Except for Gu Yingxi and He Zongtao who stayed in the Guest Garden, everyone else followed Yu Xian to Fubao Tower.
Fubao Building is one of the best shops in Changhuan Mansion. Even during the war, its business was booming. While they were talking to the shopkeeper about selling materials in their spare time, Jing Yingrong looked around.
Walking to a row of shelves, her eyes were attracted by a volume of books——
"The Exploration of Human Race's Path to Seeking Tao".
There are several volumes next to this volume. Judging from the author and the title, they must belong to the same series, with chapters such as "Exploration", "Development", "Evolution" and "Contradiction" respectively.
Jing Yingrong put her consciousness into the book, browsed through the contents of the preview section, and then called the store clerk to buy the entire series.
Ji Sha Jian: "Why did you buy this?"
Jing Yingrong: "It is written very rigorously and meticulously. Even if it is about deeds from long ago, there are not many mistakes. The author has done careful research and it is worth reading."
Ji Yanzhu: "Who is the author?"
Jing Yingrong glanced at the signature and replied: "Smell the roses."
Jiyanzhu: “I’ve never heard of it.”
Jijiebi: "Maybe it's just a pen name."
After that, Jing Yingrong bought two boxes of bait for aquatic spiritual beasts, and Yu Xian and others' matters were settled. The group left Fubao Tower and prepared to return to the Guest Garden.
Halfway through the journey, a disciple of the Wufeng Sword Sect hurriedly walked towards them. They didn't pay much attention to them. Unexpectedly, after the other party's eyes came over, he suddenly stopped and shouted: "Huo Xiumao?"
When Huo Xiumao heard the sound, he looked over and was stunned. Then he seemed to remember something and said, "It's you."
That person was Shao Yi, who had had a conflict with him in Songlan City. He had now reached the Nascent Soul stage.
Yu Xian nudged Huo Xiumao with his elbow, "Are you familiar?"
Huo Xiumao: "No, we just know each other."
Shao Yi looked at Yu Xian, his eyes focused, and he felt a fighting spirit.
"Yixian!"
"Hiss—" Yu Xian took out his ears and winked: "Fellow Taoist, my ears are very good, so there is no need to be so loud."
"..."
Shao Yi was a little embarrassed, pursed his lips, and said still unconvinced: "I know you have defeated Senior Brother Mo, I will definitely ask you for some advice in the future!"
Yu Xian: "Okay, okay, I'll see you again later. Let's go and say goodbye."
"etc!"
Shao Yi stepped forward and stopped a few people, "We have brought back some people who need to be resettled. I just went to see Master Wang but he was not there. You are a disciple of Taichu Temple, can you also be responsible for this?"
Yu Xian was stunned and asked, "Where did you bring the people from?"
Shao Yi: "We were ordered by our master to capture the evil cultivator Ren Cen. This time we finally found his whereabouts. When we chased him to where he was hiding, we accidentally let him escape. However, some of the people he captured are still alive. He brought them back. This man previously attacked the monks who were relocating the people. After killing the monks, he captured the people. These people's hometowns have been occupied by monsters and they are now homeless. We will continue to track down Ren Cen. There is no way to bring them back to our home, so we have to let them stay here.”
Shu Pinghui asked curiously: "Why did he arrest so many mortals?"
Shao Yi glanced at her, thought for a moment, and said: "Forget it, it's okay to tell you. This man has a master, and he is also a ruthless villain who enjoys killing people. According to our speculation, he should be The captured people were used to send his master away, and the number of people found in his hiding place was far less than the number of missing people. Humph, it’s simply abominable!”
He clenched his fists with resentment.
Huo Xiumao's body trembled and he asked eagerly: "What is his master's name?"
Shao Yi replied: "Ke Changmiao."
Huo Xiumao's pupils shrank suddenly, and Yu Xian looked at him thoughtfully.
Shao Yi didn't notice Huo Xiumao's strangeness. He said to Yu Xian, "I've said everything that needs to be said. How about it? Can you make the decision?"
Yu Xian smiled and said, "Let's go and see where the person is. By the way, I don't know your name yet."
