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Chapter 192 191. First time entering Xingluo, meeting an old friend (8.5K words - long chapter, please subscribe)
Puppet Sect, more than two hundred years ago, the blood corpse of the early Purple Mansion stage. These words combined together immediately made Song Yan have associations.

This is an island on the East China Sea. To put it bluntly, the Xingluo Region is actually also in the East China Sea.

"Could it be that one of the elders of the Puppet Sect did not go to the Ancient Clan, but came to the East China Sea instead, accidentally discovered the blood corpse of Zhang Han that I had hidden, and then controlled it through corpse control techniques, and then went out to sea to establish the East China Sea Puppet Sect?"

Song Yan looked at the location marked on the map with interest and made a rough estimate in his mind.

The location is not far away and can be reached in more than a month if you hurry.

"Dragons have their own paths, and mice have their own ways. It's quite convenient for the Divine Infant monks out there. They can buy whatever they want with money."

While Song Yan was thinking, the tide had risen and the evening light on the water surface quickly became dim.

This is considered the inland area of ​​the sea. Although the energy from the underworld has invaded and water beasts are rampant, it has not yet affected this place.

Shallow waves covered Song Yan's ankles, and the sea breeze brought the unique freshness and humidity of water vapor.

Song Yan rolled up the map and was about to get up, but suddenly he seemed to remember something and narrowed his eyes.

'Yu Chitian himself actually had a lot of karma. He betrayed Xingluo Territory and defected to the Siren Clan, and was even able to go to the Void Ruins through the Siren's route.

He is at the early stage of Divine Infant realm, and this time he has successfully returned from the void ruins. Subsequent breakthroughs are just around the corner.

His identity and power will definitely attract a lot of attention.'

"But, that's Yu Chitian's karma, not mine. Why should I bear it for him? I don't need to use his identity to do anything."

'If that's the case, why should I be Yu Chitian?'

'He is just the ladder for me to jump out of the cage and leave the void. Now that I have walked out, why should I maintain this identity?'

Song Yan smiled casually, glanced at the cave behind him, cleaned it up quickly, then walked to the island here, shook his body, and changed into someone else's appearance and aura, then flew his sword into a rainbow, stepped on the moon and went away in the direction of the Puppet Sect.

A huge moon slowly rises from the end of the ocean, and the sea surface appears to be covered with golden scales, like a dancing yellow dragon.
The cold wind blew towards him, and Song Yan felt extremely relaxed. The many times he had danced on the tips of knives and walked alone in the abyss in the past had become a thing of the past. He felt as if the mountain on his back had been lifted, the ropes on his body had been untied, and the pairs of eyes staring at him had finally moved away.

He couldn't help but burst into laughter, and suddenly a sense of enlightenment arose in his mind: Without any shackles, one feels light and free. If one wants to be free, then one should not be involved in cause and effect.

But how can one be free if one retreats from the world and acts in a timid way?
To enter the world without being affected by cause and effect is the best.

More than half a month later.

Suddenly, a rainbow light appeared outside Yu Chitian's cave. It was a sea monster monk with a violent temperament, a shark head, and heavy blue armor. With every step he took, the earth shook.

The shark demon monk stopped in front of the cave and glanced behind him.

Hidden within the green waves is a more secretive and more powerful aura.

These two are both divine infant demon cultivators.

At this time, the two quickly communicated their thoughts.

“Yu Chitian joined my sea clan and surrendered with his blood and essence. I tricked him into taking an oath and then he entered my sea clan’s flesh and blood lamp.

As long as I shake the lamp, I can temporarily control its body. Similarly, if its body perishes, I will also know it.

Yu Chitian himself didn't know this.

However, when I came out of seclusion two days ago, I discovered that Yu Chitian's blood and essence in the flesh and blood lamp had dried up. Calculating the date, he should have died in the ruins of the void.

The person on the island now is not Yu Chitian, but just a monster wearing Yu Chitian's skin and pretending to be his identity.

King Shark, be careful, lure him out for negotiation and see if we can use him for our benefit.

If we can't come to an agreement, we will join forces to kill him."

The shark-headed demon cultivator replied in a muffled voice, "I'll go and see what this thing is."

After saying that, it raised its voice and said, "Daoist Fellow Chi Tian, ​​please come out and see me."

No one responded.

The shark-headed demon cultivator transmitted his thoughts, "Very alert."

