The strong wind damaged several people, leaving a small space on the spirit bird's back. Xiang Shu pulled Lu Zhu closer in without leaving a trace, continuing to maintain a low center of gravity.
The others were also waking up from a dream, with ugly faces, and they all moved closer to the center, wishing they could squeeze in without distinguishing each other.
The scribe clasped his hands behind his back and watched everyone adjust with cold eyes. When everyone stopped making any noise, he finally spoke in a leisurely manner. Although his voice was not loud, it could cut through the wind and ring clearly in everyone's ears.
"Everyone, these few lives are nothing but a small lesson."
The scribe spoke indifferently, "It's dangerous to go to the ancestral land. If you don't be fully vigilant, you will die faster than anyone else! How difficult is it for monks like us to fight for our lives against the sky? If anyone is afraid of this, stand up!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone was immediately ready to move.
Xiang Shen stood in the crowd, putting a hand on Lu Zhu's shoulder, his eyes slightly lowered, not moving at all.
Not long after, ten people stood up tremblingly from the crowd.
Before these people could speak, the scribe's face turned cold and he suddenly raised his hand. The white horses flashed by and ten heads fell in unison.
The scribe waved his sleeves again and swept the corpse down into the sky. There was a small space on the back of the spirit bird, which was no longer as crowded as it was at the beginning.
After doing this, the scribe rolled up his sleeves nonchalantly, as if he had just killed ten chickens.
He glanced at the silent crowd, smiled slightly, and then said: "Those who are greedy for life and afraid of death will only kill more people if they enter the ancestral land. I am doing it for your own good. Since you have accepted the sign enshrined by my family, As a member of my Wan family, there is no reason to withdraw at will."
After saying this, the scribe waved his sleeve and sprinkled a white dot, hanging in front of everyone, "The high-grade elixir in this is enough for you to practice for more than a month."
I, Wan Zilin, am the sixth elder of the Wan family. My Wan family is sitting in Wanjia Fort, monopolizing a territory, rich in resources, and even the core disciples of Fengyue Sect are in charge, which is no worse than the family that recruited people yesterday! "
When Xiang Shen heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly. It turned out to be the Wan family, Xiang Wanwan's mother's family.
Earlier at the Xiang family, she had inherited the name of the family and was able to win the status of attendant. She didn't expect to meet him here today.
"...When you enter the ancestral land, no matter how much you gain, as long as you perform well, there will naturally be more rewards."
Wan Zilin finished beating.
Everyone took the white elixir bottle floating in front of them in fear and nervousness, opened it and took a sniff. Many people suddenly looked happy.
These casual cultivators at the bottom of the cultivation world have never seen such a high-grade elixir with pure spiritual power, not to mention eating it.
"Thank you, Mr. Lin!"
"Thank you, Senior Lin!"
"We will do our best to serve the Lord's family!"
"..."
Shouts of loyalty rang out from the crowd one after another, and the voices quickly became one, and the panic caused by death was quickly covered up.
Amid the commotion, Xiang Shu also took the elixir bottle, put it away together with Lu Zhu's without looking at it, and put it aside alone.
Lu Zhu naturally had no objection. He just looked at the happy faces around him and felt indescribably uncomfortable in his heart.
Is this... a casual cultivator?
This is casual cultivation.
Xiang Shen looked calm and felt deeper in his heart.
In addition to feeling emotional, I am even more grateful.
If she hadn't spent the time in the dream, she might not have been able to survive even one day when she traveled to this world.
Thinking of this, Xiang Shen's thoughts drifted away, and a vague longing flashed in his eyes.
Big wood, how can I... see you again?
…
In the green sea of thousands of bamboo forests, a towering giant tree towers into the clouds, with divine light flowing between the branches and leaves, and the green is dripping.
The gray mist is dense around it, as if it is covered with a veil, making it unclear whether the person sitting under the tree is a living person or a sculpture.
Suddenly, the gray mist began to surge crazily, covering the entire giant tree so tightly that only the leaves could be heard rustling, but no shadow could be seen.
After the whole process lasted for several breaths, a person walked out of the gray mist.
The young man is dressed in white, his face is blurry and does not look like a real person. He took one step forward, spanning countless distances in an instant, and came under a starry sky, "Xiao Mo."
The black coiled dragon sleeping soundly on the ground woke up immediately, transformed into a young man in black, got up and knelt down, "Master."
The young man nodded and said in a dreamy voice, "Is there any result?"
The young man in black nodded and presented a tattered puppet with both hands. "The Great Elder has personally seen it. The core of this puppet doll from heaven was completely damaged a hundred years ago. If you want to repair it, you can only find another one." A fairy core. But you also know...it has been over a million years since that person's power was destroyed, and it is really difficult to find a fairy core again."
"It's difficult, why don't you look for it?"
The young man's voice was slightly cold, with a hint of questioning.
The black-clothed young man was startled: "Master, you frequently leave Wan Zhuhai, and because of the rumor that you have lost your mind by playing with things, the old antiques in the Presbyterian Church are not small. If you don't specialize in retreat, I'm afraid even the clan leader will I can’t hold it in any longer.”
As soon as these words came out, although the young man in black couldn't see his master's face clearly, he could feel his aura, which made him feel even colder.
The master has always had an indifferent temperament and has never been moved by external objects. Why has he been so angry recently because of a broken puppet?
What's so special about that puppet?
