Hunyuan Luotian Sect.
The Supreme Hunyuan Palace.
The mayfly, shaped like a young child, sat quietly on the high throne, overlooking the magnificent and fairy-like furnishings in the hall. The huge hall was empty, with only a faint fairy air and spiritual clouds flowing back and forth.
A compass with an extremely complex shape, with 108 layers inside and outside, was suspended in front of Mayfly.
On the compass, layers of fairy light slowly rotated, and countless information rolled and deduced in the compass, removing the dross and retaining the essence, and deducing the information that Mayfly wanted to get bit by bit.
"Qing Nang...Mang Huang...Fa Hai!"
Mayfly muttered in a low voice: "They are all a bunch of useless people. I originally thought that the ascended disciples from the lower realms would be more useful than these spoiled Liangyitian native disciples. I didn't expect that they are just like this."
A flickering electric light jumped on the compass, and the huge backlash force, through some mysterious cause and effect, swallowed up the mayfly. A layer of dim fairy light flickered on the surface of the mayfly's body, and his presence suddenly disappeared. The backlash force suddenly spread to the surroundings, and all the furnishings in the hall disappeared in an instant.
However, although Mayfly was sitting on the throne, he seemed to have completely disappeared. The backlash force that followed his breath took three blinks of time to fail to lock onto any trace of his existence, and finally dissipated slowly and unwillingly.
The presence of the mayfly emerged little by little, like a huge monster slowly emerging from the deep sea. Gradually, his presence filled the entire hall. The hall with an internal space of tens of thousands of miles seemed to be "completely filled", giving people a suffocating feeling that it could no longer accommodate any "foreign objects".
"How strange! How can such a terrible backlash be generated by just inferring people and things that are slightly related to Fahai?" Feizi laughed softly, "It can't be that after not seeing that little thief for a few years, he has actually ascended to Buddhahood and has a similar level of cultivation to mine?"
Gently shaking his head, Feizi murmured, "It doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense... How many years of hard work did I spend to reach the Dao Lord realm? How many disasters did I go through? He's just a little thief bald who just ascended to heaven, how could he be like this..."
Sighing, Mayfly muttered in a low voice: "Forget it, forget it, I just hope Qing Nang doesn't really offend them and doesn't cause trouble for me. Hey, hey, what is this all about?"
A vague fairy air slowly emerged in the hall.
Mayfly's sense of existence suddenly sank and collapsed, and he was suppressed by this inconspicuous fairy energy and became crazy and introverted. He looked at the seemingly "weak" fairy energy in horror, and his body subconsciously tensed up, and he jumped up like a spring, and solemnly bowed to the fairy energy.
"Mayfly, I am honored to meet you, Senior... May I ask..."
That wisp of fairy energy turned into a ball of vast light that slowly spread out. A young man wearing a white robe, with long flowing hair, a simple and natural temperament, and holding a green jade flute, emerged from the fairy light.
He waved his hand gently and said calmly: "No need to be polite, I came to see you for something."
The face of Feizi suddenly twitched, and he laughed dryly: "My magic power is low, my supernatural power is small, and my disciples are not worthy of being used. I wonder... is there anything that I can do for you, senior?"
The young man smiled calmly: "It's just like your name, Mayfly, Mayfly, born in the morning and dead in the evening, so you cherish your life very much and are very timid... But, since I have come to you, no matter what I want you to do, can you refuse? Do you dare to refuse? Hmm?"
A drop of cold sweat slowly dripped down the forehead of Feizi. He lowered his head and said respectfully: "Junior... it is my honor to serve you, senior... if you have any orders, I will obey them!"
The young man nodded slowly: "Never mind, it's not that difficult. You go to Demon Suppression Ridge, the ninth city of Zhen, and go find trouble with Fahai. Lead out the few thieves from his Prison Suppression lineage, lead them to the place I designate, and kill them... This shouldn't be difficult, right?"
Mayfly raised his head with a distorted face, his eyes bulging, and looked at the young man as if he had seen a ghost.
"Yiqi... Senior... this..."
It was as if the mayfly had been struck by countless thunderbolts for three to five hundred years. His whole body was stiff on the spot, his mind was blank, and he was completely speechless.
Lu Yi had offended Mayfly!
