Begin immortality by slaying demons.

Chapter 632: Going to the Underworld Together
The clouds are like dragons, and the pines and cypresses are green.

At the foot of Yulongzong Mountain.

Two outer sect elders with immortal looks stood there with frowns on their faces, holding a visiting card in their hands. The card was dyed dark red by blood plasma, but the immortal seal on it was still shining.

Only those who have direct connections to the Immortal Court, or who are disciples of a true great sect of the Three Immortals, are qualified to be imprinted with this kind of immortal seal.

Look at the three people in front of you again.

The man was wearing a tattered white shirt, his expression was gloomy, his teeth were clenched, his breathing was disordered and weak, and he pressed hard on the wound. Beside him, a girl who was also in a disheveled state, but still incredibly pretty, gently supported him.

There were still traces of tears on the girl's face. She bit her red lips and stared blankly into the void with her eyes, as if she had just suffered a great disaster.

"You two mean that your sect has just experienced a disaster and has fled all the way here to avoid it. Do you want to borrow the Jade Dragon Sect to temporarily heal your injuries?"

The thin outer sect elder raised his eyebrows and looked at the pair of young geniuses.

"Don't worry." Meng Xiuwen said hoarsely, wiping the blood from the corner of his lips: "It will take at most three to five months. My brothers and sisters will leave after they recover from their injuries. We will never forget the great kindness of the Yulong Sect..."

As he spoke, he coughed violently a few times, and all the small objects on his body shook a few times.

Whether it is a storage device or a jade pendant around the waist, all of them are rare treasures.

It instantly attracted the attention of the two outer sect elders.

The two of them were stunned for a moment, then realized something was wrong, and forced their gazes back, staring at each other: "..."

After a moment, they shook their heads imperceptibly.

There is the immortal seal on the visiting card as proof.

For a genius like this from a higher sect, you can give him some time in exchange for generous gifts. If trouble comes, you can also hand him over.

That sounds like a good idea.

But there are important matters to be handled within the sect recently, so if you cannot tell the authenticity, it is better not to be careless.

The two were about to decline, but the man in white coughed up another palmful of blood plasma. The girl in green came to her senses instantly, her eyes reddened with tears, "Brother!"

She supported him with all her strength, then turned her head to look at the two elders, and hastily took out a fragrant and exquisite wooden box from her storage bag, already with a crying voice: "This is a treasure for longevity, a small gift we prepared for Patriarch Yulong. Please be kind and don't embarrass my brothers and sisters anymore. I will reward you handsomely later!"

Seeing the woman in such a state and smelling the intoxicating aroma of the medicine, the two outer sect elders swallowed unconsciously and hesitated again.

Seeing this, Meng Xiuwen covered his lips, with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

The little girl's practice has been quite effective. Both her expression and tone are much more realistic than last time.

Sure enough, the thin elder slowly exhaled, and the "small gift" was from the sect master. However, considering the generosity of these two people, even if only a little slipped through their fingers, it would be enough for him and others to enjoy.

Just as he was thinking about opening the magic circle, he was suddenly held down by his fellow disciple next to him.

The other elder looked at the brother and sister carefully, then slowly set his gaze on the silent third person.

He was covered in dust and his black shirt was extremely dirty.

"Little brother."

Following the words of the outer sect elder, Meng Xiuwen and Ye Jing's hearts skipped a beat.

You know, Shen Yi just closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep along the way, but he didn't even communicate a word with himself and others.

"This is my guardian boy. Something went wrong during his training and he can't speak." Meng Xiuwen propped himself up with a hoarse voice.

"..."

The thin elder, who had originally had some thoughts in mind, looked slightly changed in expression.

The other elder's eyes also fell silent instantly. He did not respond, but just walked a little closer, wanting to see the face of the third person clearly.

Can't speak? No problem.

The eyes cannot deceive.

Thinking of this, he looked carefully into those dark eyes, trying to catch even a hint of panic and strangeness in them.

Meng Xiuwen slowly clenched his palms. He didn't expect that the Yulong Sect had been so vigilant in recent days. This made his original guess more certain.

I'm afraid I'll have to find another way to get in.

Ye Jing's five white fingers slowly fell on the hilt of the sword.

However, the two did not hear the words of the elder that exposed them.

The other party's shoulders trembled slightly, and he fell into silence.

The elder did not see any panic or strangeness in the young man's eyes. On the contrary, the moment he got closer, a hint of disgust instinctively revealed on that handsome face, which was covered in dust and dirt.

Even though the young man tried his best to conceal his deep eyes, the contempt and arrogance, as well as the taste of being in a high position for many years and in charge of the lives of countless creatures, still made the elder feel as if he was seeing his own son.

Even though he was seriously injured and on the run, this man still looked down on ordinary cultivators like us from the bottom of his heart.

This kind of temperament can't be faked no matter what.

Shit boy!

He was just questioning that even if this brother and sister were not very worldly-wise, they should at least know that money can move people's hearts. Since they were seriously injured and were trying to avoid disaster, didn't they even think of hiding the treasures on their bodies?

