Chapter 90: Routines have always won people's hearts, the heart-eating disease is really useful
"Her aura is a little disordered. It seems that she has encountered a lot of trouble."
Jiang Lan stood on the top of the mountain, his clothes fluttering and his face as handsome as jade. He put his hands behind his back and looked at Ling Zhuyun not far away.
After noticing that she was not feeling well, he immediately smiled warmly and brilliantly.
Then he lightly drew a line with his fingers behind his back, and the originally quiet ground suddenly rumbled and trembled, the earth veins hummed, vital energy fluttered, and streaks of blood-red light quickly disappeared into the earth veins.
After doing all this, his figure disappeared from this place.
Ling Zhuyun, who was not far away, was wearing a white dress as pure as snow, holy and otherworldly. Her jade-like face was covered with a veil, and her expression was cold and calm, with no ripples in her eyes.
Her long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, falling straight to her waist.
A jade hairpin that was inserted diagonally before accidentally fell off when fighting with the powerful enemy.
She didn't have time to look for it now. Deep in her seemingly calm eyes, she could actually hide a hint of fatigue.
In total, we encountered two waves of powerful enemies.
Even she felt a little tired, but there was no peaceful area to rest at the moment and she needed to be on guard at all times.
In her jade hand, she held a crystal-clear pearl, and its soft light spread out, dispersing the thick purple mist and illuminating the way forward for her.
Chi, chi, chi…
Suddenly, sensing something, Ling Zhuyun's calm eyes suddenly turned cold.
She instantly took the pearl from her jade hand, raised her slender fingers forward, and a stream of emerald green light like a lake flew out. It was a bracelet wrapped in misty divine light. The light was bright, and it smashed forward with a bang.
A rock several people tall suddenly shattered, and several blood-red lights, accompanied by a sinister gust of wind and a cold laugh, rushed towards her.
There were several human-faced flags shrouded in blood-red mist, which looked eerie and spooky. Wisps of black mist were swirling and steaming around them, as if there were living creatures howling.
The human face in the middle stared at her with vicious eyes, as if wanting to devour her flesh and blood and suck her blood.
"These things again..."
Ling Zhuyun's face was covered with frost, and her white jade hands were shrouded in rosy light. She slapped forward, and her powerful magic power was like a long river that rolled past, shaking the rocks and rumbling like waves hitting the shore.
Her slender and well-proportioned body was also moving forward. Between her skirt, her straight legs were shining with a white luster. She swept the air and knocked the human-faced flag that was flying towards her into the distance.
At this moment, she had lost all her previous holy aura, her features were indifferent, and she looked like a jade-faced immortal, fierce and powerful.
Phew…
In the void, there was a blood-colored mist, emitting a burning smell.
One of the human-faced flags let out a scream and was hit by Ling Zhuyun's palm.
The glow of light faded from her body, and a bright moon rose between her palms, beautiful and holy, yet containing the ultimate murderous intent.
These human-faced flags came quickly, but disappeared just as quickly. At this moment, they all turned into blood-red streams of light and fled into the fog.
Ling Zhuyun originally wanted to chase after it and destroy it completely, but seeing the situation, she had no choice but to give up.
Don't chase an enemy who is desperate, especially at this time.
She suspected that there was someone behind these human flags controlling them. Every time she was distracted, they would suddenly rush out and try to devour her blood.
She had encountered several such attacks along the way.
These human-faced flags could escape into the ground at any time and disappear in the blink of an eye. If it weren't for her powerful spiritual perception and amazing perception, it would have been difficult for her to deal with them.
She guessed that many cultivators and living beings might have been possessed by the devil.
The younger brother of Han Yiming, a true disciple of the ancient Taoist school, might have died tragically under this human-faced flag.
Ling Zhuyun collected her thoughts, took a deep breath, and felt her injuries being triggered again.
"No, we must find a safe place to recover first, otherwise if these people with flags come again, it will be difficult for me to deal with them."
"The person behind this is probably planning to use this opportunity to consume my strength and then kill me when I am exhausted."
Ling Zhuyun felt a little depressed. She left the main force of Yao Chi Sect and came alone to look for the missing sisters.
But unfortunately no one was found. It has been so long. If they didn’t have other means of saving their lives, they would probably have died here.
"I have tried my best. I am sorry to my fellow junior sisters..."
She was silent for a while, then sensed the direction from which True Lord Zixia's cave was born, and chose to go in another direction to avoid running into those who were competing for the opportunity.
