The only way

The monk's spiritual consciousness can detect a very wide range, but few people will dig down three feet into the ground to explore.

The monks who were chasing He Chaoyun and others did not expect that they would hide deep underground.

Every time, the consciousness just scans the valley floor and there may be some caves in the mountain walls.

The cave that Han Wuwang dug took advantage of people's inertia.

As it turns out, they were never found.

Lingchu was able to discover the mystery here, or it was because of the abnormality of the traceability technique that gave her an idea. Since there is nothing in the valley, what about underground?
His consciousness went straight down to explore, and he found something.

All the disciples in the sect were safe and sound. Although they were unconscious, their lives were not injured.

Especially He Chaoyun and Li Xianxian, neither of them were in danger of their lives, and He Chaoyun could still complain to her coquettishly.

Lingchu couldn't laugh or cry.

Reaching out and touching He Chaoyun's head, the clear spirit energy in Lingchu's body flowed into He Chaoyun's body, and began to repair the damaged meridians in He Chaoyun's body at an extremely fast speed.

Like a long drought, the spiritual power in He Chaoyun's body seemed to have taken a big tonic pill. The originally exhausted spiritual power was now aggressively baring its teeth and claws at the black energy. In just a few breaths, the black energy was beaten to the point of losing its temper. .

At this point, the black energy had reached a stage where He Chaoyun could remove it by himself, so Lingchu withdrew his hand and said, "Meditate and adjust your breath."

He Chaoyun's mumbling had already stopped when Ling Chu put his hand on her, and she was clearly aware of the changes in her body.

With a slightly rosy face and a happy face, he sat down cross-legged to meditate, without any trace of his previous caution.

Now that the little uncle is out of seclusion, he must have succeeded in conceiving a baby.

He Chaoyun also recognized the monk in white clothes next to him. She had seen the portrait of Zhenjun Si Bai.

Both of them are Nascent Soul monks.

He Chaoyun's mind naturally relaxed, and the tight heartstrings relaxed. The previous tension disappeared, and he only felt extraordinarily safe.

After hearing this, he obediently sat down cross-legged and meditated.

Lingchu continued to suppress the black energy for other disciples, heal their injuries and rest their spirits.

On the other side, facing Si Bai, Han Wuwang was like a lone wolf.

After Si Bai's question came out, his lips were pursed tightly, and there was no color in them for a moment. The two exposed eyebrows were frowned fiercely, and his back was slightly tensed.

He didn't say anything.

Si Bai did not ask further questions, but looked at Han Wuwang lightly, with purple mist rising in his eyes, "...are you a half-demon?"

One sentence revealed Han Wuwang's true identity.

Han Wuwang's back suddenly stiffened, and he quietly clenched the dagger in his sleeve, ready to go.

Half demon?

Lingchu, who was healing his disciple, suddenly turned his cheek and looked at Han Wuwang with a bit of surprise.

The young man's eyebrows are still a little immature, and his eyes are covered with cloth strips, revealing only a pair of slanting sword eyebrows, a straight nose bridge, and thin lips.

The skin is not particularly fair, but has a very healthy complexion, exuding wild vitality.

Facing Si Bai at this time, the young man tensed his back and pursed his lips stubbornly. This expression reminded Lingchu of a distant memory.

"Is your mother Han Duo'er?"

As soon as Lingchu's figure flashed, he was already in front of Han Wuwang, looking at the extremely guarded young man in front of him with probing eyes.

As soon as Han Duoer's name came out, she could clearly see the young man's eyebrows move.

The cloth-covered eyes seemed to look at her.

Han Wuwang has known that he and his mother are different since he was a child.

Because when he was just born, his mother was in her prime.

Ten years later, he was still a child of two or three years old, and his mother was still in her prime.

They, mother and son, have been on the move all their lives.His mother never dared to stay in one place for more than five years.

In five years, the woman has not looked older and can be said to be well-maintained, but the child has never grown up, but it is difficult to hide it.

Therefore, mother and son never stayed in the same place for more than five years.

Han Wuwang, who was young and fashionable at that time, understood that he was different from his mother and others.

Later, during his wandering journey, Han Wuwang occasionally met one or two wandering cultivators.

I know about the world of cultivation.

His mother seems to know the world of cultivation very well, but she hates him coming into contact with those monks.

But the child's curiosity was too strong, so Han Wuwang secretly got in touch with things in the world of cultivation and learned about the existence of monks.

At first, Han Wuwang thought his mother was a monk, because the monks told him that the higher the monk's cultivation level, the more likely he is to stay young and live forever.

But soon, Han Wuwang rejected this possibility, because his mother, except that she did not age and knew some martial arts, was no different at other times, and she did not know the various spells of monks.

Later, Han Wuwang thought that his mother might be a demon because some cultivators said that demons have longer lifespans than humans, so they always look younger compared to humans of the same age.

Han Wuhua thought about his unusual growth rate, his overly keen sense of smell and hearing, as well as his natural strength and agility.

Maybe he is also a demon?
But soon, Han Wuwang rejected this possibility.

Because he later learned that if a demon wants to transform into a human form, it requires profound cultivation.

The mother, however, does not have any great power.

Han Wuwang thought again, maybe his mother was the person who had a great opportunity as a casual cultivator, and she accidentally ate some kind of heavenly material and earthly treasure to stay young.

All the abnormalities in him may be due to that natural treasure.

It would make sense if his mother accidentally ate it when she was pregnant with him.

However, all the illusions were broken when Han Wuwang was 16 years old.

Han Wuwang said he was 16 at the time, but he looked only six or seven years old.

When the mother and son passed by an ordinary Taoist temple, they were stopped by a man dressed as a Taoist.

The first time the Taoist saw Han Wuwang, his kind-hearted expression turned cold. He pointed at him and blurted out, "Monster!"

That was the first time Han Wuwang saw his mother suddenly change his expression. Before his mother could say anything, the Taoist had already unsheathed the green blade in his sleeve and slashed the sword light.

His mother hugged him, threw out a talisman without hesitation, and ran away desperately.

The memory of that day, in Han Wuwang's mind, was only the sword light and exploding firelight that filled the sky.

That day was also the first time Han Wuwang heard his mother mention the Sanqing Dao Sect.

The Sanqing Daozong saved him and his mother who were dying.

That day was also the first time Han Wuwang knew that his mother was an ordinary human race, but he was half of the demon race.

He is the child of human race and demon race.

His father abandoned them, and because his mother was from the human race, the Sanqing Dao Sect had a good life and allowed them a way out.

As long as they stay safe and stay within the Jiu Ming Prefecture of Sanqing Dao Sect, naturally no monks will go out of their way to cause trouble for them.

It was also because of this that the Taoist stopped.

That was the first time that Sanqing Dao Sect saved him.

But today...

Han Wuwang raised his head and looked at the beautiful and refined female cultivator in front of him, his voice was hard.

"Senior, do you know... my mother?"

After having a sore throat and a cold, I admit that I am weak!I feel sleepy and groggy after taking medicine~~Hurry up and write while I’m not taking medicine!