"Why are you hiding so far away?" Zhiyou looked at them puzzled.
"Immortal Zhiyou, please keep your voice down." Tao Er turned his head furtively and looked around: "You can't call the immortal by his name, let alone that."
"Which one?" Zhiyou frowned: "The incident where Buting Immortal Lord and Qiuhua Immortal Lord turned against each other because of a female demon?"
Jiu Hui stretched out her hand to cover his mouth: "Stop talking, stop talking, or you will be in trouble."
Zhiyou blinked and pointed at his covered mouth.
"Can we talk about this matter after we leave Jiutian Sect?" Jiu Hui lowered her voice and said, "We are small and weak. When we get out of here, I will talk to you slowly."
Zhiyou nodded.
Although he didn't quite understand what was so scary about it.
The grand banquet of Yin Ji Zhenren's fusion period was held in the Stargazing Hall of Jiutian Sect. When Jiu Hui and the other three arrived, the place was full of guests and friends, and they didn't know how many disciples from the sect came.
The guests were also seated in a particular order, with the sect leader and city lord in the front, and the sect disciples in the back. There were three disciples at a table, and Jiu Hui and the others found an empty table and sat down. The chief disciple of the Shenji Sect who happened to be next to them said: "..."
Why did you meet them again? unlucky!
Jiu Hui gave him a bright smile.
The great disciple of the Shenji Palm Sect turned his face and silently squeezed to the other side, trying to get as far away from her as possible.
Tsk.
Jiu Hui looked away, was she so scary?
It was almost noon, auspicious clouds were rolling in the sky, phoenixes were singing and birds were dancing, and a gorgeous carriage pulled by four heavenly horses descended from the sky. Everyone in the conversation fell silent.
The curtain of the carriage opened, and a man with long hair like snow and a face like a crown of jade stepped out of the carriage and stepped into the gate of the Star Observation Hall.
"Yinji Zhenren is polite."
"Yinji's real style is even more impressive."
Jiu Hui put down the teacup in her hand and thought with great interest, no wonder she could have a love story with a demon sect woman that shocked the world of immortality. This real person from silver was indeed quite pretty. Moreover, he is only three hundred years old and is already in the integration stage, so he can be called a proud man of heaven.
Yin Ji was serious about his words, even when he returned gifts to everyone, he was serious about it. On the high platform, the head of Jiutian Sect Buting and ten elders held incense in both hands and bowed in the air with solemn expressions.
A dazzling light flashed, and two huge paintings fell from the sky. The left scroll showed a heroic woman holding a sword, and the right scroll showed a tree, a strange-looking tree.
Jiu Hui knew that the founder of Jiutian Sect was a female swordsman who had ascended to immortality eight thousand years ago. On the scroll on the right...
"What's on that painting on the right?" Tao Er, who was sitting on the far right, asked Zhi You, who was sitting in the middle. Zhi You shook his head slowly.
"That painting is Ganmu." Jiu Hui picked up the tea cup and took a sip: "It is the longevity immortal tree recorded in ancient books. There are rumors that eating the fruit of this tree can make the living immortal and stay young forever. It can also make people live forever. The dead are restored to their yang, and diseases and calamities are eliminated.”
"Is there really such a magical tree in the world?" Tao Erwen was moved.
"If there really is such a magical tree, then why do people in the world need to ask immortals in order to live forever?" Jiu Hui laughed sarcastically: "Many things can be determined by drinking and pecking, but there is no immortality. Even the Immortal Lord in the Immortal World We all have to go down to earth and go through tribulations before we can return to the immortal class, let alone mortals who intend to change their fate against heaven?"
"Then why do they want to worship?" Tao Er was puzzled.
"How ignorant." The disciples of the Shenji Sect couldn't help but interject: "Don't you know that more than five hundred years ago, Immortal Bu Ting obtained the fruit of the Immortal Tree and refined the elixir to prevent the world's great epidemic? It's a pity that the Immortal Tree withered and died because of this. In order to commemorate the merits of this tree in saving people in the world, the Jiutian Sect will worship this tree every year when they worship their ancestor."
