, he would not be able to bear it.
"It's not that difficult. It's just a matter of deduction, finding the direction and number of steps. You can't make any mistakes. If you take one more step, all your efforts will probably be wasted."
"This process is somewhat exhausting in terms of mind and energy, but as long as we have sufficient pills, it won't be a problem." said the old ghost.
The night was deep and the purple mist was thick. As everyone went deeper, the place became increasingly darker, and it felt like one could not see one's hand in front of one's face.
Several old men walking in front, holding compasses, kept deducing and looking for the direction.
One of them brought out a dim ancient bronze lamp, barely dispelling some of the purple mist that was overwhelming.
"Young master, please follow us for a while. The formation here is strange and there is no guarantee that there will be no danger." Ao Xu said. He was tall and had dragon blood. There were dragon scales on his arms and face. He was guarding the surroundings with a vigilant look.
Jiang Lan felt a little puzzled, but he still smiled and said, "Ao Xu, you are so loyal. When you get the inheritance of Master Zixia, I will reward you when you return."
In the original plot, the dragon people finally betrayed the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Jiang Lan didn't have much impression of Ao Xu, but he could remember some details about his sister, who had the purest bloodline in the history of the dragon race and was close to reversion to her ancestral form.
Right now, the Prime Minister's Mansion is extremely powerful, and the Dragon Clan is ambitious, but they can only shrink and restrain themselves, not daring to have any disloyal thoughts.
But I don’t know what Ao Xu is thinking, whether it is his original intention or for other reasons.
Jiang Lan didn't care.
The young geniuses here only call him "Young Master" and come here to help him because they are in awe of the power of the Prime Minister's Mansion and regard it as their master.
It is the same as Li Daoyi, the true disciple of Taiyi Sect. He wants to be the leader of Taiyi Sect and get the full support of Li family, so he must obey the orders of Li family.
Among the three major family lineages of Taiyi Sect, the Suiji Li family is the family behind Jiang Lan's mother.
Although Li Daoyi's surname is Li, he is not a member of the Li family after all. The surname Li was only given to him.
Just like Li Mengning who has always been by Jiang Lan's side.
The difference is that Li Mengning was taught by her mother herself, nurtured since childhood, and watched her grow up. It is not wrong to say that she is an adopted daughter.
Li Daoyi fought his way out of the outer sect step by step, and at the ceremony of succession to the true teachings, he was accepted into the Li family and given the surname Li.
There is absolutely no comparison between the two in terms of status and position.
"puff……"
At this time, a muffled groan was heard, and an old man who was exploring the way ahead twitched his body, then vomited blood, his face turned pale, and he fell to the ground.
"The loss of spiritual consciousness is really too great..."
His companion beside him sighed softly, helped him up, and stuffed some pills into his pocket.
Upon seeing this, Chu Chan got a signal from Jiang Lan, stepped forward, took out the sandalwood box, and passed over a few glowing pills in it.
"Several seniors have worked hard to pave the way for you, young master. This is the third-level Xiaohuan Pill. I hope you will accept it." She explained.
"Third turn Xiao Huan Dan?"
The old man who had just fainted took the pill and slowly woke up.
Hearing this, he could barely open his eyes, but now he pushed his companions away, a smile stretched all the way to the corners of his mouth, and he hurriedly took the pills, "I'm fine, and I can continue to pave the way for Master Jiang..."
When everyone saw this scene, they were all shocked, and then secretly sighed at the wealth and power of the man.
Even the third-level Xiaohuandan was taken out. This is a life-saving thing that can bring the dead back to the dead.
Look at those old men who had dejected faces just now. Now their faces are glowing with rosy glow, and the wrinkles on their old faces are squeezed together because of their smiles.
"You really are willing to do that." Ye Ming also sighed secretly.
He actually also had a small Huandan on him, but it was not a third-level one, but a second-level one. He had always kept it as a treasure and saved it for use at a critical moment.
"I also have some pills here to replenish spiritual consciousness and physical strength..."