She had to find a place where she could rest and recover without being disturbed.
After a cup of tea.
Ling Zhuyun came to a place where cliffs met, and heard the sound of flowing springs in front of her, as if a mountain spring passed by here and gathered into a stream.
"There should be a cave or a crack in the cliff in this place..."
Ling Zhuyun was about to leave, but she sensed a surge of energy and the roar of a mountain spirit not far away. She was slightly startled and hesitated for a moment, but decided to go and take a look. If she could help, she would do so.
But after walking over and seeing the scene clearly, Ling Zhuyun was stunned again.
His cold and calm eyes widened slightly, very surprised.
A figure she had never thought of appeared here.
"Jiang Lan..."
"Why is he here? I thought he was with his men."
"It looks like he's been hurt quite a bit."
In the slow stream shrouded in purple mist, Jiang Lan's clothes were torn, and there were scratches on his face and arms. He looked quite embarrassed.
His robes, which were usually spotless, were now stained with mud and blood. His long hair, which was originally tied up, was now loose. He was constantly dodging the attacks of mountain goblins and wild monsters.
On his body, a jade pendant emitted a faint light, forming a shield like a barrier, protecting his entire body.
In his hands, he held a number of glittering jade talismans, and threw one or two out from time to time.
Lightning flashed and flames gushed out, smashing the gathered mountain spirits and monsters, causing them to scream in pain, but it also aroused their ferocity. Their eyes became increasingly scarlet and cruel, and they wandered around, ready to charge at any time.
"These talismans can't even exert 10% of their power in his hands."
"If I run out of it, I'm afraid I'll die here and become food for these mountain goblins and wild monsters."
Seeing this scene, Ling Zhuyun felt a little complicated. Although she didn't have a good impression of Jiang Lan, she couldn't just stand by and watch him die. What's more, she had drunk his spiritual tea at the tea-making meeting before.
Because of Ye Ming's incident, she also helped to cover for him and said frankly that Ye Ming was with her on the day Jiang Lan was assassinated.
It is reasonable and necessary to save him.
Chi, chi, chi…
Thinking of this, Ling Zhuyun raised his palm and shot out a sword energy.
The mountain spirits and wild monsters that gathered together suddenly let out a scream, and instantly exploded under the impact of the sword energy, turning into essence.
Jiang Lan seemed to have never expected that someone would come to his rescue. There was a bit of surprise on his face. After he reacted, he looked in the direction where the sword energy came from.
"Mr. Jiang..."
Ling Zhuyun, wearing a snow-white dress, came forward and spoke.
"Saint Bamboo Rhythm?"
"Why is it you?"
Jiang Lan narrowed his eyes, as if he was surprised that she would appear here.
Ling Zhuyun had no intention of explaining and asked directly, "Mr. Jiang, how come you were separated from your men and are still here?"
She originally thought that Chu Chan, Jiang Lan and others were separated.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Lan was separated from his men and appeared here alone.
If she hadn't happened to meet him, Jiang Lan might have really died here.
Hearing Ling Zhuyun's words, Jiang Lan's face seemed a little bad.
"Thank you for your help, Saint Zhuyun. I will send someone to thank you with a generous gift later."
He let out a light breath, and without paying any attention to the beautiful woman in front of him, he found a piece of blue stone in the slow stream, sat down without any hesitation, cleaned his wounds, took out a pill, swallowed it, and relieved his injuries.
"As for why I am here, it's a long story."
"When True Lord Zixia's cave was revealed, purple mist came and the scene was in chaos. I didn't know who grabbed me at the time, and when I came to my senses, I had been thrown to an unknown place."
"What happened next was naturally what you saw. These mountain spirits and wild monsters took advantage of my weakness and besieged me together..."
Jiang Lan explained casually, looking calm and composed, as if he didn't feel ashamed to mention such a thing.
Anyway, he has no skills and is powerless, so it is normal for him to be bullied like this.
Ling Zhuyun was somewhat surprised, as she had never expected this to be the reason.
"Master Jiang, do you know who took you away at that time?"
After a long silence, she opened her red lips and asked softly.
Following this process, she actually had a rough guess.
As the son of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Jiang Lan has many life-saving items on him.
Although the person who took action at that time could capture him in the chaos, it was not so easy to kill him, and it would take a lot of time.
Anyway, after Jiang Lan and his men were separated, they had no one to protect them. They were left to fend for themselves in this place and would not survive long. They would eventually die from various dangers.
