How to capture the system fairies as wives

...The Master of Wanxiang Pavilion, Wan Yunhai.

84. The sky is clear

Wan Yunhai waved his folding fan gently, landed next to Chen Yin, and smiled calmly:

"If you want solid evidence of Changli Temple."

"That's really a coincidence. I happen to have one here."

When he saw who was coming, Chang Wen had already let out a long sigh, and the other elders around him looked even uglier.

Wu Xun stared at everyone without saying a word.

Chen Yin looked at Wan Yunhai with curiosity and couldn't help but turn around and ask his master:

"...Is this the helper you called?"

"Ah. Is there a problem?" Master said casually.

"How come you can even call the Pavilion Master of Wanxiang Pavilion?"

"How many years do you think your master has lived? Is it strange to have some connections?"

Chen Yin was too lazy to listen to the old woman's bragging, so he turned around and asked, "But how did Wanxiang Pavilion know about the Changli Palace incident?"

"This is actually an unspoken secret among the powerful monks."

Wan Yunhai waved his folding fan and said with a smile: "We at Wanxiang Pavilion are not just doing business."

"In fact, privately, we have another business - intelligence."

Chen Yin immediately understood.

...Wanxiang Pavilions are spread all over the continent, and their traces can be seen everywhere. If this scale is compared to a sect of immortal cultivation, it can probably be called the largest sect in the world.

However, the ancestral precepts of Wanxiang Pavilion are to ignore the affairs of the immortal world and only seek wealth and honor.

Therefore, Wanxiang Pavilion has always existed as the world's largest chamber of commerce. However, few people know their true background.

But now it seems that Wanxiang Pavilion is not as simple as it seems.

"If we were to build an intelligence system based on the size of Wanxiang Pavilion..."

Chen Yin thought about it and smiled silently: "...I'm afraid it can cover the entire continent."

"Of course. This service is only for our distinguished guests. Not everyone can get the information if they want it."

Wan Yunhai laughed: "It just so happened that our guest official had heard about the incident of Changli Palace a long time ago, and secretly left a piece of evidence."

"If Sect Master Wuxun has a clear conscience, I will play this video in front of your disciples."

After these words, even the Wuling Sect disciples were shaken.

"This... How come even Wanxiang Pavilion has come out to point fingers at us?"

"First it was Tianluo Sect, then Wanxiang Pavilion, and behind them there is also a Yuling Immortal..."

"This, this could be..."

"Everyone will know the truth at a glance."

Wan Yunhai waved his hand, and a square iron object flew into the air. Then, a picture slowly emerged on a blank scroll.

Wu Xun on the opposite side stared at the iron block so hard that he almost cried out through his teeth:

“…Sound-Condensing Jade Box.”

After seeing that thing, Chen Yin's expression became strange.

Isn't this a camera?

Why does this thing appear in this world?

Is there anyone in Wanxiang Pavilion who has a system?

Seeing Chen Yin's strange expression, Wan Yunhai explained: "This item is a treasure passed down by our ancestors of Wanxiang Pavilion. It can solidify and preserve what you see and release it at any time. It was one of our ancestors' favorite treasures back then."

"How about it, isn't it awesome?" He grinned proudly.

Chen Yin could only compliment with his mouth twitching: "Great, great..."

In the scene in mid-air, the originally peaceful Changli Palace was suddenly attacked by a group of masked monks.

The people in the lead were none other than the elders of the Wuling Sect.

The following scene was so terrifying that even the disciples of Wuling Sect felt terrified.

Killing, torture, interrogation, rivers of blood...

Chen Yin gently covered Yu Xiang's eyes, lowered his eyes and said in her ear:

"Don't look."

Yu Xiang's shoulders trembled slightly, and she bit her lip and nodded.

Facing the scene in mid-air, the faces of the disciples of the Wu Ling Sect gradually turned pale, and there was a hint of unfamiliarity and fear in their expressions when they looked at their elders.

"Do you have anything else to say?" Wan Yunhai closed his folding fan with a snap, as if smiling.

Wu Xun closed his eyes for a long time. Chang Wen beside him sighed and said slowly: "The situation is over."

“…There is no other way out.”

This sentence is like a code.

All the elders present were shocked when they heard this.

Kirishun also nodded, then walked forward calmly and said loudly:

"Everyone, I don't know why you all want to kill my Wuling Sect today."

"But if you think that my Wuling Sect is so easy to bully, then you are underestimating the foundation of my sect that has stood in the world of immortal cultivation for countless years."

After hearing his words, Wan Yunhai and Mu Susu seemed to remember something and their expressions changed suddenly.

The master narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Since today, you are determined to fight to the death with my Wuling Sect——"

“——Then we don’t need to show mercy.” Wu Xun’s eyes became vicious.

As soon as the words fell, several masked black figures suddenly appeared beside the crowd and surrounded them.

The next moment, a grand golden light suddenly lit up from under everyone's feet.

Chen Yin looked down and saw countless intricate and obscure lines interweaving and flowing under his feet. A thick and ancient aura directly enveloped the entire mountain.

