Mengxiao Pavilion.
Daojun Yunmeng said with a smile: "Why are you back so soon?"
Huo Xiumao said respectfully: "The disciple came back this time. Firstly, because he has learned the identity of the murderer who massacred the village. The murderer's cultivation level is far higher than that of the disciple. The disciple must focus on improving his own strength now. Secondly, because the disciple encountered a suspicious and strange thing. It involves a tenth-level monster or even a beast king, so I want to let Master know about it in time."
Daojun Yunmeng was slightly surprised: "Oh? What kind of weird thing?"
Huo Xiumao immediately recounted in detail his encounter with the tenth-level monster in the western section of Lanwu Ridge.
Daojun Yunmeng listened calmly at first, but when he heard him talking about the Bone Altar, his face suddenly changed color.
"What you saw is this kind of altar?"
Daojun Yunmeng interrupted Huo Xiumao's narration, made a secret with his jade fingers, and the shadow of an altar suddenly appeared in mid-air.
Huo Xiumao took a closer look and said, "They are generally very similar, but the shape of each bone is different, and the bones of the altar I saw have all been broken, unlike this one, which is still partially intact."
Hearing this, Daojun Yunmeng frowned with a look of deep thought on his face.
Huo Xiumao glanced at Daojun Yunmeng's expression and said, "Master, what is the origin of this altar?"
Lord Yunmeng: "I don't know either, it's just..."
She looked at Huo Xiumao, lowered her eyes, and seemed to hesitate.
Huo Xiumao realized it as soon as his thoughts changed, and said: "If it involves the secrets of the sect, master does not need to tell the disciples."
"It's not a secret," Daojun Yunmeng shook his head slightly, "It's just that the matter has not yet been decided. The altar I showed you was what your senior sister Yu Xian saw at the bottom of the Wuya Sea."
"Boundless sea?" Huo Xiumao asked in surprise.
Daojun Yunmeng nodded and said: "Now it seems that the hidden story behind the Wuyahai chaos is far beyond our imagination. I have to discuss this matter with the headmaster and your uncle Tongsheng, and you must not spread it outside."
Huo Xiumao lowered his head and cupped his hands and said, "Disciple, I will obey my master's orders."
"As for that level 10 monster that mistook you for the Beast King..." Daojun Yunmeng frowned even more tightly, and after thinking for a long time, he looked a little helpless and ashamed, "I can't figure it out even, even my teacher."
Seeing Taojun Yunmeng's expression, Huo Xiumao hurriedly said: "Master, please don't mind me. This disciple will find a way to find out."
Daojun Yunmeng couldn't help but laugh: "You kid, you are too sensible. That's all, let's put this matter aside for now."
Then, a faint light flashed on her fingertips, and a talisman appeared.
Following the concerned words of Daojun Yunmeng, the talisman floated in front of Huo Xiumao: "Fortunately, there are still ways for you to improve your strength as a teacher. Take it, with your current cultivation level, you can go to my I took a walk in the 'Meng Lian'."
Huo Xiumao was overjoyed: "Thank you so much, Master!"
…
Di Rong Clan, Fallen Sun Volcano.
The dazzling golden liquid surges in the translucent mountain, and when the scorching sun shines, it reflects a breathtaking dazzling light.
On the edge of the crater, the leader of the Emperor Rong Clan stood with his hands behind his hands, his lowered gaze falling on the golden lake below.
There was a sudden noise behind her. She didn't turn around, she just said, "What good news did you bring back?"
Flying around Wu Yaochen was a three-legged demon bird transformed by spiritual power. The golden feathers of the demon bird absorbed the terrifying heat. Even so, there were beads of sweat hanging on his cheeks.
"There is no good news, but there is bad news." Wu Yaochen said.
The patriarch looked sideways slightly and glanced at him from the corner of his eye: "What's the bad news?"
Wu Yaochen: "I'm about to be burned to death."
The patriarch maintained his posture, motionless and did not speak.
