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

Chapter 86 Suspicion, the Deer Demon (Seeking first subscription!)

In the warm chambers of a boudoir, a melodious tune plays softly.

The courtesan's fingers flew across the strings, the music flowing like a gentle stream.

At the table, the three men, each with their own sharp wit, had no interest in appreciating the music.

"This Taoist priest looks completely unfamiliar."

"I've heard that there are many rogue cultivators in Immortal Deer Plain, but this kind of demeanor... it doesn't seem like something that can be cultivated in the mountains and wilderness, but rather the mannerisms of someone in the imperial court."

Situ Mu's words were sharp and pointed, pressing forward relentlessly.

As a prince, he was most sensitive to "fortune" and "official prestige".

Zhu Ming, with his refined, religious aura, was, in his eyes, a fox's tail that hadn't been properly concealed.

"You're joking, sir."

Zhu Ming stroked his beard, a sly smile playing on his seemingly otherworldly face: "This humble Taoist is a free spirit, what do I know about court etiquette? I've only read a few more scriptures in the temple and picked up a bit of scholarly air."

"But this young friend Xu..."

Zhu Ming abruptly changed the subject, subtly steer the conversation toward Xu Sixing, who was cracking melon seeds, his tone intimately familiar: "He is sharp-minded but reserved, seemingly unrestrained, but actually modest, much like an old friend of mine. We get along very well."

Upon hearing this, Xu Sixing not only didn't deny it, but instead casually raised his glass in a toast: "That's right! I also find the Daoist priest pleasing to the eye, that's what you call 'first'."

"A friendship that transcends age!"

The two sang in perfect harmony, as if they had rehearsed a hundred times before.

In Situ Mu's eyes, this changed the meaning.

"Hmph, still acting?"

One sings the red face, the other sings the white face.

A righteous god in the wilderness, and a young prodigy, unexpectedly encountering me in this remote place? What coincidence could there be in the world!

Situ Mu's mind was filled with alarm bells.

Could it be that the Emperor noticed his movements and specially sent this monk and Taoist priest...?

No, it's a matter of using a common, unconventional method to subtly reprimand him.

Or perhaps it was a spy planted by that treacherous and vicious third brother?

"Oh."

Situ Mu gave a forced smile, tapping his folding fan lightly against his palm: "Since we are friends despite our age difference, I presume Young Master Xu also has some unique insights into the state of the world?"

"I wonder what you think, young master, is the world... better to change, or better to remain stable?"

A question that could cost you your life.

Xu Sixing had no idea about the intricate power struggles within Situ Mu's mind.

All he wanted was to live a carefree life and, incidentally, cause some trouble for the Imperial Sword Sect.

So he spat out a sunflower seed shell, crossed his legs, pointed to the night view outside the window, and said lazily, "What do you mean by 'change' or 'unchange'?"

"As long as the sword in my hand is sharp enough, I can change it however I want. If I'm not satisfied, even if I have to tear a hole in the sky, it's still worth it."

"The most important thing in life is to have a clear mind. What's the point of clinging to old rules and being a coward?"

He does not mean that.

Situ Mu's folding fan suddenly stopped.

Is there a hole to be punched in the sky?

Not following old rules?

Is this an implication that the emperor is old and the heir apparent is undecided, suggesting that he...rebel and seize the throne?

Or perhaps, was he testing his ambitions?

Cold sweat slid down Situ Mu's spine.

He stood up abruptly, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.

The waters in Anle Town run deep!

These two people not only have unfathomable backgrounds, but also harbor malicious intentions!

Don't stay here for long!

"Your two insights are profound, but I am of limited knowledge and talent and dare not agree with them."

Situ Mu didn't even bother with the most basic formalities, giving a stiff bow: "I have urgent business at home, so please enjoy this courtesan's wine. Farewell!"

After saying that, he rushed out the door as if fleeing.

That figure looked rather disheveled.

"This young master... has a dog-like face? He changes his mind in an instant?"

Xu Sixing was puzzled and shook his empty wine glass.

"Never mind him, Taoist priest, come on, let's have a drink!"

Zhu Ming watched the departing figure, stroking his beard, unable to hide the smile in his eyes.

Rental housing.

"puff."

"A talent, truly a talent."

The golden icon symbolizing the Ninth Prince of the Liao Dynasty darted out of Anle Town like a headless fly, heading straight for Blackwater City.

Qingyuan laughed until his stomach hurt.

"This prince's imagination is so vivid, it's a shame he's not writing novels."

It takes skill to scare yourself away.