Even if the Xiangguo Mansion took revenge afterwards, it would not be able to find a target for revenge.
This was a perfect plan, but unfortunately she encountered it...
"I didn't see it clearly. I guess that guy didn't dare to let me see it clearly."
Jiang Lan shook his head, then looked at her and said, "Could it be that Saint Zhu Yun knows who is harming me?"
Ling Zhuyun didn't look him in the eye, but just shook her head and said, "Even Master Jiang, you couldn't see it clearly, how could I guess it?"
In fact, she had some guesses in her mind, but she couldn't say them out loud.
He was alone, yet he had this method that was undetectable to anyone, and he had a grudge against Jiang Lan and wanted to harm him.
Apart from Ye Ming, there is probably no one else...
But she was just guessing and had no evidence.
Once it is found out that it was Ye Ming who was responsible, the Prime Minister's Mansion will definitely take revenge with all its might.
“That’s right.”
"Anyway, there are many people who want to harm me. Trying to find the murderer in this place is like looking for a needle in a haystack."
"Things are a bit difficult."
Jiang Lan nodded and smiled in agreement.
Ling Zhuyun didn't expect him to be so calm. When encountering such a thing, shouldn't he feel angry and resentful? Could it be that he has encountered such things too many times and has become accustomed to it?
"Why did Saint Zhu Yun come to a place like this instead of competing for the opportunity inheritance of True Lord Zixia? Could it be that she got separated from Yaochi Sect?"
Jiang Lan asked casually after washing the dirt and blood off his body.
Ling Zhuyun's eyes were a little dim, and she said, "Several junior sisters are missing. I came here alone to look for them, but judging from the current situation, they may have met with an accident..."
Jiang Lan glanced at her and sighed, "The disciples from various sects who came to Zixia Mountain this time are all the targets of the Blood Immortal Sect. Many people from the Blood Immortal Sect have infiltrated here. If your sisters were separated, they might have been killed by the Blood Immortal Sect."
"Now the Blood Immortal Cult is becoming more and more rampant and unscrupulous. Even I have been assassinated by them many times."
"Saint Zhuyun, although you are very powerful and have profound cultivation, you'd better be careful. The people of the Blood Immortal Sect are omnipresent and hard to guard against."
Ling Zhuyun looked at him in surprise.
It was the first time she saw Jiang Lan look so serious, which was completely different from the casual and frivolous look she had seen before.
"Thank you, Mr. Jiang, for telling me. I will be careful." Ling Zhuyun replied softly.
Jiang Lan seemed to know that she didn't take it to heart, so he didn't bother to say anything more and stood up to leave.
Ling Zhuyun took a few steps forward and said, "Mr. Jiang..."
"What is it?"
"What did you mean by what you said to me at the tea-making party that day?"
"Moreover, ever since I came to Zixia Mountain, I feel that every word you said to me seemed to be full of deep meaning, but forgive me for being stupid and not being able to figure it out." Ling Zhuyun asked with a frown.
Hearing this, Jiang Lan stopped and looked back at her, with an inexplicable look in his eyes.
After a moment, he smiled and said, "At a time like this, Saint Zhuyun, you don't have to hide anything and pretend to be confused."
"Do you really not know what I said, or are you pretending not to know?"
"I think you know better than me whether the brother Ye next to you is the one who assassinated me in Zuixianju that day."
These words made Ling Zhuyun stunned, and her beautiful eyes widened slightly.
An unnatural expression emerged on the beautiful face beneath the veil, and she subconsciously bit the corner of her lip.
She never expected that Jiang Lan would suddenly be so direct and say this.
After she came to her senses, she felt an inexplicable panic in her heart, as well as a feeling of shame and uneasiness as if she had been caught lying.
She was clearly the holy and transcendent Saintess of the Yao Chi Sect, revered and admired by everyone, and she represented the face of the Yao Chi Sect. But because of a man, she made an exception and lied...
Once this matter gets out, who knows what kind of impact it will have on her and the prestige of the Yao Chi Sect.
To the extent that her action might bring shame to the entire Yao Chi Sect.
"Jiang... Young Master Jiang..."
Ling Zhuyun didn't even notice that her mood had changed at the moment, and her tone became obviously unnatural.
"It seems that you, Saint Zhuyun, knew the identity of that man, but you were still biased and protected him at the tea-making meeting that day."
"Until now, you still want to pretend to be confused in front of me and say that you don't understand what I said."
"It's really interesting. Do you think I'm stupid? Or what?"