This story begins when Lu Yi was still in the underworld.
Mayfly... He cultivates the 'Great Way of Hunyuan'. The so-called 'Hunyuan' is an extremely broad concept in the Taoism of Liangyi Heaven. All the 'right ways of heaven and earth' in the world can be called 'Hunyuan'. Therefore, many cultivators who claim to be authentic Taoists like to put the word 'Hunyuan' in front of their own sects when they establish their own sects!
In the 'Hunyuan Miaoli' that encompasses the mysteries of heaven and earth and encompasses the great principles of the universe, Mayfly mainly studies the ways of 'time' and 'life'.
Just like his Taoist name 'Mayfly'.
Creatures like mayflies are born in the morning and die in the evening. They reproduce very quickly, but die very quickly. In the short time between life and death, they push their lives to the peak of the ultimate, as brilliant as fireworks in a very short time. Has anyone ever seen the grand scene of countless mayflies dancing on the river, "mating", "reproducing", "dancing wildly" and finally "fading away" in a very short time?
The practice of Mayfly is just like his Taoist name, intercepting time, feeling time, intercepting the mysteries of life in a very short time, comprehending the wonderful principles of life, stealing the vitality of heaven and earth, and stealing heaven and earth to perfect himself.
However, mayflies have limited talents.
His talent and endowment supported him to achieve the Dao Lord realm, but then all his potential was exhausted. He was a Dao Lord, and his status in Taoism was equivalent to that of Buddha in Buddhism, but because of his talent and endowment, he was only the weakest among the Dao Lords!
Fortunately, as mentioned in the previous article, when the Taoist practitioners of Liangyi Heaven lack talent and aptitude, they can sacrifice or burn rare treasures with attributes equivalent to the Tao they practice, in order to extract the mysterious rhyme of the Tao, and constantly improve their own Taoism and magic power!
This is what Mayfly did in his own mountain gate.
He spent a huge price to obtain a wonderful ancient formation from the "Yiqi Daojun" in front of him, and set it up in his own mountain gate. According to the needs of this formation, he selected a disciple with magical blood from the Senluo Sect who ascended from the lower realm to focus on training and let him preside over the formation!
Relying on the miraculous blood power of the ascended disciple, the great formation can condense an endless supply of miraculous 'jade liquid'!
This little bit of nectar contains infinite mysteries of time and endless life energy.
Mayfly declared to the public that the nectar condensed from this great formation was just a kind of "fine wine with extraordinary flavor" and was just his "little hobby to relieve his worries in his long life."
Only Yiqi Daojun and Qiuzi knew clearly that when Qiuzi's natural talent could not support him to move forward, could not let him comprehend the higher Dao of heaven and earth, and could not continue to improve his Taoism and cultivation, the nectar condensed by the mountain gate formation was the only cultivation nourishment that could support him to move forward!
What made Feizi angry was that such an important disciple was killed along with all his bloodline descendants in Liangyi Tian due to an accident.
Fortunately, the bloodline of the disciple who was killed still survives in the lower world, in the Jishengtian!
As long as we can bring that disciple from the lower realm up here, use some ordinary resources to cultivate him into a true immortal, and let him continue to preside over this great formation, we will be able to continuously condense new nectar!
As a result, Lu Yi had a conflict with the Senluo Sect in Yuanlingtian and wiped out that bloodline with ease... Now, the food and supplies for the cultivation of the Mayfly were completely cut off!
This is the main reason why Feizi put Lu Yi on the Daluo Blood List and let the disciples of Hunyuan Luotian Sect plot against Lu Yi all over the world!
Therefore, Lu Yi and Fei Zhu had a grudge against each other.
Moreover, unlike what the ordinary disciples of Hunyuan Luotian Sect thought, which was just a "tiny insignificant grudge", Lu Yi's hatred towards Feizi was an "irreconcilable hatred" that "severed his path"!
However, after Lu Yu ascended to heaven, he actually became the monk Yuanjue's young disciple. Due to the notorious reputation of the Prison-Suppressing Black Light Buddha in Buddhism, the "life-thirsty", "timid" and "overly cautious" fellow Feizi did not dare to attack Lu Yu in person, for he was afraid that the Prison-Suppressing Black Light Buddha would come to his door and beat him to death.
