Inside the cave, a thin layer of mist evaporates, making it seem real and illusive.
Xu Yue sat cross-legged in it, swallowed his breath, and slowly inhaled the mist into his body.
It wasn't until an hour later that he opened his eyes.
Several spiritual stones were originally placed around them, but now their luster has dimmed, their spirituality is gone, and they are no different from ordinary stones.
"Report Panel."
"Current host panel:
Host: Xu Yue
Age: 125
Cultivation: late stage of mortal transformation
Victory Points: 0
Props: [Modern Treasure Box]
Identity: Great uncle of the Spirit Sword Master"
In the past few days, Xu Yue successfully broke through to the late stage of transformation through visualizing the runes of the original true solution and practicing hard on his own.
Of course, the experience he accumulated a hundred years ago is also indispensable.
"Well, in the late stage of Mortal Transformation, things are finally a little different." Xu Yue clenched his fists, feeling his own strength with a smile on his face.
Although he is not yet able to conquer mountains and rivers, he still has divine power that mortals cannot fathom.
"I wonder how it compares with the Emperor of Heaven who also practices the original true solution?" Xu Yue couldn't help but wonder.
But then, he shook his head.
There is no comparison, and it cannot be compared.
Both in terms of qualifications and character, he was far inferior to that Emperor of Heaven.
Moreover, Xu Yue didn't want to be such a great person and be arbitrary for eternity. He thought he didn't have that courage.
Just protect the things around you.
For example, friends and relatives, seniors who were born later.
Xu Yue came back to his senses, no longer thought about it, opened the door and stepped out of the cave. Before he had gone far, he saw a late student who needed protection.
"Hey, Yun'er, you came out to bask in the sun again." Xu Yue said with a smile.
"snort."
Qin Yun was sitting in a wheelchair, covered like a mummy, with many parts of his body covered in plaster, which was quite miserable.
That day in the back mountain, she was encouraged by Wang Ba to sneak attack Xu Yue. Not only did she not succeed, but she was hit by a blow and was hospitalized.
This was the result of Xu Yue hastily withdrawing his strength after seeing the person clearly, otherwise Qin Yun would have died if he really attacked with his cultivation level in the Soul Void Realm.
"Why, are you still angry?" Xu Yue stepped forward and grabbed the armrest behind the wheelchair.
"Don't worry about it!" Qin Yun curled his lips and wanted to twist his neck to look at Xu Yue, but found that he couldn't move at all.
Xu Yue also felt sorry for her, so he happily pushed the wheelchair down the mountain.
After a while, the two met Pang Zhuo again.
Pang Zhuo became anxious when he saw this scene and hurriedly ran over and said, "Uncle Master, how can I trouble you to do such a thing!"
Xu Yue waved his hand and said, "It's okay. I am also responsible for Yun'er's injury. I should take care of her."
Qin Yun muttered in the wheelchair, but when he thought that he was being pushed for a walk by his uncle, he felt much better.
The three of them chatted one after another. Before they reached the mountain gate, they heard noise coming from the front.
"You're too low here, raise it higher!"
"You walk slower, others can't keep up!"
Xu Yue looked around and saw eight disciples of the Lingjian Sect carrying a large sedan chair and walking towards them.
On the sedan chair, an old turtle was lying there, with a bruised nose and swollen face, and bandages on its limbs, making it look like a disabled turtle.
It was also Xu Yue's masterpiece that day.
Qin Yun was angry when he saw Wang Ba, but he had no choice but to fight him again and again, so he could only stare at him fiercely.
"Hey, isn't this Brother Turtle? With this posture, why don't you stop the whole lion dance team?" Xu Yue sneered.
Wang Ba opened his eyes, glanced at Xu Yue, and said, "Ignore him. Let's go to the mountain gate."
The eight Lingjian Sect disciples were a little embarrassed, but after getting Xu Yue's acquiescence, they still carried Wang Ba towards the mountain gate.
