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Chapter 38

In Yin Xueze's eyes, which were more white than black, the black pupils, which were smaller than ordinary people, moved back and forth following the direction in which the two were fleeing.

With a light snort, he held the Black Prison Spear high, and the black flame at the tip of the spear exploded and swirled, forming a flame vortex.Immediately, he shot with all his strength, and the Ink Prison Spear shot out with a long tail of flame, shooting out like a meteor chasing the moon, and the target was one of the Golden Core cultivators.

The moment the ink prison gun was released, Yin Xueze disappeared in place, and saw the black light sweeping through the sky, leaving afterimages pointing at another person.

The man looked back in horror, a fist wrapped in black flames was reflected in his pupils.

boom!
Yin Xueze punched the opponent's waist and abdomen, and the opponent's body twisted, but what he spit out was blood frozen into scarlet ice slag.Black flames spread across his body, turning him into a Pyroman in an instant.

At the same moment, the Mo Prison Gun chased after the remaining man, and the vortex of flames consumed the opponent's spiritual power to fight back. Amid the muffled sound of "Pow", the Mo Prison Spear unstoppably pierced through the man's vitals.

Yin Xueze retracted the Mo Prison Spear, and returned to the flying boat without even looking at the two falling bodies behind him.

When he passed by the master of the flying boat, the master of the flying boat subconsciously tensed up and stepped back half a step.

"Many...thank you, Fellow Daoist Yin, for your help."

The owner of the flying boat stammered, he seemed to realize something, took out a bag of things, and said: "This is my heart, I hope fellow Taoists don't dislike it."

Before he finished speaking, Yin Xueze grabbed the bag and threw it to the nice man next to Jing Yingrong.

"Eh? What are you doing for me?"

Yin Xueze took a long leg, passed him and returned to his seat, and said casually: "Next time, book a better hotel."

Several young people looked at me and looked at you, one after another understood the meaning of his words, and cheered happily.

"Thank you, Brother Yin!"

"Brother Yin, you are so kind!"

"Brother Yin is the best!"

"Brother Yin is the best in the world!"

Several people praised and praised in one go, tending to be more exaggerated.

The veins on Yin Xueze's forehead twitched, and he almost roared angrily, "Shut up!"

Several people covered their mouths in unison, so quiet.

In the silence where everyone dared not breathe, Jing Yingrong suddenly said:
"Is "Mingyan Divine Martial Treasure Record" the inheritance of Wan Chengxuan?"

Several young people including Yin Xueze were taken aback.

The pleasing man wondered: "What treasure record? What does it have to do with our Dean Wan?"

After Yin Xueze was taken aback for a moment, he stared at Jing Yingrong with eagle-like eyes, and asked, "How do you know?"

Jing Yingrong was unmoved by his fierce eyes, and said without changing his face: "I have seen him create this exercise."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of several people suddenly became strange.

Someone confused: "Didn't Dean Wan become immortal for more than 400 years..."

Jing Yingrong: "It was 300 years. After he faked his death, he wandered around for more than a hundred years before he fell."

"Fake death?!" Several people asked in surprise in unison.

Jing Yingrong asked instead: "Is your current dean Song Jibai?"

Yin Xueze: "It's him, and he also gave me the treasure record." For some reason, after Jing Yingrong told about Wan Chengxuan's fake death, the hostility and guard in his eyes disappeared a lot.

Jing Yingrong: "It seems that he has obtained all of Wan Chengxuan's inheritance. How is Yu Lin now?"

Hearing this name, the others all had an expression of being too secretive.

Only Yin Xueze candidly said, "About 200 years ago, he wanted to compete for the position of dean, but was killed by Dean Song."

Jing Yingrong nodded slightly, seemingly not surprised.

There was a look of scrutiny in Yin Xueze's eyes: "Do you know the two of them?"

Jing Yingrong: "I've met several times."

"Huh?" Someone asked in surprise, "Then you are at least 300 years old? Your cultivation level..."

The man suddenly remained silent, the meaning behind his words was self-evident, and the others looked at Jing Yingrong with sympathy.

Yin Xueze frowned and said nothing.

The pleasing man looked worried, and he said: "Why don't you join us in the Taichu Guan's acceptance meeting? If you can join Taichu Guan, maybe you can break through the realm, and in that case, you can prolong your lifespan gone."

"Yeah, come with us and try."

"Everyone in the world knows that Taichu Guan's exercises are exquisite and incomparable. If you can enter the mountain gate, you will definitely be able to break through."

"That's right, don't give up, there is nothing to lose if you try anyway."

Several people tried to persuade Jing Yingrong one by one, their tone was very sincere, and they couldn't hide their concerns.

Jing Yingrong looked at a few people, she blinked, a faint smile appeared on her lips, and said: "Okay."

"..."

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"Tsk."

Yin Xueze's slightly dissatisfied voice came from behind, dragging the others back from their trance.

The pleasing man quickly said: "I haven't introduced you yet, but we are all from Zhenwu Academy. My name is Tang Zhile."

"My name is……"

Several people took turns introducing their names to Jing Yingrong.

"Mirror Yingrong," she said.

Tang Zhile smiled and said, "Friend Daoist Jing, let's act together in the future."

Jing Yingrong: "Okay."

Everyone in Zhenwu Academy originally wanted to chat with Jing Yingrong, but Yin Xueze exuded a violent aura that seemed to be on the verge of breaking out, so that everyone had to sit with their lips tightly shut.

There was no further change in the following journey, and monks arrived at their destination one after another and left the flying boat.In the end, only Jing Yingrong and the people from Zhenwuyuan were left on the flying boat.

At the last stop, Changhuan Mansion, the flying boat landed, and the flowing water stairs reappeared.

Jing Yingrong and everyone from Zhenwu Academy got off the flying boat, and Tang Zhile said, "Let's go to the Taichu Guan's residence in Changhuan Mansion to have a look first, do you have any objections?"

Jing Yingrong: "A hotel?"

"Yeah, you don't know? Haven't you been to the Taichu Temple before?"

Jing Yingrong: "There was no such thing at that time."

"So that's how it is. The resorts are the local offices of Taichuguan in each region under its jurisdiction. Currently, Taichuguan has a total of more than 300 resorts." Tang Zhile explained.

Jing Yingrong was thoughtful: "It was the original station."

Tang Zhile thought for a while, and said: "It seems that there was indeed a residence in the past, but it was called a hotel a long time ago, and the term residence has been abolished."

Jing Yingrong nodded slightly.

Suddenly, Yin Xueze said, "Have you finished speaking? Hurry up and leave."

"Just go, go, go, go."

Everyone hurriedly sacrificed their magic weapons and set off on their way.

Jing Yingrong's Yun Luo drew envious glances from fellow female cultivators, but no one came forward to inquire, probably because they were afraid that Yin Xueze would get angry.

After entering the city, everyone collected the magic weapon and walked towards the Changhuan Hotel.

Before approaching, I saw a long queue outside the hotel from a distance.

Tang Zhile considered the situation and asked the others to wait in the nearby square, while he and another companion went to inquire about the news.

(End of this chapter)