Man is in the midst of the mysteries of the spirit, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

Pei Zun quickly came to his senses and showed an apologetic look: "It was my good intentions that led to bad results."

Anle didn't really care.

Since I can't hide it anymore, I might as well not hide it.

He originally wanted to suppress the news of his breakthrough to the fifth realm, but now the situation has changed, and revealing it in advance can be considered as some groundwork.

"No wonder you look down on your achievements in suppressing the rebellion. Now that you have just achieved a breakthrough, you should really work hard to consolidate your realm."

Pei Zun figured out his intention without Anle's explanation.

Anle thought about it, and considering the other party's goodwill, he gave a little reminder: "I think this rebellion may not be so simple."

Chapter 245 Ye Ling'er's Night Attack

"Why do you say that, brother Lu?"

Hearing this, Pei Zun narrowed his eyes and asked seriously.

At this moment, his address changed again. Anle had a strange expression: "Master Pei, just call me like before."

Pei Zun shook his head, his attitude firm: "How can this be possible?"

"Now that you have reached the fifth realm, your identity and status must change. As for the rebellion in Liuzhou... do you know anything about it?"

To put it bluntly, this is the change brought about by Anle's breakthrough to the fifth realm.

If Anle was still in the fourth realm, Pei Zun would probably just think that he was making things up, but the words of a fifth realm person had completely different weight.

Although Pei Zun still didn't take it seriously, he at least took it a little more seriously.

However, Anle couldn't explain this matter too clearly, so he had to say it.

"Those who understand this kind of thing will understand it, and those who don't understand it can't explain it. I can't say more about the specific situation. Knowing too much is not a good thing. I can only say that the water here is very deep. If we rush in rashly, even those of us who are in the fifth realm will be in danger of our lives."

Pei Zun was stunned by these ambiguous words.

It took him a long time to come to his senses.

Isn't this just saying nothing?

But at least, Pei Zun knew Anle's attitude, and his face became a little serious: "Is it really that serious?"

He still couldn't quite believe it. Could a small rebellion cause such a huge upheaval?

"You never go too far wrong."

Anle did not continue to explain: "After a while, there should be new variables."

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In the blink of an eye, several days passed.

The warriors of the Zhenling Division had already officially set out on the expedition. Judging from the intelligence coming from the front, the rebellion was being suppressed exceptionally smoothly, and they did not encounter much resistance as usual.

Situ Yuan and Pei Zun both tacitly agreed not to mention the matter in front of Anle, as if nothing had happened.

It is common for intelligence and judgment to be wrong, and no one will say anything about it.

Late this night.

In the living room of a luxurious mansion in Qingzhou.

Under bright lights.

A middle-aged man in fancy clothes was pacing back and forth anxiously, with a look of uneasiness and worry occasionally appearing on his face.

"Shaohua, calm down... ahem... as the young master of the Zheng family, you can't be so flustered when entertaining guests."

Sitting on the main seat in the shadow of the hall was an extremely old man.

He was breathing weakly, the wrinkles on his face were like tree bark, and he was so thin that he was just skin and bones, as if he would die of old age in the next second.

The old man's name is Zheng Long, and he is the head of the Zheng family in Qingzhou.

The Zheng family of Qingzhou is even more famous than the Qian family of Lingzhou. They are considered to be a top-notch prestigious family in Qingzhou.

However, Zheng Long is already very old.

He has outlasted many of his younger competitors by virtue of his age, but time is equal to everyone, and now, it is finally his turn.

But the longer you live, the more afraid you become of death.

What's more, Zheng Long's life now consists only of pleasure, so naturally he wants to live longer.

He heard through special channels that a mysterious and powerful man named Wuxu Laoxian had the means to prolong life, so he invited the other party to meet him late tonight.

"Dad, is this old immortal Wuxu really reliable?"

Zheng Shaohua, who was pacing back and forth, stopped for a moment and couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

A mysterious man who hides his head and shows his tail is not credible at all and looks more like a liar.

"Who knows?"

Zheng Long shook his head. How could one be absolutely sure of anything?

He has used all the means he can, and now there is an opportunity in front of him. Even if the hope is slim, he will not miss it.

What's more, the ability of the old immortal Wuxu has been recognized by a small circle of people in Qingzhou, so he is more willing to believe him.

Suddenly, Zheng Long's aging heart skipped a beat and he raised his head.

"coming!"

call--

A gust of cold wind blew up, and all the candles in the hall were extinguished, and the entire space was shrouded in shadow.

Zheng Shaohua couldn't help but hold his breath, getting goose bumps all over his body, and looked towards the corner.

It was impossible for the Zheng family to meet with the strange and mysterious Immortal Wuxu without any preparation. In the dark corner of the hall, there were at least eight warriors of the fourth realm guarding.

They didn't want to ambush the Immortal Wuxu, but to protect the safety of Zheng Shaohua and the other person.

Eight fourth realms are nothing in the Zhenling Division, but to the families outside the Zhenling Division, they are already a very terrifying force, which also shows the strength of the Zheng family.

