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Chapter 200

Mengxiao Pavilion.

Daoist Yunmeng said with a smile: "Why did you come back so soon?"

Huo Xiumao said respectfully: "The disciple came back this time, one is because he has learned the identity of the murderer who slaughtered the village back then, and the murderer's cultivation level is far superior to the disciple's. At present, the disciple must focus on improving his own strength; the second is because the disciple encountered a suspicious and strange event. It is related to tenth-level monsters and even beast emperors, so I want to let Master know in time."

Daoist Yunmeng was slightly surprised: "Oh? What kind of strange thing?"

Huo Xiumao immediately recounted in detail how he encountered a tenth-level monster in the west section of Lanwu Ridge.

Daoist Yunmeng still listened calmly at the beginning, but when he heard him talk about the altar of white bones, his face changed instantly.

"What did you see, but such an altar?"

Daoist Yunmeng interrupted Huo Xiumao's narration, made a magic trick with his jade fingers, and a phantom of an altar suddenly appeared in midair.

Huo Xiumao looked closely, and said: "It's basically similar, but the shape of each bone is different, and the bones of the altar I saw have all been broken, it doesn't seem like this one is still partially intact."

Hearing this, Daoist Yunmeng frowned, with a look of deep thought on his face.

Huo Xiumao glanced at Daoist Yunmeng's expression, and said, "Master, what is the origin of this altar?"

Daoist Yunmeng: "I don't know either, it's just..."

She looked at Huo Xiumao, closed her eyes, and seemed to hesitate.

Huo Xiumao realized it as soon as he thought about it, and said: "If it involves secrets in the sect, the master doesn't need to tell the disciples."

"It's not really a secret," Daoist Yunmeng gently shook his head, "It's just that there is no conclusion on this matter. The altar I'm showing you is what your Senior Sister Yuxian saw at the bottom of Wuyahai."

"Boundless Sea?" Huo Xiumao asked in surprise.

Daoist Yunmeng nodded and said: "Now it seems that the hidden truth behind the Wuyahai chaos is far beyond our imagination. I have to discuss this matter with the head of the sect and your Uncle Tongsheng. You must not spread it to the outside world."

Huo Xiumao bowed his head and clasped his hands: "The disciple respectfully obeys the master's order."

"As for that tenth-level monster that mistook you for the Beast Emperor..." Daoist Yunmeng frowned even more, but after thinking for a long time, he had a look of helplessness and shame, "I can't figure it out as a teacher."

Seeing Taoist Yunmeng's expression, Huo Xiumao hurriedly said: "Master, please don't mind, this disciple will find a way to find out."

Daoist Yunmeng couldn't help laughing: "You child, you are too sensible. Forget it, let's put this matter aside for now."

Then, her fingertips shimmered, and a talisman appeared.

Accompanied by Daoist Yunmeng's concerned words, Fu Ling floated in front of Huo Xiumao: "Fortunately, there is still a way for you to improve your strength as a teacher. Take it. With your current cultivation base, you can go to mine. I've been in the 'drewry' once."

Huo Xiumao was overjoyed: "Thank you, Master!"

……

Emperor Rong clan, Falling Sun Volcano.

The golden liquid surges in the translucent mountain, and when the sun shines, it reflects the dazzling light.

On the edge of the crater, the patriarch of the Dirong clan stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes lowered to the golden lake below.

Suddenly there was a sound behind her, she didn't turn her head, but said, "What good news did you bring back?"

Around Wu Yaochen was a three-legged demon bird transformed by spiritual power. The golden feathers of the demon bird absorbed the terrifying heat here, even so, his cheeks were covered with beads of sweat.

"There is no good news, but there is one bad news." Wu Yaochen said.

The patriarch looked sideways slightly, and glanced at him from the corner of his eye: "What bad news?"

Wu Yaochen: "I'm about to be burned to death."

The patriarch maintained his posture, motionless and did not speak.