Ling Zhuyun spoke and walked over personally, holding a few bottles of pills in Su Baiyu's hand and handed them to several old men.
She didn't want to take advantage of Jiang Lan.
It turned out that she had some complaints about Jiang Lan going with them, but along the way, apart from occasionally teasing Chu Chan, she didn't see Jiang Lan do anything.
However, the Yao Chi Sect actually took advantage of him.
"Saint Zhuyun, didn't you say that your friend is a master of formations?"
"Why don't we let the seniors take a break? If they continue to deduce, they may not be able to handle it at their age."
Jiang Lan didn't care about Ling Zhuyun's little thoughts. He looked at Ye Ming and said with interest.
He was creating opportunities for Ye Ming. The goddess was right in front of him. If he didn't control himself, he would have no chance later.
Qi Heng agreed with what he said and smiled, "Mr. Jiang is right. It will take a long time to get through here. If we exhaust the minds of the seniors now, it will be troublesome later."
Ling Zhuyun frowned slightly, vaguely guessing what Jiang Lan and Qi Heng meant.
Still don’t believe in Ye Ming’s ability?
However, the formation is very tricky at the moment, and she is not sure whether Ye Ming can break it and find a way out.
Seeing Ling Zhuyun looking over, Ye Ming instantly understood what she meant and nodded slightly to show that he was confident.
A smile of appreciation appeared on Ling Zhuyun's face beneath the veil.
"Mr. Jiang is right. The seniors have suffered serious mental damage and are indeed not suitable to continue the deduction."
"Leave the rest to me..." Ye Ming stepped forward and said calmly, with a calm demeanor that convinced people.
Several old men who were pondering over their next move frowned when they heard this, not understanding where Ye Ming got so sure.
They have been immersed in this for so many years, but they may not be able to solve the problem. This yellow-haired boy, although young, has a big tone.
One of them immediately said in dissatisfaction, "You are not afraid of getting hurt by the strong wind when you say such things. Young man, I advise you to be careful and not be arrogant."
Seeing this, Jiang Lan kept smiling, thinking to himself that this was what it was like, the familiar plot of pretending to be cool and then getting slapped in the face was about to happen.
If Ye Ming doesn't lead the way and break the formation, these old guys will have to dawdle here for a long time and still can't find the right way...
He had already dug the pit for Ye Ming, just waiting for him to jump into it.
As expected by Jiang Lan, Ye Ming responded calmly to these contemptuous words, as if he didn't care at all.
He waved his hand, and an ancient stone compass appeared in his palm.
"The sky and the earth are in place, the mountains and the lakes are connected, the thunder and the wind are close to each other, and the water and the fire do not shoot at each other..."
Ye Ming let out a low shout, and his magic power surged and flooded the compass.
Before coming here, he had talked and discussed with Lao Gui and made sufficient preparations. The compass in his hand was a rare object that had been used to penetrate the Jedi and had the mystery of creation.
The next moment, a hazy light appeared on the compass, and there were actually traces of stars intertwined in it.
As he began to mutter, the hazy scene here also evolved and many changes occurred.
Seeing this, the eyes of several old men who still doubted and looked down on Ye Ming suddenly widened, as if they couldn't believe it.
One of them even cried out in amazement, "How is this possible? This is the technique of finding acupuncture points and exploring locations recorded in the Zhoutian Geomancy Classic..."
Ye Ming's face showed no emotion as he continued to deduce.
"Zhen Fang, stop after thirteen steps..."
"Li Fang, you can only take eight steps..."
"Nine Steps of Genfang..."
Then, a green light flew out from the compass, heading towards the east, and disappeared into the fog.
Seeing this scene, everyone was extremely shocked. They never expected that Ye Ming could actually find a way to escape from the formation.
Ye Ming didn't explain much, suppressed the secret joy in his heart, and walked over.
Ling Zhuyun showed a smile on her lips. She did not doubt whether Ye Ming's deduction was right or wrong. She just followed him and trusted him very much.
