Cultivation of Immortals Starts from the Roots

Chapter 96

In the city that never sleeps, in the hidden and expensive guest room that belongs exclusively to the True Spirit Sect.

Yan Xiuwen, who was wearing a blue shirt and carrying a sword box, was enjoying his drinks by himself, but there were two pairs of used cups on the table in front of him.

Now that person has left, and there is a storage bag intertwined with silver patterns in Yan Xiuwen's arms.

It was this light storage bag that made Yan Xiuwen not intoxicated, and everyone was drunk, and his face was flushed after not drinking much.

At this moment, the door was roughly pushed open.

Yan Xiuwen looked up, but a person he didn't know came in, dressed like a leftist disciple of the True Spirit Sect.

As Yan Hui's younger brother of the same clan, he has always walked sideways in the city that never sleeps, and his relationship with the True Spirit Sect is also very good, so naturally he is not afraid of any heretics.

What's more, he was in the residence of the True Spirit Sect, so he yelled loudly:
"Bastard, who let you in? Didn't I say..."

But this person was not alone. After standing still in the room, several monks with unkind faces followed.

In the middle is a gentle young man, holding a folding fan elegantly in his hand.

Seeing this person, Yan Xiuwen's expression changed. He stood up in horror, not knowing what to say, but the other party greeted him first.

"Nephew Yan, hello."

The folding fan youth smiled and opened the folding fan, and said with a smile:

"Did you have a good drink with fellow Taoist Qu Zhengyang from the True Spirit Sect just now?"

"What? What are you plotting?"

"It's over!"

Yan Xiuwen was stunned like a thunderclap, but his hand involuntarily touched his chest.

At this moment, the exquisite storage bag in his arms is no longer an intoxicating object, but has become a flesh-eating ghost.

How much he wanted to start over and let that storage bag disappear from his arms, and he never even thought about it.

But it's too late!Not only did he have bribes in his arms, but he and he had already been seen.

What's worse is that this young man with a folding fan led someone to block him in the house!

Yan Xiuwen is very clear: this young man with a folding fan looks like a literati, but he is definitely an unfathomable fellow.

Li Xingjian from the True Spirit Sect introduced him to the cultivators of Purple Realm Valley, and then Purple Realm Valley soon slew demons and evil in the North Sea, and gained a lot.

The prosperity of the limelight even overwhelmed other sects in the city for a time, only under the True Spirit Sect.

What's more, they didn't know the details of this person, and Yan Hui also pretended not to know.

Only one thing is certain, Li Xingjian, the second senior brother of the True Spirit Sect, seems to rely on this guy very much, not only regards him as a guest of honor, but even arranges a large number of foundation-building monks as bodyguards around him.

Being blocked by such a guy, will the end be okay?
In Yan Xiuwen's sweaty forehead, he could clearly see his fate.

Thinking of this, Yan Xiuwen looked down tremblingly, and there was a sound transmission jade slip leaning against the leg of the table beside him.

As long as it was turned on, people from Gong Yushu's lineage could immediately hear his cry for help, including Qu Zhengyang who had just left.

Seeing Yan Xiuwen's eyes, the folding fan youth smiled and said:

"Nephew Yan, you should give up your heart, go, find a place to explain clearly."

As he said that, he closed the paper fan, tapped his palms again and again, looked at Yan Xiuwen leisurely, and made it clear that he was sure of you.

Looking at the cat-watching-mouse expression of the folding fan youth, and the two foundation-building guards he brought, an unreconciled hatred surged into Yan Xiuwen's heart when he was about to die:
"I am the most lethal sword cultivator, isn't it too bad to sit and wait for death?!"

"Uncle Yan is able to achieve the perfect state of Qi training and build foundations, why can't I?"

"go to hell!"

He shouted angrily, and with a short body, he suddenly sacrificed the magic sword in the box, and was about to use the skill of controlling the sword, and escaped!

In the face of Yan Xiuwen's extremely superficial tricks.

"Ah."

The folding fan youth responded with a sneer, and moved back.

In the blink of an eye, Yan Xiuwen was pinned to the ground by a Foundation Establishment guard, like a dead fish.

The folding fan youth stepped forward and squatted in front of Yan Xiuwen, tapped the struggling ground with his fan, and said with a smile:

"As expected of a sword cultivator, he is indeed a master who does not shed tears when he sees the coffin."

"Just relying on your messy cultivation? Forget it, you think you're singing?"

At this moment, there was commotion outside the door, the folding fan youth stood up and looked back, but it turned out that it was Yan Hui who came down with his hands.

"Brother Yan, why are you here?"

"I told you that there are people in your clan who eat and crawl, but you still don't believe it, have you seen it?"

The folding fan youth was still smiling and greeted with a blink of an eye.