It wasn't until the flying three-legged demon bird began to show signs of decline that she said calmly: "Did you only learn to speak glibly in Taichu Guan?"
Wu Yaochen coughed dryly and said seriously: "In terms of cultivation, I am no better than the Golden elixir; in terms of identity, I am no better than the inner sect. I haven't even climbed to the mountainside, so how can I possibly solve the problem at the top of the mountain?"
Hearing this, the patriarch's eyes moved, he turned back and looked forward, and his voice finally rose and fell: "Then what are you doing here? What is the current situation of the people assigned to you?"
Wu Yaochen: "They are all still at the outer gate, and I don't want to wait. I came back this time because I am worried about the situation in the clan."
The clan leader’s voice rose: “Worried?”
Wu Yaochen: "In today's world, evil cultivators are active, and monsters and beasts want to rebel. Our sect is the leader in cultivating people. Information from all sides gathers. Therefore, I have a deeper understanding. I always feel that there is a sign of chaos. My clan once had a blood feud with monsters and beasts. Since The monsters now even dare to invade Niya Palace, so they might one day target our clan."
After he finished speaking, the clan leader did not respond for a long time. After a while, he said: "You are right, so I have already sent extra manpower to observe the situation in the world."
Having said this, she suddenly changed the subject and asked, "What do you think of the Kunhuang Sect?"
Wu Yaochen was stunned, and then he noticed that the direction the clan leader was facing was the desert.
"The sun is declining, but there are signs of reform and change." He thought for a moment and said.
"The evidence is that they invited people from other sects to watch the ceremony for the first time?"
"right."
"Do you think this is useful?"
Wu Yaochen was startled and said hesitantly: "This should be the first step for them to establish contact with other sects. If they can strengthen the connection with other sects and communicate and progress with each other, it should be useful."
The patriarch was silent for a moment and said: "You have stayed in Taichu Temple for so long, you should know that Taichu Temple is still upward momentum, getting stronger day by day."
Wu Yaochen affirmed: "Yes, not only our sect, but also major sects such as Niya Palace and Wufeng Sword Sect, there are no signs of decline from prosperity."
Patriarch: "So, in the past, there were large sects dividing the treasures of heaven and earth and elite talents, and later, the Nanming faction's orthodoxy was fighting to suppress them. How likely is it that the Kunhuang Sect can stand up?"
Wu Yaochen frowned and said: "I'm afraid it will be difficult to turn over, but at least it can improve the current situation."
The patriarch said nothing.
Wu Yaochen: "My answer should be correct."
"It's true."
"Then what are you...?"
"I sent people to observe the world, and I will never miss this old neighbor. And the information collected tells me——"
The clan leader suddenly turned around and looked directly at Wu Yaochen.
"There is something fishy about the Kunhuang Sect."
…
Kunhuang Sect.
Today's induction ceremony was held as scheduled.
The head of the Kunhuang Sect looked at the children and teenagers below with pleasure. After he finished speaking some inspiring words, countless monks with graceful figures flew into the sky, playing musical instruments to play heavenly music, dancing with the music, or using magic techniques to create various images. This wonderful scene made all the unexperienced children and teenagers fascinated.
Yin Xueze sat aside, lowering his head and stroking the tea cup on the table. He didn't even glance at the performance in the whole process.
Next to him was a monk from Niya Palace who came to watch the ceremony. He was also not interested in the performance at the ceremony, so he tried to chat with the monks around him. After being told "Shut up" by Yin Xueze, he decisively turned to the monk on the other side.
While chatting, the man sneezed suddenly, rubbed his nose and looked up: "What petals are you scattering? This is so fragrant."
Another monk who was talking to him also said: "Who planned this ceremony? Why is it all flashy things?"
Yin Xueze covered the mouth of the cup with his palms, and the colorful petals were reflected in his eyes. Then he looked at the teenagers and children who were vying to stretch out their hands to hold the petals, and the doubts that had just appeared in his eyes dissipated.
