After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect.

Chapter 157 156. Race against time, meet an old friend by chance (8.2K words - long chapter, please subscribe)
The abandoned Wu land is now the front line against the Shanhai Monster Kingdom, and the bandits are
Song Yan looked around, found a horse, asked the beautiful woman to ride on it, and then asked, "Sister-in-law, what are your plans for the future?"

The beautiful woman glanced at the bandit camp that was stained with blood.

Although her revenge had been achieved, she felt somewhat confused.

She couldn't help but look down at her brother and asked, "Xiaohan, I don't know either."

Song Yan said: "The people in the Xiuxuan world are unpredictable. It is not the extraordinary place that sister-in-law thinks. If I take sister-in-law to Mojianmen, if things go wrong, it will be a burden to sister-in-law and she will be doomed forever."

The beautiful woman nodded gently. After this incident, she naturally understood the cruelty of the monks. If she went to Mojian Sect, not only would her life be in danger, but she might also become a burden to Xiaohan.

Song Yan suddenly said: "Sister-in-law, let me arrange it."

The beautiful woman was stunned. She looked at the boy she had raised, and the blood and the rolling heads behind him. Only then did she realize that the boy had grown up.

She nodded slightly.

Song Yan found a hat and put it on, pressing it down slightly to cover his face. He then skillfully emptied the bandits' gold and silver, then flew the sword with his fingers, carried the beautiful woman on it, and headed south together.

a few days later.

An important city in the south, the capital of the "Zhennan Hou" among the nine Hous
A street that is not prosperous, but definitely not decadent.

The hawker was introducing excitedly: "Master, don't worry, our Linhai City is famous for its peace.

I'm not bragging, but now everyone in this area wants to settle down in my Linhai City.

But this is a very difficult thing to do, and it is rare to accomplish it every year.

This is also thanks to the fact that you are an immortal, and the Marquis of Zhennan has a rule that says that the families of immortals can move into this city at any time, which makes things much more convenient.

Take another look at this room, what do you think?

Song Han glanced around, then looked at the beautiful woman and asked, "Sister-in-law, what do you think?"

The beautiful woman nodded gently and said, "Very good."

She was really satisfied.

Linhai City is the pure land in everyone's heart.

She also knew how difficult it was to settle down in a place like this.

This was also because Xiaohan stepped in, otherwise it would have been impossible.

She had some skills and could tailor clothes, and there was a "Jinxiu Clothing Store" next to this place, so maybe she could give it a try. If she was chosen, she could start a new life here in the future.

Seeing that the beautiful woman was satisfied, Song Yan threw the money to the broker and bought the house. He then bought two maids and gave the land deed and the maid contracts to the beautiful woman.

The beautiful woman grabbed the contract and asked in astonishment: "Xiao Han, you bought it, why didn't you write your name? And what kind of maid do I want?"

Song Yan smiled and said, "This is my sister-in-law's home. She will live here in the future, so naturally she will need someone to take care of her."

The beautiful woman didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Why would I need a maid? I'll just be busy here and wait for Xiaohan to come back."

Song Yan smiled slightly, ate another meal at home, and then was about to leave.

In the twilight, the beautiful woman stood in the middle of the courtyard, bidding farewell to her brothers.

Song Yan looked at her and said softly, "Sister-in-law is still young. If my elder brother were still alive, he would not want you to be a widow and live in loneliness for the rest of your life."

The beautiful woman smiled sadly and said, "I have been with your eldest brother for nearly ten years, how can I have room for someone else in my heart?

Don't worry about it, Xiaohan. Go now.
"As for your senior brother's matter, don't be so stubborn. As long as you are safe and sound, your sister-in-law will be satisfied."

Song Yan nodded slightly, thought for a moment and said, "Sister-in-law, there is one more thing you must remember."

The beautiful woman said, "Xiao Han, you tell me, I will keep it a secret."

Song Yan said: "Others only need to know that you have an immortal brother. Don't tell anyone my name."

The beautiful woman blinked, not quite understanding.