But Yan Hui's reaction was unexpected for the folding fan youth. He looked at Yan Xiuwen who was pinned down on the ground in embarrassment, and then the gloomy folding fan youth called out:

"This is my Yan family's private matter, why do you meddle in it casually! Tell him to stand up, I have something to ask him!"

The young man with a folding fan was full of astonishment, as if he was taken aback by Yan Hui's anger:
"What's wrong with you, Brother Yan? He's having an affair with Gong Yushu's confidant..."

"I know."

Yan Hui also seemed to feel that something was wrong just now, tried his best to control the anger in his chest, and squeezed out a few words word by word:

"I'm cleaning up the house myself, and I've got Senior Brother Li Xingjian's permission for this matter."

The folding fan youth looked at the unusual Yan Hui in surprise, and made a gesture to ask two of his subordinates to pull Yan Xiuwen up.

"You all go out, I will tell him myself."

Looking at all the cultivators in the Purple Realm Valley, their faces were all ugly. The young man with a folding fan spread his hands and led his men into the corridor, quietly watching Yan Hui close the door.

"No one is allowed in without my order!"

Yan Hui ordered loudly, but looked deeply at the folding fan youth.

After closing the door, Yan Hui looked at Yan Xiuwen who was sitting there with his head bowed, and sighed.

Normally, he probably wouldn't treat the young man with the folding fan like this, but after being so angry with Li Xingjian, he always felt that he was being used by the people of the True Spirit Sect.

And the True Spirit Sect is the boss of Zijing Valley. This feeling is like a child being bullied by an older child. He can't beat him, and he doesn't have the courage to do it. No one cares.

Can Yan Hui swallow this breath?

Just when he was so angry that he was about to die, his subordinates told the folding fan youth to arrest Yan Xiuwen.

Yan Hui had already been informed by Li Xingjian about Yan Xiuwen defecting to Gong Yushu.

But Yan Xiuwen is his brother from the same clan, and they always have feelings for each other, so it is not very easy to find evidence to arrest people.

But unexpectedly, the folding fan youth, Li Xingjian's confidant, actually caught him!

Even if a disobedient child is disciplined, it must be the parents.

Why do you, an outsider, slap my child?These things, coupled with the anger of the True Spirit Sect, made Yan Hui stay in the house by himself.

After driving away the outsiders and facing Yan Xiuwen alone, Yan Hui suddenly felt that he didn't know what to say.

Because there is only one end for this kind of thing, and everyone knows that.

So he could only glared at Yan Xiuwen who was speechless with his head bowed, just when he felt that there was nothing left to say.Yan Xiuwen knelt down in front of him with a "slap", and begged with tears streaming down his face:

"Brother, for the sake of my years of hard work for the family, please spare my life."

"Bastard! Where do you have the guts to contact Gong Yushu privately!"

"This is a traitor! You still have the face to beg for mercy?"

Yan Hui sat by the table and slammed the table:
"You have completely lost my face in front of outsiders, do you know that?"

"Fellow Daoist Xue from Tianfu Pavilion has already sent someone to look for me. He saved my life! I only told you these words!"

"The grace of saving life, instead of repaying it, sold the benefactor in a blink of an eye. Is this justified?"

"How do you tell me to meet him!"

As he said that, Yan Hui scolded more and more happily, and kicked Yan Xiuwen with his feet while talking.

Hearing his brother announce his fate, Yan Xiuwen's tears dried up, he suddenly grabbed Yan Hui's foot, raised his head and shouted:

"I don't want to die! I want to go home alive and build a foundation!"

After finishing speaking, he got up from his knees, pushed Yan Hui to the ground, jumped out of the window, and Yu Jian went through the air.

Everyone in Zijing Valley was standing at the door, and they heard the voices of shouting and cursing inside.

It wasn't until they sensed the sharp sword light shooting up into the sky that they broke into the door in a swarm.

Then came the voices of "Help Master Uncle up!" "He jumped out of the window and ran away!" "Chasing!"

One of the folding fan youth's subordinates asked, "Shall we chase after him?"

The folding fan youth looked at the chaotic room in front of him, and threw out three words in disgust:
"Chasing a fart!"

He went directly to Li Xingjian.

"It's unreasonable!" The fan-folding youth scolded angrily, "I acted for him, but he deliberately let him escape!"

Li Xingjian poured tea for him with a smile, and said with a smile:

"We have nothing to lose. Since brother Yan is unwilling to be cruel, let him go."

"If he really killed his relatives righteously without blinking, you will probably stop him, right?"

"Ado."

The folding fan youth spread out the fan and slapped it a few times distractedly, and said:

"I have already been targeted by Gong Yushu. The elders in the clan are putting pressure on me. I will leave the city that never sleeps in the near future. You can handle the rest yourself."

