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Chapter 122 121. Intensified conflicts (4.1K words - please subscribe)
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Water flowed down from the sky, repeatedly washing the ridge of the Danwu house and hanging down from the edge, like a thick curtain of water, dark and gloomy, even blurring the scene in the courtyard.

The alchemy room is like the bottom of a lake.

Enli sat dejectedly on the ground, her sword robe limply spreading out into a silvery-white circle, her eyes lifeless, and she kept muttering "failure, failure" to herself.

She hadn't slept for two days and two nights, and this sudden failure made her very uncomfortable.

This is the Crimson Palace Pill that Uncle Luo uses to improve his realm. She failed. How can she face Uncle Luo?
Song Yan glanced at the waste pills at the bottom of the furnace, raised his hand to pick them up, put them into the bottle, then leaned over to protect Junior Sister Xiaoli who was completely stunned.

Seeing his junior sister like this, he secretly laughed in his heart. He still remembered that his junior sister had excitedly cursed "Evil Song looks strong, but in fact, his heart is the most fragile", but in the blink of an eye, she collapsed. If he had the same mentality as his junior sister, he would have died countless times.

Seeing the roof shaking, Song Yan grabbed his arm and hugged his soft-as-a-doll Junior Sister Xiaoli. He moved quickly to the corner of the wall and looked out sideways. His sight passed through the water curtain and he vaguely saw several figures fighting with a long monster on the water.

The burning energy and blood emanating from that monster was far beyond what the Lianxuan monster could achieve. It was obviously a monster of the Jianggong level.

This made Song Yan secretly marvel.

He continued to identify.

It was discovered that this should be a water dragon that had just entered the early stage of the Crimson Palace.

Monsters are naturally much stronger than humans due to their physical bodies and other reasons, but as humans comprehend various skills and spells, this gap will become smaller and smaller.

Being in the same realm of the Crimson Palace, demons prefer to exert the power of the "Nine Palace Blood" itself, and at most combine it with their own secret arts. Humans, on the other hand, use the "Nine Palace Blood" as a supplement, combined with various secret arts and mysterious treasures.

For a sword cultivator, even if he enters the Crimson Palace, the blood of monsters like the "Wind Spirit Bird" he absorbs is certainly not as strong as the blood of demons. But if he combines the speed of the "Wind Spirit Bird" with the secret sword technique, he can fight.

Like Gu Huangzi, he used the two kinds of "Nine Palace Blood" as a complete auxiliary, one to let him hide in an inconspicuous paper man, and the other to let him still kill people when his body was destroyed. And what he relied on were "blood corpse", "paper man", "ice hell bracelet", "soul gold stone weapon" and so on.
But there is nothing humans can do about the fact that they rely on "Nine Palaces Blood" as a supplement.

Because "erysipelas" is too severe.

But because of this, a "demon beast that barely entered the early stage of the Crimson Palace" is far more valuable to human cultivators than "a demon beast in the middle or even late stage of the Crimson Palace."

Because the realm is low, the toxins will naturally decrease.

Then, the Crimson Palace Pill refined by him would be more likely to be absorbed by people.

Song Yan narrowed his eyes and watched the fight outside the house, thinking to himself: "This is not a disaster, this is clearly a treasure falling from the sky.

It is not surprising that dragons are born in places with abundant water.

There has never been a dragon in Piaomiao Sea, so it seems normal for one to appear.'

However, Song Yan always felt something strange in his heart.

He doesn't believe in things like "treasures falling from the sky".

But he was not an omniscient and omnipotent god, and he did not understand what the sudden appearance of this thing meant.

However, whatever it meant, he felt it was unimportant.

He is just a white tiger.

Nothing would happen to a small person like him.

Moreover, even if he was Song Yan, he couldn't see how this matter had anything to do with him.

"Failed, failed"

Junior Sister An Li continued to mutter to herself, her eyes red and her expression dull, revealing a temperament of someone obsessed with failure.

Song Yan took a cushion and sat together with his junior sister. He raised his hands and hugged her shoulders tightly. Amid the howling wind and the rumbling sounds of fighting, they were like two little birds curled up in a nest in the storm.

About half an incense stick of time later, the door of the alchemy room suddenly opened, and a figure surrounded by many sword cultivators walked in.

The figure swept across the two people huddled in the corner, and said gently, "Don't be afraid."

Song Yan looked up and found that it was Su Yao.

At this time, Su Yao was wearing brocade clothes, with a calm look and a dignified face. It was obvious at first glance that she was the leader of this group of sword cultivators.

The swordsman beside her wore a silver mask, emanating a cold aura. Although his strength was not strong, he gave people a feeling of extremely sharp swordsmanship. In time, he would definitely be a powerful swordsman.

