The bamboo building where Sikong Yueling lives is called Qingxinyuan. It is located in the inner gate area of Lingxin Valley, on a circular island floating in the clouds.
The hanging island is named Yueling Island after its owner. The area is not too large. It only takes about two thousand steps for an adult to walk from east to west. There are streams, springs, corridors, flowers and trees.
In addition, there are dozens of mortals and a small number of monks living on it, responsible for cleaning and organizing the island.
It was early in the morning, and the fog had not yet dissipated. Not far from Yueling Island, in mid-air, a flying boat floated in the sea of clouds.
A slender man wearing white clothes was standing on the deck, playing with an emerald green jade flute in his hand.
His long hair hangs down on the back of his head and is tied with a white belt. His whole person looks as gentle as jade and has a graceful demeanor.
"After more than three years of seclusion, I, Han Yun, finally broke into the crystallization realm."
"After I came out of seclusion this time, I heard that Valley Master Lin has reached the late stage of the Golden Core Realm. So, according to the usual practice, the competition for the position of the next Valley Master should be almost around the corner."
"There are five sequence disciples in total. Ye Song has been persuaded by me to withdraw from the competition. Now there are three left. Lin Xinghe and Ji Miaofu have been refusing to deal with me, so only Junior Sister Yue Ling is left."
He played with the jade flute in his hand, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and looked at Xuandao.
"If I can convince Junior Sister Yue Ling and win her support, my chances of becoming the next Valley Master will become more certain."
"I think I haven't seen her for three years. Junior sister must have succeeded in building the foundation by now." He squinted his eyes, remembering the time when he first met the girl five years ago.
With just one glance, his mind was stunned by her charming appearance even though she was not yet fully grown up at that time. At that time, he secretly made up his mind to make her his future Taoist companion.
Behind him stood a bald man wearing a gray robe with a ruffled face. He was standing respectfully with his hands lowered and his head bowed in silence.
Han Yun turned to look at this man and chuckled.
"Lin Yan, as the deacon of Yueling Island, please tell me carefully what happened to Junior Sister Yueling during my three years of seclusion."
The bald man replied respectfully: "As you command, Master..."
He spoke slowly and began to tell.
Half an hour later...
"What? You said that Junior Sister Yueling is getting close to a mortal slave?"
Han Yun stood on the floating boat, his originally relaxed and confident expression suddenly darkened, his gentle temperament disappeared, and murderous intent emanated from his body.
He leaned over slightly and stared at the face of the old man Guang.
"I put so much effort into promoting you to be the deacon of Yueling Island and asking you to look after my junior sister for me. Is this how you repay me?"
Feeling the tangible murderous intent in the eyes of the person in front of him, cold sweat dripped from the forehead of the bald man.
"I'm sorry, Master, it was my mistake..."
Han Yun took a deep breath and stopped looking at him. He looked in the direction of Yueling Island, as if he could see through the clouds and see the mortal boy named "Jiang Fan".
"I didn't expect that after just three years of seclusion, a new idiot would appear."
He sneered a few times, then suddenly exerted force with his right hand, crushing the valuable jade flute in his hand, and his expression became distorted.
"You dare to get your hands on something that belongs to me, Han Yun. I don't know the corresponding price. Can you afford it?"
Jiang Fan, who was several miles away, sneezed suddenly.
"Weird, could it be that I have a cold?" He rubbed his nose and decided to cook himself a bowl of ginger soup after going back to get rid of the cold.
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On the flying boat outside the island, Han Yun's face was uncertain, his fists were clenched and unclenched, and his breathing was rapid.
After a long time, he took a deep breath and gritted his teeth:
"Damn it, if I weren't worried about the rift between Junior Sister Yue Ling and me, plus the competition for the position of Valley Master is imminent, and countless pairs of eyes are staring at me, I would have to crush this kid to death with my own hands right now!"
He slapped the deck of the flying boat hard, and a deep palm print suddenly appeared on it.
He turned his eyes, looked at the bald man, and said, "I'll give you a chance to get the boy's head."
Facing Han Yun's gaze, the bald man tightened his scalp and stammered: "I'm sorry, Master, I...I can't do it."
