Mortal: Fengling Linggen, married Chen Qiaoqian

The black-faced general used his spiritual sense to scan the opponent's body in doubt.

His heart was shaken, and his face revealed an expression of incredible fear.

The other party released a powerful aura of cultivation without any concealment, and he was actually a great cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage.

However, he had no idea when such a great monk named Yan appeared in Dajin.

Thinking that he had almost ordered the puppet to attack the person in front of him, the cultivator surnamed Cao broke out in a cold sweat. He quickly rushed into the sky and bowed deeply:
"I didn't know it was you, the senior, who was visiting. I'm sorry for any offense. I hope you will forgive me!"

After hearing this, the young man in the air remained silent for a moment with an expressionless face. Then he looked up at the palace in the sky not far away, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

As a result, even though the black-faced monk below was sweating profusely, he still did not dare to act rashly, for fear of angering this senior master and bringing disaster upon himself.

After all, for some Yuanying old monsters, such events are not impossible. He doesn't want to die in such a confused way.

Fortunately, the pale-faced middle-aged man next to him finally spoke up and helped him resolve the dilemma.

"Senior Yan, you promised me before that you would give me a few months to report this matter to the Pavilion Master. Why did you follow me here now?"

The middle-aged man smiled wryly and saluted the man in the air as well.

"It's nothing serious. My time is precious and I can't wait too long."

"Therefore, it would be better to have a direct conversation with your Lord."

"This must be the legendary Tianji Palace."

"It is said that this palace is also located in the mustard seed space, and it is also an extremely rare free space. The entrance position will automatically change every few years. Ordinary people have no chance to see it."

"What I saw with my own eyes today really lived up to Yan's expectations."

"You don't need to be so reserved. Since you are the guard of this place, I naturally don't mind what happened before. But I hope to meet your Pavilion Master, and I hope you can lead the way for me."

The young man's last sentence was spoken calmly to the black-faced monk, his tone filled with an irrefutable firmness.

To be honest, up to this moment, he still couldn't fully understand the true intentions of this great revisionist, and he was confused as to whether he was an enemy or a friend.

Hearing this, the white-faced middle-aged man couldn't help but twitch his mouth. After hesitating for a moment, he finally nodded slightly to the black-faced monk.

The monk surnamed Cao immediately stopped hesitating and promised hurriedly:

"I shall obey the orders given by the senior, but the Pavilion Master is currently meeting an honored guest. Could I please inform him first and then lead the senior there?"

"Are there any distinguished guests here?"

The young man was slightly stunned, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, but he still maintained an expressionless attitude and nodded slightly.

The black-faced monk was overjoyed and quickly reached into his storage bag to take out a sound transmission talisman.

After whispering a few words to the talisman quickly, he waved his hand and released it, which turned into a streak of fire and rushed towards the palace high in the sky in the distance.

Then, he smiled respectfully at the young man in the air, took the initiative to step into the Jade Gate, stepped onto the jade steps in the air, and began to lead the way.

The pale-faced middle-aged man followed quickly, closely following.

Both monks chose to walk instead of riding the light beam directly on the jade steps.

"Forbidden air ban!"

When the young man saw the scene in front of him, his brows frowned slightly, but then a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

I saw a flash of green light around him, and he floated forward directly from the air, as if he was not affected at all.

The two monks below saw this and smiled bitterly in their hearts.

The restrictions near this place are extremely strict. Cultivators whose cultivation is less than the Nascent Soul stage cannot leave the ground more than three feet.

However, for a great monk in the late Nascent Soul stage, this level of restriction obviously did not pose a threat, so they had no choice but to pretend to be unaware and continue walking forward.

The young man in the air seemed to intentionally avoid too much conflict with the owner of this place. He did not go straight to the hall, but followed behind the two people, flying slowly and leisurely.

This promising young man was Yan Yun, who came all the way from the distant Jin Dynasty.

Although his cultivation had improved, it still took him more than half a year to cross the vast Mulan grassland and reach Dajin.

Although the journey was arduous, he did not encounter too many difficulties. Instead, he had a smooth journey and arrived at his destination successfully.

Thinking back to when he traveled through the vast grassland, he was surprised to find that he had successfully avoided all potential crises and did not encounter any trouble.

This was quite surprising to him.

It turned out that more than a hundred years ago, due to some unknown reasons, Saint Tianlan and the Great Immortal Master jointly issued an order.

All high-level monks are required to gather in the Tianlan Temples in various locations for collective closed-door training. It is strictly forbidden to go out without the approval of the temple.

The purpose of this action seems to be to improve the overall strength of the entire Tuwu tribe's cultivation world through compulsory training.