Until this moment, everything made sense.

The so-called two geniuses were just a cover. The one who really came out to avoid disaster should be the boy leading the horse in front of him.

"Little brother, you have worked hard on the journey. Please follow us into the sect."

The outer sect elder smiled and continued speaking, then retreated again: "But first of all, I will report to the sect and see if I can lend you a quiet place to heal your wounds. But if it involves fighting with other sects, my Yulong Sect will not get involved."

"It should be... so. Thank you!" A fleeting trace of surprise flashed across Meng Xiuwen's eyes, but he returned to his original role in an instant.

"You're welcome. We're all in the same boat. It's only natural."

For some reason, the two elders were clearly speaking to Meng Xiuwen, but he inexplicably felt that their respect was directed behind him.

Hey! Find out who is the genius and who is the boy!
Ye Jing withdrew her hand and wiped her tears. From the angle she was standing at, she could clearly see what had just happened.

She suddenly felt that the exaggerated expressions and words taught by the demon-slaying officer seemed quite low-level. This new colleague didn't need those things at all and could get the job done with just a glance.

Amazing!
……

Yulong Sect, a separate courtyard specially reserved for a few people.

The outer sect elder held the jade slip and reported the news all the way. After receiving the response, he finally turned around and said politely: "Our sect has agreed to this matter. We will arrange for a deacon to come over later to set up the recuperation formation for you. You don't have to be polite. Just stay here and feel at ease. If you need anything, you can speak up."

After that, the elder said a little embarrassedly: "Of course, if you are almost done recuperating, can you spare some time to teach those talented disciples of our sect."

Compared to those treasures, the disciples of the sects themselves are the most precious things.

The current Taoist tradition all comes from the Three Immortals Sect.

But when immortals preach, it is not only a matter of opportunity but also of connections. Almost every seat in the audience is arranged before the lecture begins, and there is no telling how much competition there is behind it.

Patriarch Yulong once had the opportunity to listen to the teachings of Immortal Qingmei, and obtained the secret of entering the true fairyland. He also became connected with the Taiyi Immortal, but if he wanted to go further, he needed to make great contributions.

In this case, the value of a disciple from a major sect who came here to avoid disaster, not to mention that he might be a genuine disciple of the sect, is self-evident.

The magic formula he possesses is very likely a treasure that other sects cannot obtain even if they try their best.

"Thank you all."

Meng Xiuwen bowed and thanked them, then watched these people leave the courtyard and closed the door.

A cultivator who has reached the Hedao realm can merge his soul with the Tao and become the master of this world, not to mention being a true immortal.

But with a slight movement of his fingertips, he easily blocked out the gazes of the world, presenting the illusion that the three of them were closing their eyes to recuperate.

"..."

Shen Yi glanced sideways, and he had never seen such a method before. It seemed that the Demon Slayer Division was not as unconventional as he had imagined.

Meng Xiuwen retracted his palm, walked back quickly, leaned over and stared at Shen Yi closely, and after a long time he patted his shoulder vigorously: "Tsk! We found a treasure!"

No wonder he could win the praise of the wise sky walker for such a state of mind.

Apart from anything else, this ability to cope with emergencies is not something that ordinary disciples of major sects can possess.

With a little training, he will definitely be a talent.

Hearing this, Shen Yi looked away in silence.

To be honest, compared to the time when he risked his life to sneak into the Thousand Demon Cave and roamed among many Demon Kings, where he could lose his life if he was not careful, what happened today was just like a child's fight, and it was difficult for him to get interested.

"What's next?"

"Next?"

Meng Xiuwen was stunned for a moment, then looked into the distance across the room.

In the woods and mountains, many figures, in the name of a healing formation, had already set down dense array plates, covering the entire courtyard tightly.

He smiled and said, "Just wait here until I finish my work."

The next moment, an identical figure walked out of Meng Xiuwen's body and sat cross-legged on the bed. He himself walked out of the door carelessly, transformed into hundreds of incarnations, and stepped into the inner gate of Yulong Sect in full view of everyone.

Faced with so many invading figures, the Yulong Sect disciples, the formation they had just set up, and even the entire world, seemed to be unaware.

As long as they enter the treasure land, it will be like a deserted place to them.

Shen Yi cast his eyes on the figure on the bed. Even with his keen eyesight, he could not tell that it was just a clone.

He closed his eyes and quickly put away the slightest contempt in his heart.

No matter what happens in other aspects, when it comes to the real immortal methods, I am still too inexperienced and need to learn more.

Ye Jing seemed to be used to it and sat quietly on the other side of the bed.

If there was any need for her, Mengtou would naturally give instructions. As for the rest of the time, she would practice in front of the bronze mirror.

As usual, she took out the bronze mirror, pondered for a moment, then gently put it down and began to look at her new colleague with some curiosity.

Ye Jing always felt that compared to Mengtou's teachings, there might be more to learn from this colleague.

This look lasted three days.

