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Jin Guangyao's face darkened as he squinted at Xue Yang, this person may look like a ruffian, but he doesn't speak empty words. Perhaps only Xue Yang is most familiar with resentment in the current cultivation world.
"Before going to Yunping, go to Burial Mound and check the situation."
After bidding farewell, Jin Guangyao left. Unable to go to Cloud Recesses for the time being, he had to send someone to deliver a letter, asking Lan Xichen to secretly investigate the matter of "female ghost Meng Shi."
At night, the Impure World suddenly became noisy. It turned out that the warehouse in the northwest corner had caught fire, with the flames raging wildly as if it wanted to devour everything to satisfy its hunger. Nie Yang and Lan Yanwen naturally took the lead in fighting the fire, and it wasn't until the early hours of the morning that they managed to extinguish the flames. But before they could catch their breath, a disciple on duty came to report that Kangsheng had died.
When they arrived, Kangsheng had already cooled down, with countless wounds all over his body, flesh and skin flying, and a strong black aura emanating, with a few traces of blood mixed in. "What happened again? What bad luck has Impure World encountered this time?"
The person who came in was yawning as they spoke, their tone making the the Nie Family cultivators want to draw their swords, but Nie Yang stopped them with a glance. Xue Yang was from the Jin family, and even if they couldn't stand it, they couldn't directly confront him.
Xue Yang also put on a stubborn and unruly appearance, not planning to squeeze in at all. He leaned against the door, with an air of "I don't care, but I have to know what happened because of orders."
"Kangsheng has died."
"Oh?"
"Master Xue, just now Nie and I were busy putting out the fire. Your room is closer to this side, did you see or hear anything?"
"I don't know about that. I'm a heavy sleeper. If it weren't for the commotion outside, I definitely wouldn't have woken up. What's wrong? Everyone in this room looks like they've seen a ghost."
Nie Yang and Lan Yanwen frowned, dissatisfied with Xue Yang's indifferent attitude towards life, but they had to continue speaking.
"Indeed, someone has died, and it's a trusted aide of our sect leader."
"Then we should quickly investigate. There's no time to waste."
"I'm afraid it may take some time to investigate, I need to go to Yiling as soon as possible."
"(slight pause) Yiling?"
"Xue Gongzi, why don't you come and see for yourself."
Xue Yang, even in his madness, knew that he was now representing the the Lanling Jin, and had to give face to Jin Guangyao. He dragged his feet to the front of the couch, holding the sword, and with just one glance, the indifference in his eyes disappeared in an instant, replaced by a fleeting surprise, followed by a quick laugh.
"Master Xue."
"Sorry, I just find the situation more and more interesting."
"Interesting?"
"The reappearance of the Ancestor Yiling, isn't it becoming more and more interesting?"
All present were spiritual practitioners, and as long as their eyes were not blind, they could recognize the resentment entwined around Kangsheng's body. The resentment of Ancestor Yiling was different from the usual hazy resentment, as it was thick and black with streaks of red, like poisoned blood.
With such a strange occurrence, Impure World was destined to never regain peace.
Nie Yang has asked several elders to come out of seclusion to guard Impure World, and has led a team to Yiling to inspect the situation at the mass graves. Lan Yanwen has taken the people of The Lan family back to Gusu to report. Xue Yang naturally cannot continue to stay, so he sent the people left by Jin Guangyao to follow Nie Yang to Yiling in order to report back to Lanling, and he himself headed towards Shu Dong.
There is something hidden there, and only Xue Yang knows about it. He is a little anxious and must confirm as soon as possible whether that thing is still there or not.
At the same time, paper like snowflakes fluttered down in dozens of towns such as Lanling, Gusu, Qinghe, Yunmeng, Baling, Meishan, Jinzhou, Liuzhou, and so on. Without exception, the Immortal Sect stationed in these towns had all besieged the Burial Mounds. Regardless of whether they personally went up the mountain, they treated everyone equally and did not forget a single family.
Jin Guangyao had just made a round of the various dungeons in the Royal Water Dungeon, feeling exhausted. Upon returning to Lanling City, he witnessed the spectacle of "paper snow." As he reached out to take a piece of paper, his eyes fell on five bloody words:
"Are you ready?"
He recognized the handwriting, after all, he had placed many of his master's "masterpieces" in his own bedroom Mosaic, and it was precisely because he recognized it that he was visibly flustered for a moment, but only for a moment.
" Ancestor Yiling, is it really you who has returned... You're not dead yet..."
The one who recognized the handwriting at a glance, and who was also rudely awakened, standing with a fierce expression at the water village dock, was another person. Probably due to not having enough sleep, the surging anger made the rings on their hand shimmer with purple electric light, just like their owner, gritting their teeth.
"Good! I can't believe you're not dead! Wei Wuxian!"
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