Immediately, he said again: "Daoist Fellow Chi Tian, ​​please come out and see me!"

The sound was like thunder, making the entire island buzz.

But still no one responded.

The shark-headed demon cultivator quickly released his spiritual sense to investigate, but found that the cave was empty.

Just as it was about to move forward, the voice of the sea demon came from behind: "Be careful, the monster may have known the purpose of our visit. There are ways to conceal its spiritual awareness in the world. It may be hiding in the cave and planning a sneak attack."

The shark-headed demon cultivator snorted coldly and said, "You think a small cave can stop me? Daoist Fellow Chi Tian, ​​if you don't come out, I will raze your mountain to the ground!"

The voice rolled away, and there was still no response.

The shark-headed demon cultivator said no more. He flipped his hand and grabbed a huge iron anchor that was sparkling with ice crystals. With a wave of his hand, a strong wind and a tsunami arose, drawing the power of this world and pounding the cave on the distant mountain.

Bang!
Landslides and landslides!

The top of the mountain was smashed away like a small stone and fell into the sea. The scattered gravel and dust also fell away in the wind blown by the shark-headed demon cultivator.

There is no hiding place on this island anymore.

The shark-headed demon cultivator raised the anchor and prepared for battle.

But still no one.

for a long time
The shark-headed demon touched its slippery head in astonishment, blinking its fish eyes. After searching for a long time, it said in a strange tone: "Run away? This..."

Song Yan felt that he should have entered the edge of the Xingluo Domain.

His spiritual awareness was already powerful, and now that he had entered the late stage of the Divine Infant, he could exert it unscrupulously. Unless he encountered a stronger existence, he would not be discovered.

Suddenly, he saw a deserted island among the blue waves.

On the rocky beach at the edge of the deserted island, a man in yellow clothes was leaning against the stone wall with his head raised. It seemed that he had been dead only a few hours ago. Perhaps at the next high tide, his body would be swept into the sea and disappear from the world forever.

The male cultivator seemed to be holding something tightly in his hands and did not let go until his death.

Song Yan quickly landed on the ground and raised his hand to push it away.

The male cultivator loosened his palm, revealing a crystal pendant. There was no mysterious energy in the pendant, but there was a small portrait in the center. The portrait showed a girl with a sweet smile and charming eyes.

Song Yan was silent for a moment, and realized that it was nothing more than the situation of "the monk went out for various reasons, died tragically outside, could not return home, and missed his lover before dying."

He shook his head lightly, grabbed the crystal pendant, put it around the male cultivator's neck, then turned and left.

He wanted to find a monk of a low realm as a backup, because a low realm means weak cause and effect, but this monk had a lover, so he gave up after thinking about it.

After all, this is very troublesome.

The next day
Song Yan discovered several bodies of monks on an island.

The corpses were scattered all over the place, some had been dead for a long time, while others looked like they had just died.

He pulled out the soul of the newly dead monk, and after some questioning, he understood the whole story.

These cultivators lived in the same gathering place for independent cultivators. Most of them were at the ninth level of the Xuan realm, and the leader was at the early stage of the Jiang Palace realm. They agreed to go out for training together, and as a result, they escaped death from the pursuit of sea beasts, but encountered a poisonous insect deep in the island, and were subsequently killed tragically.

Song Yan shook his head again.

These people are all from the same place. If anyone returns alive, he will be questioned a lot, and then there will be endless cause and effect.

Suddenly, he paused, his heart moved slightly, and he couldn't help laughing, thinking to himself: "I have fallen into a misunderstanding. If this is a peaceful and prosperous era, I really need to find an identity.

But now is the era of dark disasters. If I were a casual cultivator, randomly made up an identity, and blended into a gathering place for cultivators at the Xuan level, who would be able to recognize me?

Borrowing someone else's identity is just like Yu Chitian did, just to use it temporarily to achieve the goal, there is no need to go deeper.'

Having figured this out, Song Yan stopped searching for new corpses along the way and stopped looking for a suitable identity. Instead, he began to try to understand the terrain and map of this place.

When he was in the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, he had a general understanding of the surrounding terrain.

On the mainland, the ancient tribe is in the north, and the mountain and sea monster tribe is in the south; in the sea, the sea monster tribe is everywhere, and the Xingluo Territory is a densely populated archipelago in the center of the sea.

