The crazy uncle-master went on a killing spree, and the whole sect was burned to death!

Chapter 749 Naturally, they are your kind.
The cultivators who spoke were all at the Human Immortal level, suggesting they had ascended not long ago.

No matter how unfathomable a person may be in the lower realms, once they reach a higher level, they will return to the lowest state.

So when people hear about such a good thing, many choose to try their luck.

Of course, some cultivators were quite dismissive of this.

Sure enough, when Song Wanning arrived, she heard someone shout, "It's just an ordinary lake, why is it called a blessing from God?"

"No one has ascended to the realm of gods in thousands of years. Where have all the blessings gone?"

His words attracted the attention of many people.

Actually, everyone just wanted good luck, but after he pointed it out like that, they were holding the lake water in their hands, unsure whether to drink it or pour it out.

It seemed rather awkward.

But the attendant disciple beside him continued to scoop up lake water without changing his expression, and calmly replied, "Whether you believe it or not is up to you."

"If you're not going to drink, please move back a bit so you don't block the way for the people behind you."

As she spoke, she took out a jade bowl, filled it with lake water, and handed it to the cultivator behind her.

They completely ignored the monk who was speaking.

The man was somewhat annoyed at being ignored like this.

"What do you mean? Am I not telling the truth?"

"Only a fool would believe that this thing can grant ascension to the realm of gods!!"

He offended everyone present with his words.

Everyone's faces immediately turned ugly, and they really wanted to smash the bowls in their hands at him.

Upon hearing this, the attendant disciple's eyes darkened, and with a single glance, a group of law enforcement disciples rushed out and restrained the man.

"Follow us!"

They dragged him away.

"What are you trying to do? Are you saying that people aren't allowed to tell the truth?"

The man finally panicked and started shouting.

The attendant disciple sneered, "Fellow Daoist, you're overthinking it. We're just asking you to leave."

Having said that, the enforcement disciple threw the man out, sealing off any chance he might have to come back in.

Seeing him leave, everyone's expressions softened slightly; after all, no one likes being called stupid.

Song Wanning kept an eye on the attendant disciple the whole time, and with a flicker of her eyes, she chose to join the queue.

Many people, driven by curiosity, wait until they get their hands on the lake water, but don't drink it immediately.

However, a small number of people took the bowl and drank it all in one gulp, even shouting for a few more bowls.

Soon, it was Song Wanning's turn.

When the attendant disciple saw Song Wanning, his attitude immediately softened, and he asked with a smile, "What color jade bowl does Fellow Daoist prefer?"

As he spoke, more than a dozen jade bowls of different colors appeared before his eyes.

Let them choose.

Song Wanning didn't react much. She casually chose a light blue one, and the attendant immediately put away the other jade bowls and presented Song Wanning with a full bowl of light blue jade bowl.

"Thank you."

Song Wanning thanked him, took the jade bowl, and went to the side.

The attendant glanced at her, then immediately looked away and went back to fetching water for the others.

However, others did not have the privilege of choosing a jade bowl, and some people were dissatisfied and asked why.

The attendant disciple simply smiled and said, "Of course, the beauty receives some preferential treatment..."

Even those who were dissatisfied calmed down after seeing Song Wanning's face; in this respect, they were indeed no match for her.

He could only walk away, carrying his own bowl.

Song Wanning stood to the side, holding the bowl, and curiously examined the lake water inside.

The Bodhi Tree Spirit whispered, "There is the aura of the Dao in this lake."

"But it's not obvious."

The Bodhi tree is a tree of enlightenment, and it is extremely familiar with the essence of the Tao.

There are indeed some special features in this lake, but not many.

Upon hearing this, Song Wanning raised an eyebrow in surprise. She had thought it was just a gimmick, but it turned out to be true. However, as she examined the bowl, she suddenly felt that something was off about it.

But upon closer inspection, nothing seemed amiss.

Her expression darkened slightly, and she directly transferred the lake water into her inner world.

The Bodhi tree spirit directly absorbed all the lake water.

The jade bowl was now empty. She carefully changed her angle to examine it and finally saw a thin thread wrapped around the bottom of the bowl, forming a strange semicircle.

She probed with her divine sense and a human face appeared before her.

Although it was only a fleeting moment, it startled Song Wanning.

The image shows a man, shirtless, tied to a dark frame.

His hair was completely white, and his eyes were tightly closed. Even though his face was covered in blood, it could not hide his stunningly beautiful appearance.

Looking at his upper body, countless insects were crawling around, seemingly gnawing at his flesh.

Who is this?

Song Wanning frowned and looked again, but the scene was gone!
This jade bowl...

And that attendant disciple...

What is the connection between these two?
Song Wanning was filled with doubt. She looked up at the attendant disciple, and after a moment, she followed the other cultivators out.

She stayed at a nearby inn, standing by the window and looking down, keeping a close eye on the movements of the attendant disciple.

This wait lasted for half a month.

The attendant disciples finally changed shifts.

He changed into black clothes and walked out of the courtyard.

Song Wanning, who was standing in the room, followed after seeing this.

She only stopped when her attendant entered a courtyard.

She first had the dragon spirit sense whether there were any other cultivators lying in ambush nearby. After confirming that there were none, she leaped into the courtyard.

As if they had known Song Wanning would come, the accompanying disciples were already sitting on reclining chairs in the courtyard, leisurely drinking tea.

Seeing Song Wanning enter, a smile appeared on his lips, and he looked up at her.

"I knew you were coming."

Song Wanning landed from mid-air and stood at a distance, smiling, "I knew you would wait for me."

"Ha ha……"

The man immediately laughed.

"As expected of a genius from the Wuji Sect, his courage is also stronger than that of ordinary cultivators."

"I'm quite curious how you advanced to Earth Immortal in such a short time. It's truly enviable."

The man sized up Song Wanning's cultivation level, a shadowy glint flashing in his eyes.

Song Wanning's expression remained unchanged, but her guard deepened.

This person knows his identity; could he be an intruder who has awakened his consciousness?
"He advanced in rank simply by killing a few people."

"Others probably can't learn this."

She stepped forward and sat down on the chair on the other side.

"That jade bowl, you gave it to me on purpose, didn't you?"

"I want to know who that person is."

Song Wanning stared intently at the man with sharp eyes, her gaze revealing a fierce edge.

An intense pressure poured down on the man, yet he continued to smile.

"who is it?"

"Hehehe..."

The man burst out laughing as he spoke.

A wicked laugh echoed throughout the courtyard.

"That person is naturally one of your kind."

These words immediately created a tense atmosphere in the courtyard.