Therefore, he put Lu Yu on the Daluo Blood List - if it was not him who did it himself, but the disciples of Hunyuan Luotian Sect who killed Lu Yu, then according to the unspoken rules of the Liangyitian cultivation world, there would be no reason for Zhenyu Xuanguan Buddha to come and provoke trouble!
However, most of the disciples of Hunyuan Luotian Sect are useless.
Especially those things that ascended from the lower world, they were trash among trash... After spending so much time and effort, they couldn't even kill a tiny Lu Yu. Mayfly had been secretly furious several times.
But... a few months ago, news came that three great monks of the Prison Zhenring lineage were suddenly promoted to the Buddha realm, and Baoguang Gongde Buddha actually had a relationship with Zhenyue Xuanguang Buddha as master and disciple in their previous life.
Upon hearing the news, Feizi was struck by lightning. He no longer had any thoughts of looking for trouble with Lu Yi.
The truth is, he can't afford to offend the current Zhenyue lineage!
There is only one Zhenyu lineage led by Zhenyu Xuanguang Buddha. How dare he, the mayfly boy, let his own disciples stretch their claws and provoke them a little? It is believed that Zhenyu Xuanguang Buddha will not start a big fight between the two sects because of a small conflict among his disciples.
But when the other side has four Buddha-level powers... a small conflict may trigger an all-out war between the Hunyuan Luotian Sect and the Zhenyue lineage.
There is no doubt that those bald Buddhist thieves who are good at bullying the weak and taking advantage of the situation are capable of doing such a thing!
If it weren't for the sake of face, he would have removed Lu Yi's name from the Daluo Blood List long ago.
He even began to look for new candidates secretly, selecting suitable cultivators with unique bloodlines from the vast crowd of people in Liangyi Heaven, preparing to recruit them as his disciples, to preside over the mountain gate formation, and to continue to condense nectar for himself!
He can't afford to offend the Zhenyue lineage.
Since you can't afford to offend, then don't offend!
He has lived like a mayfly all his life. If he continues to live like this, who can do anything to him?
The mayfly, who is well versed in the way of 'life', values ​​his own life more than anything else!
But Yiqi Daojun came to him today and asked him to take action personally and take the initiative to deal with Lu Yi. He used this as an excuse to lure those big Buddhas of the Zhenyu lineage into action and prepare to kill them?
The mayfly was so frightened that all the pores on its body exploded and it almost cursed!
If it weren't for the fact that he had listened to the teachings of Yiqi Daojun in the past and was considered Yiqi Daojun's outer disciple... If it weren't for the fact that he was well aware of Yiqi Daojun's terrifying power and terrible methods and dared not disobey or anger Yiqi Daojun, he would have really started cursing!
Isn't it good to live a good life and enjoy a peaceful life in your own mountain gate?
After practicing hard to reach the realm of Taoist master, as long as you don't cause trouble, don't get involved in right and wrong, and don't suffer from external disasters, you will have eternal and endless life... You can enjoy the beauty of life, appreciate the scenery, taste fine wine and food, and caress the cute, pretty, gentle and obedient female disciples... Isn't this good?
Why do we have to fight and kill?
You can fight and kill as you please, you are all great sages... but don't drag a poor little Taoist master, who is the weakest in the Taoist sect, into these things!
The mayfly, which looked like a young boy, suddenly had red eyes!
He was not pretending, nor was he using any magical power, but was revealing his true nature. He was 'sad from the bottom of his heart', extremely 'wronged', extremely 'fearful', his eyes were red, and he even had tears in his eyes as he looked at Yiqi Daojun.
"senior……"
Mayfly's body trembled slightly: "The Prison Suppression Lineage..."
Yiqi Daojun looked at Feizi with a smile, like a kind and gentle old grandfather, and gently patted his head with his hand: "I know you are a person who doesn't fight... But if you don't fight in this world, how can you become a Taoist? How can you make further progress?"
Feizi looked at Yiqi Daojun and wanted to tell him that he really didn't want to make any progress at all, so could he just happily be a salted fish at the Dao master level until the end of time?
But he didn't dare to say it!
Two lines of clear tears slid down the fair and delicate little face. The mayfly looked at Yiqi Daojun tremblingly, his lips slightly pale, looking very pitiful.