Jiang Lan smiled, as if he didn't notice the forced calmness on her face.
Ling Zhuyun took a deep breath and calmed herself down.
She was about to open her mouth and explain.
Jiang Lan waved his hand, interrupting her, and said, "Although Saint Zhu Yun is the quasi-saint of Yao Chi Sect, she is also a human being. She has human emotions and desires. It is also normal. I can understand that a young man admires Ai and a young girl is in love, but your lover may not trust you as much as you do."
"I have given you many good advices. Whether you listen or not is none of my business."
"Sweetheart?"
Ling Zhuyun's beautiful eyes froze for a moment, and she subconsciously wanted to explain that she and Ye Ming were not in that kind of relationship at all.
The relationship between the two could only be described as a gentlemanly friendship as pure as water, and she only had admiration for him.
The reason why he helped cover for him at the tea-making conference was because Ye Ming assassinated Jiang Lan because he wanted to help rescue Chu Chan, who was a disciple of Yao Chi Sect.
But there is no point in explaining all this now. She did lie to Jiang Lan and everyone else that day.
"How did Mr. Jiang know his identity?" she asked in return, admitting that she knew about Ye Ming's assassination of Jiang Lan.
"It's not that I know about this. It's just that at the tea-making meeting that day, Meng Ning told me that the aura on him was very suspicious. It seemed that he was the one who assassinated me in Zuixianju..."
Jiang Lan said casually that Li Mengning was not here anyway, so it was okay to say that she noticed it.
"Meng Ning?"
Ling Zhuyun was stunned for a moment, then reacted.
Jiang Lan should be talking about Li Mengning, the quasi-saint of Taiyi Sect.
She was a very scary woman, and even she wasn't sure of winning.
"So she has been with Master Jiang the whole time? No wonder I always had a strange feeling along the way..."
Ling Zhuyun suddenly realized that Li Mengning had a high level of cultivation and perhaps some kind of talent, so it was normal for her to be able to detect the abnormality in Ye Ming.
Then, she felt a little guilty.
At the tea-making party that day, Jiang Lan knew that she was lying, but did not expose her directly and gave her face.
If he insisted on sending people to attack Ye Ming, Ye Ming's identity would probably be exposed, and even she would be implicated. The Yao Chi Sect might also become a laughing stock among the various immortal sects.
As she was feeling mixed emotions, Jiang Lan's words rang out again.
"Don't worry, since you just saved me, Saint Zhuyun, I will keep your lie to you a secret. You don't have to worry, I won't tell anyone else."
"But I will kill that Ye guy in the future, so don't stop me."
"He is not as simple as you think. The Lin Fan who tried to assassinate me in Yuyi City that day was a member of the Blood Immortal Sect. He was young but extremely powerful. Even my uncle Ying, who was at the sixth level, couldn't stop him."
"I don't know the origins of that man surnamed Ye, but when he was at Zuixianju, he was able to escape safely under the noses of a group of powerful people. His methods are not simple..."
Although his tone was casual, he seemed very serious.
"Mr. Jiang, are you doubting whether Brother Ye is a member of the Blood Immortal Cult?" Ling Zhuyun asked.
At this moment, she finally understood why Jiang Lan insisted on asking her to search Ye Ming's Sumeru Ring in person in front of the village.
But she still didn't believe that Ye Ming would have anything to do with the Blood Immortal Cult.
"If I am the only one who doubts, then I might be wrong. But what if everyone doubts? What is Saint Zhuyun trying to deceive herself about?"
"There are many people from the Blood Immortal Sect infiltrating Zixia Mountain now. If they act on their emotions, they won't know how they will die." Jiang Lan said.
Ling Zhuyun remained silent and had no words to say. She actually knew that people from the Blood Immortal Sect had infiltrated this place.
She encountered powerful enemies twice. The first time was when she met disciples from the Mingyuan Sect, and the second time was when she met people from the Blood Immortal Sect.
Although all the enemies were killed by her sword, she was also injured.
At this moment, Ling Zhuyun's delicate body suddenly trembled, and the injuries that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly erupted.
A streak of bright red blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth, staining the veil on his face red.
Jiang Lan looked at her in surprise.
Ling Zhuyun's eyes were blurry and her body was shaking, then her eyes closed gently.
"Saint Bamboo Rhythm?"
"Please don't die. If you die, who will protect me?"
Before she fell into coma, she felt that she was caught by Jiang Lan, but his words made her clench her hands subconsciously.