Song Yan said seriously: "Sister-in-law, you must remember it and never forget it."

Although the beautiful woman looked confused, she still nodded heavily.

Only then did Song Yan control his sword and turn it into a rainbow, soaring into the air.

The beautiful woman returned to the house. Although the maids were busy in front of and behind the courtyard, she felt a little lonely in her heart. The emptiness after the great revenge was overwhelming.
It is the time when autumn turns to winter, and the weather is suddenly warm and then cold, making it the most difficult to rest.

She is still young and has a long life ahead of her, but she doesn't know how to spend it.

Xiaohan has grown up and doesn't need her anymore.

She sighed softly, took a deep breath, and forced herself to work harder. After all, life had to go on.

That night, she went to bed early, but somehow fell asleep quickly. In her dream, she successfully entered Jinxiu Commercial Bank, and then she and the shopkeeper of Jinxiu Commercial Bank gradually fell in love.
She couldn't accept this relationship because she couldn't betray her dead husband.

The shopkeeper was in love with the woman, but he could not force her to marry him, so he had to marry another woman.

But ten, twenty, thirty years have passed.
The shopkeeper's wife died of illness and he never looked for her again.

In the blink of an eye, another twenty years passed. The two, now with gray hair, met again. They looked at each other, with so many things to say that they didn't know where to start. The shopkeeper said softly, "If you don't want to marry me in this life, you can be with me in the next life, okay?"

The beautiful woman, now an old woman, nodded.

The two held hands tightly, regretting that the rest of their lives was too short.

Oh oh oh~~
The crowing of a rooster woke up the beautiful woman.

The beautiful woman slowly opened her eyes, recalled the strange and detailed dream she had last night, and shook her head gently.

She quickly checked into bed, washed up, and when she walked out of the courtyard, she looked at Jinxiu Commercial Company not far away. She hesitated for a moment, but then walked over.

As soon as she entered the business, she saw the shopkeeper hurriedly walking out from the inner courtyard.

The two people's eyes met in mid-air, and the confused expressions on their faces began to undergo complex changes, and then they were both stunned.

The shopkeeper's lips trembled, and he suddenly asked, "Next life. Is this the next life?"

The beautiful woman's breathing became rapid, and she turned and ran away in fear, her heart was in turmoil.

The shopkeeper caught up with her from behind, grabbed her hand and said, "I won't let you leave again."

"Let go! Let go!"

The beautiful woman struggled.

Slowly, the two of them walked together. The shopkeeper's face was filled with happiness, while the beautiful woman lowered her head shyly. The sunlight fell, and the two figures cast on the autumn earth slowly overlapped.

Is there anything in this world that cannot be changed by time?

In the distance, the young man was leaning back in the most luxurious restaurant in Linhai City, holding the most expensive wine in his hand and drinking it in big gulps.

This wine is truly divine, Tegong.

This body has only practiced the seventh level of Xuan, so it still feels drunk.

Beside the drunken young man, a novice monk in a grey patchwork robe was clasping his hands together.

The novice monk seemed to be gazing at the happy couple in the distance with the young man.

Song Yan has two minions of the Sea of ​​Bitterness, both of whom were forged into his soul and body when he was on the coast of the Sea of ​​Bitterness. He can drive them at will.

And now, the first thing he does is to "accomplish".

To fulfill her happiness.

He no longer desired such happiness, and he no longer wanted to see the white clouds outside the Great Wall. But if he could make the people around him happy, he would still feel a faint joy of empathy.

Such joy is worth making public!

Snapped!
He slammed the table and shouted generously, "Waiter, give me another jar of immortal wine."

Soon, more wine was served.

The young man tore open the seal and gulped down a jar of fine wine. Then he threw in an ingot of gold, laughed heartily, and flew his sword, which turned into a rainbow, and flew away into the blue sky and white clouds while the mortals looked up.

a few days later.

Mojianmen, back mountain, a hidden place.
"Elder Ma, this is my gift to you as a gift, hey." A monk said with a flattering look on his face.