It wasn't until the flying three-legged demon birds also showed signs of depression that she said indifferently: "You only learned to be glib when you watched in the beginning?"

Wu Yaochen coughed dryly, and said seriously: "In terms of cultivation, I'm no more than Jindan; in terms of status, I'm no more than an inner sect. I haven't even climbed to the mountainside, how can I possibly solve the problem on the top of the mountain."

Hearing this, the patriarch's eyes moved, he turned his head to look forward, and his voice finally rose and fell: "Then what are you doing back? How are the people assigned to you now?"

Wu Yaochen: "They are still at the outer gate, I don't want to wait. I came back this time because I am worried about the situation in the clan."

The patriarch raised his voice at the end: "Worried?"

Wu Yaochen: "In today's world, evil cultivators are swaying, monsters and beasts want to rebel, our sect is the leader of cultivators, and news from all sides gathers, so I understand more deeply, and always feel that there is a sign of chaos. My clan once had a blood feud with monsters. Since Monster beasts dare to invade the Niya Palace now, so they might target our clan one day."

After he finished speaking, the clan did not respond for a long time, and after a while, he said: "You are right, so I have already sent more people to observe the situation in the world."

Speaking of this, she suddenly changed the subject and asked, "What do you think of the Kunhuang Sect?"

Wu Yaochen was taken aback for a moment, and then he noticed that the direction the patriarch was facing was the desert.

"The sun is declining, but there is already a sense of reform and transformation." He said after thinking for a while.

"The evidence is that they invited people from other sects to watch the ceremony for the first time?"

"Correct."

"Do you think this is useful?"

Wu Yaochen was stunned, and hesitated: "This should be the first step for them to establish contact with other sects. If they can strengthen the connection with other sects and communicate with each other, it should be useful."

The patriarch was silent for a moment, and said: "You have stayed in Taichuguan for so long, you should know that Taichuguan is still on an upward trend, getting stronger every day."

Wu Yaochen said affirmatively: "Yes, not only our own sect, but also such big sects as Niya Palace and Wufeng Sword Sect, there is no sign of prosperity or decline."

Patriarch: "Then, before there was a big sect dividing the treasures of heaven and earth and elite talents, and later the Nanming sect fought to suppress them, how likely is it for the Kunhuang sect to stand up?"

Wu Yaochen frowned and said: "Turning over...I'm afraid it will be difficult, but at least it can improve the current situation."

The patriarch did not speak.

Wu Yaochen: "My answer should be correct."

"Indeed."

"Then you are...?"

"I sent people to observe the world, and I will never miss this old neighbor. And the information I have collected tells me——"

The patriarch suddenly turned around and looked directly at Wu Yaochen.

"There is something strange about the Kunhuang sect."

……

Kunhuang sect.

Today's introductory ceremony was held as scheduled.

The head of the Kunhuang Sect looked at the children and teenagers below with relief.After he finished speaking some inspiring words, countless graceful monks flew into the sky, or fiddled with musical instruments to play the sounds of nature, or danced to the sounds, or used spells to conjure various This wonderful scene made all the unworldly children and teenagers mesmerized.

Yin Xueze sat at the side, lowered his head and stroked the teacup on the table, and did not glance at the performance during the whole process.

Next to him were the monks who came to watch the ceremony from Niya Palace. The other party was also not interested in the performance at the ceremony, so he tried to chat with the monks around him.After Yin Xueze replied "shut up", he decisively turned to the monk on the other side.

While chatting, the man sneezed suddenly, rubbed his nose and looked up: "What kind of petals did you sprinkle? This is so fragrant."

Another monk who talked with him also said: "Who planned this grand ceremony, why is it full of flashy things."

Yin Xueze covered the mouth of the cup with his palm, and the colorful petals were reflected in his eyes, and then he turned his gaze to those young children who rushed to hold out their hands to hold the petals, and the doubts that had just appeared in his eyes dissipated.

(End of this chapter)