Shao Yi told himself his name, "Those people are still outside the city gate. They can only come in with the owner's warrant. I will take you there."
After saying that, he turned around and led the way.
The group of people followed Shao Yi out of the city and saw about a hundred people gathered at the foot of the city wall. In addition, there were several monks from the Wufeng Sword Sect waiting nearby.
Yu Xian's consciousness scanned the more than a hundred mortals and asked Shao Yi, "Have you learned all their personal information?"
Shao Yi was stunned and said: "No, I only asked a few of them and found out that they are all from the same place."
Yu Xian raised his eyebrows but said nothing.
At this time, several monks came forward. From their names, it can be seen that they are Shao Yi's junior brothers and sisters. Shao Yi was explaining to them that he had brought Yu Xian and others.
At the same time, Jing Yingrong stared at someone in the crowd without blinking.
She said in the sea of consciousness: "That person's method of hiding his cultivation is very clever."
Ji Sha Jian: "Why is he pretending to be a mortal?"
Ji Jie Bi: "Maybe he wants to sneak into the city. Is it a magical power that you haven't seen in the mirror?"
"Yeah." Jing Yingrong responded, and then added: "It's a combination of magic and external objects."
She pondered, then asked with a smile: "Are you interested?"
Jing Yingrong: "I want to know more. Maybe it can be used as a reference."
Ji Yanzhu: "Go and ask him."
Ji Sha Jian: "Are you sure he is willing to tell?"
"If he doesn't want to," Ji Yanzhu said in a matter-of-fact tone, "I'll let him do it, because Jing Jing really wants to know."
Ji Sha Jian thought about it and said, "That's okay."
Jijiebi said helplessly: "Don't be so violent, you two. Mirror, I think he has noticed that he is being paid attention to by you. If you get closer, you can put another layer of pressure on him. When you enter the city later, you can find him privately." He, if he was smart enough, he would know what to do.”
Jing Yingrong agreed and walked towards the other party.
He was an old man with a sallow complexion, skinny muscles, and white beard and hair. There was no trace of spiritual energy leaking from his body. He was hunched over and inconspicuous among the mortals.
Just as Ji Jie Bi said, he had long been aware of Jing Yingrong's undisguised gaze. Although his expression remained calm, tension surged in his eyes.
When Jing Yingrong moved, the old man's face suddenly changed slightly, and the calmness he had managed to maintain was in danger.
When he discovered that the people in Taichu Temple were all following the woman with their eyes as if there was no trace of her, he could no longer hold his breath.
The guilt in his eyes turned into madness, a fierce and fierce light shot out, and he immediately rushed towards the mirror.
The sudden burst of spiritual power was like thunder on the ground, instantly alarming everyone present. Everyone saw an afterimage passing by, and a sharp snake-shaped dagger was placed on Jing Yingrong's neck.
Behind Jing Yingrong, a man pretending to be fierce appeared, holding a dagger in one hand and restraining her arms with the other. And where he was standing before, there was a pile of clothes and a complete human skin scattered.
The human skin was as fresh as if it had just been peeled off a person's body. The torso and limbs were intact, and the original appearance of an old man could be seen on the head and face. The light white inside of the human skin flashes with light patterns, exuding a dark and mysterious meaning, indicating that it is a treasure.
The surrounding mortals screamed and dispersed. Everyone from the Wufeng Sword Sect saw the man's appearance clearly and said in shock: "Ren Cen?!"
Without the cover of human skin, the man's cultivation in the middle stage of Nascent Soul was exposed to everyone. He gripped the dagger tightly and sneered sinisterly: "We almost succeeded, but it's a pity...it's all your fault!"
He glanced at Jing Yingrong bitterly, and then said to the others: "If you want her to survive, you must know each other..."
Ren Cen's voice became softer and he couldn't continue because he found that several people in the Taichu Temple across from him were looking at him with strange eyes.
A bit of surprise, a bit of shock, a bit of admiration, and maybe a little bit of pity.
He suddenly heard the woman in front of him make an "ah" sound.
Yu Xian and others all turned their attention to her.
Jing Yingrong: "I was held hostage."
Everyone: "?"
Jing Yingrong: "Help."
Everyone: "..."
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