Yiqi Daojun smiled and shook his head gently: "Okay, okay, I've said it before, I know your temper... So, you should handle this matter well. As long as you can make merit, we will help you make further progress on the road!"
"You guys?" Mayfly looked at Yiqi Daojun in horror.
He suddenly remembered the other three people in Taoism who were as famous as Yiqi Daojun in the "Yiyuan Xujing".
His eyes wandered for a while. If these four great immortals acted together, it seemed that this thing could be done... Tsk, the Precious Light Merit Buddha is indeed an extremely terrifying existence, but with these four great immortals of the same level acting together...
In particular, among the four great immortals Yiyuan, Xujing and Jing, although the great immortal Shoujing is not from the "Qingyang Sect", his origins are unpredictable. It is said that he is also an ancient immortal who has lived from the time when the "Taoist Ancestor" preached to the present day.
With such qualifications, the Taoism and magical powers of the Great Immortal Shoujing are unfathomable. He is definitely one of the top immortals in the Liangyi Tiandao Sect and the Buddhist sect... No matter how powerful the Baoguang Merit Buddha is, he is just a junior.
If it succeeds...
Tsk!
Not only can he get rid of the anger of 'Little Thief Fahai' who ruined his own Taoist foundation, but he can also gain favors from the four saints!
With the help of four saints, even if I cannot rise to the level of saints , I can at least... become the most powerful being in the realm of Dao Lord, right?
After a long silence, the red circles under the eyes of the mayfly gradually faded, and the tears on his face disappeared silently. He widened his eyes, which were as clear and pure as a child's, and looked deeply at the Taoist Master Yiqi: "I will serve you, but please tell me in detail what is going on, so that I can come up with a perfect plan."
Yiqi Daojun smiled and pointed his finger at Feizi: "That's right, that's right. You must be well prepared before doing anything... But you don't have to worry. With the cooperation of the Buddhist Brahma Tripitaka Buddha, I believe you will be able to complete this task very well."
Yiqi Daojun's eyes flickered, and a strange wave of divine thought merged into the mind of Qiuhuizi.
Mayfly lowered his head, quietly digesting the information that Yiqi Daojun had given him. At some point, Yiqi Daojun disappeared as quietly as he had come.
Feizi was silent for a long time, then he sighed quietly: "The risk is still a bit high, and I still need to prepare some means to save my life... Never mind, never mind, I founded this Hunyuan Luotian Sect, and these disciples have relied on the sect and have enjoyed a peaceful life for so many years... It's time for them to give back to me."
A strange aura slowly rose up from within the body and quickly spread around.
Mayfly began to chant a strange incantation: "Mayfly, born in the morning and dead in the evening..."
Following the chanting of the sutras, countless immortals and cultivators in the Hunyuan Luotian Sect stopped all their actions. No matter how far they were from the supreme Hunyuan Palace, they seemed to have truly heard the chanting of the sutras.
Then, there were the various branches, strongholds, and mines far away from the Hunyuan Luotian Sect, as well as those disciples of the Hunyuan Luotian Sect distributed in the four major regions of the southeast, northwest, and northeast of the Liangyi Heaven. Those disciples were either traveling merchants, or visiting friends or relatives. In short, they appeared in various places in the Liangyi Heaven for various reasons. All of them stood there like wooden sculptures.
The next moment, those Hunyuan Luotian Sect disciples who had outsiders around them all smiled, found a reasonable excuse that would not arouse anyone's suspicion, and quietly left, out of the sight of outsiders.
In the core area of ​​the mountain gate of Hunyuan Luotian Sect, from Zhenren Liexu and Zhenren Lieque onwards, countless disciples of Hunyuan Luotian Sect had faint fairy lights and fireflies floating from their bodies at the same time.
The bodies of these disciples are disintegrating.
Their blood essence and magical powers, under the burning of the subtle and strange flames, collapsed and purified little by little, and turned into extremely pure, incredibly pure light spots that contained a strong breath of "life" and "time".
Tiny specks of light circled and separated from the completely illuminated disciples of the Hunyuan Luotian Sect, and slowly flew towards the Supreme Hunyuan Palace.