Another elder in a white robe and a mustache said “hmm” and then asked, “What about Song Han’s?”

The monk hurriedly said, "Song Han went to the secular world and said he wanted to collect a furnace tripod."

Immediately, he laughed again and whispered, "Elder Ma, he has taken a fancy to his sister-in-law, so he wants to bring her back to the mountain gate when he goes out this time. This is what happened."

The monk walked closer and told the whole story of how Song Han killed his brother and framed his sister-in-law.

Surprisingly, Elder Ma actually nodded and said, "Well done."

The monk smiled flatteringly and said, "Although my Mo Jian Sect is not a righteous sect, if such a scandal were to be known to others, Song Han's future would be worrying.

With this handle, plus your status as elder, he will naturally take your Hundred Insects Pill obediently and be controlled by you from now on.
Song Han has good talent. After just a few years of learning, he has achieved the seventh level of Xuan training.

However, even if he is selected for the Qianlong Club this time, he will always be your dog."

Elder Ma smiled faintly and said, "Just like you, right?"

The monk nodded repeatedly.

Elder Ma looked up at the sky, only to see that it was gray and heavy as iron. A cold air had gathered in the air, and it was obvious that it was going to snow.

He waved his hand and said, "Pay attention to whether there are any talented newcomers with good talents but no background in Mojian Sect recently. If there are any, see what he likes. Seduce him with what he likes, and then bring him to see me."

"Yes, elder."

After a brief conversation, the two were about to part ways.

Suddenly Elder Ma stopped and looked somewhere.

But then a figure walked out from the gray mountain.

Before Elder Ma could speak, another monk said happily, "Song Han!"

After shouting, he waved his hand hurriedly and said, "Come over and meet the elder! I was just talking about you, and Elder Ma seemed to appreciate you."

Before he finished speaking, the monk suddenly felt a strong sense of weirdness in his heart.

He suddenly remembered that he and Elder Ma met here and no one else knew about it.

The mountain behind Mo Jianmen is extremely large, and this place is very hidden. Where did Song Han get the news from?

At this moment, the monk suddenly noticed that Elder Ma's pupils constricted and he looked extremely frightened. Then he groaned and fell to the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices, and died.

The monk was stunned.

In his eyes, the young man came closer and closer, stopped in front of him, then lowered his head, bent down, and raised his hand to take the storage bag on Elder Ma's waist as if no one was around.

The monk's Adam's apple rolled and he asked in a trembling voice, "Song Song Hanhan?"

He was already incoherent and stammering.

Because he simply couldn't believe this scene.

Song Han was only at the seventh level of Xuan training, while he was at the ninth level, and Elder Ma was at the early stage of Jiang Palace.
What is going on in this scene?

Why did Elder Ma die suddenly?
And why could Song Han pick up his storage bag so calmly?

In his mind, he could not form the idea that "Song Han killed Elder Ma" no matter what.

Because this is absolutely impossible!
At this moment, a faint voice exploded in his ears.

"Still not running?"

The monk felt his mind and heart shaking wildly, his head buzzing with fear. Then, without thinking any more, he suddenly turned his head, flew his sword, turned into a rainbow, and quickly flew several miles away.

then
Whoosh!
He only felt a hot gray light passing through the sky and piercing into his forehead. He felt a sharp pain in his soul, and then he lost all consciousness.

Song Yan took off Elder Ma's storage bag, flipped it inside, and his pupils shrank slightly. He saw some strange pills, which were wrapped with what seemed to be the corpses of insects.

At this moment, Elder Ma's eyes suddenly made a strange hissing sound, and a strange centipede-like insect crawled out.

Song Yan flashed his hand and the strange insect exploded.

A solemn look flashed in his eyes.

Whether in his own cognition or Song Han's memory, it is clearly shown that the only force in this area that uses insects as medicine, as magic weapons, and to control people is the two-headed Bilanjiao insect clan of the Shanhai Monster Kingdom.

After a little thought, Song Yan suddenly understood.