Jiang Lan also suppressed the smile on his face and followed slowly.
"Saint Zhu Yun's friend is really extraordinary. Even the masters of Tiangong Creation Institute are far inferior to him."
"It seems that I really was wrong." He sighed nonchalantly.
"How is that possible?"
"How did he do it at his age? Did he know the formation here in advance?"
Several old men were still a little dazed, finding it hard to believe what they saw.
With their knowledge, they could not understand this scene at all.
The art of formation is inherently unpredictable and ever-changing.
Unless it was the person who set up the formation, how could the others break through so easily and find the correct path without any deduction? "Brother Ye's attainments in formations are extremely high, so this should not be difficult for him." Ling Zhuyun replied.
"Does Saint Zhuyun trust him so much?" Jiang Lan suddenly asked.
Ling Zhuyun didn't understand what he meant. She always felt that Jiang Lan said something very strange and meaningful to her on the day of the tea-making party. Although she thought about it afterwards, she didn't know what it meant.
A hint of confusion flashed across her beautiful eyes. She paused for a moment and looked at Jiang Lan.
But he didn't say anything else. Instead, he shook his head slightly and followed slowly.
Ling Zhuyun didn't think any more about it. Compared to Jiang Lan, she naturally trusted Ye Ming more.
Both in terms of character and temperament, he is by no means comparable to Jiang Lan, a second-generation rich man who relies on power, is arrogant and domineering, and bullies men and women.
Jiang Lan naturally understood Ling Zhuyun's thoughts at the moment. As a qualified yellow-haired man, bah, as the most affectionate man in Daxia, it was necessary for him to let Ling Zhuyun see Ye Ming's true face.
Both the words spoken at the tea-making party that day and the words spoken today were within his expectations and calculations.
It is true that Ling Zhuyun admires Ye Ming, but the premise of this admiration is that Ye Ming is an upright and sincere person.
Once this trust is broken, it can no longer be repaired.
Ye Ming knew that Ling Zhuyun hated the Blood Immortal Sect, but he still went to the Bloody Plateau because he coveted the Blood Immortal Sect's inheritance.
He must have kept this matter a secret from Ling Zhuyun, and this is the biggest reason why Jiang Lan is sure that Ye Ming is a qualified scapegoat.
With Ye Ming's action, there were naturally no accidents afterwards.
Soon, everyone followed Ye Ming's instructions and walked for several hours.
The purple fog that filled the eyes finally dissipated a little, revealing the open mountains and lush ancient forests ahead.
A thin mist is floating and the cold moon is hanging high in the sky, cool and bright.
They managed to walk out of the ancient formation and arrived outside Zixia Mountain.
Apart from the monks who came here at the very beginning, it can be said that no one else has set foot here.
“It lives up to expectations.”
Ye Ming put away the compass and smiled at Ling Zhuyun.
"Thank you, Brother Ye." Ling Zhuyun thanked.
"Little brother is really amazing. Could it be that you already knew about the formation here and studied it specially?"
"Otherwise, why is it a good move?"
Several old men still looked at Ye Ming in surprise and shock. During this period, Ye Ming did almost nothing else except swallowing some pills to restore his soul. He just found the correct route and brought them out.
This seemed unbelievable to them, like a dream.
"It was just luck. I happened to have seen some records of this formation in some classic books..." Ye Ming said modestly. With his own abilities, it was impossible for him to find the correct way out so quickly.
The one he relied on along the way was still Lao Gui, of course this was his secret.
"Brother Ye really deserves to be the formation master in the words of Saint Zhuyun. I was shortsighted before. I wonder if Brother Ye is interested in serving my Prime Minister's Mansion. My Prime Minister's Mansion needs geniuses like Brother Ye." Jiang Lan stepped forward, smiled and patted Ye Ming's shoulder, and asked.
The expression on Ye Ming's face froze. He didn't even notice Jiang Lan approaching him.
