She is Jianxiu

Fuwei Palace, Jinluo Cliff.

Guan Fuzhi was sitting down to practice meditation when he suddenly felt a tightness in his heart, as if a big hand was grabbing him, making him break out in a cold sweat. All of a sudden, he didn't know what he was thinking about, but he hurriedly stood up from the ground, picked up a candle and walked towards the cave at the foot of the cliff.

I saw a huge tree on the cliff, with luxuriant branches and leaves, and thousands of shining points. The cliff was shrouded in clouds and mist, and it was almost impossible to see anything. Occasionally, a bird flew by, but it only chirped twice.

Because it is the area where the Futian wood grows, ordinary cultivators cannot enter it. If it were not for Guan Fuzhi's special status in Fuwei Palace, even outsider cultivators would not be allowed to come to this ancestral land.

Guan Fuzhi was worried. He flew down to the gate and stepped into the room holding the candle. He walked quickly and soon came to an incense table. There was nothing on the table except an exquisite incense burner. There was no white smoke coming out of it, which showed that no one had burned incense for many years.

He pursed his lips tightly, put down the candle in his hand, and took out a gray-white incense ball from his arms. Soon after he put it into the furnace, snow-white smoke slowly rose up, but it did not rise vertically as he imagined, but intermittently, sometimes coming and going...

After waiting for another moment, the white smoke suddenly sank downwards and was retracted into the incense burner, never to be seen again!

Guan Fuzhi was horrified and could not help but quickly retreat a few steps, saying in a difficult tone: "He actually...he actually went..."

Just when he was panicking, a sense of clarity suddenly arose in his heart. Guan Fuzhi closed his eyes, and when he opened them again he had calmed down. He immediately turned away, hurried back to Jinluo Cliff, rang the bell and summoned all the elders in the sect to the hall.

Hearing the distant bell sounds, all the elders did not dare to be negligent. When they arrived in front of Guan Fuzhi, they all put on solemn expressions and stood respectfully.

Guan Fuzhi glanced at everyone and couldn't help but sigh deeply, saying sadly: "Just now I used the Soul-Guiding Incense, and I realized that the Sect Master and the Grand Elder had both died. I'm afraid they were plotted against by Wenwangshan. We must be careful in the future."

Everyone who listened was shocked.

The elders were silent for a long time, and then one of them shed tears and said sadly: "When Jin Cheng and Han Chang of Shouzhen Temple died a few years ago, we should have realized the wolfish ambitions of Wenwang Mountain. We didn't expect this sect to be so arrogant that even the head and the supreme elders were killed by them. Now our sect is seriously injured, so I hope that Elder Guan can take charge of the sect affairs to prevent the disciples below from being panicked and unable to rest for a long time."

As soon as these words were spoken, the rest of the people also knelt down and cried. Guan Fuzhi's face looked a little ugly. He knew what these people were thinking. It was simply because Liang Yanfang and his daughter died, which caused Fuwei Palace to lose two externalized masters. Therefore, they wanted to find ways to keep him here so that they would not be without support in the future.

  After all, on the surface he was just a wandering sorcerer who had joined this sect and had little to do with Liang Yanfang and his daughter. If he really wanted to get away, how could these elders stop him?

Guan Fuzhi sighed, frowned and said, "I will not abandon the sect, you just rest assured."

The elders finally calmed down, and a sense of sadness began to rise in their hearts, and their faces were filled with sorrow.

Guan Fuzhi looked at them, his displeasure had completely disappeared, and he turned to thinking: "I still need to find out the situation of the headmaster and the supreme elder. If someone attacks us during this period, you don't need to waste time talking to them. Just use the mountain protection formation. When I notice something wrong in the sect, I will withdraw and fight back."

After hearing this, everyone inevitably felt a little scared again, but Guan Fuzhi didn't want to waste his time comforting them, so he stood up and walked out, leaving the mountain gate in a hurry. It was unknown how much information he had found out in the past few days, but the situation in Wenwang Mountain had gradually calmed down.

After learning about his brother's death, Ji Mingzhu has been feeling uneasy. Now the Ji family has fallen, and most of the remaining members are of low cultivation and mediocre talent. Without the two towering trees above, it will be very difficult to revive. After the Ji family lost power, rumors spread among the sect that Ji Sui secretly practiced evil skills. For a time, the usually arrogant Ji disciples became like rats crossing the street, hated by everyone.

For this reason, she could only hide in her room and dared not go out easily.

After Ji Hongyuan's death, his cave became a place without an owner. In the past few days, countless people came to his cave and plundered his treasury with various excuses. This was not the only case of Ji disciples who had suffered such a fate. Even before they died, someone came to rob their property. The elders knew that the clan had lost power, so they had no intention of caring about it and asked the disciples below to make things worse.

Fortunately, there was a True Infant cultivator in Ji Hongyuan's mansion. Thinking of this person, the disciples did not dare to act excessively. They just took the valuables and left, and did not dare to hurt anyone in the mansion.

It was also thanks to Yang Cang's reputation that Ji Mingzhu was able to have a few rare days of peace and quiet.

That day, Yang Cang finished his work and hurried to Yanyi Residence. He knocked on the door and said, "Your Highness, are you here?"

Ji Mingzhu was shocked and hurriedly opened the door to welcome him, preparing to invite Yang Cang to sit and talk. Unexpectedly, the other party waved his hand to refuse, and said anxiously: "Your Highness, please follow me."

Although she was a little surprised, she still nodded and said, "I will go with Taoist Yang, but I don't know what it's for."

Yang Cang then led her to heaven, nodded and said, "Don't worry, Your Highness. If this is accomplished, it will be a great thing for you. That venerable is very knowledgeable and has abilities that are incomparable to cultivators like us. I will lead you to see her today. As for whether you will have this good fortune, it depends on your own destiny."

Ji Mingzhu became even more curious after hearing this, and when she heard that she was going to meet the Venerable, she couldn't help but become a little more reserved. She was hesitant all the way and finally arrived at the Mingde Hall on Yingtian Peak. When she raised her eyes, she saw a young woman in sky-blue clothes sitting in front of her, but her expression was indifferent and her eyes were calm.

Yang Cang bowed his head slightly, and hurriedly led people forward, bowing and saying, "I greet your Excellency."

Ji Mingzhu also took small steps forward, bowed behind him, and said hello in a low voice.

"This is the person you mentioned." Zhao Yu looked at her and felt that she looked familiar. Then he remembered that the woman who was walking with Qi Pan under Tianshan Mountain seemed to be this person. He leaned back slightly and did not intend to point it out. He just said, "Come forward and let me have a look."

Ji Mingzhu half raised her eyes and saw Yang Cang's eyes signaling her, then she dared to step forward and stood silently in front of Zhao Yu. (End of this chapter)