Accumulated sand makes a mountain, drops of water make a sea...
Mayfly chanted strange mantras softly, and countless points of light gathered from all directions and merged into his body bit by bit.
His aura began to grow stronger bit by bit.
His Taoism, his understanding of 'time' and 'life', and his grasp of the profound principles of these two great principles are also increasing bit by bit.
Due to his own talents and abilities, his improvement efficiency is not high and is very slow.
But there are too many points of light coming from all directions, too many...
All the disciples of Hunyuan Luotian Sect, tens of thousands of outer disciples who had practiced various skills of Hunyuan Luotian Sect, and even the non-official disciples who were not even considered outer disciples, all turned into points of light, flew through the air in an instant, gathered at the mountain gate of Hunyuan Luotian Sect, merged into the Hunyuan Hall, and merged into the body of Mayfly.
In just three hours, all the disciples of Hunyuan Luotian Sect below the True Immortal Realm were wiped out.
The bodies of the disciples in the True Immortal Realm were also transformed into large spots of light, with most of their bodies mutilated. Only the True Lord-level disciples such as Master Lieque and Master Liexu, although their bodies were transformed into a semi-transparent state of light and shadow, still retained their human form.
They were even using their magical powers to forcibly resist this terrifying force that wanted to completely destroy them.
But how can we resist it?
Master Lieque had already raised his head, looking towards the direction of the Hunyuan Hall where countless points of light converged, and cried out in a hoarse voice: "Master..."
The voice of Mayfly resounded throughout the entire mountain gate of Hunyuan Luotian Sect: "Mayflies, born in the morning and die in the evening... Compared with mayflies, how lucky are you? You were originally ordinary people in the world, as lowly as ants in the mud. Your master has helped you transcend that endless suffering, taught you the great way, and helped you achieve the path... Let you enjoy countless years of freedom... Today is the day for you to repay your master."
“Come on, come on… Your understanding of the Great Dao, your cultivation of magical powers… Give them all back to me!”
"Bang!"
At the mountain gate of Hunyuan Luotian Sect, the first true immortal whose whole body collapsed appeared.
His body completely turned into blurred spots of light that scattered around. A thumb-sized mayfly with four slender light wings on its back took off into the sky and flew towards the Hunyuan Palace accompanied by graceful chanting.
Then, the second... the third... the fourth...
Immortals collapsed one after another, and mayflies flew into the sky...
Tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands...
These mayflies, with a strong Taoist aura and a faint glow all over their bodies, were only the size of a thumb, while the largest ones were as big as a house. They flew and spun around the Hunyuan Hall briskly, just like real mayflies that live in the morning and die in the evening, playing, mating, and laying eggs on the river surface, and then quietly waiting for death to come.
In the end, Lieque, Liexu and other True Lord-level disciples of Hunyuan Luotian Sect also turned into a ball of light.
Within their bodies, mayflies of light and shadow as big as small mountains rose into the sky. They also sang beautiful songs softly and joined the vast group of mayflies.
Mayfly walked out of the Hunyuan Hall, opened his arms, and flew into the air.
Tens of thousands of mayflies flew towards him and merged into him... The aura of the mayflies quickly strengthened and continued to increase... Gradually, the Tao rhyme and magic power fluctuations emanating from his body increased by nearly twice as much as before!
Mayfly's face twitched, and he sighed with compassion: "After years of hard work, I finally trained a disciple, but this is the only reward... I was a little too hasty... However, I can have as many disciples as I want... Time is endless... As long as I get the benefits promised by the four seniors, it will not be difficult to train ten or a hundred times more disciples in the future."
In Liangyitian, it is easy to recruit disciples, but the difficulty lies in how to gather the resources to train so many disciples.
With the promise of the four saints, once this plan succeeds, the territory of Hunyuan Luotian Sect will expand by more than a hundred times in the future? Cultivation resources will naturally not be a problem... Then, recruiting a hundred times more disciples will naturally be a piece of cake!
The huge mountain gate of Hunyuan Luotian Sect was empty and clean.
On the ground, there were pieces of fallen Taoist robes and immortal clothes everywhere... In the air, there were countless immortal swords and immortal treasures that had lost their masters and were at a loss... In the mountains, those mounts that had gained spiritual intelligence but suddenly could not sense the presence of their masters screamed in grief...