'That's right, whether it's the demon monk or the mountain and sea monsters, they will definitely want to infiltrate the ancient country's power, and Elder Ma is one of them.

He wanted to further infiltrate by controlling some monks who had no background but were talented.
This Qianlong meeting is an opportunity.

And Song Han is naturally one of his targets.'

Just as I was thinking about it, a strange bird cry suddenly came from the forest not far away.

That was a bird monster, attracted by the smell of blood here.

Song Yan slowly raised his head, and a ray of burning gray lightning shot out from between his eyebrows.

Bang!
Birds, monsters, death.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound in the forest again.

A wolf-shaped monster is approaching.

brush!
Another flash of gray lightning.

Wolf-shaped monster, die.

Song Yan sensed it for a moment and analyzed it secretly in his mind.

He killed Elder Ma, the monk, and the monster just now, and tested the strength, attack distance, and consumption of his current power.

Found it pretty good.

His lightning is a pure spiritual attack.

The soul that was killed was actually directly transformed into a ghost, and thrown into the surface of his soul, which was like a furnace at this time, and became a part of the surface of his soul.

He didn’t know what was above the Purple Palace.

But even though he was only practicing Xuan body, he was completely invincible under the Purple Mansion.

If you haven't entered the Purple Palace, that means your soul has not been united with heaven and earth. How can you possibly resist his spiritual attack?

Although his physical strength is a flaw, he can kill anyone instantly.

Moreover, his spiritual attack is now limited by his physical strength. As his realm improves, the gray electric attack will become even more terrifying.

As for the attack distance, it is roughly several miles, but the longer the distance, the greater the consumption.

In addition, consumption is also related to physical strength.

If you practice the seventh level of Xuan, the consumption is not small. If you improve the realm, you can reduce the consumption.

Song Yan thought about it, quickly put away the storage bag, and dealt with the corpse.

He glanced at the strange centipede he had killed and the bottles of insect pills, and a solemn look flashed in his eyes.

"I didn't expect that the Shanhai demon tribe actually planted spies everywhere and instigated traitors to rebel."

"We must hurry up and leave here through the ancient teleportation array through the Hidden Dragon Association, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous."

'Also, if I have the chance, I need to quickly figure out what state I am in, and whether I need to pay attention to anything when practicing in this state.'

"I wonder if there have been people like me before?" If it were only in the Three Kingdoms, Song Yan could guarantee that there hadn't been anyone like me.

But he had already jumped out of the small well of "Three Kingdoms" and took a quick look at the vast world outside. He knew that in this magnificent and mysterious world of cultivation, anything could happen.

But he knew very little about the world or his own situation.

With many thoughts in mind, Song Yan quickly flew back to the cave on his sword.

Fortunately, there was no one else in the cave.

Song Han went out this time with the intention of bringing his sister-in-law back to use as a cauldron, so he emptied the cave early, which also saved Song Yan a lot of trouble.

He lay on the stone bed, closed his eyes and rested, then called up the Mo Jian Sect's skills from his memory.

Possessing someone's body is different from becoming a minions and searching the soul.

Neither the transformation nor the soul search could obtain the technique.

But by taking over another's body, one can inherit almost all of the former's legacy during his lifetime, naturally including the former's skills.

Today, he majors in two subjects.

A technique, a magic.

The name of the skill is: "Watercolor Sword Canon". It absorbs mysterious energy and visualizes the artistic conception of painting. It does not seek to soar into the sky with the sword, but to enjoy the mountains and rivers.

The name of the spell is: "Silver Stream Sword Technique". This sword technique is completely different from the "White Snake Sword Technique" of the Nanwu Sword Sect.

"White Snake Sword Art" and the subsequent "The Universe in the Sleeve" both emphasize "extremely sharp and overwhelming sword energy", while "Silver Stream Sword Art" goes to the other side of the sword - softness.

If the sword is strong, it will be extremely sharp.

If the sword is soft, its power will be endless.

