Xianhong Road

Chapter 497
Half a month later, in Yuyang Kyoto, an unremarkable young man blended into the streets of bustling Kyoto.

Yang Fan is very ordinary in his attire, and his eyes glance at the mortals coming and going around him from time to time.

After nearly 30 years, these mortals have experienced spring, summer, autumn and winter, birth, old age, sickness and death, new life, death of life, and death of illness.

Old faces replaced by new ones, generation after generation.

Yang Fan walked slowly, listening to the noise in his ears, he found that everything would gradually go away from him.

About half an hour later, according to the impression in his memory, he came to the location of Xianhong Medical Center.

The first thing he did when he came to Kyoto, he wanted to see the Immortal Cultivation Medical Center he opened.

However, when he walked to a familiar position, his body froze suddenly.

Raising his head, he quietly looked at the top of the medical hall.

Originally, there should be a plaque here, which was inscribed by him himself.

However, at this moment, above the front of the medical hall, it was empty and there was nothing there.

Deserted and depressed.

Not only that, but there was nothing in the hospital.

Yang Fan's face turned cold, and he walked slowly into the medical hall.

The medical hall was in a mess, and some bloodstains and traces of fighting could be seen.

It's just that he didn't see a dead body.

"Why did this happen? In Wuliu Town, the Xianhong Medical Center was only suppressed, but not really attacked."

Yang Fan suppressed the anger in his heart and calmly analyzed it.

Afterwards, he went to the third and fourth floors of the medical building.

The result was still the same, empty.

"Who did it? Ghost Illusion Sect? Qingyuan Sect? Demon Yang Sect or Three Demons Sect?"

Yang Fan slowly walked down the stairs.

The current situation in Yuyang Country is extremely complicated, and he can't tell why.

Swish!

Not long after, a figure flashed in from outside, kneeling in front of Yang Fan.

"Report to the lord, three days ago, the cultivator of Ghost Huanmen killed all the pharmacists and apprentices of Xianhong Medical Hall, only Cang Yun escaped by chance."

A spy report from the Dark Blood Dynasty.

"Ghost Phantom Sect?" Yang Fan fell into deep thought, and after a long time, he said, "Order to increase the supervision and penetration of the 'Demon Yang Sect' and the 'Three Demon Sects'."

"Yes."

The figure flickered and disappeared immediately.

Before the secret agent left, there was a trace of doubt in his eyes. The current enemy is obviously the Ghost and Illusion Sect. Why not supervise it, but increase the supervision of "Demon Yang Sect" and "Three Demon Sects"?

Yang Fan stood in front of the Xianhong Medical Center, took a deep breath, and looked up at the sky.

He seemed to see the invisible cloud covering the entire Yuyang country.

"Old Devil Sanyou, you are stronger than I expected. I haven't seen you for 30 years. I didn't expect you to overwhelm the sky in Yuyang Country. What kind of conspiracy are you still planning?"

Yang Fan stood there for a long time, and then entered the Xianhong Medical Center.

After that, no one saw him come out of Xianhong Medical Center again.

Half a day later, two sneaky figures walked into the Xianhong Medical Center, only to find that there was no one there.

late at night.

King Yan's Mansion in Kyoto.

A pale yellow figure emerged from the ground like a ghost.

In the root extension stage, integrating the power of the essence of the earth, the earth escape technique is like a fish in water, with ease.

Unless he encounters very special mineral vein materials, Yang Fan can roam the earth almost unhindered, even ignoring mana consumption.

Even at night, King Yan's study was still as bright as day.

Yang Fan sighed softly, passed through a layer of wall, and merged into the ground again.

in the study.

King Yan was wearing a dark purple robe, his face was slightly wrinkled, and his beard was gray. He was looking at a book.

Suddenly, a faint shadow appeared on his desk.

"Who?" King Yan let out a low cry, turned around suddenly, and punched him.

"Hehe, my lord, please stay safe."

The man raised his hand casually and grabbed his wrist.

Immediately, King Yan couldn't move, and couldn't even exert any strength.

"It's you..." King Yan couldn't help being surprised when he saw the appearance of the visitor.

Yang Fan let go of his hand, leaned casually on the bookshelf, and sighed softly: "My lord, we have been separated for nearly 30 years, and we have always been good."

"Yang Yaoshi, look at this king, will he live well?"

King Yan said bitterly.

"Yes." Yang Fan looked at King Yan's eyes and sighed.

At this moment, Yu Wenlie looked like an old man in his fifties with a gray beard, who was as powerful as he was back then.

"On the other hand, Yaoshi Yang, who hasn't seen him for decades, his appearance has not changed at all, and Qin Chun will live forever, which makes me and other mortals really envious."

Yan Wang looked complicated, and looked at Yang Fan with a little envy.

"Hehe, will the prince be an ordinary mortal?"

Yang Fan smiled, a little undeniable.

He has long known that King Yan, like Wushuang, is both a martial artist and a type of cultivator.

What's more, these two people have some relationship with the mysterious Martial Saint of Yuyang Kingdom.

King Yan is a disciple of Wu Sheng.

"It's a pity that my cultivation has not improved for many years, and I have lost faith in my heart. I have already declined to the level of a mortal innate warrior."

King Yan said bitterly and powerlessly.

Yang Fan understood that when King Yan competed with Wushuang, he was surpassed little by little, leaving a shadow in his heart, and his artistic conception gradually declined.