There are so many islands, scattered around, probably hundreds of thousands of them. Among them are deserted islands, mining islands, magical flower and mysterious grass islands, sect islands, islands where monsters gather, and so on.

Actually, there were still unfinished causal relationships between the Ancient Clan and the Mountain and Sea Monster Clan, as well as treasures that he coveted, such as the Heavenly Supreme Secret Realm. The most important thing was to figure out where he was and the route back.

Large maps are indispensable.

This requires finding a market.

The Siren Clan has a Level 2 Xiuxuan City Square, so it stands to reason that the Xingluo Territory should have one as well.

This time, Song Yan plans to go look for it.

Of course, he is not alone.

Far away in the territory of the ancient clan, the corpse monster Song Yan is still in the mortal kingdom within the territory of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, pretending to be a casual cultivator and pretending to practice in an ordinary cave around the secret realm of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan's ancestral vein.

However, Song Yan, the corpse ghost, rarely goes out and does not take the initiative to inquire about the outside world. But if something big happens, he can know it in time.

Although he jumped out of the cage, the cause and effect relationship with the Wuxiang Ancient Clan was not completely severed. If he wanted to achieve perfection in the late stage of the Divine Infant, he needed to comprehend his own artistic conception.

The artistic conception is based on cause and effect, and we must always make a conclusion when there is a chance.

It’s just that the active and passive have changed.

A few days later.
A beam of light passed through the air, and Song Yan took out the "Puppet Sect Map" and took a look at it.

The Puppet Sect is not far ahead.

He slowed down, concealed his aura, and quietly landed on the sea surface. Then he spread his spiritual sense and quickly scanned the Puppet Sect on the distant island.

As a sect of corpse-refining demons, the Puppet Sect naturally could not be located on a large island in the Xingluo Region. Instead, it was just an isolated island in the remote area. If one wanted to purchase items, they had to leave the island.

Therefore, it was quite convenient for Song Yan to observe.

As a sect, the Puppet Sect should obviously have a sect formation to conceal detection, but for some reason, Song Yan did not feel any obstacles at this time.

He easily saw the sect on the island.

The sect is not big. It is located on a hill in the center of the island. There are winding viewing corridors outside and a sect building that looks like a mansion inside. However, the sect is actually empty.

The coffins of the corpses in the corpse refining room had all disappeared, none of the disciples that should have been in the sect were there, and there was no even the most basic defense.

Looking again, the black jade, black treasures, or other valuable items in the door were gone, as if it had been robbed, but there was no sign of fighting around it.

This was more like moving house or something else happening than a looting.

Song Yan felt really weird.

He withdrew his spiritual sense and landed in this deserted sect. His figure left an afterimage like a ghost, swaying from east to west.

As he walked, he suddenly felt a strange sense of familiarity and thought to himself: 'Why do I feel like I've lived here before?'

Song Yan stopped and stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at the clouds and mist and the rushing tide. Suddenly he remembered something.

'Isn't this the cave structure I have at the Paper Man Peak of the Puppet Sect?'

'That'

'It can't be such a coincidence, right? '

Song Yan suddenly remembered that among the people who might have appeared here more than two hundred years ago and were related to the Puppet Sect, in addition to the Puppet Sect's elder, there was another one.

The man who took the Puppet Sect inheritance he gave, cultivated to the Crimson Palace Realm in Nanwu Jianmen, and then went north, taking advantage of the chaos to kill the Jin royal family to avenge his people. Later, he was hunted down by the Mountain and Sea Monster Clan, and disappeared near the East China Sea.

That person was the little princess of Wei State—Cao Yuzhuang.

Song Yan walked into the cave again. When passing a wall, he had an idea and suddenly raised his hand to press it.

brush.
The mechanism was activated and the wall opened, revealing a quiet path leading to the cultivation cave inside.

Song Yan walked into the cultivation cave.

Inside there is a stone platform for cultivation, some wall lamps, an empty treasure rack, and
Song Yan's eyes quickly fell on a small shrine on the side wall.

There are two portraits hanging above the shrine.
She looked like a petite female cultivator: her hair was slightly tangled, with a black hairpin inserted diagonally. She was petite and delicate, yet quite majestic. She was wearing a black robe with a red edge, and her eyes were cold and deep.

One of them was a male cultivator, and that male cultivator looked like him!

On the shrine, the tablets of the ancestors are enshrined.

