Those years when I hunted demons in Dali Temple

"Liang Yuan ran away again! Everyone, chase after him!" The red-haired man conjured a fireball and was about to give chase when someone grabbed his arm. He turned around unhappily, "Brother Qin Wang, why are you stopping me?"

Qin Wang, the man who wields a sword, perhaps because he has dealt with swords for many years, has a colder expression than anyone else present, and is also the most rational.

“Liang Yuan’s cultivation is higher than ours, but he has never tried to kill us. He only wanted to escape. Why is that?” After asking, Qin Wang analyzed with the others, “Also, that young lady today, judging from her clothes and words, she doesn’t seem to be from the Bai Min tribe. Moreover, her tribulation lightning seems a bit unusual to me. We should be careful.”

Qin Wang asked again, "When did such a genius emerge in the cultivation world? Why is there no word of it? Or perhaps that young lady belongs to some sect and has been kept hidden all this time? If we accidentally injure her today, it will damage the harmony between sects."

Qin Wang said, "Guo Lei, the cultivation world is not all harmony."

Qin Wang's words seemed to be admonishing the red-haired man, but in reality, they were persuading everyone.

The group, still bearing the remnants of heavenly lightning, were speechless.

Hearing Qin Wang's words, he finally realized something was a little too late.

One of them said, "Don't say that woman isn't from the Bai Min tribe. I've been in the cultivation world for so many years and I've never seen anything like her."

After a moment of contemplation, the other person said hesitantly, "I think this woman's words, actions, and clothing are very similar to a village of ordinary people that I passed through before."

Some countered, "She is no ordinary woman."

"Could it be that the mortal who just became a cultivator hasn't yet shaken off his mortal habits?"

"When have you ever seen such a talented mortal?"

"If that's the case, why don't we each return to our sects and report this matter?"

Those who had been struck by lightning remained silent, only recalling the pain of being struck.

Seeing the expressions on the faces of the audience, Qin Wang coughed and said, "In short, this woman's origins are a mystery. Everyone should return to their sects to report and hear their opinions."

Because of his fire-type spiritual root, Guo Lei is rather impulsive, but he can listen to reason with someone who seriously explains things to him.

Therefore, he was the first to agree, "Alright, then I will go back to the sect to report now." The others all responded in unison.

Qin Wang secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't let everyone chase after them, partly out of selfishness. When Dao Yi was watching him, he felt as if his deepest secret had been discovered.

Qin Wang reminded everyone, "Although we failed to capture Liang Yuan this time, discovering this woman is also a merit."

The Xuan Tian Continent is ruled by seven major sects, each of which is composed of several smaller sects, thus forming the cultivation world.

One of the things that various sects compete for is talent. Only with a constant stream of talented people and geniuses can a sect establish itself.

It's possible that Dao Yi's displayed talent aroused their interest in him.

However, her being with the Bai people requires careful consideration and a decision must be made by the sect.

Qin Wang then reminded everyone, "Although Liang Yuan has never used lethal force, his methods as a pill cultivator are beyond what any one of us can withstand."

Although alchemists are not skilled in combat, they are notoriously treacherous and vicious on the Xuan Tian Continent. If you are ambushed, you might not even know how you died. This is why, even though Liang Yuan's cultivation level is higher than theirs, he still has to navigate various situations and cannot easily escape.

For some reason, I never killed them.

Could it be that they secretly poisoned them?
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

After Qin Wang and the others finished their discussion, they each used the excuse of recruiting talents for their sects to bid farewell and return to their own sects.

As for whether it was truly to find talent or something else, that remains to be seen. After everyone left, a man appeared out of thin air. He stared at the spot where the lightning had struck, where the spiritual energy was much stronger than before, as if a spiritual energy revival had occurred. "I never expected that not only did I survive coming to the Xuan Tian Continent with you, but I also have such good fortune."

He glanced at his battered hands and said cruelly, "Such talent, if it cannot be used by me, it deserves to die!"

If Dao Yi were here, he would recognize that this person is Wu Xiang. Perhaps he was injured by the barriers and gales between the two worlds, because his body is covered with shocking wounds.

When Wuxiang first returned to the cultivation world, decades had passed, and everything on the Xuan Tian Continent was unfamiliar to him. He noticed that someone was undergoing a tribulation of lightning, and a thought struck him, so he decided to see how people were undergoing tribulations these days.

He went to the Great Zhou, where spiritual energy was scarce, because of the heavenly lightning.

Wu Xiang secretly resolved that he must never repeat the same mistake in the future.

As he spoke, he glared resentfully at the heavens, about to cast a spell to destroy this place that he loathed.

Suddenly, he heard someone approaching. He glared hatefully at the sky, but dared not say a word. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared from the spot.

Dao Yi was taken dozens of miles away by Liang Yuan in one breath, from the warmth of spring to the freezing cold. She was completely unprepared and was so cold that she subconsciously adjusted her breathing. Only when her whole body warmed up did she finally have a chance to have a proper talk with this white-haired man.

"Thank you for saving me twice, my benefactor." Dao Yi bowed deeply.

Regardless of the white-haired man's thoughts, the fact remains that he helped her twice.

The white-haired man accepted Dao Yi's greeting without hesitation before asking her, "What is his relationship with Liang Ying?"

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Dao Yi was stunned for a moment before realizing that the other party was asking about Wang Xuanzhi.

Dao Yi pondered for a moment and decided to answer truthfully, because she could sense that the other party had no ill intentions.

"An Dao's great-grandmother's name was Liang Ying." Dao Yi recalled the fleeting glimpse of her on their wedding day. Liang Ying had a full head of jade-like white hair, and although she was clearly in her eighties, her posture was still as upright as a pine tree, leaving a very deep impression on people.

If it weren't for Wu Xiang's meddling that day, the fake prince wouldn't have been able to start a rebellion.

Dao Yi thought that day must have been a happy and harmonious one for the Wang, Xie, and Chen families.

I wonder if that old codger Wuxiang actually made it back to the cultivation world alive.

Dao Yi sighed inwardly. "There's only one 'acquaintance' in the cultivation world right now, and he doesn't even know his name."

She stared at the other person's white hair, and a sudden thought flashed through her mind: "I heard those people calling your name just now, and I learned that your surname is Liang. Is it the same Liang as our grandmother?"

The white-haired man said, "My name is Liang Yuan."

He slightly curled his fingers behind his back and asked calmly, "Since Liang Ying is still alive, why didn't she appear with you?"

Dao Yi sighed softly, "I think it will be difficult for us to see our great-grandmother again."

"Why?" Dao Yi told Liang Yuan that they came from another world.

Liang Yuan remained silent for a long time, and Dao Yi could sense a deep sadness emanating from him.

Just as Dao Yi was about to say something to comfort the other party, he heard Liang Yuan say something.

“Child, according to seniority, you should call me Grand Uncle.”

Dao Yi: "." (End of Chapter)