I've already become an immortal lord, and only now is the spiritual energy reviving?

A strong north wind blew in the backyard, swirling withered leaves on the ground.

Yang Danhe stood on the steps, his face as calm as still water, and handed over a simply made storage bag.

"Take it."

The old man's voice was calm: "The young lady instructed me to pass this on to you."

Xu Si accepted the gift with both hands, feeling a cool sensation upon touching it. He bowed in thanks, then turned and left without further delay.

I took it.

Suddenly, a figure in snow-white robes appeared in the deserted moon gate.

"Xu Zhenchuan seems to be in a hurry; where is he headed?"

"Buzz!"

Upon seeing this, Yang Danhe reacted swiftly and struck the artificial rock carvings.

A brilliant light shone in the backyard of Huayaotang, and a pale yellow spiritual shield rose and closed, sealing off the small area completely.

Simultaneously.

Xu Sixing let out a fierce roar, his body surging with purple-gold lightning. The [Awakening] magic sword rang out with a clear dragon's roar and leaped into his palm on its own, its tip pointing diagonally, with lightning snakes flickering erratically.

His words were tinged with guilt: "I'm sorry, Deacon Yang, I've dragged you down."

A roar erupted from within his mind: "Old man! You didn't even notice a living person blocking the door?! Is this what you call foolproof?"

Zhu Ming also had his own unspeakable suffering.

For some reason, his perception of Wen Xianyun was forcibly blocked.

"Besides that esteemed person, who else possesses such ability..."

Zhu Ming felt a chill run down his spine and dared not shift the blame to the "Central Continent Family," so he could only force a dry laugh to cover it up.

Even tigers sometimes doze off, and the Wen family brat's magical artifacts are indeed unpredictable... Let's see what lies ahead!

Before the moon gate, Wen Xianyun chuckled and stepped inside, his voice light and dismissive:

"Xu Sixing, do you know your crime?"

"As a true disciple, you secretly met with outsiders, intending to betray the sect. Even if I cripple you here today and bring you before the sect leader, the truth will still be in my hands."

"Since you're in such a hurry to be reborn, let me give you a ride!"

Wen Xianyun no longer concealed herself.

A jade pendant hangs from her waist, flowing with azure water; a hairpin on her head transforms into golden light to protect her; she holds up an exquisite pavilion in her palm; and countless rays of divine light surround her.

What is meant by the direct line of the Immortal Sect?

This is it.

As soon as the "Clouds and Mist Envelop the Building" skill was activated, the leaden clouds in the backyard churned like ink, trapping Xu Sixing's body in a burst of lightning.

"That's quite a generous gesture..."

Xu Sixing gritted his teeth, veins bulging, his sword-wielding hand trembling.

Wen Xianyun's true strength...

A terrifying power that would make anyone below the Foundation Establishment stage tremble in fear!

"Tap, tap."

A series of monotonous footsteps suddenly broke the silence.

At the side door, Duan She stood with empty eyes and bare hands, carrying only a bamboo broom.

Ignoring the pressure from the two cultivators, he walked straight to Yang Danhe.

Bending over, wielding a broom.

"Splash!"

A splash of water.

The broom swept across the bluestone ground, as if stirring up a pool of spring water, creating ripples.

Duan She drew a circle, protecting Yang Dan within it.

In an instant, a chilling, bone-deep sword intent shot up from the broken broom!

Its all-pervasive, shredding nature, and its pervasive, subtle sword intent caused Wen Xianyun's expression to change drastically.

"Master Langche..."

This is not over yet.

The storage pouch at his waist opened on its own, and an antique wooden plaque flew out, bypassing Xu Sixing, and tied steadily to Yang Danhe's belt.

Dead silence.

Wen Xianyun's movements were stiff, and her face twitched.

[Listen to Bamboo Order], Elder Zhuxuan's personal keepsake.

"Master Zhuxuan..."

A flicker of apprehension crossed his eyes.

The attitudes of the two elders were quite clear:

You can arrest the traitor if you want, but don't touch this person.

"it is good."

Wen Xianyun, enraged, laughed instead, retracted his magical artifact, stepped aside to let him pass, and gestured for him to proceed.

"Since the elder has given the order, we should certainly comply."

"Xu Zhenchuan, please. This place is too cramped. I will find another burial site for you outside the city."

Xu Sixing was stunned.

They risked their lives, only to find that Deacon Yang's backing was even stronger than that of the true disciples.