One of them reads: The ancestor of my clan is Cao’s jade makeup.

One of them reads: Our ancestor is Song Yan.

The incense burner was filled with soot and gave off a stale smell. It was obvious that no one had offered sacrifices there for some time.

Song Yan never expected to see his own memorial tablet here.

He changed his mind and realized that in Cao Yuzhuang's heart he had indeed been dead for a long time.

Song Yan was silent for a long time, with mixed feelings. He raised his hand and stroked the face of the person in the painting. If he had not fled in a hurry, he might have had to use the ancient teleportation array to go to the north. At that time, he should have gone to the ancient tribe in the north with Miss Yuzhuang, Su Yao, and An Li to develop and fight.

He would not go to the State of Chu, would not meet Feng Chengzi, would not be involved in the secret realm of the King of Hell, and would not stay on the edge of the Sea of ​​Bitterness for a hundred years. After he came out, he was chased by the evil monk, and then he was targeted by the Ancestor Wuxiang, who wanted to take advantage of him.

Life is so difficult. If there weren't so many ifs, the girl in the portrait would have become one of his wives.

Song Yan took out the spare incense on the shrine, raised his hand and touched it, and the incense was lit.

He inserted the incense into the incense burner and watched the smoke drifting up and down, shrouding the face of the master in the painting. He reached out and touched the lines blurred by the smoke, and said softly, "You thought I was dead, and before you left, you must have thought you were going to look for me in the underworld.

Well, this is fine.

I am different now than I was then, and so are you.

Even if we really meet, it may not be possible to continue our fate.

But now, you have left your best side, the side that I miss the most, and the side that touches my heart the most in my heart forever, making time stop at this moment forever and never change. "

With a long sigh, Song Yan suddenly felt something in his heart and looked into the distance.

In the distance, a female cultivator was flying with a banner, coming here. She was wearing a black robe with red edges, carrying a dark coffin taller than a person. The banner under her feet contained a faint earthy aura. Song Yan knew at a glance that it was a banner commonly used by the disciples of the Blood Corpse Peak of the Puppet Sect. Flying sand and rocks, blood corpses killing people, this method was already very primitive to him.

The female cultivator hurriedly landed at the sect gate. She smelled the scent of incense after a little sniff. She was startled for some reason and crossed her hands, bowed respectfully, and said in a trembling voice, "I wonder which senior is here?"

No one responded.

The female cultivator said anxiously, "Sister Zhang has already taken all the blood corpses to the auction on Tianli Island. No matter where you got the information from, if you want blood corpses, you might as well go to Tianli Island to have a look. The auction will be held in a month.

Oh, that's right. The sect master sister is with Master Lin of Baiqiao Sect. After this, the sect master sister will not come back, but will go to Baiqiao Sect with Master Lin."

She spoke hurriedly and bowed repeatedly, showing that she was extremely scared.

But after a long time, she didn't see any movement, so she stood up again, walked carefully into the sect, and then entered the training room.

Inside the room, the incense had burned more than halfway, but the person was gone.

Song Yan stood quietly in the distance.

The performance of this female cultivator had already given him a rough idea of ​​the current situation of the Puppet Sect.

The Puppet Sect may have lost its protection in the turmoil of interests due to the catastrophe of heaven and earth, and there was a blood corpse in the late Purple Mansion stage in its sect, so it was coveted by others. Yu Chitian was originally one of the many potential coveters.

Therefore, the descendants of Miss Yuzhuang decided to go all out and sell the blood corpse at an auction, and then joined the Baiqiao Sect and lived under their roof.

As for the female cultivator, she probably regarded him as an evil cultivator who wanted to kill people and steal treasures, so she was so frightened. She explained the whole story and brought up the support of the Baiqiao Sect.

As for the Baiqiao Sect, Song Yan had vaguely heard of it on the way here. It should be a large sect in the Xingluo Domain. There is a late-stage Divine Infant master in the sect, which is considered to be extremely impressive.

After Song Yan broke through to the late stage of the Divine Infant, he realized how terrifying it would be to be a late stage Divine Infant who "sits in one place". A long time in charge means that the harmony between him and the world he is in is increasing day by day. If others come to his place, even if they are stronger, they cannot win. It is because the world has been integrated and controlled by him. In a moment, he can take away the power of the world that you can use. The increase and decrease of one is terrifying.

Ancestor Ning Xin is, after all, an old devil pretending to be young.