…
When Ling Zhuyun woke up again, she found herself in a wet natural cave, with water drops dripping above her head.
There were some dry branches not far away, burning as firewood.
Although the purple mist outside was still thick, the sky had obviously darkened and it was already night.
A stone stream flows through the cave, making a gurgling sound and a slightly cool breath.
Beneath her were some dry and soft pine needles, and on the surface was a slightly damaged moon-white robe, which prevented her from coming into direct contact with the pine needles.
“…”
Ling Zhuyun pursed her lips gently, looking at this seemingly meticulous scene, feeling a little confused and more at a loss.
She could see that this was obviously the outer robe that Jiang Lan had worn before, and it was torn in some places.
But where is he now? When the slightly cold wind blew, Ling Zhuyun felt a little cool on her face. She reached out and touched her smooth and flawless face, only to find that the veil on her face was gone.
She was stunned, and looked down, and saw a veil on a stalactite not far away. It seemed that because of the blood stain, it had been washed and was placed aside to be dried by the campfire.
Ling Zhuyun was confused for a moment, thinking about the various rumors about Jiang Lan. He should not have done anything to her when she was unconscious.
Her dress is now complete, her hair is smooth, and there is nothing unusual about her body.
Even the blood-stained veil was washed and placed aside to dry in the sun, and his own outer robe was carefully laid out on the dry grass.
I really have a deep prejudice against him.
"woke up?"
"It's good that you woke up. If you don't wake up, if some mountain monsters come to kill us, we will both become their food."
At this time, footsteps were heard at the entrance of the cave.
Jiang Lan came over, wearing only an undershirt, holding a simple wooden harpoon in his hand, with a sharpened end and a few fish still jumping around on it.
A cave, grilled fish, a single man and a single woman, plus healing, all these factors are gathered together, so there is no need to worry about not being able to capture the saint.
Jiang Lan actually didn't want to play tricks, but he found that this method could bring him the most luck.
As morals of the world go downhill, only tricks can win people's hearts.
Ling Zhuyun half sat up, her long, straight legs hidden under her skirt.
Even in a dim environment, it is dazzlingly white, as if sparkling with a bright white luster.
She stared blankly at Jiang Lan coming towards her, as if she had never expected that Jiang Lan, who had always lived a life of luxury and debauchery, would one day roll up his trouser legs and sleeves and hold a wooden fork to catch fish.
This contrast made her stunned for a while.
"If I had known you were going to wake up, I wouldn't have wasted my time and caught these fish myself."
Jiang Lan came over, threw his homemade harpoon on the ground, took out the fish, washed it with stream water, and roasted it over the campfire.
"I have some fasting pills here. If you are hungry, you can take a few."
Ling Zhuyun thought about it, stretched out her jade hand, and a small white porcelain bottle appeared.
Jiang Lan glanced at her sideways, but did not take it. He just said, "Since we have caught the fish, we don't need the Bigu Pills anymore."
Although he had seen Ling Zhuyun's true appearance when she was unconscious just now, it was hard to see her face up close now.
She has an unparalleled beauty, exquisite and flawless, as if she is the most perfect work of art from heaven.
She has very long eyelashes, emerald eyebrows, and misty eyes. She is like a mountain elf, with an immortal charm.
This kind of beauty even gives people a feeling of unreality, as if it should not exist in this world.
"Saint Zhu Yun is indeed a stunning beauty, rarely seen in the world."
Jiang Lan exclaimed in admiration from the bottom of his heart, his eyes were upright and careful, as if he was appreciating a beautiful painting.
Ling Zhuyun couldn't stand his gaze, so she turned her face away, took out a piece of gauze from the Sumeru Ring and put it on again. Only then did she feel her mood calm down a little.
"The Yao Chi Sect probably doesn't have a rule that they have to marry you after the veil is lifted. Just now, I saw you unconscious and was afraid that you were dead, so I lifted the veil for you and stuffed a few pills into your mouth."
Jiang Lan turned his head and concentrated on grilling the fish, asking casually.
"No." Ling Zhuyun shook her head gently.
Jiang Lan sighed with some regret.
Ling Zhuyun looked at him and said, "Mr. Jiang, don't think about such a good thing."
Jiang Lan smiled.
This kind of protagonist routine that always works is not suitable for him.
It seems that she can't eat this grilled fish.
Seeing that Jiang Lan ignored her, Ling Zhuyun calmed down, began to sit cross-legged, and recuperated from her injuries.