"We are young and have never heard of what happened five hundred years ago. Fortunately, a Taoist friend told me, thank you very much." Jiu Hui saluted the disciples of the Shenji Sect with his hands raised.
The disciples of the Zhang sect were so frightened that they hid back. Seeing that she had no other reaction, the disciples of the Zhang sect snorted arrogantly: "You immortal cultivators in remote areas can be forgiven for not knowing. But you can recognize it with a painting. The Immortal Tree has some knowledge."
Jiu Hui smiled when he heard this: "Fortunately, I have seen it in ancient books, but I don't know much about it."
At this time, Master Yinji had already lit three sticks of incense and walked step by step to the center of the altar. All guests present fell silent.
One prayer, two prayers.
When he bent down to salute for the third time, something unexpected happened.
The scroll with the immortal tree suddenly burst into flames without fire. Separated by numerous barriers, no spell could damage the scroll, so no one knew how the scroll burned.
Qiuhua, who had been silent since he sat down, suddenly stood up. The overturned tea cup fell to the ground and broke into pieces. She stared at the slowly burning Ganmu scroll, her eyes red.
Bu Ting watched with a pale face as the scroll burned away little by little, leaving only a pile of ashes. He inserted the incense into the incense burner with trembling hands.
A strong wind blew up on the altar, and even the ashes on the ground were swept away without leaving a trace.
The other sect leaders of the ten major sects also lost their smiles on their faces. They looked up at the ashes flying in the breeze, trying their best to hide the fear in their eyes. Only the young master of Yuzhen Sect, Jin Qingqiu, was shaking his jade fan with a leisurely look that was a bit out of place.
No one dared to say anything. The ashes fell on the heads of some guests and on some people's banquet tables, but there was no one on the altar.
A piece of ashes fell on Qiu Hua's palm. She gently closed her trembling fingertips. She didn't dare to let the tears fall from the corners of her eyes until she held the small piece of ashes tightly in her palm.
"I know you don't want to stay here, I just know it." She held Ashes' hand on her chest, turned around and walked out in front of everyone, without giving Jiutian Sect any dignity.
Upon seeing this, the disciples of the Qinglan Sect stood up and left without hesitation, and followed her without even looking back.
"Sect Leader Qiuhua." The leader of Lingyun Sect, one of the ten major sects, stopped Qiuhua: "The world is facing disaster, please stay here, sect leader."
"It is our duty to protect all living beings in the world, Qinglan Clan, but I don't want to stay here today. Anyone who stops me will be an enemy of our Qinglan Clan." Qiuhua glanced at everyone: "Is there anyone who can stop me?"
Everyone looked away, no one dared to speak.
Qiuhua walked away without any hesitation or thought.
Many people present were overflowing with curiosity, but no one dared to whisper in front of the ten major sects, and they were afraid that their secret words would be discovered by those with higher cultivation levels, so they could only hold it in.
"Nan Su, go find out who is doing tricks on the painting." Bu Ting quickly came back to his senses, and when he turned to face everyone, his face had no trace of strange color: "In recent days, demon cultivators have sneaked into our sect, making people... They use all kinds of shameful methods, please don’t fall for their tricks.”
The heads of several major sects also regained their composure and detailed the evil deeds done by the Demon Realm, which made everyone present extremely angry. They wished they could wipe out the Demon Realm immediately to protect the peace of the world.
"How arrogant!" A laugh broke out from the crowd: "If you immortal cultivators really have such means, how can you be so afraid of us?"
Even when a painting was set on fire, you thought it was their doing and your face turned pale with fear?
"Demon cultivator?"
"There are actually demon cultivators sneaking in?!"
As if facing a formidable enemy, everyone took out their magic weapons. Jiu Hui and Tao Er skillfully got under the table. Seeing that Zhi You was still sitting upright, they quickly dragged him under the table from left to right. Jiu Hui also took down the fruits on the table.
"Fairy Jiufen, isn't it a little unsafe to be blocked by this table?" Tao Er lifted up a crack in the tablecloth and took a sneak peek outside. There was already a fight outside.
"Let me see if there are any defensive weapons." Jiu Hui stuffed the plate of fruit into Zhi You's arms, rummaged through the ring, and finally found a worn tortoise shell.
