In a quiet manor in Xingyuefang City, Wang Feng was reporting to Chu Buyu.
"Fellow Daoist Shen was seriously injured?"
Chu Buyu said in surprise.
"Yes! Many people saw with their own eyes that he was indeed seriously injured. I heard that he was able to escape after encountering two late-stage Nascent Soul monks."
Wang Feng said.
"Two late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators? Do you know their origins?"
Chu Buyu asked.
"No, Senior Shen didn't say anything. We are still investigating."
Wang Feng said.
"Fellow Daoist Shen was able to escape from the hands of two fourth-level dragons. It's really impressive. Pay attention to the news about these two Nascent Soul cultivators."
Chu Buyu ordered.
"Yes, Sister Chu."
Wang Feng agreed.
"By the way, is Fellow Daoist Shen still in Jinjiaofang City?"
Chu Buyu asked.
"No, he teleported back to the inner sea, and many monks saw it."
Wang Feng said.
Chu Buyu nodded and gave Wang Feng a few words to retreat.
The news that Shen Long was rescued by two late-stage Nascent Soul monks spread quickly and spread throughout the outer sea.
The outside world did not doubt Shen Long's words. Even late Yuanying monks did not dare to face the late fourth-order thunder dragon alone, let alone a mid-fourth-order wind dragon.
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Heavenly Beast Island, Heavenly Beast Garden.
Wang Kun, Qinglian Sword Lord, True Lord Taihao, and Fairy Xuanbing sat around a green tea table, sipping tea and chatting.
"Congratulations! Fellow Daoist Ye, you have surrendered a fifth-level monster!"
Wang Kun's face was full of envy.
"According to the information we have, there is a fifth-level fire lin beast in Zhenjun Ziyang's dojo. What's strange is that we searched all over the dojo but couldn't find this beast."
Qinglian Sword Master said doubtfully.
He rushed to the immortal world in southern Xinjiang, entered Zhenjun Ziyang's dojo, and subdued an early-stage fifth-level wind-walking lion.
"Maybe it was surrendered by other fellow Taoists. If it escapes from the dojo, it will definitely harm one party. It is impossible not to know."
True Lord Taihao guessed.
"It should be like this! I don't know which fellow Taoist surrendered the fifth-level Fire Lin Beast."
Fairy Xuan Bing's face was full of curiosity.
"Maybe it's fellow Taoist Dongfang! Or maybe it's Mrs. Du."
Qinglian Sword Master guessed.
"By the way, have you received the inheritance from True Lord Ziyang?"
Wang Kun asked.
"No, when we arrived, many monks had already entered the dojo to search for treasures. When we entered the dojo and searched the dojo, we could not find the inheritance of True Lord Ziyang. It may have been obtained by other monks."
Qinglian Sword Master said.
Too many monks have entered the dojo of True Lord Ziyang in search of treasures, and it is impossible to determine who has obtained the inheritance of True Lord Ziyang. Even if Qinglian Sword Master wants to trace it, he cannot find out who has entered the dojo.
"That's a shame. I thought you could get some fifth-level elixirs!"
Wang Kun said in a regretful tone.
"It can't be that easy. According to the information we have, it is very likely that True Lord Ziyang died. As for where he died, it is not clear."
Qinglian Sword Master said, he remembered something and said: "By the way, a large beast tide broke out again in the outer sea, led by a fifth-level monster beast. Do you know the reason?"
"Maybe it's for the ten thousand-year-old Qixia Jade Lotus. The real reason is unclear."
Wang Kun said.
It is impossible for the fifth-level monster to tell them the plan, and it is difficult for human monks to know the true intention of the fifth-level monster.
"What level has it cultivated to?"
Fairy Xuan Bing asked curiously.
"At the early stage of the fifth level, you can speak human words. In recent years, there have been Nascent Soul monks who have suddenly disappeared. We suspect that someone is colluding with the fifth level monsters. We have sent people to investigate the matter. The disciples of Fellow Daoist Mo are likely to be the same. He was killed like this."
Wang Kun said.
After chatting for half an hour, the three of Qinglian Sword Master said goodbye and left. Wang Kun retreated to practice cultivation.
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Donghua Immortal Realm, Qin State, Yuling Sect.
