The upper realm.
Immortal Realm.
Near Rong Zi's house.
"Woo-la-la..."
Suddenly, a series of melodious and powerful suona notes, loud enough to kill, pierced through the air and spread forcefully in all directions.
Yun Jing stood there with an upright posture.
He had a handsome face, with thick and long eyelashes. Both his figure and appearance were exceptionally beautiful, so good-looking that it was impossible to look away.
But strangely enough, this handsome man was surrounded by an eerie atmosphere.
Moreover, a large group of terrifying-looking ghosts, some missing limbs, others with crooked noses and rotten eyes, swirled around him under the control of his music.
That commotion.
That scene.
It's absolutely amazing...
Murong Zhen glanced at the distant cloudscape, then looked down at the soundproof talisman on his body, and silently pressed the talisman even tighter.
A year has passed since he successfully ascended to the upper realm.
In other words, Chu Qingyu and Feng Yuan have been dead for a year.
Nothing major happened that year.
However, since Feng Yuan's death, the Demon Realm has been leaderless. Some demons, in their struggle for the position of Demon Lord, caused chaos in the Demon Realm, resulting in numerous casualties.
The turmoil over there has even begun to affect their Immortal Realm.
Although Rong Zi did not become emperor in the Immortal Realm this time as before, her prestige was still there, so no one dared to cause trouble without cause.
However, some people approached her because of the turmoil in the Demon Realm, hoping she could intervene.
At least let the internal strife in the Demon Realm affect their Immortal Realm.
After thinking about it, Rong Zi finally handed the matter over to Ling Mo to handle.
He cultivates both immortal and demonic arts, and the environment in the demonic realm is conducive to his cultivation. Going there to gain experience will be beneficial to him.
Unexpectedly, after Ling Mo went to the Demon Realm, he swept through all the obstacles and defeated all those who were causing turmoil because of the struggle for the position of Demon Lord.
The demon race is a race that admires strength even more than the human race.
After being defeated by Ling Mo, these people, for reasons unknown, ended up willingly supporting Ling Mo as their new Demon Lord.
That's why Ling Mo has been dealing with the demon race in the Demon Realm recently.
In the courtyard, Rong Zi was sitting in a recliner, basking in the sun with his eyes half-closed and a look of contentment on his face.
Beside her, Jun Moyao was also lounging in a relaxed position on another deck chair, enjoying a nice sunbath.
Seeing this, Murong Zhen frowned and moved closer to Rong Zi.
"Aren't you going to do anything about it?"
Rong Zi yawned lazily and half-lifted his eyelids.
"Huh? What do you mean by that?"
Murong Zhen pointed at Yun Jing with a speechless expression, "Your eldest disciple, if he keeps bragging like this, there probably won't be anyone left to breathe within a hundred miles."
Anyone with ears would find Yun Jing's suona playing unbearable.
Unfortunately, this senior brother who specializes in music cultivation is quite diligent, practicing his soul control technique by playing the suona every day.
This is the consequence.
Over the course of the year, apart from their group, almost no living creature dared to approach the vicinity.
Everyone was terrified that Yun Jing's indescribable suona playing would send them to their deaths on the spot...
Rong Zi blinked innocently.
"It's great, so quiet!"
Murong Zhen: "..."
Quiet?
Rong Zi was probably joking with him!
Even if they had all put up soundproofing tape and wouldn't be affected by Yun Jing's suona, was she sure the word 'quiet' would apply to the master and apprentice?
No sooner had Murong Zhen thought this than a loud 'bang' came from behind him.
Upon hearing that familiar sound, he merely twitched his lips, then silently turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound.
Suddenly, the weapon-refining room that Rong Xuan had specially prepared for Gu Xiaochui was blown up, sending dust flying everywhere, and the forging furnace inside was also shattered all over the ground.
Of the three people standing amidst the rubble, two were blown to a crisp, their bodies blackened except for their two rolling eyeballs.
The three are Gu Xiaochui and Ning Lingling.
And Rong Xuan.
Ning Lingling wants a greatsword of the Xuan rank to be used as a spiritual weapon.
Originally, she wanted to ask her senior uncle Rong Xuan to forge it for her, but Gu Xiaochui insisted on volunteering, saying he wanted to give it a try.
result……
Rong Xuan reacted quickly, taking precautions just before the forge was about to explode, thus avoiding being blown into a lump of coal.
It's just that my hair got blown out of shape...
Ning Lingling raised her hand and scratched her charred head, complaining to the other charred head next to her, "Second Senior Brother, this is the fourth time you've exploded in the furnace. Are you even capable of anything?"
Gu Xiaochui squatted on the ground and used his dark claws to rummage through the broken pieces scattered on the ground.
"That doesn't make sense. I forged it exactly as my master taught me."
As he spoke, he looked up at Rong Xuan, whose hair was a complete mess.
"Senior Uncle, did I do something wrong in one of the steps?"
Rong Xuan looked at Gu Xiaochui's face, which was so dark that his features were no longer recognizable, and silently clenched his fists. He took several deep breaths before he could barely calm himself down.
call……
Don't be angry, don't be angry.
They are all his sister's apprentices; we need to be patient with them.
Yes, be patient.
Murong Zhen, with a complicated expression, turned his gaze away from Gu Xiaochui and Ning Lingling, then raised an eyebrow and looked at Rong Zi.
That look seemed to say: Is this the quiet you were talking about?
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