"But it's good that he's gone. This human-shaped walking light bulb was just standing there, and it could have caused unnecessary trouble."

Xu Sixing and Zhu Ming, those two clowns, persuaded the powerful enemy to retreat without even putting in any effort, saving him a lot of trouble.

however.

With the smile still on his face, Qingyuan suddenly felt a tremor in his dantian.

In the very center of the dantian, the stone egg covered with golden-red cracks suddenly throbbed.

No.

It's not a pulsation.

It's a kind of demanding behavior, similar to a baby crying.

"Hungry.....

'

An extremely strong desire surged through his meridians straight to Qingyuan's crown chakra.

Hungry?

What does it want to eat?

Incense offerings? Or spiritual energy?

Qingyuan felt a chill and instantly pulled his gaze back to the large map on the screen.

The map shows a calm and peaceful scene.

wrong.

Heading towards Blackwater City!

A blood-red, purplish-red spot of light hurtled straight toward Qinglu Mountain at an extremely violent speed!

With each point the light drew closer, Qingyuan's hunger intensified.

"Did you come here for Qinglu Mountain?"

"Moreover, does this thing contain highly nourishing substances?"

Qingyuan's expression turned serious.

The visitor is not good.

This intensity of energy reaction fluctuates, sometimes plummeting to the bottom and sometimes erupting to the peak of foundation building.

madman.

Or rather, he was a monster who had gone mad with evil.

"not good!"

That direction must pass through Anle Town!

Liuyun Pavilion, a fragrant boudoir.

The song ended.

The courtesan has also disappeared without a trace.

The room was left with only a mess of cups and plates.

"Master Daoist."

Xu Sixing put down his wine glass, his cheeks slightly flushed from the smell of alcohol.

He stared intently at the Taoist priest opposite him, whose face was also as red as a date. After a long deliberation, he finally asked the question that had been lingering in his mind: "Have we... met somewhere before?"

"The scent on you, and the way you looked at me just now, it all feels so familiar."

"It's so familiar...it's like it's always been a part of me."

"Who exactly are you?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Ming paused in his act of picking up food.

He looked up at the silly boy he had watched grow up, a hint of emotion flashing in his eyes, mixed with a touch of smugness.

He was just about to start showing off.

"Boom!"

The ground trembled slightly, and the wine in the flask rippled.

A chilling sense of unease enveloped the entire town of Anle.

Xu Sixing and Zhu Ming both changed color at the same time, and almost simultaneously rushed to the window and pushed open the carved wooden window with a "bang".

night sky.

A streak of blood ripped through the sky, like a blood-soaked setting sun, filled with murderous intent, rushing straight towards us!

"What the hell is this thing?!"

Xu Sixing growled and subconsciously reached for the sword at his waist.

I found nothing.

"call-"

A sudden gust of wind arose.

Two figures suddenly appeared inside the room.

"Amitabha, such heavy demonic influence."

Juexin clasped his hands together, his moon-white monk's robe fluttering without wind, his brows furrowed with solemnity.

Beside him, the Iron-Maned Demon King, who had originally been a dark-faced man, was now uncontrollably swelling.

Its tusks slowly emerged from the corners of its mouth, its pig eyes fixed on the line of blood on the horizon, its breathing heavy: "Damn it... this doesn't taste right!"

"Why does it smell even more terrifying than when that barbarian went mad?!"

Xu Sixing's heart pounded wildly.

He could sense that the aura was extremely unstable.

"Foundation Building? Or...?"

'

Blood Shadow's speed is too fast!

If it crashes down at this speed, the thousands of ordinary people in Anle Town will be reduced to ashes in an instant!

"It's too late."

Xu Sixing gritted his teeth and turned to look in the direction of the main peak where his senior brother Zhenyue was: "Senior brother is far away. Even if he senses it and rushes over, this town will be finished."

"Master, Old Pig!"

"Whether it's a human or a ghost, if it's going to cause trouble on our doorstep, we can't just ignore it!"

"This is Guanhua Gate, and it's also our home now."

"Grab your weapons! Stop him!"

"Where's the sword?! Forget it, I'll break a few of his teeth with my bare hands!"

Xu Sixing's eyes flashed with a fierce light.

That was the ruthlessness that came from fighting its way out of the den of wolves in the Imperial Sword Sect.

Juexin lowered his head, and a golden swastika symbol flickered between his brows: "Protecting the Dharma and upholding the Way is the duty of this humble monk."

Ironfur had been itching to get back to work for a long time.