If the sequel to "White Snake Sword Art", "Sword Opens the Sky Gate", is pursuing an instant burst of power, then "Water Ink Sword Classic" and "Silver Stream Sword Art" are pursuing continuous sword energy, like a long river, surging and endless.

At the Qianlong Conference, Song Yan would naturally use the Mojian Sect's skills.

Therefore, at this time he naturally had to study this technique and magic spell as soon as possible.

Soon, the panel appeared.
【Name: Song Yan】

【Shouyuan: 141/8639】

[Kung Fu] "Ink Sword Canon"

[Spell] "Silver Stream Sword Technique" (Minor Success)

He looked at the Silver Stream Sword Art, thought for a moment, raised his fingers and gestured slightly, mobilizing his profound energy.
The "small success" on the panel suddenly turned into "great success", and within half a day it became "perfection".

"How can you learn low-level spells so quickly?"

'No! Not only that, I can easily control the trajectory of low-level spells and learn them.'

"If someone uses other low-level spells in front of me, I can also control it in a very short time like the Wuxiang Ancient Clan."

"However, this is not the innate soul secret technique of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan."

'Tang Fan was able to imitate the Dragon Power of the Multi-tailed Dragon Fox Clan and use the Golden Armor Godman. This is the only thing I cannot do.'

Song Yan shook his head slightly, feeling that the "innate soul inheritance" of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan must contain a big secret.

Suddenly, his mind moved again and another idea popped up in his mind.

In the past, the reason why his magic could mutate was entirely due to his "Ghost Mysterious Root".

But now he is "Earth Profound Root".

He lost the "ghost mutation" of the "Ghost Mysterious Root", but possessed a terrifying soul. Can it be further deduced?

After a little thought, Song Yan analyzed in his mind: "If it was in the past, the time for a spell like "Silver Stream Sword Art" to undergo its first mutation would be about several decades, so I will try it for a hundred years first."

After a while.
Panel changes:

【Name: Song Yan】

【Shouyuan: 141/8633】

[Spell] "Silver Stream Sword Secret Technique - Shallow Stream Hidden Dragon" (completed) (first successful deduction)
Unprecedented panel changes appeared in front of Song Yan.

The "first mutation" became the "first successful deduction", and the lifespan consumed was only 6 years.

He sensed it carefully, and after a moment he suddenly understood the difference between now and before.

If "Ghost Xuangen" is a mutation, it is to build a high-rise building on the original spell, so that this high-rise building moves towards "devourment" and "illusion", thus becoming a more aggressive spell;

Then, the powerful spirits would deduce the original spells. They did not abandon the original spells, but went a step further. In layman's terms, it was a bit like the process of "The Thirteen Deadly Swords" deducing the Fourteenth and Fifteenth Swords" in a story that Song Yan had read before traveling through time.

The former becomes a new spell, while the latter digs deeper into the original spell.

As for other "functions", they still need to be explored.

Which one is better?

Song Yan was unable to comment, but the latter was clearly more suitable as "sect inheritance."

Because the powerful skills comprehended by the former are simply impossible for others to learn.

For example, the "Hundred Aspects of the Demonic Body" and the "Paper-Cutting Heavenly Palace", can anyone learn them?

But the latter is gradual and at least gives people hope.

Of course.
Song Yan has never been a person who likes to make multiple-choice questions.

He decided to find another dangerous place after the "Qianlong Meeting".

Zhang Han knows how to use the Soul Locking Formation and transform the "Ghost Mysterious Root", so there is no reason not to try, no reason not to "have the best of both worlds".

But all this must be discussed after he enters the ancient teleportation array.

While thinking about the "Qianlong Society", he spread his spiritual awareness.

Only the strong men in the Crimson Palace Realm could use the profound energy to conduct spiritual exploration, but now he could use it casually. Not only that, he was also in a state where "he could explore others, but others could not explore him".

There is no other reason, it's just that his spiritual power is too strong, it's an overwhelming power.

How could anyone find him?
It was because of this that he could easily spot Elder Ma, and Elder Ma didn't know he was coming until he saw him with his own eyes.