Purple air rises, and the light is endless.
The huge mountain gate still looks like a holy place for immortals in normal days, but it is lifeless and has truly become a ghost town.
"Brahma Wheel Tripitaka Buddha?" Mayfly chuckled. "So, this time, Taoism and Buddhism have joined forces to plot against those old bald guys? Well, it's better to be cautious."
He returned to Hunyuan Hall and collected a few powerful spiritual treasures that he was familiar with. Then, Mayfly transformed into a faint fairy light and flew rapidly towards the direction of Zhenmo Ridge.
The ninth city is Zhen.
In the city lord's mansion, the lights were bright and the aroma of wine and meat filled the air.
Lu Yi held a grand banquet and feasted with Yin Yuan and Bai Yuan... He even sent out invitations to all the important figures in the town of the Ninth City, the leaders of the wealthy and powerful families, and the owners of the villages outside the city.
All the invited guests were very considerate and prepared a valuable gift, and came to the banquet happily.
The atmosphere of the entire banquet was extremely... weird.
Especially the four young boys, Accumulating Virtue, Doing Good, Attracting Wealth and Gaining Treasure, they directly took out the giant warship of the Jiang clan that they had captured by force, set an absurdly high price, and auctioned it on the spot!
The leaders of the many forces who attended the banquet gritted their teeth, looked at each other, and joined forces tacitly. Without any bidding, they directly bought the giant warship of "illegal origin" and "endless trouble" according to the reserve price given by the four young boys!
The four young boys made huge profits very smoothly. They were all smiling happily, and happily went to have fun with the mountains of fairy crystals.
The guests who had joined forces to take pictures of the giant ship all had bitter faces and forced smiles in front of Lu Yi.
This huge ship is a hot potato. They spent a huge amount of money to buy it. How can the Jiang family not pursue it later? If such a behemoth attacks, this huge ship will have to be returned to the owner - the money will be wasted.
But if the auction is not held... before the Jiang family can investigate, Lu Yi will accuse them of "colluding with evil spirits". Wouldn't they be thrown directly into jail just like those unlucky Jiang family members before?
Everyone can see that this city lord is very good at this kind of dirty work. Didn't you see that he has only been in the Demon Suppression Ridge for two years, and he has already used the crime of "colluding with evil spirits" to trap and kill so many "good people"?
Spend money to avoid disaster!
As drums and music sounded and toasts were clinked, layers of restrictions were slowly opened in the prison of the City Lord's Mansion. Mo Qianqiu, wearing a black robe and with a nervous look on his face, followed several jailers and walked quietly in the deep and dim long corridor.
One floor, two floors, three floors...
Mo Qianqiu came to the deepest ninth-level dungeon and walked to the end of the corridor. He stuffed a storage ring full of fairy crystals into the hands of several jailers, and the jailers opened the heavy prison door with laughter.
A burst of cold air gushed out, and in the dark dungeon, several lights lit up with a "puff", and the green-red light illuminated the entire dungeon. The old man of the Jiang family, who had been accused of "colluding with evil spirits" by Lu Yi at the city gate, and a group of Jiang family members were imprisoned in this dungeon, their magic powers were sealed, their scapulas were pierced by barbed shackles, and they were locked up like dumplings in chains that flashed with electric light.
Several jailers looked at the Jiang clan members, sneered a few times, and turned away.
Faintly, you can hear their playful laughter.
"The entire Demon Suppression Ridge knows that our new city lord has a powerful background and is extremely ruthless... He relied on his own power to come to us for no reason. Isn't this asking for trouble?"
"Hey, you deserve it! If there were more of these ignorant idiots, the brothers would make a fortune, right?"
"That makes sense... But what kind of windfall is that? Tsk tsk, the four distinguished guests of the city lord auctioned off that warship in public at the banquet, and they easily sold it at such a high price... Tsk tsk!"
"Oh, I'm so envious, so envious... For us, it's good enough to have this little bit of money."
"I don't know what the connection is between the Mo family and the Jiang family? Why did they spend so much real money to atone for their sins?"
"Why bother about him so much? Maybe the daughter of the Mo family is someone's concubine? Hey, he is willing to pay someone to atone for his sins. The city lord is happy to receive it, and we will get rich with him. What's wrong with that?"