However, none of these warriors could respond to Zheng Shaohua's gaze for a moment.

An aura as deep as the abyss and as wild as a demon fell upon them.

It is difficult to describe the horror of this aura. If one must put it into words, decades later, they would still be awakened by nightmares in the middle of the night, suspecting that they were being caught up by the endless abyss and then swallowed up.

"Is this the Zheng family's way of entertaining guests?"

Hoarse voices, indistinguishable between male and female, came from all directions.

Zheng Shaohua felt that in the darkness around him, there were countless pairs of eyes staring at him.

The shadows under my feet seemed to come alive, wriggling, crawling, and twisting into absurd shapes.

The only one who remained relatively calm among the crowd was Zheng Long.

He was dying, and for a dying man, there was almost nothing that could scare him except death.

"As expected of the Immortal Wuxu, his reputation is well-deserved."

Zheng Long looked towards the center of the hall.

A figure in a dark yellow robe stood there unknowingly.

No one realized when he appeared, it was as if... he had been there from the beginning.

The dark yellow robe was very long, and under the robe close to the ground, there seemed to be tentacle-like things wriggling and stretching.

Zheng Shaohua, who was standing next to him, swallowed hard and thought to himself, "How can this image be related to 'immortal'?"

Zheng Shaohua came up with another terrible guess: "Is he...really a human?"

"Are you Zheng Long?"

Wuxu Old Immortal stared at the old man in front of him and said calmly: "Let's find a secluded place and don't let others disturb us."

Under normal circumstances, this name would be enough to anger the people of the Zheng family, but now no one would care about this little thing.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Long's eyes lit up slightly, and a fire of hope ignited.

"Let's go to the inner room here, Shaohua, help me up."

Soon, Zheng Long and Immortal Wuxu entered the inner room together.

Zheng Shaohua still didn't dare to relax, and looked nervously towards the door. The situation inside might very well determine his future.

Honestly speaking, Zheng Shaohua was somewhat envious of the position of the patriarch, but he also understood that with his current prestige, he would be in big trouble if he took this position.

Besides, there is still a father-son relationship between Zheng Shaohua and Zheng Long, so naturally they hope that he can live a few more years.

"Young Master, who is he?"

A warrior hiding in the dark couldn't help but come out and asked curiously.

Zheng Shaohua replied: "Old Immortal Wuxu, have you heard of it?"

The warrior immediately took a breath of cold air: "Hiss..."

"It turned out to be him! No wonder... No wonder..."

Zheng Shaohua asked again: "Is he famous among the warriors in Qingzhou?"

"No, most people in the martial arts world probably haven't heard of this name."

The man smiled bitterly and said, "It just happened that someone asked me to join a few warriors in killing the enemy, so I remember this name very well."

Zheng Shaohua was quite curious: "What happened next?"

It is normal for Immortal Wuxu to be targeted by others as he masters such mysterious skills.

"I was busy at the time and didn't participate, but all the other strong men... disappeared! Among those people, there were at least three who were stronger than me!"

The warrior showed a look of panic on his face: "The original client died in an extremely ugly way."

"It is said that he died in his own home, and even the concubine who shared his bed with him did not realize who had done it."

Zheng Shaohua was shocked again: "Could it be the Wang family..."

The circle of powerful people in Qingzhou is not that big. Zheng Shaohua just happened to hear that an important figure of the Wang family, which is slightly weaker than the Zheng family, suddenly died in an accident, and the way of death was exactly as described by the warrior.

The strangest thing is that afterwards no one from the Wang family tracked down the real culprit and acted as if nothing had happened.

Unexpectedly, the instigator was actually this old immortal Wuxu.

Zheng Shaohua murmured, "Is he really only at the fourth level?"

The warrior had a look of fear on his face. He glanced at the closed door with anxiety and awe, as if he was worried that an indescribable monster might come out of the door at any time.

"I don't know. I can't see through him at all."

"Some people say that he is already a fifth-level monster, but he is just playing around in the human world."

"But no matter what, Immortal Wuxu is not someone we can deal with."

Zheng Shaohua nodded heavily, and he had a deeper understanding of the character of the Immortal Wuxu. He couldn't help but worry about the safety of his father in the room.

Not long after, the door was pushed open from the inside.

Zheng Long came out.

But his demeanor and appearance now are completely different from before.

Zheng Long's skinny body became stronger, with some energy and blood showing. He was no longer the miserable skin-and-bones man.

There are still many wrinkles on his face, but his eyes are bright and sharp, as if hiding an ambitious tiger with an aura of majesty without even getting angry.

That was the father Zheng Shaohua was familiar with.

The vitality of life returned to him.

The emotions of joy and excitement are visible to the naked eye.

If possible, who would want to die in bed like a dead tree?

Zheng Shaohua was dumbfounded by this change: "It's really true..."

"This is incredible."

Zheng Long didn't care about his son's shock because he was also very surprised in his heart.