"What is this!" Shen Shuanglian rarely showed a look of fear in her eyes.

"The Wuling Sect's protective formation, the Xuanhuang Wuyin Formation!"

Chen Yin asked curiously: "What is this thing? Is it powerful?"

"This is one of the Wuling Sect's trump cards. It has only been used once in thousands of years. That was when the magic path was at its peak."

Shen Shuanglian seemed to have heard of the power of this formation. Her beautiful eyes frowned, "I've read in the sect's books that this formation is extremely costly. The amount of spiritual energy consumed is enough to drain several Taiqing Realm immortals dry."

"And relatively speaking, the power is also——"

"No one below the level of a True Immortal can survive." The master glanced at Chen Yin nonchalantly, "Do you think he is powerful?"

Chen Yin said "oh".

Soon, the golden light was flowing under everyone's feet. In an instant, the whole mountain seemed to be plunged into the ancient wilderness.

The spiritual energy was so thick and sticky that it made it difficult to breathe. Chen Yin discovered that even the flow of spiritual energy in his body had gradually stagnated.

The scene before my eyes gradually became blurred and chaotic, as if I had fallen into an endless haze.

Everything is like chaos.

Mu Susu held Luo Qiaoqiao's hand tightly and said, "Be careful. Hide behind mother."

Luo Qiaoqiao glanced at Chen Yin with a little uneasiness.

Chen Yin looked at the fog that had completely enveloped the surroundings, turned his head and asked, "Can you handle such an awesome formation?"

"Of course not."

The master put his hands on his waist in a serious manner and said, "I am still a wounded person, okay? At best, I can protect myself, but where do I get the energy to solve this useless formation?"

Chen Yin turned his head and looked at Wan Yunhai again. Wan Yunhai also smiled awkwardly and spread his hands:

"I'm just a businessman. I'm not good at fighting."

Mu Susu at the side also had a serious look on her face: "It is estimated that it is impossible to handle this formation relying on one person alone. I thought I was just here to watch a show, but I didn't expect that the old dogs of Wuling Sect would be forced to do something desperate."

"It looks like today is going to be a failure."

Chen Yin poked his master's head in frustration: "You ran out before your injuries were fully healed, just to show off? Now you're fine, you've failed."

“What are you afraid of?” The master waved his hand nonchalantly.

"It's not our turn to take action. What are you doing?"

"You are a group of seniors in the world of immortal cultivation, but in the end you actually want a mere Upper Cloud Realm disciple like me to take the blame?"

"Oh no. I raise a disciple for a thousand days but only use him for a moment. I raise you, a stinky boy, just to die for me."

Chen Yin glared at her angrily and said viciously, "You stinky old woman. You just throw all the dirty work to me."

"Same here. You little brat, you use your master's name to cheat people every day." The master retorted nonchalantly.

"Smelly old woman."

"Stinky boy."

The two looked at each other and both laughed.

Luo Qiaoqiao and her daughter were listening to the conversation between the two in confusion. They saw Chen Yin turn his head and whisper to Xiang'er, "Stay away and protect yourself." Then he slowly took a step forward.

The long sword in his hand was like a lamp that was slowly turning up its brightness, and the light gradually gathered together.

"I was wondering why there was such a big scene but no one was there to see those people from your secret door."

Chen Yin laughed softly and said, "So he used his body as a formation to set up the formation."

"...Then, it saves me the time of looking for you one by one." His tone became cold.

The light became brighter and brighter, and the blade of the Changming Sword began to tremble slightly, making a hissing and crisp sword sound.

His figure seemed to become ethereal in the mist.

"Senior Brother..." Yu Xiang couldn't help but call out softly.

Chen Yin turned his head and smiled at her.

"Xiang'er. Watch carefully."

"From now on, no more haze can obscure your life."

"Because of this piece of sky, I have opened it for you, senior brother." He said lightly.

The aura on his body suddenly became extremely cold, not like that of an immortal god, but like an ordinary mortal, standing in front of the vast sky with a sword in hand.

Although his figure was tiny, the sword in his hand grew brighter and hotter.

Like the huge scorching sun.

Under the light, the masked secret door monks who were using their bodies to form the formation began to tremble uncontrollably, and gradually traces of blood appeared on their bodies.

Countless tiny sword lights, like thousands of arrows piercing their hearts, tore their bodies apart alive.

They didn't even have time to scream before they were all reduced to ashes in the mighty sword light.

The dark fog covering the sky also rustled like torn cloth under this sword.

At the same time, Wu Xun and others who were outside the formation, who were concentrating their spiritual power with all their strength, vomited blood, and their bodies retreated violently, becoming listless and weak.

An elder like Mo Jie, who was already injured, let out a scream and half of his body exploded into blood foam.

Elder Chang Wen also gave a bitter smile, his eyes slowly dimming and withering.

The sword cut it in two. The sky slowly revealed its original clearness and brightness.

Yu Xiang opened her eyes wide, looking at the cloudless blue sky, the soft sunlight, and her senior brother standing in the sunlight with a sword on his back.

Chen Yin turned his head and looked at her with a smile.