"That's right... Brothers, let's go... Tomorrow is the next day, let's go to Liuxiang Tower?"
The jailers left with laughter, and within a few words, all the Jiang family members imprisoned in the cell had "understood the cause and effect of the matter"!
Mo Qianqiu walked quickly to the front of the old man from the Jiang family. He knelt down with a "gudong" sound and said in a low voice: "Jiang family, Mo Qianqiu, the 137th branch of the Qingyuan ancestor, the ninth city of Zhenmo Ridge, greets the deacon!"
"Mo Qianqiu!" Old man Jiang opened his eyes with a grin and looked at Mo Qianqiu deeply: "You, bribed that damn bald guy?"
Mo Qianqiu smiled bitterly, he stood up, took out a black-bottomed blood-marked jade talisman, and gently shook it towards the shackles on the old man Jiang's body. With a low thunderous sound, the shackles squirmed like a living snake, and gradually separated from the old man Jiang's body.
The restrictions were all removed, and a tremendous amount of immortal power rose up from the old man's body. The external wounds on his body healed in an instant. He, who was originally extremely haggard, now recovered his energy and spirit to its peak state, and regained his previous arrogant and domineering posture at the city gate.
He slapped Mo Qianqiu in the face with a slap that sent Mo Qianqiu flying more than ten feet away. He hit his head against the wall of the cell, causing a bloody head injury and he was unable to get up for a long time.
"You useless piece of shit, why did it take you so long to get here? You've made me and these 'direct descendants' suffer so much for no reason?" The old man glared at Mo Qianqiu angrily.
Mo Qianqiu shook his head, wiped the blood flowing from the wound, and lay on the ground not daring to get up.
He smiled bitterly and said, "Deacon, please understand. It is true that Fahai has a big appetite. In order to absolve the deacon and the clansmen of the crime... Qianqiu had a hard time mortgaging the Chongshan's property in the city and raising the ransom money."
The old man's eyes widened, and he flicked his finger, and a flash of lightning shot out, exploding on Mo Qianqiu with a bang, causing blood and flesh to fly all over his shoulder, and even a small piece of his shoulder blade was blown off.
Mo Qianqiu groaned in pain and blood spurted out, staining his gown red.
He knelt on the ground, not daring to move, let alone use his spiritual power to repair the wounds on his body.
In the corridor outside, the jailer's sinister voice came: "What are you doing inside? Master Mo, you are the financial sponsor of our city lord... Don't go too far!"
Old man Jiang opened his mouth, his pupils contracted, and a trace of fear appeared on his face.
He glanced at the dark corridor outside the cell door and cursed in a low voice: "You bastard, who gave you the courage to mortgage the Chongshan? That is the public property of the clan. Do you really think that Chongshan is the private property of you who changed your surname?"
Mo Qianqiu laughed dryly: "But, Fahai is extremely greedy, if not for this..."
Old man Jiang grumbled arrogantly, "It can be seen that you are an incompetent fool... If you were capable, you should be able to get us out without spending any money... I will let you go for now, but when I see my nephew Qingfeng, I will definitely sue you severely!"
"If the Chongshan's assets are damaged in the slightest, watch out for your hide!"
Mo Qianqiu blinked and lowered his head.
He had a thousand dirty words he wanted to hurl at the old man, but he just didn't dare to open his mouth for the time being.
He whispered, "So you haven't met Master Qingfeng yet?"
Elder Jiang's face darkened: "What do you know?"
Before Mo Qianqiu could speak, the old man from the Jiang family said angrily, "The eldest lady and her daughter are connected by heart. She suddenly felt uneasy in her ancestral land. She knew that Miss Qingyuan might have had some accident, so she sent me here to follow Miss Qingyuan's whereabouts."
Frowning, the old man from the Jiang family said in a deep voice, "I went to look for Master Qingfeng, the chief steward of our family who is now in charge of all the affairs of the Demon Suppression Ridge, but I couldn't find any trace of him... What do you know?"
Mo Qianqiu took a deep breath. He looked at the old man of the Jiang family, then at the Jiang family members who were still imprisoned. He hesitated for a moment and said softly, "May I ask, Deacon, who are you from?"