Occasionally, an elder from the Yulong Sect would come to visit them. After finding that there was nothing unusual about the three of them, they would leave some healing pills and leave.

The efficiency of the Demon Slaying Division was faster than Shen Yi had imagined.

The figure in white shirt between the beds slowly opened his eyes and yawned: "I've almost figured it out. We'll close the case tonight. Pack up and prepare to go back to Jianyang Mansion. I'll treat you two to a drink."

"What's the matter?" Ye Jing finally withdrew her gaze from Shen Yi.

Meng Xiuwen didn't say anything either, just nodded casually.

I saw the light curtain unfolding. It was late at night. Behind the cloud curtain, the figure of an immortal official was surging. As he closed the immortal book, a heavy rain fell exactly on the entire Jianyang Prefecture.

And right in Jianyang Prefecture, on the insignificant Yulong Hill, the raindrops were about to fall when they were gathered by an invisible net.

This thing was obviously extraordinary, and even the immortal officials did not notice anything unusual.

Then the night faded and the sun rose high in the sky.

Countless disciples filed out of the Yulong Sect, wandered around the mortal world, opened porridge stalls, and used a ladle of warm porridge to moisten the chapped lips of many people.

The faces are not exactly the same, the only thing that is similar is the statues placed between the porridge stalls.

The female statue stands and looks into the distance, holding a green plum in her hand.

The people wolfed down the thick porridge, and then walked to the statue consciously, prostrated themselves on the ground, and bowed respectfully.

"It is probably because he has encountered some bottleneck in his practice and needs the blessing of the imperial energy. He is a little impatient. Yulonggang is just one of the places."

Meng Xiuwen seemed to be unconcerned, and his tone was extremely calm: "Just take away their broken net."

The immortal net was obviously not a thing from the mortal world, but a gift from the immortals. As long as they lost this thing, the Yulong Sect would not dare to have any other thoughts.

After saying that, he closed his eyes again.

Ye Jing was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Mengtou is angry."

"What do you mean?" Shen Yi raised his head slowly.

"He hates this kind of fooling of the people the most, but this matter was not a big deal, so the immortal family would not really be held responsible. He could only confiscate their immortal treasures, which probably made him feel a little aggrieved."

Ye Jing took out half a piece of flower cake and took a light bite.

Not making a big deal out of it means that they gave people a mouthful of thick porridge at the right time so that there would not be starvation everywhere. But in order to make mortals more grateful, this mouthful of porridge would be poured out from the gourd only when they were extremely hungry and thirsty.

As for the inexplicable hunger and thirst, just think of it as contributing to the immortal's path of cultivation. Not many people died anyway.

"That's it."

Shen Yi nodded his chin slightly, but his eyes were directed towards the inner gate of Yulong Sect.

He may not know much about the outside world.

But doesn’t a treasure like this that can block the sight of immortal officials need to be guarded by someone?
This net may not be so easy to catch.

……

at the same time.

Inside the Jade Dragon Sect’s Patriarch’s Hall.

A thin young man sat cross-legged, his eye sockets were jade-white, and he looked down indifferently. As his magic power surged, a man in white shirt suddenly appeared in an empty place, walking around casually, obviously investigating something.

"You want their law, they want your life."

The indifferent voice echoed in the hall.

The expression of the Jade Dragon Patriarch beside him changed slightly, and he quickly bowed and saluted: "I only follow the teachings of Grandmaster Qingmei, and I don't want to learn those unorthodox teachings."

He was the leader of the Yulong Sect, but he was so humble in front of this young man.

This was because the other party was a disciple of Qingmei Zhenren, a true disciple of the Three Immortals Sect, and was completely different from a wild cultivator like himself who was only worthy of listening in the audience.

"Ah."

The young man laughed, and his pupils gradually returned to normal: "There is no need to use this to please my master. You are a casual cultivator, and the road is difficult. How can my master not understand? Just do it yourself."

As he spoke, he gently stroked the head of the black bear next to him: "This world is too domineering."

He even dares to interfere in the affairs of Taiyi Immortal Family. Where does he put the Three Immortal Sect?

"Someone is coveting Master's treasure. I need to go out for a while. Please stay here and wait for me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he had disappeared into the hall.

Patriarch Yulong slowly breathed a sigh of relief, then greed appeared in his eyes, just take it for yourself... He was doing this in compliance with the order of the immortal, so he couldn't blame himself.

No matter whether these people are real disciples of a major sect or just nosy monks, at least the things they have on them are genuine treasures.

Thinking of this, he smiled at the black bear and said, "Brother Bear, would you like to come with us and enjoy the meal together?"

Even if this group of people really have some background, as long as they get a share of the black bear, it will be considered as the will of Qingmei Zhenren. Which immortal sect can be greater than a Taiyi immortal?
As the owner left, the obedient look on Black Bear's face gradually faded away. He stood up and said with a smile, "Let's go together, let's go together."

Two figures, one tall and one short, took advantage of the night and slowly walked towards the small courtyard.

(End of this chapter)