Are the elder tokens of the Imperial Sword Sect so easy to obtain?

Who exactly is Huayaotang?

Zhu Ming shouted even more frantically:

"See that? That's real strength! Aren't you going to cling to their coattails?"

Xu Sixing swallowed hard and probed his storage bag into his palm with his spiritual sense.

A stack of talismans and several bottles of pills.

At the very top was a note with three large characters and a simple landmark:

[Guanhua Gate].

He crushed the note, looked directly at Wen Xianyun, and his fear vanished.

Raise your hand, give a thumbs up, and then turn it upside down sharply!

"Young Master Wen wants to invite me? Sure."

"Come on! If you catch me, I'll give you my life!"

After saying that, a burst of purple lightning flashed and surged towards the sky, frantically fleeing towards the direction of Guanhua Gate in the north.

"court death!!"

Wen Xianyun's face turned ashen, and the clouds around him transformed into dragons, soaring upwards and relentlessly pursuing him.

The courtyard has returned to tranquility.

The broom in Duan She's hand snapped in two with a "crack," and his eyes regained their clarity.

"Sir? Why did the broom break?"

Yang Danhe stroked the wooden plaque at his waist, gazed northward, and sighed:

"This is... a very grand scheme."

.....

On the second floor, several subtle spiritual senses were locked onto this spot from all directions of Blackwater City in the tea room.

"snort."

Lang Che snorted coldly, unleashing the pressure of a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

The spiritual sense instantly retracted, and the entire city's high-ranking officials fell silent.

"Cough...cough cough..."

A coughing sound rang out in the private room, and an old man dressed in coarse linen clothes and leaning on a withered wooden cane appeared out of thin air.

The patriarch of the He family, He Fengchao, also known as "The Hermit of the Dry Water".

"You two have graced me with your presence; I have failed to greet you properly. May I ask what your purpose is in gesturing at the entrance of my humble temple?"

Zhu Xuan rose and bowed, saying, "Fellow Daoist, you misunderstand. The juniors in our sect were dealing with family matters and disturbed your cultivation."

He Songnian's eyelids drooped: "Family matters... are fine, just don't destroy the old man's home. As for the young people... let them make a fuss."

Her figure swayed.

pat.

A puddle of water spilled onto the mahogany floor, seeping into the cracks and disappearing without a trace.

Lang Che touched the ground with his toes, raising his eyebrows slightly:

"The old ghost of the He family is no ordinary person. His Dharma body is silent and invisible. If he really makes a move, we may not be able to get the better of him in Blackwater City."

Zhu Xuan's gaze was deep: "The He family has stood for hundreds of years, how could they be without means? Since he has shown himself, it means he does not want to cause trouble."

"That's excellent."

Lang Che looked back at the northern horizon, a smile returning to his eyes, and patted Zhu Xuan on the shoulder:

"Now that Old Ghost has retreated, shall we leave?"

Bamboo Pavilion, green sleeves fluttering.

"Walk."

......

"Let's get this lively!"

Qingyuan originally thought it was a "Need for Speed" game where Xu Sixing ran and Wen Xianyun chased.

Unexpectedly, even the two big bosses couldn't resist joining in.

How can this be considered a bad thing?

It's clearly an SSR that fell from the sky!

Qingyuan switched the profile page and hovered the mouse over [Langche] and [Zhuxuan].

"Zhuxuan may seem old-fashioned, but he actually cherishes talent and is willing to leave Yang Danhe a way out, which shows that he is upright."

"Lang Che is a fun-loving person, and he hates the rules of the sect the most."

Normally, Guanhuamen would be dreaming if they wanted to curry favor with someone of this caliber.

But things are different now.

Fish can only be caught in murky water.

Once Shu Yan and Chai Wu advance, they will have a genuine dual Foundation Establishment setup.

At that time, the dramatic conflict between "two brand-new Foundation Establishment cultivators" and "Wen Xianyun, who relies on spending money" will definitely be a treat for Lang Che, who is a fun-loving person.

As long as you play skillfully and demonstrate your potential, you can quickly increase your favorability with [Zhu Xuan] and [Lang Che].

Will the Wen family be able to move against Guanhua Gate at will in the future?

I'll smash your head to pieces!

As for the unexpected?

Don't forget that there's plenty of incense offerings, and the [Tianyi] is there to back it up.

"Come on, come on!"

"Everyone come to Qinglushan for team building! We have to make this a success today!"