We are sweet and in love with each other, but I am really going to cheat you.

But was Ancestor Ning Xin wrong?
She's not wrong.

She did all this for the Wuxiang Ancient Clan.

On the contrary, it would be outrageous if she sided with herself and betrayed the ancestor.

"Tianli Island? Let's go check it out."

Song Yan made up his mind, so he stood a little further away and began to wait.

About a few days later, several cultivators emitting evil spirits really came from the Puppet Sect, and the leader was actually in the early Purple Mansion stage.

The female cultivator who stayed behind begged for mercy for a long time, explained the whole story, and then took those evil cultivators to Tianli Island.

Song Yan changed his appearance and aura and followed directly.

A few days later.
Sweet Island.

The island is crescent-shaped, and there are many spiritual fish in the surrounding waters. This is a "resource island" under the Baiqiao Sect. Because of the trading of spiritual fish, it is also considered a "trading island". As more and more monks come here, it has become a local market of the sect.

This island supports bartering, and you can also use Xuanyu and Baiqiao Sect contribution points to purchase items.

The “contribution point purchase” can be said to be a great advantage for the Baiqiao Sect, because the sect has the final say on how many contribution points are issued.

The procedures for entering the island were not complicated. After Song Yan simply explained that he was a casual cultivator from the surrounding area, he entered the island.

After strolling around for a while, although there were quite a few elixirs, treasures and spells, there was nothing worth looking at.

As for maps, there are only those of some surrounding public waters and islands. Those farther away need to be purchased from larger cities.

The Xiuxuan Domain is extremely large, especially on the sea. Without a map, it is normal to get lost easily.

Song Yan paid some black jade as a deposit in exchange for an auction ticket, and then waited quietly for the auction to begin.

The next day
Noon.

The auction begins.

The presiding monk introduced the items in a vivid and moving voice, while monks dressed in the uniforms of Baiqiao Sect disciples came up with the auction items one by one.

Although these auction items were rare, Song Yan could only yawn as he looked at them.

During the fifth round, he sniffed and smelled a faint smell of blood coming from a distance.

Some of the evil cultivators who entered the venue also had their eyes shining.

On the stage, the presiding monk said loudly: "The items to be auctioned are quite special. I'm afraid the righteous monks will not be interested in them at all, but they are treasures for some demonic monks."

After that, he slowly stepped aside and said with a smile: "This item is quite special, let's ask Puppet Sect Master Cao Yunfei to speak for himself."

As soon as he finished speaking, a female cultivator walked out from behind.

The female cultivator named Cao Yunfei was petite and delicate. Although her eyes were gloomy, her expression revealed a fatigue and haste that could not be concealed at all. She raised her hand and waved, and three pitch-black coffins fell on the stage.

Cao Yunfei looked around vigilantly and said loudly: "My fellow Taoists, if you have heard of the name of my Puppet Sect, you should know that my sect is very good at refining corpses."

Before he finished speaking, an evil cultivator in the venue shouted, "I just want to ask you one question. Is the late Purple Mansion Sect Guardian Blood Corpse in these three coffins?"

Cao Yunfei's expression remained unchanged as he said, "The information you have is outdated. Our sect's blood corpse went through a great battle and was damaged. It has now fallen to the early stage of the Purple Mansion, and today is also among them."

"The early stage of Purple Mansion? Who are you kidding?" The evil cultivator snorted coldly.

Cao Yunfei didn't say much. He just raised his hand and the three coffins opened one after another.

With a creaking sound, two auras of the early stage of Crimson Palace and one of the early stage of Purple Mansion instantly dissipated.

Song Yan was watching calmly at first, but at this moment his pupils suddenly shrank, because the coffin that exuded the aura of the early Purple Mansion did not contain Zhang Han, but a female corpse. The corpse turned out to be Cao Yuzhuang.

His eyes were tightly closed and his cheeks were pale, making him look like a porcelain doll. His body was covered in a blood-red silk robe, and behind him was a flying sword wrapped in blood.

Cao Yunfei looked at the bloody corpse, with a hint of reluctance in her eyes, but then she became indifferent.

An old man in a black robe who was sitting down suddenly said, "This blood corpse is not bad, at least it looks good. She should have been a decent female cultivator when she was alive. But the flesh and blood are not strong enough. If I am not mistaken, this was nurtured by the acquired secret technique and temporarily raised to the early stage of Purple Mansion, right? You said that this is the blood corpse of the late Purple Mansion of your sect that fell to a lower level? Ha, what a joke."