He was beaten by Chai Wu every day on the mountain, and then he was restrained by Xu Sixing after coming down the mountain.

It is a dignified Foundation Establishment Demon King!

"Oh dear! You're going to be so mad, Grandpa Pig!"

"Perfect! Let's use this fool to practice our skills! Let him know who the King of Horses really is!"

The three of them connected their auras, preparing to fight.

Xu Sixing was just about to tell the Taoist priest next to him to quickly find a place to hide.

"Master, this place is dangerous, you should..."

'

Turn your head.

The words stuck in my throat.

Zhu Ming was standing by the window.

He wore an ordinary red robe, which shimmered with a strange light.

Cloud patterns surged, a golden crow cried, and golden lines outlined...

It transformed into a majestic and sacred official robe!

A righteous and peaceful, yet vast and majestic divine power emanated from his body.

"you.....

'

Xu Sixing's eyes widened.

Zhu Ming glanced at him sideways, a slightly irritating smile playing on his lips.

Snapped.

He gently patted Xu Sixing on the back of the head: "What are you standing there for?"

"How could I possibly miss out on such a chance to show off?"

"Walk!"

A soft shout.

Zhu Ming was the first to rise into the air, lotus flowers blooming beneath his feet, and red light filling the sky!

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

'

The wind is howling.

In mid-air, the true form of the Blood Shadow was revealed to be an old man withered like a skeleton.

Blackwater City, the patriarch of the Wang family, Master Xuanji.

No.

He was wearing tattered robes and was skin and bones.

However, her lower abdomen was bulging high, and something seemed to be wriggling wildly inside.

The atmosphere was extremely eerie.

One moment it was still hovering in the early stage of Foundation Establishment, and the next it surged to the late stage.

It even faintly touched upon a certain unspeakable barrier!

He is...

escape.

Or rather, being "driven away".

His mind was in a state of confusion, his eyes were bloodshot, and he mumbled incoherently, "Almost there...almost there..."

""

"Blood...more blood..."

'

"Only here...only here will we remain undiscovered..."

'

His figure flickered wildly between the void and the mortal world.

He vanished into the void!

But just as I went in, the next second...

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

It's like a fly hitting a piece of transparent glass.

He was directly "squeezed" out by Taixu!

It was forcefully thrown back into the sky of the present world.

Master Xuanji staggered a few steps, looked around blankly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, which was then replaced by an even more frenzied rage.

"Damn it! Damn that restriction!!"

"Why are you blocking my path?! Why are you trying to prevent me from attaining enlightenment?!"

He lowered his head.

I saw the brightly lit town of Anle below.

Those are thousands upon thousands of "blood food"!

"Hungry...

'

"eat...

'

Greedy saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth.

He lunged forward.

At that moment, two furtive figures emerged from the distant clouds and followed.

They were Lang Che and Zhu Xuan, the "Left and Right Protectors" of the Imperial Sword Sect.

"What bad luck."

Lang Che, with a bitter face, faced the crazed Xuanji Shangren ahead: "What on earth is Senior Sister Suwen up to? Why did she suddenly send a message telling us to lead this madman north?"

"This is Qinglu Mountain territory! What if..."

They had personally witnessed the terrifying phenomena in this place.

Zhu Xuan's face darkened considerably, almost dripping with gloom: "Enough with the nonsense."

"Old Ghost Wang swallowed something he shouldn't have, and he's completely ruined. Now he's just a monster who only knows how to kill."

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"We just need to follow the sect leader's instructions and lure him to the vicinity of 'that place'... Wait!"

Before Zhu Xuan could finish speaking, his pupils contracted.

Below, Master Xuanji stopped.

He stopped falling and instead hovered in mid-air, his body beginning to twist violently, his bones emitting a teeth-grinding grinding sound.

"Snap! Snap!"

His back was ripped open.

Two white bones, stained with black blood and twisted like tree branches, pierced the skin and grew wildly.

That is...

horn.

Huge, filled with ominousness and demonic power...

antlers!

His face lengthened, his features shifted, and gradually he transformed into a hideous face that resembled neither a deer nor a human.

"What...what the hell is this?!"

Lang Che's hand gripping the sword trembled: "A deer?!"

"A deer demon has appeared in this Immortal Deer Plain?"

That's extremely taboo!

Moreover, with Taixu sealed away, they were like caged, facing such an unknown monster.

Master Zhuxuan, watching the ever-changing demonic shadow, gritted his teeth and cursed, "Damn it!"

"Master, what exactly are you playing at?!"

"Is this chess piece... going to devour us all?!"