Zhu Yan frowned, his mind filled with doubts.
He had previously spread the rumor that the little princess of the Suzaku tribe was missing, but it was just to cover up the real purpose of hunting down Meng Wan. Where did this little daughter come from?
But Xuanming's tone was so firm that it was obviously not groundless.
Could it be that he mistook Meng Wan for a member of his Suzaku clan?
But Meng Wan was clearly not from the Suzaku clan, so why did Xuan Ming make a mistake? Clearly, something had happened that he was unaware of...
Zhu Yan pondered for a moment, then sneered in response to Elder Xuanming's message.
"Xuan Ming, you old thief, you said you captured my little daughter? Words are not enough. How can I know you are not deceiving me?
Let me see him with my own eyes, otherwise, don't even think about getting me to agree to your terms!"
Upon hearing this, Elder Xuanming snorted coldly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
"Zhu Yan, you are quite cautious. Since you won't cry until you see the coffin, then I will grant your wish.
One day later, we'll meet at the Broken Sand Valley, the border between our two tribes.
Remember, you are the only one allowed to come here. If you dare to play tricks, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Zhu Yan's eyes flashed with coldness, and he said in a cold voice: "Okay, see you in Duansha Valley in one day!"
After the voice transmission ended, Zhu Yan slowly stood up, glanced at the elders in the hall, and said in a deep voice.
"Tomorrow, I will personally go to Broken Sand Valley to negotiate with the old thief Xuanming."
Upon hearing this, an elder hurried forward to dissuade him.
"Clan leader, this is too dangerous! Elder Xuanming is treacherous and cunning. If he sets an ambush and you go there alone, I'm afraid..."
Zhu Yan raised his hand to interrupt him, his tone firm.
"No need to say more. This matter is of great importance. I must personally confirm Meng Wan's identity and find out why she became a member of my Suzaku clan!"
Seeing that the patriarch had made up his mind, the elders had no choice but to nod in agreement.
"Don't worry, Team Leader! We will secretly deploy personnel to ambush outside the Valley of Broken Souls. If we detect anything unusual, we will immediately take action!"
Thousands of miles away, in the territory of the Xuanwu clan.
Elder Xuanming stood on a high platform, looking into the distance with a cold gaze.
Behind him, Meng Wan was bound by several black chains, her aura was completely suppressed, and she seemed to have no power to resist.
"Youngster, you will be able to meet your 'father' soon."
Elder Xuanming sneered, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
At first, he really thought that Meng Wan was Zhu Yan's daughter who came later in life.
But after he came back, the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.
"If she is really Zhu Yan's daughter, why has Zhu Yan never mentioned her before? Moreover, there has been no news of a new bloodline in the Suzaku Clan in recent years..."
Elder Xuanming muttered to himself, his brows furrowed.
He thought about it, raised his hand and made a gesture, and a mysterious rune appeared on his palm.
The rune emitted a dark light, as if it could see through all illusions.
"The art of deduction, start!"
Elder Xuanming let out a low roar, and the rune on his palm suddenly enlarged, turning into a huge curtain of light that enveloped Meng Wan.
In the light curtain, countless fine lines intertwined, as if tracing the source of her bloodline.
After a moment, Elder Xuanming frowned even more tightly.
He was surprised to find that although Meng Wan had demon blood in her body, her origins were like a fog and could not be deduced clearly.
"How is this possible?"
Elder Xuanming murmured softly, a hint of shock flashing in his eyes.
He made hand gestures again, trying to force the deduction, but the result was still the same.
Meng Wan's origins seemed to be obscured by some strange power, and even his deduction skills could not reveal any of it.
"This woman... is indeed not simple."
Elder Xuanming's eyes were gloomy, and he was secretly calculating in his mind.
He turned to look at Meng Wan, his tone cold: "Junior, where exactly are you from? Why can you imitate the aura of the Suzaku clan?"
Meng Wan raised her head, a hint of scorn flashing in her eyes.
"Elder Xuanming, haven't you already deduced this? How come even you can't see through my origins?"
Upon hearing this, Elder Xuanming's face darkened and he spoke in a cold voice.
"You're such a sharp-tongued person! But do you think you can hide it from me like this?"
He paused, his tone grim: "Since your origins cannot be deduced, then I will verify it myself!"
After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved it. Several black chains suddenly tightened, binding Meng Wan tightly.
Immediately afterwards, a dark light appeared in his palm and headed straight for Meng Wan's dantian.
"You are quite lucky to have obtained the inheritance of the Twelve Divine Generals. Wait until I strip you of these inheritances and see how tough you can be!"
Meng Wan's expression changed slightly, and a cold light flashed in her eyes.
"Xuan Ming old thief, how dare you!"
Meng Wan shouted coldly, demonic energy surging around her as she tried to break free from the restraints.
However, Elder Xuanming's cultivation was far superior to hers, and the black chains were like a thorn in her flesh, firmly suppressing her strength.
"Youngster, there's no need to struggle. Once I strip you of your inheritance, you'll be of no use to me. But don't worry, I'll use your 'fake identity' to negotiate terms with Zhu Yan."
Elder Xuanming sneered, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
After he finished speaking, a dark light suddenly burst out from the palm of his hand, heading straight for Meng Wan's dantian.
Meng Wan felt a powerful suction coming from her dantian, as if it was going to completely drain her strength.
Meng Wan gritted her teeth, and the power inherited from the twelve divine generals in her body suddenly erupted, trying to resist Elder Xuanming's stripping technique.
"boom!"
The two forces collided, causing a deafening roar.
However, Elder Xuanming's cultivation was far superior to Meng Wan's after all. Although the power inherited from the Twelve Generals was strong, it was still gradually suppressed.
"Give up, youngster! You can't escape!" Elder Xuanming sneered, with a hint of pride in his tone.
However, just when he thought he had victory, the twelve inherited powers in Meng Wan's body disappeared at once!
Elder Xuanming's expression was terrifyingly gloomy.
He deduced and explored repeatedly, but could not find any trace of the power of inheritance.
"How is this possible?!"
Elder Xuanming roared in a low voice, his eyes filled with shock and anger.
Meng Wan was bound by black chains, her face was pale, but a sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
"Elder Xuanming, aren't you going to strip me of my inheritance? Why can't you find it?"
Upon hearing this, Elder Xuanming's eyes flashed with coldness, and he said in a cold voice, "Youngster, what methods did you use to hide the power of inheritance?"
Meng Wan chuckled, with a hint of sarcasm in her tone.
"What inherited power? I don't understand what you are talking about."
Elder Xuanming's face turned pale, and he was about to explode when he suddenly felt a sound transmission talisman vibrating in his sleeve.
He raised his hand and waved it, the talisman turned into a beam of light, and Zhu Yan's voice came out from it.
"Old thief Xuanming, I've already arrived at Broken Sand Valley. When will you send the people here?"
Upon hearing this, Elder Xuanming's eyes flashed with a hint of gloom.
He glanced at Meng Wan and thought to himself: Since the inheritance cannot be taken away, then I can only use her "fake identity" to deal with Zhu Yan.
"Youngster, you'd better cooperate, otherwise..."
Elder Xuanming spoke in a stern tone, raised his hand and waved it, and the black chain suddenly tightened, the threat imprinted was self-evident.
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