Cao Yunfei looked at the old man and recognized him as the well-known demon cultivator "Cold-blooded Old Demon" Hong Qingsang in the surrounding sea areas. His realm had entered the late Purple Mansion realm, and his attack method was extremely strange. It was said that each thought added together could have an additional amplification effect.

Her pupils shrank slightly, and she bowed respectfully and said, "Greetings, Senior Hong."

Hong Qingsang said: "Since you know me, you should know why I came here. I want your late Purple Mansion blood corpse."

Cao Yunfei gritted her teeth.

At this moment, a young man in purple robe beside Hong Qingsang looked at the corpse that looked like a porcelain doll. Suddenly, his eyes flashed with lust, and then he moved closer to him.

Hong Qing looked doting despite his sad face.

The two whispered a few words.

Hong Qingsang pointed at Cao Yuzhuang's bloody corpse and said, "My grandson likes this corpse. Let me tell you, I'll take your Sect Guardian Purple Mansion corpse and this corpse together. Name a price and I'll take them both."

Cao Yunfei lowered his head and said nothing.

Hong Qing exuded a mournful aura.

Cao Yunfei suppressed her fear and turned her head to look to the other side.

Over there, a handsome young man stepped down from the high platform. He bowed slightly to Hong Qingsang and said, "Old Hong, I am Lin Huan from Baiqiao Sect. My father is the second elder of Baiqiao Sect. Please, for my father's sake, don't... don't."

The young man who called himself Lin Huan suddenly felt a strong sense of oppression. His teeth chattered uncontrollably and he could not even speak.

At this moment, a breath of air came from the sky.

Lin Huan finally felt a little more comfortable.

He raised his head, looked at the man in white robes on the platform, and said happily, "Third Uncle."

The man in white robe just said calmly: "Trading ground, you still don't allow Mr. Hong to talk about business? My Baiqiao Sect is a famous and upright sect, so it's better to get rid of things like blood corpses as soon as possible."

Hong Qingsang laughed and bowed, saying, "Mr. Lin San is still sensible!"

Lin Huan hesitated for a moment, then suddenly looked at Cao Yunfei and said, "Yunfei, since you want to be with me, why don't you just take out all the blood corpses and sell them to Mr. Hong."

Cao Yunfei felt dizzy and looked at his Taoist partner in disbelief.

Song Yan watched this scene with interest.

He was a careful observer and had already seen something deeper between the brows of these people.

Mr. Lin San was obviously in cahoots with Hong Qingsang, and Lin Huan must have been told as well, so he put on a show just to help Hong Qingsang obtain the Purple Mansion Blood Corpse.

Song Yanwei thought for a moment, and suddenly a thought flew out, landing silently on Cao Yunfei's brow, and then he said directly: "Kid, don't make a sound."

Cao Yunfei was stunned. Although her realm was only the late Crimson Palace, she knew about this kind of method. She was able to release this thought silently without being noticed by the masters on the scene. The person who spoke was at least in the late Purple Mansion stage, and might even have entered the Divine Infant stage.

She immediately tried to respond in her mind, saying, "Senior, please speak."

Song Yan said: "I speak, you answer."

"Yes."

"First, who refined this female cultivator's blood corpse?"

Cao Yunfei was stunned and was still thinking, but Song Yan already knew the answer.

His thoughts entered the mind of this little fellow who had entered the Purple Palace. As long as he could draw out the other party's memories of the matter by asking, he would naturally be able to get a glimpse of the truth without the other party having to answer.

He originally thought that it was "the tradition of the Demon Sect, Cao Yunfei refined the master", or "Cao Yunfei refined Cao Yuzhuang into a blood corpse after her death in order to strengthen the strength of the sect", but the result was neither of them.
The blood corpse of Miss Yuzhuang was refined by herself. In order to sufficiently enhance her power after death, she had even started preparing while she was still alive.

He read scenes of memories from Cao Yunfei's mind.

He saw Cao Yunfei, who was still a young girl, kneeling down in front of Miss Yuzhuang and crying, begging her not to take those drugs anymore. Miss Yuzhuang sternly said, "Since we are the Puppet Sect and are good at refining corpses, we should not waste the corpses of any masters, including me and you. Only in this way can we survive in this cruel world!"