The two groups of people mingled together, taking care of the wounded and chatting, which was quite harmonious.
Until a certain moment.
"Um?"
On the sedan chair, Wang Ba, who was originally comfortable and comfortable, suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the horizon.
Several Lingjian Sect disciples on the side were not aware of it, even Pang Zhuo, who had the highest level of cultivation.
"Old Turtle, what's wrong?"
Only Xu Yue noticed the abnormality. Although he couldn't sense anything with his cultivation, his tacit understanding with Wang Ba was quite terrifying.
Wang Ba was speechless. With a slight shake of his limbs, the bandages were shattered into powder, revealing the strong tortoise feet and sharp tortoise claws.
It looked like he wasn't hurt at all.
Before several Lingjian Sect disciples could react, Wang Ba flashed in front of Xu Yue.
Xu Yue was silent and jumped onto the turtle's back. The man and the beast disappeared again, and then reappeared at the mountain gate in the blink of an eye.
"Who?" Xu Yue said solemnly.
"Two, above the Guixu realm." After Wang Ba said that, he immediately lay down on the ground, his aura dormant, like a stone turtle.
At this time, there were still many disciples practicing at the mountain gate. Seeing Xu Yue suddenly coming, they hurriedly bowed.
"Master-uncle!"
Liu Ang is here, leading a group of Tian Jue Sect disciples to do hard work.
Xu Yue nodded, did not answer, and looked towards the horizon with great solemnity.
"Uncle Master! What's going on!"
At this time, Pang Zhuo and others from the mountain also arrived and hurriedly stood beside Xu Yue.
Wow!
There was a soft sound from the sky, like the sound of wind blowing leaves.
Everyone looked around blankly, not knowing where the sound came from. When they looked up again, they found two people standing in the sky.
They were a man and a woman, with a proud temperament and extraordinary appearance. They were wearing white Taoist uniforms, and all the accessories on their bodies were light green, and they seemed to be full of life.
"Is this the Lingjian Sect?"
The woman didn't speak, but her light voice could spread throughout Lingjian Mountain.
Pang Zhuo glanced at Xu Yue, took a step forward, and said, "Exactly."
The woman tiptoed lightly, her body slightly closer to the mountain gate, and said with a smile: "Lingjian Sect, kneel down and obey the order."
All the disciples were stunned and looked at each other.
Who is this woman, so arrogant?
Didn’t you see my great-uncle next to you?
A disciple with a hot temper quit his job, pointed his hand to the sky and shouted: "Humph, who dares..."
With a bang, before the disciple could finish his words, he was kicked away by Pang Zhuo, and then he was beaten hard.
"Bold! How dare you be rude to your superiors!"
Pang Zhuo unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks, showing no mercy at all.
The disciple was so aggrieved that he almost wanted to fight back with red eyes, but suddenly he saw some hints in Pang Zhuo's fierce eyes.
He looked in the direction Pang Zhuo's eyes were pointing, and found that Xu Yue and Wang Ba had already bowed down at some point, showing great respect.
In an instant, the disciple understood something. His whole body was cold, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he began to be beaten obediently.
In the air, another man looked at Pang Zhuo and the two of them, and shook his head in a sneer, not interested in pursuing the disciple's previous wild words.
"Okay, let's get down."
The man seemed to have a higher status. He came to the woman in one step and looked down at the people below.
Xu Yue and others stood up and looked up at this group of mysterious men and women.
At this time, the ancestral hall on the top of the mountain suddenly opened, and the sect leader Cheng Moyuan hurried over with Tang Yinghai and other elders.
"Cheng Moyuan, the leader of the Spirit Sword Sect, pays homage to the emperor's envoy!"
"Meet the Imperial Envoy!"
Everyone followed and bowed down together, and at the same time they also knew the identities of the two.
In this area, the only one who can be called the emperor's envoy is that sect.
Yidi Mountain.