After a while, an enticing fragrance wafted.
Ling Zhuyun opened her eyes and looked at Jiang Lan, but saw that he was chewing fish by himself and didn't seem to notice her gaze at all.
“Saint Zhuyun, don’t even think about eating fish. I’ve done my best to save you and even used my robe as a cushion for you.” Jiang Lan ate all the fish in a few bites, not leaving a single piece for her.
"How did Mr. Jiang become so childish..."
Ling Zhuyun stretched out her slender fingers and rubbed her brows.
"This is not childish, it's about keeping things separate."
Ordinary tricks won't help gain favor, so Jiang Lan naturally doesn't expect a few grilled fish to do anything. Wouldn't it be nice to keep them for himself?
If strategy one doesn’t work, try strategy two.
Ling Zhuyun looked at him, feeling somewhat helpless, yet also amused.
A son of the Prime Minister's Mansion, how could he be so stingy at this time? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at if it gets out?
"Mr. Jiang, there is no need to be angry. The saints of the Yao Chi Sect in all generations will succeed to the position of the sect leader and will not get married." She said.
Jiang Lan said leisurely, "Saint Zhu Yun said this, do you want me to force Yao Chi Sect to make an exception and change the rules?"
Ling Zhuyun looked at him, knowing that he was deliberately teasing her. The corners of her mouth curled up under her veil, and she stopped talking.
She felt that she had some understanding of Jiang Lan.
Although the rumors were terrible, he was definitely not a wicked person.
"My injuries need nursing. After I recover, I will take Master Jiang away from here and reunite with your men." Ling Zhuyun said.
Jiang Lan nodded and said, "No problem, then I will protect you."
Ling Zhuyun nodded slightly. She didn't expect Jiang Lan, who had no cultivation at all, to help her protect the law, but she could only rely on him for now.
Seeing that Ling Zhuyun was immersed in her thoughts, he began to recover from her injuries with peace of mind.
Wisps of spiritual energy from heaven and earth began to gather around her, transforming into a vortex of spiritual energy.
Jiang Lan paced slowly nearby, trying to gauge Ling Zhuyun's current condition.
He encountered several powerful enemies one after another. When he was holding on, he was attacked by the formation he controlled, causing further injuries.
It is not easy to suppress the injuries after swallowing the pills.
Judging from the current recovery speed, it would take at least a cup of tea.
"No hurry, wait for a critical moment first. Now is not the time yet."
Jiang Lan immersed his mind into the earth veins, using them to sense the movements in Master Zixia's cave.
…
With the emergence of Zixia Zhenjun's cave, the crack in the secret realm opened up, and a large number of cultivators and living beings poured in.
Taoist Zixia suppressed his cultivation and rushed to the central area of the secret realm as quickly as possible. There were towering mountains and a group of magnificent and ancient buildings could be vaguely seen there.
This doesn't look like a so-called cave, but a Taoist temple where True Lord Zixia once preached and taught the Dharma. At this moment, rays of light are bursting out from the building complex.
The monks who rushed there all rushed towards it, but there was a faint sense of oppression spreading among the towering mountains. The closer they got to it, the heavier the pressure became.
Many people noticed it at the first moment and used it to stimulate their own blood, energy and physical strength to fight back.
"This is the test left by True Lord Zixia..."
"Only by passing the test can you go to his dojo and receive the inheritance."
"The Taoist temple of True Lord Zixia is ahead. I have seen many magical instruments flying out."
Many young people were excited. Since it was a test, it would definitely examine many aspects such as talent, character, etc., so physical strength and cultivation might not be that important.
However, those monks of the older generation who had suppressed their cultivation had grim expressions on their faces, knowing that this test was very disadvantageous to them.
Ye Ming was mixed in the crowd at the front. He knew early on that there would be tests here.
Therefore, he immediately activated his own Qi and blood to counter the pressure, and his figure disappeared quickly like a streak of light.
The rest of the younger generation did the same. They rushed towards the majestic dojo in front of them, and then quickly searched through the buildings, like a swarm of locusts.
Although a long time has passed, there is still no trace of vicissitudes here.
Some of the younger generation were pleasantly surprised to find the sealed elixirs in the alchemy room. When they opened the jade jars, the aroma of the elixirs filled the air, as if they had just come out of the oven.
In other pavilions and palaces, some people found jade slips and magical instruments, and some saw ancient books and inscriptions...