Cao Yunfei cried, “If Patriarch Song were here, he would definitely not want you to be like this.”

The young lady in jade makeup was silent for a moment, then said, "Your Patriarch Song is extremely talented and ruthless. If it were him, he would definitely agree with me."

Cao Yunfei didn't know that her memory had been spied on and was still trying to organize her words. Because she didn't know who this senior who suddenly delivered the message was, she didn't dare to talk to him.

Song Yan directly asked the second question: "What kind of person are you, Patriarch Song?"

Cao Yunfei was stunned.

But Song Yan saw the memory flashing through her mind again.

The young lady in jade makeup held a candle in the cave, ground ink, and lovingly painted his appearance on the paper stroke by stroke.

Cao Yunfei, who was still a little girl, asked in a baby voice: "Master, who is this?"

The young lady in jade makeup said: "Your other ancestor, his surname is Song, his name is Yan. He taught me many things.

At first I didn’t understand him, but when I got my revenge and was chased by demons, and then fled to the East China Sea, I realized he was right.”

Cao Yunfei asked in a childish voice: "What about Patriarch Song?"

Young lady Yuzhuang said, "He has gone to a very far place. But one day, Master will go to find him. When Master finds him, Master can be with him forever."

She had a gentle look on her face, the candle wax crackled, Yuzhuang raised her brush and focused on marking the boy's pupils on the painting, then they stared at each other for a long time, not wanting to look away.

Cao Yunfei laughed and said, "Shame on you, Master, you have no shame!"

At that time, Cao Yunfei obviously didn't know what Miss Yuzhuang said: "Going to a very far place means death."
For a moment, Song Yan's thoughts suddenly flew far away, to hundreds of years ago when he was still at Paper Man Peak.

He then asked the third question through telepathy: "What do you want?"

Before he could answer, he had already gotten the answer: the catastrophe of heaven and earth had come, and what Cao Yunfei wanted was to exchange for a chance at Xuan Xin in order to break through the Purple Mansion and almost protect the Puppet Sect.

Because of this, she reluctantly took out her master's blood corpse to pretend to be Zhang Han, in order to divert the attention of those who coveted it and to auction it for opportunities. Zhang Han's blood corpse is more powerful and more important to the rise of the Puppet Sect.

Revitalizing and protecting the Puppet Sect is also Cao Yuzhuang's wish.

Everything is clear.

Suddenly, he heard Lin Huan still nagging Cao Yunfei, and frowned when he saw the purple-robed youth staring at Xueshi Yuzhuang with lustful eyes, and Hong Qingsang with a bad look.

All this brought him back to reality.

The next moment.
A terrifying and heavy aura of a divine infant directly enveloped the place. Song Yan slowly stood up, took out a piece of black and yellow substance the size of a pigeon egg and handed it to Cao Yunfei. Then he raised his hand and closed the lid of the coffin of the Blood Corpse Yuzhuang, and then took it from the air.

In an instant, the auction fell silent.

In another moment, Mr. Lin San, who was watching from a high place, bowed down and said respectfully, "Greetings, Senior."

Hong Qingsang was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly hunched over and said, "Hello, senior."

Song Yan said calmly: "That piece of Xuanhuang material is enough for her to sit in Xuanxin for a hundred years, right?"

Mr. Lin San looked at the pigeon egg-sized golden substance in shock, carefully identified it, and then nodded ecstatically, saying: "Yes! Yes! Of course!!!"

Song Yan said: "If that's the case, then it's a deal. I'll leave a thought in her mind. If she dies, I'll be able to see it."

After saying that, he looked at Mr. Lin San and smiled faintly, "Little guy, you don't want to cause trouble and bring powerful enemies to the sect, right? Don't force me to massacre this place."

Mr. Lin San felt this terrifying aura.

Even the sect's patriarch cannot match this kind of aura.

And being able to take out the mysterious yellow substance at will, this mysterious strong man has reached an unknown level of terrifying power.

He nodded hastily.

Song Yan put his hands behind his back, flew into the air, and left. No one dared to stop him.

Cao Yunfei was already stunned, but the next moment she was extremely happy because she knew that she had gotten more than what she wanted.

She shouted in her mind with joy: "Senior, do you know Master?"

But there was no answer.

She continued to speak, but still no response.

(End of this chapter)