However, although the swordsman was wearing a silver mask, Song Yan could still tell at a glance that it was Cao Yuzhuang.

Miss Yuzhuang had a very hard time in the Puppet Sect in her early years. Her personality was twisted. Now that she is in a free environment, her personality has rebounded and she has gone from one extreme to another.

But, it's pretty good.

This kind of extreme is suitable for sword cultivation.

Song Yan had no intention of disturbing her anymore, as Miss Yuzhuang had already embarked on her own path.

And my old friend Su Yao has also undergone a series of transformations, from childishness to maturity, and finally became what she should be.

Apparently because he and An Li were both alchemists, Su Yao came in person and comforted her in a soft voice. Even after learning that the alchemy had failed, her expression remained unchanged and she continued to comfort her.

She stroked An Li's hair like an older sister, and then ordered two sword cultivators to escort An Li and Song Yan to a safe area that was not within the range of the fight.

After a while.

The two were escorted to the next island and waited in a bamboo house.

This island is called Jingyi Island. It is where the new disciples of Jianmen live. It can be seen that this place is safe.

Many sword cultivators stationed on the island also flew on their swords towards Warm Water Island.

Song Yan had a very strong perception ability. From the few words he captured, he could feel that these sword cultivators were more curious than fearful.

There are monsters in the Piaomiao Sea, but the appearance of a water dragon is really a rare thing.

The sword cultivators all went there with the purpose of watching and preventing the danger from expanding.

Junior Sister An Li hadn't slept for two days and two nights. Coupled with the excitement, she finally found a safe place and fell asleep quickly.

Song Yanze sat cross-legged beside her, regulating his breathing quietly and sensing his surroundings.

Suddenly, he was stunned, because he sensed that something seemed to have climbed up from the lake not far away. Two of them were rustling, with small movements and well-controlled breath. After landing on the shore, the two things quickly flew away.

He frowned slightly because he remembered that Tian Xiaoling was still on Jingyi Island.

The little girl was Tian Xiaojiu's niece, and he was the one who introduced her to the family.

If he unfortunately died directly because of such a trivial matter, he would be very upset. It's like he dropped a seed in the soil. Normally he wouldn't care about it, but if something ate the seed in front of him, he would always be unhappy.

However, as soon as he moved slightly, he heard a scream from a distance.

"Elder Jiang Palace? How come there is a sword cultivator of your level on this island?"

"who are you?"

Even though the voice was disguised, it still had a sharp edge.

Immediately, a faint voice responded: "I am just an ordinary island protector of Jianmen, and I am just on duty today."

There was silence on both sides.

The indifferent voice continued, "I know you two are fox demons, but I don't intend to attack you. I, Jianmen, don't want to cause any trouble, so just go back to where you came from."

Song Yan was speechless when he heard this.

Not everyone in Jianmen is as reckless as Junior Sister Xiaojiu.

What is this elder doing?

You don't want to cause trouble, so you let the fox spy who sneaked in during the chaos go back. Isn't that causing even bigger trouble?
Or you should not show up and just kill the two fox demons in a swift and decisive manner. What is the purpose of showing up like this and forcing an explanation like "We, Jianmen, don't want to cause trouble"?
However, he is not Jianmen's nanny, nor is he the ancestor of Jianmen. Jianmen has its own operating rules. As long as there is no major event like the "Qingzhe Konglan Mountain" or "the top leaders of the Puppet Sect are about to escape, the top leaders of Jianmen are about to be destroyed", he will not even open his eyes, let alone take action.

The storm in the distance lasted for about half an hour, and the entire warm water island seemed to be washed by lake water, and the noise of fighting finally stopped.

More than an hour later, it seemed that the sword cultivator had completed the exploration of the area around Wenshui Island. After confirming that there was no danger, Song Yan returned with Junior Sister Xiaoli.

As soon as the two landed on the island, they saw a dragon lying in the center of the island's training square. It had heavy blue scales, a body over ten feet long, and a small ice-blue tumor on its forehead.

There were already quite a few people standing on both sides of the dragon.

The treetops and eaves were full of dripping lake water, which further highlighted the quietness of the place.

This silence creates a strange atmosphere.

Junior Sister An Li immediately saw the bearded man standing at the leader's left side of the dragon, so she lowered her head and looked at her toes. When she got closer, she mustered up her courage and was about to say loudly, "I'm sorry, Uncle Luo, I failed in refining the elixir," but someone beside her said it first.

"Uncle Luo, the dragon hit the island and called the wind and rain. The temperature of the alchemy furnace dropped sharply several times. Even if we threw out the fire crystal vine to rescue it, it was useless." Song Yan explained the whole story with an apologetic look, then grabbed a pill bottle from the storage bag, poured out the pills of different colors and flavors, and said with a wry smile, "Uncle Luo, please look."