The existence of martial arts is even rarer than that of immortals. Even Yang Fan only has a half-knowledge, he only knows to use martial arts to enter the Tao, and pursues the shattering of the void and the ultimate principles of martial arts.

"My lord, I came to you this time to ask about Guan Xin'er's whereabouts. She has been away for so many years, has she never returned?"

Yang Fan asked with a serious expression.

The experiences of Yu Wenxin and her younger sister Huixin are very similar, they were also taken away by strange people.

The former is due to having the "Nine Suspension Profound Veins", and Yang Fan is still unclear about the reason for the latter.

But from Yang Huixin's attention, it can be seen that she should have gone to the Great Qin Dynasty, and she was not in danger, and even lived a good life.

"Although Xin'er's whereabouts are unknown, ten years ago, a mysterious fairy teacher brought a letter and a letter-passing talisman. The letter-passing talisman was left for Yaoshi Yang, and this king has kept it for 20 years. "

After Yan Wang said this, he walked to a certain place in the study and knocked a few times.

squeak squeak~~
Under the study, a dark secret passage appeared.

King Yan went down, took out a black box, took out the key, and opened it.

Soon, he took out a white jade messenger talisman.

Yang Fan took the messenger talisman and injected mana slightly, the light curtain flickered in front of his eyes, and the handwriting could be faintly seen.

After a while, Yang Fan let out a long breath and put away the messenger talisman.

"May I ask Yaoshi Yang, where is Xin'er?" King Yan asked.

Yang Fan asked in surprise, "Didn't Xiner leave you a letter? Didn't you mention this?"

"Yes." Yan Wang nodded: "Xin'er said in her heart that she has already embarked on the road of star divination, and she has become a cultivator of immortality. She is well now, but she cannot come back easily."

"I do know where Xin'er is." Yang Fan said.

"Where is she?" King Yan asked nervously.

"It's far, far away." Yang Fan's gaze was cast in the direction of the extreme north, which was very meaningful.

"How far is it?"

"At the speed of ordinary cultivators, it takes thousands of years of flying to get there, and there are many hardships and dangers on the way. Moreover, even if you can reach the destination, you have to accept the influence of the cruel environment."

Yang Fan sighed.

When King Yan heard this, his eyes trembled and his expression dimmed.

"That place is called 'Extreme North' by the cultivators." Yang Fan said in a strange tone, looking to the north.

The extreme north, in the northernmost part of Dongsheng Continent, is far, far away.

There is also a place Yang Fan will consider going in the future.

In the land of Northern Qin, there is no "Tianyi Soul Water". In order to find this thing and resurrect his father, the extreme north, the inner sea, and the Great Qin are all places that Yang Fan will consider in the future.

"Yang Yaoshi, I'm afraid I won't have the chance to see Xin'er in this lifetime. But you are a cultivator with extraordinary supernatural powers. If you have the opportunity to see her in the future, you must help to convey...you are doing well for your father."

At the end of King Yan's speech, the old man burst into tears.

"Okay, I promise you." Yang Fan looked solemn.

Seeing King Yan who was crying at this moment, he couldn't help but think of his father.

Even though Queen Yan was decadent and sad for half of her life, what he wanted Yang Fan to convey was so touching.

"...lived well for my father"

These words seemed to touch Yang Fan's heart.

He made up his mind that no matter how high the price is, he must find "Tianyi Soul Water" and resurrect his father who died for him.

That night, Yang Fan bid farewell to King Yan, and he did not forget to leave some elixir that would be useful to him.

Afterwards, he sneaked into the earth again, and arrived at the Yuwen family unimpeded all the way.

Without much effort, Yang Fan found Patriarch Yuwen.

"Your Majesty, you are finally here."

The Yuwen family showed surprise and bowed long.

"Do you know about the Xianhong Medical Center?" Yang Fan's face was indifferent.

"This..." Patriarch Yuwen sweated coldly on his forehead: "The subordinates know about it, but they are really helpless. In front of the Ghost Huanmen, we have no power to resist. We know each other, maybe my Yuwen family will be wiped out too."

Yang Fan stood where he was, pacing quietly.

The Yuwen family was uneasy and full of guilt: "It's all because of the inability of the subordinates to stop it."

"I don't mean to blame you." Yang Fan said lightly.

"How does the king plan to deal with the matter of the ghost gate?"

Patriarch Yuwen let out a long sigh of relief and asked.

"Hmph." Yang Fan sneered, "This is just 'Sanyou Old Demon' throwing stones to ask for directions."

"He wants to test your attitude, the king?" Patriarch Yuwen was stunned.

"This Sanyou old devil has already covered the sky with one hand in Yuyang country, but he is still so cautious? If he really wants to attack me, he must not attack the Xianhong Medical Center. I am afraid that he has already killed Yangjiabao and Wuliu Town. Wupan Mountain."

Yang Fan looked solemn, and immediately sneered and said, "That's fine, since he's throwing stones to ask for directions, then it's my turn."

A cold murderous intent filled the room.

"Your Majesty, do you want to..." Patriarch Yuwen trembled slightly: "This Ghost Illusion Sect is a top-notch sect, and there are even new Nascent Soul experts in recent years."

"What kind of first-class faction is just a chess piece of Sanyou old devil." Yang Fan said mockingly

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