"The Qianlong Club cannot afford to fail this time. I must leave here as soon as possible and must not have any fluke mentality."

'Time is running out.'

brush!
Swipe!

Swish, brush, brush! !
Many eyes opened at the same time, and all of them were monks. Most of these monks were in the cave, staring into the darkness, receiving the same information, and then giving feedback separately.

Why is this possible?
It’s because they all have a purple palace clone of “my thoughts” planted in them.

That "I-thought" usually suppressed their own souls and affected their thoughts. Now, after an unknown amount of time, these people have already become slaves of Lord Zifu.

They work for Lord Zifu, and at critical moments, they can even have their bodies taken over by Lord Zifu. But their bodies are simply controlled, and they cannot inherit any extra power.

Of course, such a method actually requires some effort, but the Purple Mansion Master obviously doesn't care about this investment. It's just because there is something he values ​​very much on this land, and he is powerful enough.

These Zifu slaves reported the situation here one by one.

On the other side of the darkness, Zi Fu, whose face was immersed in darkness, listened silently.

After a long time, all the servants heard a sentence.

"It will take some time for me to get here, I'm afraid it's too late.

You write down the names of all the winners of Qianlonghui, find a way to get close to them, and then plant the Soul-Chasing Bug on each of them.

The soul-chasing insect was given by me, and it cannot be detected below the Purple Mansion.

Above the Purple Palace, it must be on oneself.

Of course, it would be best if you could establish a relationship with one of them, leave some contact information, and find out where he is going.

If someone is bothered by your proximity, write down their name.

Those who have achieved something this time, I will record your great merit and will certainly reward you handsomely in the future."

A voice flashed across the darkness.
Then, the owner of the voice picked out a few servants and asked them to take the tokens to the residence of an elder in their own sect. After the door was opened, the servants showed the tokens and the elders hurriedly welcomed them in.

No one knows that the true identities of these elders are ghosts.

The mysterious late Purple Mansion master collected a lot of Crimson Palace realm ghosts, and let these ghosts take over Lian Xuan's body. After that, he practiced step by step, turned back into the Crimson Palace realm, and successfully mixed into the high-level leaders of the "Five Major Sects" in the South.

Although there is mutual infiltration between the Mountain and Sea Monster Clan and the Ancient Clan, this person's methods are particularly cruel.

Normally, this great Purple Mansion master never asked questions to those minions, let alone issued orders to them.

And now, the first order appeared.

“If you find any elders around you behaving strangely or whose strength increases by leaps and bounds, plant soul-chasing insects in them.

Also, follow my instructions and wait for an opportunity to kill someone after the Qianlong meeting.

There is a high possibility that there is an old monster mixed in among those people.

You can't afford to offend.

However, as long as you find him and prevent him from going to the north through the ancient teleportation array, that will be enough.

Going to the north was his only way to survive.

How could I possibly let him do that?"

The elders of the various sects nodded frequently.

After a long time, the Purple Mansion began to ask some questions through the slaves, such as "If you gather all your strength, can you destroy the ancient teleportation array?"

But the result is always “probably not”.

Because now the ancient teleportation array is a strategic formation of the ancient country, and the purple mansion monks of the ancient country take turns to be in charge.

This is just like a general guarding the pass.

That "teleportation array" is their "gate".

The Purple Mansion cultivator is still here, how can the barrier be broken?
Song Yan tossed and turned on the stone bed.

He stared into the empty darkness, thinking from time to time.

He knew that the enemy he was facing this time was "a horrible monster born from the sea of ​​suffering", a monster that understood human hearts best and was best at arousing human desires.

Now, through the four evil beads on his soul, he could feel that the other party was coming here with all his strength.

Fortunately, it still takes time to cross the lonely smoke wilderness and reach this southern land.

The other party's attention is now all focused on him.

And what are the other party’s methods?
"Purple Mansion Servant."

"Ghost."

The demon monk who digested five-ninths of the Tiger King's clan naturally also possessed the power of "ghosts".