Hundreds of Qi Refining monks gathered in the Patriarch Hall, with different expressions on their faces.
Chen Xiao stood in front of them with a solemn expression.
Today is the day for new disciples to get started. According to the sect rules, they are led to bow to their ancestors.
The Yuling Sect is now the largest sect in the Qin State and has a great say in more than a dozen surrounding countries. After all, not every force has the combat power of the late Nascent Soul.
"From today on, you are the disciples of our Yuling Sect. I hope you will practice diligently and go further on the road."
Chen Xiao's voice was heavy.
"Yes, Master Chen."
All the disciples agreed in unison.
A loud dragon roar sounded, nine in a row, each one louder than the last.
Chen Xiao's expression changed drastically. It seemed that something serious had happened, otherwise the Dragon-Starting Bell wouldn't have struck nine times.
"Master Nephew Xu, I leave this place to you. You are responsible for settling them. I have important matters to deal with."
Chen Xiao gave an order and left in a hurry.
He came to the meeting hall and saw Yuan Rui, Du Yinyin, Shen Long, Bing Canren and Han Yuwei there.
Shen Long's face was pale and he looked like he was seriously injured.
"Uncle Yuan, something big happened."
Chen Xiao asked nervously.
"Junior Brother Shen is seriously injured and needs some old elixir to make an elixir to heal his injuries. Send someone to buy this elixir. Once collected, send it to Junior Brother Shen immediately."
Yuan Rui ordered with a heavy voice.
Shen Long is a representative figure of Yuling Sect, and nothing should happen to him.
"Yes, Master Yuan."
Chen Xiao agreed and took the order to leave.
"Senior Brother Yuan, I'm fine. There's no need to mobilize troops."
Shen Long said.
He never expected that Yuan Rui would react so strongly when he knew that he was seriously injured.
"This matter is not a trivial matter. It is necessary to mobilize a large number of troops. You can heal your wounds with peace of mind! You don't have to worry about the elixir. We will send people to collect it."
Yuan Rui said in a deep voice.
"Yes! Just heal your wounds in peace."
Master Bingcan agreed.
Seeing this situation, Shen Long couldn't say anything else, so he agreed, left the meeting hall, and returned to his residence to heal his injuries.
"Senior Brother Yuan, it stands to reason that Shen Long was seriously injured. Shouldn't the news be blocked? If we mobilize all the troops to search for old elixirs, will those who are interested mistakenly think that something happened to our Yuling Sect?"
Bing Canzhen expressed his worries.
"Before Junior Brother Shen returned to the Inner Sea, he asked around for news about the two Nascent Soul cultivators. Many people knew that he was seriously injured. There was no way to cover up the news. What's more, Junior Brother Shen had no objection."
Yuan Rui said.
He suspected that Shen Long killed two fourth-level dragons just to find an excuse to make people mistakenly think that he was not strong.
If he was really seriously injured, there was no need for Shen Long to ask other Nascent Soul monks about the whereabouts of the two Nascent Soul monks in person, he could just heal his wounds with peace of mind.
When Shen Long did this, he most likely asked these people to serve as witnesses to prove that he was seriously injured.
Shen Long had his own plan for lying. There was no need for Yuan Rui to point it out. Shen Long had become too sharp in recent years, so it was a good thing to hide his weakness appropriately. Yuan Rui planned to help Shen Long and confirm the news that he was seriously injured.
This is just Yuan Rui's guess. Anyway, Shen Long has no objection, so just do it.
Master Bingcan and Han Yuwei nodded and had no objections.
After chatting for a while, they said their goodbyes and left.
At Jinpeng Peak, Shen Long was sitting in a blue stone pavilion, and Lin Sen was reporting to him.
"I'm going to retreat to heal my wounds. If anything happens, just watch and deal with it."
Shen Long ordered.
Healing is fake, but cultivation is real.
"Yes, Master Shen."
Lin Sen agreed.
Shen Long gave some instructions and asked Lin Sen to retreat.
He walked into a practice room, sat down cross-legged, and said to himself: "Senior Brother Yuan seems to have noticed that I was pretending to be sick, but he didn't point it out. It seems that he also approves of my approach."
He took out a blood dragon pill, put it in his mouth, and started practicing.
(End of chapter)
