In my leisure time, I enjoy tea with friends under the trees.
It was indeed pleasant and enjoyable.
But things weren't so easy at the camp.
People in the surrounding towns and villages said they didn't know there was a village on Guilin Mountain.
After interrogating the villagers, Yan Shanjun and others discovered that these villagers had died a thousand years ago.
For a thousand years, they have been trapped in the village and unable to leave.
No one else can see it.
It seems to be a self-contained domain.
The bigwigs went to Guilin Mountain again.
It is said that the villagers drifted unconsciously for a long time, and only recently have they gradually regained consciousness.
The mountain god is a wisp of white mist.
Without saying a word, they were surprised to find that they could understand the mountain god's meaning.
He can resurrect monks by offering their souls as sacrifices.
Furthermore, they can possess the bodies of cultivators and thus resurrect themselves.
They died a thousand years ago, but the cultivators are still an unattainable existence for them.
The villagers were extremely excited.
They made arrangements according to the mountain god's instructions, setting up a strange white mist formation.
From that day on, they were able to see the view outside the village.
They often gathered together to scout out passing cultivators, and if they found someone suitable, they would recruit them.
They even look down on those of lower rank.
Initially, they were nervous and scared, but later they discovered that the white mist was powerful and became increasingly rampant.
These ghosts can even travel a kilometer away from the village.
As a result, more and more cultivators went missing, and all sorts of rumors circulated.
Things became increasingly bizarre; not a single cultivator who entered Guilin Mountain emerged.
As the impact grew, the surrounding people became increasingly anxious, and a disciple of the Sword Inquiry Sect reported it to the sect, which attracted the attention of the four major sects.
They initially sent out a group of disciples, but there was no news of them.
Song Siyao and her senior brother were in the second wave.
The rest is history.
Yan Shanjun didn't stand on ceremony and directly checked the villagers' memories.
"Indeed, I didn't lie."
The villagers were merely exploited souls.
The source of everything is the White Mist Mountain God.
"His purpose is the soul?"
Some people are speculating.
But what's the point of having so many souls?
Refining ghost cultivators?
This thought arose in everyone's mind instinctively.
Yan Shanjun's heart skipped a beat.
His youngest apprentice had told him about that ghost cultivator named Wu Ling.
A young prodigy whose life was tragically cut short.
He had heard of his father's reputation before.
He was murdered, which led to his demise.
It's truly heartbreaking.
All of this, including Zewu's close relationship with Baiwu, points to Wutong Mountain.
Yan Shanjun did not speak for the time being.
In front of all the powerful figures, after terrifying the villagers, he silently sent a telepathic message to certain individuals.
They were all powerful cultivators who had gathered with the immortals of Penglai.
It also represents the major powers.
Yan Shanjun released his divine sense, intending to find a quiet place to hold a meeting.
His consciousness paused for a moment, and he saw his young apprentice and the other young people leisurely drinking tea together.
This won't do.
Yan Shanjun waved his hand, transmitting the location to everyone.
He was the first to fly away on his sword.
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moment.
Under the bewildered gazes of Song Tingwan and the others, Yan Shanjun descended from the sky, smiling kindly at them.
“We were just about to discuss Zewu’s matter, and seeing that this place was quiet, I called everyone here. You can all listen.”
Song Tingwan hugged Xiao Ao and smiled gently, "Okay."
The others also became serious and had no objections.
However, I hesitated whether to get up and make room for the big shots.
Just then, a group of big shots landed one after another, leaving no time to pack their things.
Song Siyao rarely understood Qin Xi and her senior brother's feelings, and gave her master a speechless look.
As the years have passed, she has gradually come to realize this.
Her master was not as serious and rigid as he appeared on the surface; on the contrary, he was a lively, interesting, and somewhat mischievous master.
He only pretends to be serious and reliable on ordinary days to maintain his identity as the sect leader of the Sword Inquiry Sect.
Thinking of this, Song Siyao inexplicably looked at Qin Xi.
After Qin Xi inherits the Tianji Sect, will she also hide her true nature like her master?
It's very tiring.
But as soon as her gaze fell upon her, Qin Xi, who was sitting upright and reserved, inadvertently turned her head and winked at her.
A moment later, his gaze remained deep and his expression serious.
Oh no.
Even as the young sect leader, he was already acting like this.
Song Tingwan tapped her sister's hand under the table.
Song Siyao looked over in confusion.
Her older sister smiled slightly and said in a low, gentle voice, "What are you looking at?"
The bigwigs looked around, their gazes sweeping over the group of people. Realizing that Yan Shanjun had summoned them, they nodded and smiled at each other before finding chairs to sit down.
Song Siyao felt it wasn't appropriate to whisper at this moment, so she pursed her lips and sent a telepathic message to her older sister.
It's really embarrassing to talk about Master and Qin Yuanyuan in private.
When she told her older sister what she had just been thinking, she felt a little embarrassed.
Upon hearing this, Song Tingwan, mindful of the many people around her, slightly lowered her brows and suppressed her laughter.
He gently patted his sister's hand and whispered to her.
Since you're in that position, you naturally have to strive to uphold your identity and responsibilities.
If you were to ask Qin Yuanyuan this question, she might give you a troubled complaint, but she would still maintain her reliable young sect leader demeanor next time.
—Don't feel too bad about it.
Everyone has their own choices.
After Song Tingwan finished transmitting her voice, she glanced at Qin Xi's expressionless profile and gently curled her lips.
Qin Yuanyuan looks adorable like this.
Just putting on an act.
She laughed again.
Over there, Lord Yan waited for a while. After everyone had arrived, he pondered for a moment, then, without even bothering with any preamble, went straight to the matter of Ze Wu's ability to use the white mist.
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