Old lady Jiang was stunned, and her face twitched violently.
He took a step forward, and his right hand brought a flash of lightning, which was suspended less than three inches above Mo Qianqiu's head. He looked at Mo Qianqiu with gritted teeth and shouted in a low voice: "Courageous boy, you want to die... Is this a question you should ask? Is this a question you can ask? What exactly do you want to do by spying on my family's affairs?"
The Jiang clan members looked down on Mo Qianqiu and other collateral relatives who changed their surnames.
In their eyes, they are the high and mighty royal family, living in the inner palace all year round, holding supreme power. And Mo Qianqiu, a side branch who changed his surname, is just an ant in the mountains. All their hard work and labor is just to support the high and mighty main branch!
May I ask, for a lowly common person like us in this secular world to inquire about the situation in the imperial palace, the power structure and interpersonal relationships between the emperor and his many concubines and eunuchs... isn't this courting death?
This is not a question that ordinary ants should think about at all!
Therefore, the question Mo Qianqiu asked before meant that, in the eyes of old man Jiang, Mo Qianqiu was already dead.
Mo Qianqiu raised his head and looked at the old man Jiang without any fear: "Qianqiu, there is a very important discovery... but Qianqiu wants to sell it for a good price. If you can afford the price, this news is yours... If you can't give a good price, then... hehe!"
Mo Qianqiu slowly stood up, the immortal power in his body surged, and the wound on his head that had just been created healed rapidly.
The immortal light shone, and the blood residue on the body disappeared. Mo Qianqiu shook his sleeves and said calmly: "To be honest, in the ninth city of Zhenzi, you... can't kill me! But I can make you stay here forever, your soul will be scattered and you will never be able to recover!"
Elder Jiang looked at Mo Qianqiu angrily: "Huh? What did you say?"
Mo Qianqiu said proudly: "City Lord Fahai is greedy... After he came to Zhenzi Ninth City, he confiscated the property of Renyi Bank, Renmianhua, and several Qian families, so many powerful forces... all for the sake of the word 'wealth'!"
"Qianqiu is not talented, but I can bring enough benefits to City Lord Fahai, so I can still ask him to kill someone!"
Mo Qianqiu looked at the Jiang clan members coldly: "It's just that the news I know is of no use to City Lord Fahai, but to me, the Jiang clan members... hehe... So, Qianqiu wants to know who you belong to, and which big shot in our family is standing behind you... Qianqiu wants to sell himself and this news for a good price!"
Old Man Jiang was silent for a while, staring at Mo Qianqiu.
After a long time, the lightning on his palm gradually extinguished, and he laughed strangely: "Good, good, good, I didn't expect that among the collateral clan members who changed their surnames and were sent out, there would be a hero like you... Hey, I came to the Demon Suppression Ridge in the name of the eldest lady to look for Miss Qingyuan... Tell me, who do I belong to?"
Mo Qianqiu shook his head and said frankly: "If you are talking about Miss Mingzhe, then there is no need to mention it again. Miss Mingzhe is indeed quite authoritative in the clan, but..."
Elder Jiang looked at Mo Qianqiu in shock: "Young Miss can't eat either?"
Mo Qianqiu shrugged his shoulders and sneered, "Qianqiu is bold and has a big appetite. He wants to eat a big piece of fat meat... The resources and power that the eldest lady has now cannot satisfy Qianqiu's appetite."
Old man Jiang was silent.
He looked at Mo Qianqiu with a wandering gaze for a while, then waved his right hand. A flash of lightning flashed across the room, and all the Jiang clan members in the cell groaned at the same time and were knocked unconscious by him.
With a wave of his finger, an invisible barrier sealed the prison door. Elder Jiang said calmly, "Well, just tell me. I was appointed by the Heli Patriarch to be by the eldest lady's side and handle all kinds of chores for her... I don't need to explain the status of the Heli Patriarch, right?"
Mo Qianqiu raised his eyebrows and nodded slowly: "Are you from Heli Patriarch's side? No wonder you dared to treat Fahai City Lord like this at the city gate... Well, you know the Emperor's Qi, right?"
Old man Jiang's face twitched again and again, and it twitched violently. His whole body froze in place like a wooden sculpture.