The Divination Department is responsible for assisting the Immortal Palace in monitoring the world. Every day, the monks of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion will tell fortunes for the Nine Provinces. If a disaster occurs in any place, they will know it immediately. Of course, if someone conceals the secrets of heaven, mistakes will inevitably occur.
It is equivalent to the competition between modern reconnaissance means and anti-reconnaissance capabilities. Generally speaking, the latter has the upper hand, because the fortune-teller predicts the whole world, while the evildoers only need to guard against the fortune-teller.
The Immortal Path is a huge ruling machine that maintains unprecedented peace throughout history. It also provides jobs and spiritual stones for many cultivators.
But Yang Cang just wanted to express that he had worked under the immortal.
Seeing that the people around him were still using their Qi to lock onto him, Yang Cang continued, "Why are you all so aggressive? You were the ones who attacked me first, so I am right in reasoning."
The leading demon cultivator was eight feet tall, like a little giant. He must have practiced some very advanced body-refining method and had condensed himself into an indestructible diamond.
He said in a voice as loud as a bronze drum: "How can you be justified in killing my disciples when you entered my sect? Even if you were the first to attack, you shouldn't kill them all."
Demon cultivators rarely reasoned, they followed the law of the jungle passed down from ancient times. Of course, for the sake of the stability of the sect, they still followed the rules internally.
If the other party talks about rules with others, it can only be because they have a strong backer or are very powerful.
Yang Cang asked: "What will you do?"
"Pay compensation, an innate spiritual object." The eight-foot-tall demon cultivator Lion dared to ask for an innate spiritual object. Yang Cang's face turned dark in an instant.
"Why don't you go and rob it? How can a mere golden elixir be worth a congenital spiritual object?"
Although there is a world of difference between spiritual objects and spiritual roots, they are not simple to be related to innateness. An innate spiritual object is equivalent to the money that has always been given to the Tianji Pavilion to buy life.
The eight-foot demon cultivator spread his hands, took a step closer, and said, "There is a saying in modern times that human life is priceless, and there is also a rule that if something is destroyed, it must be bought. Now you have run into our house and killed someone, and a congenital spiritual object is not expensive. If you can't take it out, you can ask someone to redeem it, or buy it on credit."
Yang Cang frowned, trying to guess the other party's intentions.
Is he trying to trick me? Or is he afraid of the immortal's reputation? Or is he trying to give me a way out? If I give him the innate spiritual object, he will gain benefits without losing face.
After all, as the leader of a sect, he couldn't let one of his own be killed in the sect's territory and then let the murderer go without any statement.
As a result, people’s hearts became scattered.
He counted with his fingers again and found that the fatal disaster had turned into a disastrous one.
It seems that the other party is really afraid of the name of the immortal. Should I give it to him or not? I don't have the innate spiritual object, but I can help him calculate it, but I don't know how many years of life will be shortened by doing so.
Wait, doesn’t that mean that immortals have also been reincarnated?
Then what are you afraid of?
Innate spiritual objects? It depends on whether you have the life to spend them.
Yang Cang's expression changed. He stood with his hands behind his back, facing the many powerful men.
"You all are practicing the devil path and killing the people. Aren't you afraid of being punished by heaven?"
The atmosphere, which had been slightly relaxed, suddenly became tense. The demon cultivators slightly raised their minds, and the Taoist magic or magic weapons in their hands glowed with spiritual light.
If anything seems amiss, they run away.
It was impossible to just let this unknown person go, and it was also impossible to confront the Shenzhou Immortal. But nothing was absolute, and they could just run away first and chase after him later.
The opponent is only in the Foundation Establishment Stage, and his aura is locked by more than a dozen Golden Cores. No matter how long his legs are, he can't run away.
Yang Cang smiled confidently, raised his hands to the sky and said, "Please ask the immortal to send down the thunder!"
As the voice fell, the airspace that was originally blocked by a dozen Jindan demon cultivators was instantly released, and their figures turned into a stream of light and flew outward.
In just one breath, those who knew how to teleport had already flown ten miles away, and those who didn't knew how to teleport had already broken through supersonic speed.
The Jindan in normal state definitely does not have this speed, but if you try your best, you can still achieve a short-term burst.
In the second breath, some people began to observe the situation behind them.
On the third breath, someone stopped flying.
On the fourth breath, everyone stopped and turned to look at the old man standing in the air in the distance.
At this moment, there were no clouds in the sky and not a single thunder was heard.
The eight-foot demon cultivator narrowed his eyes, his muscles bulged slightly, and his body vaguely expanded a little. The raging demon flames rushed towards him along with the blood and qi, and the temperature around him suddenly rose by dozens of degrees.
Qi and blood transform into Yang, and the body is cultivated in the Nascent Soul stage.
He took just one step forward, and the force he created created a big hole in the dense forest beneath his feet. The obvious vibration could be felt within dozens of miles, and all living beings within a radius of ten miles felt dizzy.
In a flash, the eight-foot demon cultivator returned to Yang Cang again, and this time there was a bit more murderous intent in his eyes.
"This place is a thousand miles away from Shenzhou. Even if that immortal wants to sense this place, he may need some means. Or, you don't have the ability to ask the immortal to take action?"
Yang Cang calculated with his fingers and found that the disaster had turned into a fatal one.
He actually forgot that this was the Western Regions. Even if the immortals had been reincarnated, their strength could not be restored to their peak. The shackles of the world were Yuanying. According to him, before he began to comprehend the ancient Taoist inheritance three years ago, he had not heard of the news of the immortals being born.
Logically speaking, if an immortal were alive, he would have taken action against those lunatics who caused such a commotion back then.
Because immortals don't like chaotic times.
That is to say, it takes no more than three years for the immortal to recover, and in three years, at best, he can only achieve the Golden Elixir. Moreover, the immortal and I are not related, although there is a little relationship, but it is not a master-disciple relationship, so the cause and effect is not serious.
I won’t really get caught here, will I?
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