Tao Er glanced at the tattered turtle shell. What use could this thing have?
Jiu Hui tapped the turtle shell three times and held it in the palm of his hands: "Prime Minister Wu spans the sea, and no fish can rival him."
As soon as he finished speaking, the turtle shell shook, and a protective barrier of about seven feet opened, covering the three people tightly.
"I didn't expect it to be a good thing." Tao Er touched the edge of the barrier with envy: "Is this also the magic weapon given to you by the Jade Immortal?"
"This is a magical weapon that Prime Minister Wu lent me for self-defense before I left." Jiu Hui took out the dagger given to her by Senior Sister Xi Yuan, picked a fruit and started peeling it: "Prime Minister Wu's great-grandfather lived for more than five thousand years. Years old, the turtle shell is extremely hard, so Prime Minister Wu used it to make a defensive weapon."
Tao Er was silent.
Using his great-great-grandfather's turtle shell as a pottery, he is truly a good turtle grandson who is so filial to God.
"That..." A guilty voice came from behind the three of them. The three of them turned around and saw the embarrassed and flattering face of the disciple of the Shenji Sect.
"Can you let me come in and squeeze in?" A disciple of the Palm sect dodged a flying copper axe. "I was blind in the past. I apologize to you."
"Fellow Taoist is a disciple of a large sect, how can he still be afraid of people from the demon sect?" Tao Er didn't bother to peel it, so he just took the fruit and gnawed it, saying proudly: "Why do you need to follow the way we do in the backcountry and hide in a turtle shell?"
The palm sect disciple smiled awkwardly: "Logically, I should have responded to the enemy, but I don't know why, but just now I felt so weak. The spiritual energy in my body seemed to have been drained, and I couldn't use any of my techniques."
"There's no need to guess, of course he was poisoned." Jiu Hui opened the table curtain and took a look. She happened to meet the eyes of Yu Jing diagonally in front of her who was also hiding under the table. The master and apprentice looked at each other in tacit understanding. Jing gave her a safe gesture, and Jiu Hui nodded understandingly.
In just a few breaths, most of the people present lost their spiritual power. On the contrary, the longevity palace disciples who were least good at fighting and a few elders who were not poisoned stood in the way and fought with the people of the Demon Sect.
No wonder the demonic soul that seized Zhu Yan's body yesterday wanted to kill Luo Kui. It would be interesting if he successfully killed Luo Kui and then seized Luo Kui's body and poisoned the longevity palace.
She glanced at Bu Ting, who was sitting upright and looked pale. At this moment, all the people from the Demon Cult lurking in Jiutian Sect should be here. Jiu Hui smiled silently and put down the tablecloth.
When all the fish from the Demon Sect are caught in the net, the fisherman sitting on the high platform will close the net.
The moment Jiu Hui put down the table curtain, Bu Ting raised his eyelids and glanced at the chaotic main hall.
"Why are there so many people from the Demon Cult?" Tao Er was still chewing fruit: "Is there a traitor in the Jiutian Sect? Otherwise, how could so many people from the Demon Cult sneak in?"
"All the tea and fruit snacks have been poisoned with Sanling Powder. This poison is colorless and odorless and will make the immortal cultivator unable to use spiritual energy for half an hour." Zhiyou picked up the fruit on the plate and looked at it. He was still peeling it. The skinny Jiu Fen said: "Don't eat it."
Tao Er, who had already eaten most of the fruit: "..."
"It doesn't matter if you eat." Zhiyou comforted him: "You only have the basic level of Qi refining, it doesn't matter whether you have spiritual energy or not."
Tao Er: "..."
Hearing such words of comfort could easily drive him crazy.
"Bang!" A person fell next to a disciple of the Shenji Sect.
Nan Suan stood up from the ground with difficulty, vomiting blood, and raised his head to meet several pairs of hot eyes.
"Fellow Taoist Nanshu." Jiuhui gave the whole plate of fruit to Tao Er and looked at Nanshu with a smile: "Do you want to come in and hide?"
Nan Su's whole body froze.
He remembered what he had said to Jiu Hui again - "Everywhere in the sect is guarded by the disciples of the inferior sect, so it is very safe."