While the boy in black was confused, the young man's mood quickly calmed down and he spoke calmly.
"There is no need to worry about the Presbyterian Council. You can send people to find the whereabouts of the fairy core. If you have any clues, report them to me immediately."
"Yuan Mo obeys the order."
The young man in black responded respectfully, then raised his head and said worriedly: "Master, your bloodline just broke out two days ago. The injury has not healed, and today you have left your body again..."
"It doesn't matter, I'll go back immediately."
The young man waved his hand, and his figure gradually faded away. In the end, only his voice lingered in the void, "The core of the fairy spirit is of great importance. You must arrange it as soon as possible without making any mistakes."
"yes!"
The man in black bowed his head respectfully, waited until the lingering sound dissipated, turned around and turned into a dragon into the sea of stars, disappearing in an instant.
…
After flying for a day and a night, the giant eagle broke through the thick clouds and gradually descended.
It was early in the morning, the purple air was coming from the east, the sky was bright and clear, and the view was excellent.
Looking far into the distance, Xiang Sheng suddenly saw an ancient city standing on a cliff in the distance.
Xuanwang City has arrived.
The giant eagle fell rapidly, swooping down to the ground and stirring up a large amount of wind dust, and then landed steadily.
The scribe jumped off the spiritual bird first and shouted loudly: "Everyone, come down and follow me into the city on foot!"
Everyone didn't dare to ask any more questions and jumped down one after another.
As soon as he landed, a strong smell of blood and putrefaction hit his face.
Xiang Shu couldn't help but wrinkled his nose and waved his sleeves to sweep away the choking smoke and dust. Only then did he realize that what he was stepping on was actually a piece of dark red blood.
There were even several fresh corpses not far away, with blood gurgling and sinking into the ground.
Xiang Shu felt a chill in his heart, and he immediately understood where this blood came from.
Lu Zhu had never seen such a terrifying scene before. His lips turned white with fear, and he clutched Xiang Shu's sleeve tightly, "Sister, let's go quickly."
Xiang Shen pursed his lips slightly and turned to follow the team.
"Xuanwang City is restricted to the sky. This road is the only way to the city gate. Even those who are as powerful as the Danjie stage can only do the same as us, and just come down and walk obediently."
The scribe walked beside the crowd, his cold eyes scanning the bushes on both sides of the mountain road, and met a pair of eyes filled with fear.
Soon, other people also noticed the monks dormant around the mountain road, and their expressions changed.
But for some reason, Xiang Shu and his group knew that only the scribe was in the foundation building stage and was extremely weak. However, they were allowed to go up the mountain on both sides of the mountain road without anyone taking action.
Is it the deterrent brought by the giant bird in Qing Pavilion that makes them dare not act rashly?
Xiang Shen glanced at him.
This force named "Tianqing Pavilion" seems to specialize in the business of monks. It is very powerful, but I don't know what rank it is. How does it compare to the Blazing Flame Sect?
There are still more than ten days until July 15th. Why doesn't Wanjia wait a few more days to recruit people and arrive in a hurry?
Did the Blazing Sect’s team arrive early?
Thoughts were swirling in his mind, but Xiang Shen's appearance showed no abnormality. He followed the large army and jumped up the long stone staircase, finally arriving at the gate of Xuanwang City.
The mountain is high and cold, and the ancient city gate wall is covered with a thick layer of frost. I don’t know how many years it has been open here.
Directly above the city gate, you can vaguely see the two simple characters "Xuan Wang". The stone skin on the characters is mottled, showing traces of time.
The scribe seemed to have been to this city before, and he led people into the city, bypassing the ruins of low old houses and arriving at a solid yellow earth building.
"This is where my Wan family is stationed. When you go in, you can each choose a room to stay in."
At this point, the scribe's tone turned cold, "I think you have heard the rules of Xuanwang City on the road. No chaos, no murderous intentions, otherwise the formation will be triggered and no one can save you!"
After saying this, the scribe threw up his sleeves and left.
As soon as the scribe left, the atmosphere in the team immediately relaxed, and everyone entered the earth building separately to choose a room they wanted.
With the formation in the city weighing on everyone's minds, the process of selecting a room seemed extremely harmonious. Even if the selected room was occupied by someone in advance and they were dissatisfied, they would have no choice but to leave and make another choice.
With quick eyes and quick hands, Lu Zhu occupied a large room and quickly called Xiang Shen, who was still outside absentmindedly, to come in.
The room was not too dirty, so Lu Zhu cleaned it briefly and then gave up. He took out two blankets from the ring and spread them on the floor.
"Sister, everything is packed."
Lu Zhu spoke up.
Xiang Shen's thoughts suddenly converged, he came back to his senses, sat down, pondered for a moment, and said: "There are many monks in the alchemy stage walking around here, and your secret method cannot be hidden from them. I just saw a lot of casual cultivators on the way here. You have set up a market by yourself, please stay here and rest, I will go find out the news later."
Lu Zhu knew in his heart that what Xiang Shen said was reasonable, so he could only nod his head obediently and said, "Then you should come back soon."
Xiang Shen smiled slightly and said, "Being entrusted by others is a matter of loyalty. I will not leave you alone before sending you to the ancestral land."
Lu Zhu was stunned on the spot.
This sentence sounds reassuring at first, but the underlying meaning is that she will not enter the Lu family's ancestral land.
Isn't she interested in the secrets of the Lu family's ancestral land at all?