"The matter of the Loose Cultivator Alliance is settled?" Li Xingjian asked.

"Don't worry, everything is ready, I only owe Dongfeng." Said the folding fan youth.

"As expected of the descendants of the Tianfeng blood who are also members of the True Spirit family, this matter has been settled so quickly."

Li Xingjian clapped his hands and sighed, and said with admiration:

"With Brother Ye's help, Li will definitely be able to unseat Gong Yushu in one fell swoop. Please drink tea."

The young man with a folding fan waved his hand in a sympathetic manner, took a sip from his teacup, and said with a smile:

"It's the same with you. The clan deeply appreciates your actions. Among the miscellaneous cultivators in the master-student line of the clan, there are too few, too few who are as powerful and efficient as you."

But Li Xingjian was startled for a moment, and immediately returned to normal. The word "miscellaneous" that was inadvertently brought out in the words of the folding fan youth deeply hurt his heart.

Some absent-minded youths with folding fans didn't pay attention, and said to themselves:
"The strength of the city that never sleeps, as well as the monks who came to support it, are too weak to withstand the wind and waves, and it will collapse if it blows.

True Monarch Silver Shark is watching over the Yaozu, so don't worry about it, the Loose Cultivation Alliance has an extra useless Jindan Loose Cultivator, but no one can help you! "

"That is, we must work hard." Li Xingjian smiled and nodded.

After seeing off the young man with the folding fan, a stern man in black robes and strong attire under his command walked in quietly.

Seeing Li Xingjian sitting alone in the shadow, he stepped forward and asked:
"Brother, is he leaving?"

Unexpectedly, Li Xingjian didn't answer, he held the teacup hanging in the air, his eyes fixed on the teacup, as if he was insane.

"Senior brother, what's wrong with you?" the cold and stern man asked.

Li Xingjian seemed to have turned around from a trance, he let out a long sigh, and murmured:

"Miscellaneous repair? It will collapse if you blow it? Is this the identity you set for us?"

"What's the matter?" The stern man opened his mouth wide in surprise.

But Li Xingjian ignored him, he stared at the teacup in a daze, staring in a daze.

Suddenly the teacup was crushed by him, Li Xingjian gritted his teeth and said to himself:
"Never! Even if I am smashed to pieces, I must live like a human being!"

at the same time.

In a corner of the city that never sleeps, Zijingu is stationed.

"Did you hand in the invitation just now? Tianfu Pavilion Tongying?"

A handsome middle-aged man dressed as a swordsman came in and asked.

Tong Ying in the living room quickly stood up, clasped her fists and said:
"Yes, it's down."

"excuse me."

The handsome middle-aged man cupped his hands, and immediately took out a photo bead from the storage bag, sealing all the appearance and breath of the child's shadow.

Only then nodded to her, exited the living room, and closed the door behind him.

The dark silence immediately returned to the living room, leaving only the child shadow of himself, quietly sitting back on the chair.

She knew he was coming soon.

The door creaked and was pushed again, and a person walked in through the threshold lightly.

Tong Ying raised her head, didn't get up, didn't salute, just stared at that person.

The man stood there quietly, staring at him equally.

"Fellow Daoist Yan, Brother Xue asked me to come find you."

Tong Ying swallowed her saliva and moistened her dry throat before saying this.

"Well, I really didn't expect that he would come to me."

Yan Hui shook his head, but didn't say anything more, because there was nothing to say.

Just when he was secretly thinking about how to explain that incident, Tong Ying moved.

She didn't speak again.

She kept her body straight, bent her legs, and knelt down in front of Yan Hui with a plop.

"You you... what are you doing?"

Yan Hui was taken aback by this sudden change, his face had already changed color.

"Friend Daoist, save my life!" Tong Ying raised her head and sighed.

Yan Hui came back to his senses, hurriedly took a step, and stretched out his hand to hold Tong Ying:
"What's wrong with you?"

But his hand was grabbed: "Brother Yan must save me!"

"Get up first!" Beads of sweat were already forming on Yan Hui's forehead, who was bowing.

But Tong Ying's knee seemed to be on the ground.

"If you don't agree, I will never get up!"

Tong Ying looked at him with despair in his eyes:
"I can only beg you now, Fellow Daoist Yan!"

After a long time, Yan Hui sighed and said:

"You mean, brother Xue has been pushing you in front of the stage to perfunctory senior brother Gong Yushu."

"But today, under the persecution of Senior Brother Gong, you have revealed all of Brother Xue's plan, and Senior Brother Gong is already on the way to find Brother Xue?"

Tong Ying was still kneeling upright, she nodded feebly.

There was no light in the room, and the darkness engulfed most of the foundation cultivator's body, making her nod like a dead branch trembling weakly in the night.

(End of this chapter)