His whole body was tense and he was extremely alert. He knew that Jiang Lan was very well hidden and had extremely terrifying strength, so he did not dare to underestimate him at this moment.
"Thank you for your respect, Mr. Jiang. I'm used to living a carefree life, and I'm afraid I can't stand being valued by the Prime Minister's Mansion. If I cause trouble, I will really let down Mr. Jiang's trust." He replied hurriedly, looking flattered.
If Jiang Lan knew his true identity, he would probably kill him immediately.
He himself had no good feelings towards Jiang Lan, and was even very hostile to him. The hatred between the two was not small at all.
"That's really a pity..." Jiang Lan shook his head slightly with a look of regret.
Although it was dark at night, everyone could see the scene ahead.
Although there are thorns and vines on both sides, the outline of the village can be vaguely seen, and there are people everywhere.
"Although there is still a lot of fog floating around here, we should have left the formation area..."
“The cultivators and creatures who arrived earlier should be resting nearby, waiting for the cave to appear.”
Seeing lights in the house ahead, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and hurried over.
"Sir, it seems someone has passed through the maze outside and came here."
In a slightly dilapidated blue brick and tile house.
A tall man with an upright figure, wearing golden armor and looking very imposing, was frowning as he flipped through the ancient book in his hand, catching up on his knowledge of formations.
When he heard the words from his subordinates outside, he was stunned at first, and then he showed joy.
"For so many days, apart from those with incredible luck, not many people have been able to pass through that formation."
"It's still a group of people, which is enough to show that they have a very deep attainment in formations."
He stood up and planned to go and meet the person in person. It would be even better if the person was someone he knew well.
There has been something really strange going on in Zixia Mountain these days. Many cultivators who went to explore, including some younger ones, have not been able to come back.
Even though he was fearless, he still felt a little cold.
A man with a refined temperament came in at this time and said, "Sir, the people coming seem to be from the Prime Minister's Mansion."
"Jiang Lan?"
The tall man was stunned, his expression changed, and he seemed a little hesitant.
"In addition to Jiang Lan, there are also people from the Yao Chi Sect, and Qi Heng from the Human King Palace is also here." The elegant man said again.
"That's good. Jiang Lan has many experts under his command. We can make use of them."
"Yaochi Sect and Renwang Palace pose no threat to me."
The tall man was none other than Xia Jie, the third son of Prince Wuxuan. Shortly after the tea-making party ended, he led his subordinates and arrived here first.
The arrival of Jiang Lan and others naturally did not escape the notice of the cultivators here.
Many people transformed into divine rainbows, and their figures appeared on the hilltops.
Although there were lights on in these houses, the monks inside were all sitting cross-legged and practicing. Naturally, they could sense any disturbance outside.
Jiang Lan was not surprised to see many familiar faces, and her smile grew even wider.
He had kindly advised them that day to give him face and give up the inheritance of Master Zixia.
As a result, these people were disdainful and no one listened, but more people came.
Now that he is going to die, I really can’t blame him.
"Mr. Jiang..."
"Saint Bamboo Rhythm..."
Among these familiar faces, Han Yiming from the Ancient Dao School was also there.
In addition, there was the feminine man with purple eyes from the Heavenly Demon Palace who was at the tea-making party that day.
The Fairy Miaoyin of the Goddess Palace has not shown up, which surprised Jiang Lan a little. Is she really smart, or is she really not interested in the inheritance of Master Zixia?
Or was he late and still trapped outside? But that didn't matter anymore.
After exchanging pleasantries, everyone casually talked about what they knew about each other, but each of them concealed the most important information.
In the past few days, many cultivators have disappeared inexplicably, and no one knows whether they are alive or dead. Some people suspect that they have mistakenly entered a teleportation array or are trapped somewhere.
However, where exactly Zixia Zhenjun's cave is located and how he will appear is still a mystery.
Instead, every day one can see the purple mist becoming thicker and thicker. No one knows where it comes from and no one can find its source.
(End of this chapter)
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