Bloodline Doubt
Outside the Liuli Sect's mountain gate.
Bai Changqing, who had escaped in a panic in the mountain village last time, appeared here.
Bai Changqing stood outside the mountain gate, seemingly waiting for something, until a faint light flashed from the mountain gate token in his hand. He then moved his stiff limbs, transformed into a little black fox and leaped into the barrier.
The little black fox was not big in size, and with its natural fur color, it was almost difficult to distinguish its movements. Moreover, the gatekeeper of Liuli Sect was nowhere to be found at this time, and the entire mountain gate was empty, as if it had been abandoned.
If it weren't for the token constantly issuing instructions, Bai Changqing would have almost thought that this was a trick played by Hu Qianji to tease him.
Bai Changqing followed the instructions and avoided the crowd until he arrived at the door of the bedroom.
The people inside seemed to have known that he would arrive at this time and were waiting at the door early.
Hu Qianji bent down and lifted the struggling black fox into his arms. Ignoring Bai Changqing's protests, he patted the black fox's head and said, "From now on, you are just my pet."
The words fell.
Bai Changqing suddenly became quiet, and kept telling himself to swallow his anger.
Hu Qianji's eyes were dark and gloomy, and he pinched the back of Fox's neck with his hands, not gently, as if warning him: "Once you leave the illusion, the world will not tolerate you. Bai Changqing, only I can give you a way out."
The black fox hummed a few times, as if he wanted to refute, but someone suddenly tightened his grip on the back of his neck, and he immediately became quiet.
Huai Zusu glanced at the black fox with disdain and said, "A tiger in trouble."
Hu Qianji smiled silently, ignoring the sarcasm in his words. He stroked his fur nonchalantly and said directly, "You are too arrogant. You will feel uncomfortable when you fall into the dust."
"However, since it's in my hands, I should teach you some rules."
These words made people subconsciously forget that the black fox in their arms was once a Mahayana monk who dominated the fairyland.
Huai Zusu shrugged helplessly and said, "You still have the leisure to play with spirit pets. What do you think about all this mess in the Liuli Sect?"
Hu Qianji lowered his head and chuckled a few times, "What can I do? I'm not a god. I can't predict every step."
"Even if I lose, I'll just accept it. The worst that can happen is that I'll just have to linger on and try to keep my soul safe."
His tone was relaxed, which made Huai Zusu a little confused. However, listening to these words, he felt a sense of peace in his heart.
But no one knew that a hint of bloodthirstiness flashed in Hu Qianji's lowered eyes.
How could he be so broad-minded? These were just words he made up to comfort people.
In fact, even if he was defeated, he would take a big bite of the enemy's flesh and blood and suffocate him to death.
"Let's go, Your Majesty, perhaps it's time for us to sit down." Hu Qianji turned around and looked at the mountains. The fluttering red ropes were hidden in the decorations on the pillars.
The plan that had been laid out for many years finally came into play at this moment.
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Nangong Ye's eyes slowly scanned the surroundings, then unexpectedly stopped at Lin Xingwan of Hengyuan Sect. He stood up, wine glass in hand, still smiling, and walked to her table as he spoke, "It's been a long time since I last visited you. I didn't expect the younger generation to be so promising and to have begun to take over the affairs of the sect. The last time I saw you, you were still a young girl."
"The old sect master is busy with cultivation and has some special insights. I, the younger generation, dare not trouble him anymore, so I have taken over the affairs of the sect." Lin Xingwan paused for a moment before looking up at the person in front of her.
Nangong Ye's expression changed slightly, and he turned slightly to the side, saying, "Oh~ Sect Master Lin, do you know that our disciples are betraying us?"
Such obvious attempts to sow discord.
Xiao Cha thought to himself that if he were Nangong Ye, he would definitely not be confused about the relationship between the two sects and would offer fire to one of them.
However, this guy's anxious look is somewhat unlike Nangong Ye's style.
Are you in a hurry to tear apart this hypocritical harmony?
Before Xiao Cha had time to think deeply, Nangong Ye changed the subject.
"Since everyone is gathered here, why don't I sweep the 'snow' in front of your clan's gate, hehe."
“Pala——”
The table was abruptly interrupted.
Before Xiao Cha could react, someone grabbed her shoulder and lifted her up. Lian Lian stepped back.
Xiao Cha saw from the corner of his eye that the place where he had just sat had been beaten to pieces by external forces. If he had stayed there, he would have been turned into pieces of corpse with his human body.
Nangong Ye already had the intention to kill.
After this attack, everyone in the hall stood up, drew their weapons silently, and their eyes were burning with a fierce desire for war.
Song Liu Baihuan looked around, showing no intention of retreating. He pulled Xiao Cha beside him back, not wanting to reveal even a corner of his clothes.
"The Jianghu needs a proper diagnosis and treatment." Song Liubai clapped his hands, and several yellow papers in the shape of people floated out from beside him. "Today, one by one, the sect will be dispersed."
As soon as these words were spoken, the hearts of the crowd were shaken. After all, Yinghua Pavilion had never regretted its words since its birth.
Nangong Ye, relying on the support of the great demon servant behind him, already had a certain degree of success in his mind for this hunt. He crossed his arms leisurely and looked at Song Liubai leisurely, as if he was looking at a small insect struggling to die.
Song Liubai's gaze shifted, lingering on the mysterious young man. "He's in the late Mahayana stage. Nangong Ye, it's remarkable that you were able to keep him by your side."
"The late Mahayana stage, doesn't that mean he's about to ascend to heaven!"
"What sect does that young man belong to? He has such a background!"