For a moment, the war and fighting broke out again. Between the various buildings and pavilions, a group of monks began to fight for some elixirs and magic weapons.
Among the mountains, someone discovered a medicinal field full of rare and ancient elixirs. They wanted to pick them, but were soon frightened out of their wits.
A blue-eyed, golden-haired lion king rushed out from it, opened its bloody mouth and roared as if the mountains were about to shatter. It was actually a powerful demon king.
It is clear that this place can only accommodate cultivators of the fifth realm, but a demon king with the strength of the sixth realm appeared here.
Many monks began to panic and fled in all directions.
In the other buildings, someone accidentally triggered the formation and was crushed into a bloody mist by a wisp of breath.
In addition, there are also demon kings responsible for guarding other areas, and the weakest ones are at the sixth realm level.
"It turns out that it was right to listen to Junior Sister Chu Chan. There won't be so much trouble if we go this way."
On the other side, everyone from Yao Chi Sect followed Chu Chan here and saw her cleverly avoid the cultivators outside and go deeper into the temple safely.
Everyone in the Chen family was also excited. Chen Ning's pretty face was even more excited, and a flushed look appeared on it. She clenched her hands tightly and looked very nervous.
Zhao Dieyi and other Yao Chi Sect disciples were amazed and believed that Chu Chan's ancestors had a connection with True Lord Zixia.
Judging from her familiarity with the place, although this was clearly her first time here, one could feel that she had been here many times.
"Zixia Zhenjun's real cave is actually deep in the Taoist temple. The pavilions and palaces outside are where his disciples and grandchildren practice."
"There should be a weapons storage hall not far ahead. It is the hall where True Lord Zixia keeps some weapons. However, it has a mechanical formation and it will take some time to decipher it..."
Chu Chan explained and led the way. They soon passed through several corridors and arrived at a side hall.
"Don't worry, Junior Sister. As long as you can break the formation, not only will all previous grudges be written off, but even if you come to our Chen family in the future, everyone in our Chen family will treat you as a guest of honor."
Upon hearing this, Chen Ning patted his chest and made a promise.
The other cultivators were fighting desperately elsewhere, but with the help of Chu Chan, they came here unimpeded and were about to open the hall where True Lord Zixia displayed his weapons. How could she not be secretly happy and excited?
After getting the opportunity here, let Chu Chan swear a Taoist oath, plant the slave mark on her, and let her live. What if that happens?
"Thank you, Senior Sister."
Chu Chan had a smile on her face and was about to walk forward.
There was a sudden noise not far away, and a skinny-looking man rushed over, then froze, as if he hadn't expected to meet other people here.
"It's the formation master named Ye who is beside the Saint."
Zhao Dieyi and other disciples of Yao Chi Sect recognized this person as Ye Ming who had traveled with them before.
"Where is Saint Zhuyun?"
Ye Ming was also surprised. He didn't expect to meet a group of female disciples from the Yao Chi Sect. Their speed was even faster than his and they arrived here before him.
However, he looked around and couldn't see Ling Zhuyun.
"The Saint has separated from us and is not together..." explained a female disciple.
Ye Ming was disappointed, but seeing them here, he could only change direction and quickly go somewhere else without asking them how they got in.
When fighting for a magic weapon just now, he had a conflict with an old Taoist in purple robe, and now the other party has chased after him.
"This person is so fast, he must be hiding a big secret."
Chu Chan looked at the direction where Ye Ming left and did not pay any attention to it. She had finally managed to lure Chen Ning and the others here, and her top priority was to take revenge.
At that moment, she took the initiative to walk towards the palace in front of her, but her mind was recalling the records of the formation here.
However, not long after Ye Ming left, a powerful aura appeared, and an old Taoist with an ugly face and gloomy and indifferent eyes came over. It was Taoist Zixia.
"Do you know the man just now? What's his name? Which faction is he from?"
He stared at the disciples of Yao Chi Sect and asked in a cold voice.
"Reporting to the senior..."
"We are not very familiar with him. We only know that his last name is Ye and he is a casual cultivator." Several disciples were immediately frightened and replied tremblingly.
"Little boy named Ye, how dare you ruin my good deeds."
Taoist Zixia had an unpleasant look on his face, but he didn't waste any time and chased in the direction where Ye Ming disappeared.
When that guy was fighting with him for the magic weapon just now, he felt that something was wrong with the other party. He could actually see through the formation here and use the situation to his advantage to help him resist the other cultivators.
This is very similar to the method used by the guy outside the secret realm who manipulated the formation he left behind and took over his position.