Seeing that the expression of the man in front of him became more and more gloomy, he quickly explained: "That boy has a defensive magic weapon given by the master of Yueling Island, and his subordinates can't break it..."
"Trash!" Han Yun cursed angrily and took several deep breaths before resisting the urge to beat the big man to death on the spot.
A person in the ninth level of the Qi Refining Realm can actually do nothing to a mortal with no cultivation.
He rubbed his brow and began to think.
After a moment, his eyes lit up.
"By the way, I can ask Ye Song to take action on my behalf. Since he has withdrawn from the competition for the position of Valley Master, he naturally won't care about these influences."
Thinking of this, Han Yun looked at the bald man and said, "Use your spiritual energy to condense the boy's appearance and his location on the island."
The bald man naturally did as he was told.
After firmly remembering Jiang Fan's appearance, Han Yun waved his hand: "Go back and continue to monitor Sikong Yueling."
After the big man left, he turned the direction of the flying boat and sailed directly to the hanging island where another sequence disciple was.
About half an hour later, the outline of the hanging island called Songyi Island appeared in front of him.
When the flying boat reached the sky above Songyi Island, Han Yun flicked his hand, shrank the flying boat and put it in his sleeve, and he landed directly on the hanging island.
"Junior brother Ye Song, can you let me come in for a chat?"
Through a special method, the sound was directly transmitted into the ears of a man who was meditating inside a stone formation in the center of the island.
The man has a thin face, a high nose, a scar on his left eye that bisects his eyebrows, tight lips, and long hair tied back casually. He was wearing dark red clothes that seemed to be soaked in blood, and there was a faint evil aura in his eyebrows.
He is one of the five disciples of Lingxin Valley, Ye Song, who ranks fourth.
Hearing Han Yun's message, Ye Song felt a little puzzled.
"It's strange, Senior Brother Han clearly left not long ago, why did he come back again?"
Confused by doubts, he still stood up, kneaded his fingers, opened the stone formation, and welcomed the other party in.
Seeing the other party's gloomy expression and murderous intent, Ye Song asked doubtfully:
"Senior Brother Han, I haven't seen you for just half an hour. What happened?"
Seeing the other party's inquiry, Han Yun thought of what happened before, and his face became even more gloomy. He took a deep breath and said straight to the point:
"Junior brother Ye, I want to ask you to help me kill someone."
Ye Song frowned slightly and said, "It seems that the agreement you and I made earlier didn't include helping you kill people, right?"
"I know!" Han Yun interrupted him impatiently: "Help me do this, and I will give you an extra half percent of the resources for cultivating immortality that I promised before."
"Oh?" Ye Song's eyes lit up: "Who is it?"
Han Yun waved his hand, and spiritual energy condensed between the two people, forming a picture. There was a person in the picture, whose face was exactly the Jiang Fan he had seen on Yueling Island before.
"What strength?"
"Just a mortal slave."
"Mortal slave?" Ye Song was stunned for a moment, looked at Han Yun with a half-smile and said, "He is just a mortal slave with no strength. Is it worthy of Han Yun to spend so much thought on you? Let's be honest, what is this kid's background?"
"There is no background..." Han Yun shook his head and said: "If I have to say it, Sikong Yueling can barely be considered one."
Hearing this name, Ye Song said disdainfully: "Sikong Yueling? It doesn't matter. I'm just at the middle stage of Foundation Establishment Realm. You can't stop me..." He suddenly frowned: "You have obviously broken through to the Crystallization Realm, why don't you do it yourself?" Take action directly?"
Han Yun sighed and said: "Originally, I wanted to do it myself, but there are regulations in the valley. You are not allowed to attack other people's slaves without justifiable reasons, otherwise you will be punished by the Discipline Hall."
Ye Song asked doubtfully: "Do you, Han Yun, care about that little punishment?"
"Although the punishment is not painful or itchy, this is the critical period when we are about to compete for the position of Valley Master. I don't want to cause trouble and let the other guys find a point to attack me."
Ye Song sneered and said, "It's really you... Okay, I'll take over this matter. Tell me, where is this person now?"
Han Yun took a deep breath and looked a little ferocious.
"Yueling Island!"