"If he allowed his minions to possess his body, after a hundred years, I'm afraid many of them would have entered the Crimson Palace realm. Maybe there are some in the Mojian Sect."

“I don’t know how they will do it.”

After thinking for a long time, Song Yan made up his mind.

"Since Qianlong will select talents for the ancient clans, then I will first find out which ancient clans they are."

"If there is an ancient Wuxiang clan, maybe I can try a new path."

“Although I can’t imitate high-end spells, I have no problem practicing the Xuan level. Plus the Wuxiang Mask, it is enough to prove my identity.”

The next morning, Song Yan came to the sword-training platform of Mo Jianmen.

This platform is located in a place with rich mysterious energy and beautiful scenery.

There are ancient carvings of mountains and rivers on the four sides of the stone tablet, which are very freehand and special. Even if ordinary people look at it, they feel as if they are there, relaxed and happy.

This sword-training platform is the distinctive feature of the Mojian Sect, and all disciples love to come here to practice.

One is the mysterious energy, and the other is the meaning of visualizing mountains and rivers.

Following his memory, Song Yan chose a place where Song Han usually sat, and sat cross-legged in meditation. He did not ask any questions, but just spread his spiritual sense, paying attention to any movements around him, and also paying attention to whether there were any abnormalities among the elders or disciples.

Soon, he found a disciple.

The disciple's name was Liu Man. He seemed to be quite talkative at this moment, asking who would be attending the Qianlong Club this year.

But, in Song Han's impression, the disciple named Liu Man was not usually such a talkative person.

Soon, Liu Man came to Song Yan, bowed, and said with a smile: "Junior Brother Song, are you going to the Hidden Dragon Meeting this year?"

Song Yan's eyes suddenly flashed with brilliance, and he said, "Who doesn't want to go?"

Liu Man smiled and said, "With your talent, you might be noticed by the elders of the ancient clan."

Song Yan said, "Senior Brother Liu, are you going?"

Liu Man said: "Of course."

After a brief conversation, the two separated, and Liu Man went to the next place with a look of urgency on his face.

Song Yan smiled coldly in his heart.

"You little bastard, with just this little ability, you want to be a scout?"
It would have been fine if he hadn't gotten the information, but he actually leaked the information and exposed his own purpose.'

There was a hint of caution in his eyes.

'But the demon monk reacts really quickly. It seems that anyone who wins the election of Qianlong Club this year will be targeted and hunted down endlessly.

Maybe the evil monk is even more ruthless. If he has a way to destroy the ancient teleportation array, he will definitely destroy it.

No, I have to find another way.'

for a long time
Song Yan thought to himself: "Although continuous possession of bodies will damage the essence of the soul, it is not impossible if I can bypass the Hidden Dragon Society by changing my identity and enter the ancient teleportation array in advance."

Just as he was thinking about it, his expression suddenly changed, because he saw auspicious clouds floating up, and everyone in the Mo Jian Sect, from the ancestor and the sect master to the elders, all stood up on their swords, as if they were going to greet someone.

Above the clouds, fairy music floated in the air. A female cultivator dressed as a goddess led the team, and three flying chariots followed behind.
The leader, the Mo Jian Sect's ancestor, said respectfully, "We respectfully welcome the envoy of the Ancient Clan."

Song Yan restrained his spiritual sense and just mingled with the disciples, looking up with his eyes.

Suddenly, a strange connection appeared in his consciousness.

The connection was formed between him and the last flying chariot.

This connection expanded rapidly, from being vague to being extremely firm.

Song Yan figured it out.

It’s the ancient blood slave symbol!
He never expected that the "Blood Slave Ancient Talisman" would actually be effective!

At this moment, the gauze curtain behind the last flying chariot was also lifted, and a beautiful lady poked her face out from inside, with a hint of fear flashing in her eyes. She looked down, as if looking for someone in the crowd.

A hundred years ago, she was just Xing'er from the Guisha Sect.

Now the mother has risen to a high position because of her son's status.

(End of this chapter)