…
On the other side, in the cave.
"Are you sure you want to carry me on your back? Do you mind the taboo of physical contact between men and women?" Jiang Lan asked.
At this moment, he was lying where Ling Zhuyun had originally woken up.
But his face had lost all color, and he looked like someone who had just recovered from a serious illness after suffering a "heart-wrenching disease". It seemed that he couldn't even stand up.
"It's not a solution to continue delaying."
"There must be some rare treasure in the cave left by True Lord Zixia that can cure your physical illness, right?" Ling Zhuyun looked at him with complicated eyes.
Just now, it was the critical moment for her to recover from her injuries.
Outside the cave, several blood-red streaks suddenly flew over, and the human-faced flag that had disappeared before returned.
Although she sensed the danger, she was at the critical moment of healing her injuries with her skills and could not be distracted, otherwise her blood and qi would flow disorderly and she would be at risk of going astray. She was also unable to speak out to warn Jiang Lan.
So she could only watch as those flags with human faces flew towards her, wrapped in the gloomy wind and bloody mist.
Fortunately, Jiang Lan noticed the abnormality in time and immediately took out his life-saving jade pendant, which turned into a barrier to resist the attack of those human-faced flags.
He was no longer in danger, but the human-faced flags turned around and pounced on her, targeting her.
Ling Zhuyun was anxious, her blood was flowing backwards, and blood was flowing from the corners of her mouth.
Although Jiang Lan's life was temporarily safe because he had a life-saving jade pendant, seeing this scene, he could only ignore his own safety and hurried to Ling Zhuyun to protect her.
It’s a pity that the barrier range of the life-saving jade pendant can only protect one person.
In order to buy Ling Zhuyun time to recover, Jiang Lan could only stuff the life-saving jade pendant into her, and use the talismans on his body to attract as much hatred as possible from the human-faced flags.
So the result was that the last few human-faced flags swarmed over him, and he was thrown to the ground, with all his blood and essence quickly drained away.
Ling Zhuyun had to stop practicing early. Although she suffered backlash, she was fortunate to have survived the most critical moment and was able to recuperate and recover afterwards.
She quickly dealt with the human-faced flags, then rushed forward to check on Jiang Lan's injuries, and then stuffed him with a lot of tonic pills.
Then, Jiang Lan’s “heart-eating disease” broke out.
Even though Ling Zhuyun was calm and had experienced many storms, she was still shocked by the scene and her face turned pale. It took her a long time to recover.
She then used her magical powers to help Jiang Lan sort out his meridians, dissolve the effects of the medicine, and wake him up early.
During this process, she had no choice but to notice some abnormalities in Jiang Lan's body and learn some of his "secrets".
Being well-informed, she naturally knew about the existence of "heart-eating disease".
So, this is what happened after Jiang Lan "woke up".
Before, when he was in Yuyi City, his "heart-eating disease" unexpectedly broke out and was seen by Su Qinghan. After that, his attitude improved and his views changed.
Jiang Lan understood this routine, and it was extremely useful for women.
So he found an opportunity today and used the same trick again, choosing a good time when the time, place and people were all right.
The result did not disappoint him. Jiang Lan only wanted to say two words: it’s settled.
"Saint Zhuyun is really smart."
Jiang Lan tried to sit up, but he seemed to be completely powerless and his face turned pale with pain.
Seeing this, Ling Zhuyun came forward to support him. Her eyes were still complicated, but also contained some emotions that she had not had before.
"Heart-eating disease is indeed rare, but I didn't expect that someone of your status, Mr. Jiang, would not be able to cure it. Before, I had too many preconceived prejudices." She said softly.
Jiang Lan said casually, "There is a way, but I just don't want to think about it."
"I will keep this secret for Mr. Jiang." Ling Zhuyun said.
"You don't have to pity me. If I don't help you delay time, once the jade pendant's protective barrier disappears, you will die, and so will I."
"We are in the same boat. I have no choice." Jiang Lan said calmly.
He did this on the one hand to gain Ling Zhuyun's trust, and on the other hand to make it easier for Ye Ming to take the blame later.
Of course, luck is also the most important point.
The scapegoat of heart-eating disease is really useful.
“…”
Ling Zhuyun was silent for a while.
Then, she looked at him with complicated eyes, some guilt rising in her heart, and said, "I will try my best to help you, Mr. Jiang, obtain the inheritance left by True Lord Zixia."
(End of this chapter)
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