"Then wouldn't it be possible to take down the devil Song Liubai in one fell swoop?"
…
Song Liubai didn't know which word in the conversation made him laugh, but he immediately grinned and laughed out loud. He shook his head slightly, stroking his chin with his slender fingers, and said lazily, "Oh, do you really think there is only one late Mahayana stage cultivator in this world? Ridiculous. There are countless people like him."
The little paper figure slowly raised its head, and its eyes, which were originally dotted with red ink, began to glow with life. "Hehe~~"
The paper figure did not conceal its cultivation level at all, and the aura it exuded was that of a Mahayana cultivation level that could chill one's bones.
The great demon servant narrowed his eyes and soon understood why the paper man could have such a high level of cultivation. Suddenly, a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.
Is it through his own cultivation that he is sharing it with the paper figurine? This person has put quite a bit of effort into the control talisman, but I wonder if this bone flute can compare to this tiny paper figurine, given the same control technique.
The great demon servant raised the bone flute in his hand, put it to his lips and blew it immediately. A melodious flute sound spread throughout the hall.
Huai Zusu, who was far away outside the hall, twitched his ears slightly and said hesitantly, "This is..."
Hu Qianji frowned, and soon realized that there was something wrong behind the flute sound. He hurriedly said, "No, cover your ears!"
But the sound of the flute still penetrated his eardrums, and soon Hu Qianji felt his consciousness becoming dim. In the blink of an eye, he saw Huai Zusu in front of him, who seemed to be possessed. The expression on his face was extremely weird, and he walked towards the direction of the hall.
The other side.
The great demon servant looked at the people in front of him who were trapped in this strange state, with an expected smile on his face, and he hurriedly looked for the young man.
He had a question in his mind, until he saw a young man with a look of panic on his face in the chaotic crowd. He did not follow the sound of the flute into this empty illusion.
Found it!
The Great God Demon Servant silently confirmed the boy's identity.
Nangong Ye took the pill early, and the sound of the flute had no effect on him. He crossed his arms, enjoying the pleasure of watching his opponent fall into the trap step by step, with pride in his eyes.
"I was almost scared by your appearance just now. Song Liubai, I guess you feel bad..."
"Is this the support your clan has sought?"
"That's all I think."
Song Liubai said stubbornly.
Although Song Liubai immediately noticed the strangeness of the flute sound and took out a few sound-proofing notes from his space bag and put them next to his ears, he was still affected. He felt a throbbing pain in his head. Thinking of Xiao Cha behind him, he was about to turn around with the paper talisman in his hand.
Xiao Cha took a step forward and hurriedly hugged the person in his arms.
"You..." Song Liubai was a little surprised to see that the boy was not affected at all, "A Cha, are you okay?"
Xiao Cha blinked his eyes, confused by the flute sound, and shook his head.
Nangong Ye saw this scene and turned his head slightly. He saw the Great God Demon Servant approaching step by step. He lowered his voice and asked, "What's going on?"
Song Liubai endured the discomfort in his body and propped himself up to stand up.
"Snap--" Song Liubai snapped his fingers, and the originally motionless paper man suddenly became aggressive and attacked the great god's demon servant.
The Great God Demon Servant dodged a few times and hid behind Nangong Ye. He put down the flute in his hand and shouted behind Nangong Ye with a somewhat aggrieved tone: "Trouble with the paper man control technique, it's time for you to take over, Sect Master Nangong."
Nangong Ye was pushed unexpectedly, but fortunately he was agile and quickly took out his sword to cut off the oncoming paper man.
What people don’t know is that once a paper man is attacked and shattered into pieces, countless small paper men will immediately be generated, and they can attach themselves to people and control them.
Nangong Ye obviously didn't know this until a piece of paper man was stuck directly on the arm that was swinging the sword. The next second, the hand swung towards him uncontrollably, and he had to stretch out one hand to block it.
The great demon servant behind him shook his head for some reason, probably because he didn't expect that he would find such an ally.
He stretched out a hand and slapped Nangong Ye's shoulder hard, and the paper man that was originally stuck to his arm was shaken off and fell to the ground.
The Great God Demon Servant snorted lightly, then laughed and said, "You are truly young and promising. I just wonder if you dare to attack your friends like this?"
Song Liubai saw Lin Xingwan with dazed eyes slowly walking out from behind.
The flute in the hands of the great demon servant shook, Lin Xingwan's eyes became fierce, and she grasped the hilt of the sword and attacked Song Liubai's fatal flaw with fierce moves.
At the critical moment, Song Liubai used the paper man in his hand to avoid the sword and stuck it on Lin Xingwan's shoulder.
Seeing this, the great demon servant raised the flute in his hand and started playing it again.
Seeing that Lin Xingwan, who was originally controlled, was ready to move, Song Liubai had to keep pinching the fingers to try to knock Lin Xingwan unconscious when she regained consciousness.
But he underestimated the power of the bone flute.
Lin Xingwan has made great progress in her cultivation over the past few years and has already been ranked at the top of the Jianghu list.
After a flying kick, she spun in the air, and the hem of her skirt spread out. The sword flashed with a cold light and stabbed forward.
Song Liubai bowed slightly. Although he couldn't completely avoid the attack, fortunately he only suffered some minor skin injuries, which was enough.
But the imagined stinging pain did not appear, only a "fool" protected him.
Xiao Cha grabbed the sword, perhaps because he was anxious, he held the sword tightly and changed its direction with a flick of his wrist. A few drops of blood on the palm of his hand were immediately washed away by the movement.
It pierced Lin Xingwan's eyes.
“Ahh—”
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