Luo Wangsun glanced at the waste pill. This waste pill was very toxic and had a strong smell. He no longer needed it, so he didn't even take it. He just smiled and said, "It's okay. Give it to you two little guys to study. Maybe it can be of some use."

“How can this be possible?!” Junior Sister An Li raised her head suddenly, “Uncle Luo, please punish us! This is all our fault! We didn’t do well enough!”

Luo Wangsun looked at An Li kindly, then slowly raised his head and looked at the person opposite him, saying, "Great Elder, you have also seen that the ghost shark blood essence that I carefully prepared has been completely destroyed because of this beast.

The Abyss Dragon and the Ghost Shark are both water-based monsters, and are particularly suitable for me. This dragon should be given to me."

The elder stared at the water dragon and said in a deep voice, "For some reasons, I cannot agree to your request. But you can prepare the pill first."

Luo Wangsun said: "Okay! Then let Xiaoli and Xiuhu refine it."

As soon as the words fell, the great elder said: "No!"

Luo Wangsun asked: "Xiao Li is the alchemist of the Su family, but Bai Xiuhu is from your Sun family, why not?"

The elder glanced at the dragon and said, "But Bai Xiuhu now lives in Wenshui Island, which is where the Su family is. Maybe he has completely favored your Su family because of Xiaoli?
To be fair, I need the Sun family's alchemist to help me refine the pills. Besides, these two little guys are inexperienced after all. They would fail to refine a mere Ghost Shark Crimson Palace Pill. It would be good to have an experienced alchemist."

The air suddenly became quiet.

Song Yan looked at the Great Elder in surprise. He always felt that the Great Elder was weird.

After these words were said today, didn't a rift appear between the Sun and Su families, which were originally as close as one family?
If it was said by an ordinary disciple, it would be fine, but if it was said by the great elder, then the weight of the words would be different.

Suddenly, Song Yan remembered the scene of "Fake Song Yan's attack" a few days ago. When he saw the Great Elder's current appearance, he couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

The fox wolf really has no other choice, so he is messing around, trying to stir up some unrest again and see if he, Song Yan, will show up in the process of muddying the waters.

He dared to guarantee that this water dragon was definitely thrown out by the fox and wolf tribes on purpose, and their intention was similar to "two peaches to kill three warriors".

In the history of the past, the relationship between the "three gentlemen" was very good, but someone took advantage of "face" to alienate the three of them and eliminated them all.

Even face can kill people, let alone the hatred for those who stand in one's way?
The overall "level" of the Mountain and Sea Monster Kingdom must be higher than that of the Three Kingdoms. Song Yan almost thought of Fox Wolf's next step - refining the recipe for the Water Abyss Dragon's elixir.

The recipe for the elixir might appear from nowhere in a few days, which would push the conflict between the Great Elder and Luo Wangsun to the limit and bring about civil strife in Jianmen.

But the civil unrest was not a major riot.

There will be cracks in the Jianmen, but it will not collapse directly.

Therefore, if he was from the fox or wolf tribe, the next step would be almost obvious - the brothers would fight against each other and take advantage of the chaos to launch a sneak attack.

As for the sneak attacker.
Song Yan thought about it and then came up with a small guess: it might be the Puppet Sect, the mortal enemy of Jianmen.

The Puppet Sect
His spiritual consciousness moved slightly, and he swept through the ice hell to scan the three cages that he had suppressed.

A man with a pale face and lifeless and cruel eyes. This is the eldest senior brother of Paper Man Peak - Gong Libai, who is in the early stage of Crimson Palace.

A person, with pockmarks all over her face, a dwarf old woman, in the middle stage of the Crimson Palace. This is none other than the master of the Blood Corpse Peak - "Blood Grandma" Xueyazi.

The third cage that originally belonged to him now also had another person in it. That person was huge and had wounds all over his body. He had short hair and a ferocious face, and it seemed as if flames were flowing all over his body.

When parting with Grandma Xue, Song Yan had given her a secret instruction, which was to "give the third Ice Floating Life Bracelet to the master of Jijia Peak, or Qidu Peak."

Now it seems that Grandma Blood has succeeded.

This short-haired big man looks most likely the leader of Jijia Peak.

In the Puppet Sect, he already controls three of the four peaks. Although he has not shown up, it does not mean that he is not in control of the situation.

That.
If the Puppet Sect wants to take advantage of the chaos to attack Jianmen.

Just come.

However, he will not suffer any loss if he transfers money from his left hand to his right hand or from his right hand to his left hand.

Because of his grasp of the situation of the Three Kingdoms and because Song Yan's position was a good observation point, he could see the whole picture from a single leaf with just a little speculation.

(End of this chapter)