After learning about this, Yan Yun couldn't help feeling a little regretful, but since he had missed this opportunity, he would not deliberately go to the Tianlan Temple to cause trouble.

After all, the strength of the Tuwu tribe should not be underestimated if he rashly breaks into the Tianlan Temple.

Then it is not just a personal grudge against a certain Tuwu monk, but involves the conflict of interests of the entire Tuwu tribe.

This was fundamentally different from the personal hatred he had with the Star Palace elder he killed in Tianxing City. He always remained vigilant about the overall strength of the Tuwu tribe.

Therefore, after careful thinking and weighing in his mind, Yan Yun finally gave up the idea of ​​looking for trouble with the members of the Tuwu tribe. He safely crossed the vast grassland and stepped into the borders of the Dajin Kingdom.

Compared with the other two problems, the problem about mustard seed space is relatively easy to solve and the time required is relatively small.

Therefore, Yan Yun decided to deal with this matter first and solve it first.

He set foot on a well-known market town located on the border of a prefecture in Dajin, and directly found a branch of Tianji Pavilion in that place.

A request was made to a pale middle-aged man in charge of the semicolon affairs to purchase the method of refining mustard seed space.

If an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator had made such a request, the middle-aged man in charge of semicolon affairs would have rejected it without hesitation.

However, when he faced Yan Yun, the great cultivator who had shown no reservations, the shopkeeper who was in the late Jindan stage was filled with shock. Naturally, he did not dare to do anything so offensive. He could only smile and keep explaining.

He said that he could not make decisions on his own regarding matters involving the secret art of mustard seed space, nor did he have the right to know the refining method. He had to report to the Pavilion Master in person to get a reply.

At the same time, given the importance of the matter, it would be difficult to achieve the goal by simply transmitting information through sound transmission notes. He needed to return to the main hall in person, and the estimated waiting time was two to three months.

When Yan Yun heard this, he thought it made some sense and nodded in agreement.

However, he did not really intend to wait patiently for such a long time, but decisively performed the secret technique and quietly followed the middle-aged man to this place. According to his understanding, although Tianji Pavilion was just a business.

But in fact, it has secret connections with several of the ten major sects of good and evil, and has also hired a late Nascent Soul cultivator to serve as a guest elder.

As for which sect this great elder belongs to, only a few people know about it, making it quite mysterious.

For Yan Yun, none of this matters.

As long as this guest elder is not the leader of the Yinluo Sect, even if he is an elder of the Tianmo Sect or the Taiyi Sect, it has nothing to do with him.

Although he came here with the intention of using his power to overpower others, he did not come here purely to obtain this secret technique. He had already prepared a large amount of spiritual stones and some precious treasures and materials.

In this case, the other party would surely not be willing to take the risk of offending a great monk for a seemingly useless secret technique.

Yan Yun's premonition seemed to be correct. Just when they were halfway up the floating jade steps, suddenly, a series of melodious welcoming bells rang out from the sky palace.

Immediately afterwards, a light flashed at the temple gate, and more than a dozen rays of light rushed out from it. After a gorgeous circle, the figures of monks appeared one after another.

They were neatly arranged on both sides of the entrance to the main hall, as if they were not bound by any restrictions on flying.

Among these people, two people walking side by side stood proudly, looking down at Yan Yun and others.

Yan Yun frowned slightly, but quickly regained his composure and took a sudden step forward in the air.

He unexpectedly moved more than ten feet away in the air, and with just a few steps, he mysteriously appeared in front of the door of the hall, just in time to meet the eyes of the two figures in the middle.

When the monks on both sides saw this scene, there was an immediate commotion. Some of them even looked frightened and reached out to grab the storage bags at their waists.

"Don't be rude! You guys should leave first. This must be Fellow Daoist Yan."

A fat old man standing on the right suddenly scolded the monks around him, then asked Yan Yun with a smile on his face.

"Are you the Pavilion Master of Tianji Pavilion?"

Yan Yun looked at the old man carefully for a moment and asked back in a calm tone.

"I am the master of this pavilion, and I hold a high position. In fact, I have already learned part of the purpose of your visit through the sound transmission talisman sent by Manager Zhang."

"However, this is not a suitable place for conversation. Can you follow me into the hall to discuss in detail?"

The plump old man stretched out his broad palm and sincerely invited Yan Yun to follow him into the hall.

What is amazing is that on each of the old man’s ten fingers, there is a ring of completely different shapes, some of which are so sparkling and dazzling that they seem to hurt the eyes.

Some are dim, ancient and simple, which really makes people sigh at the wonders of the world.

"Of course. But I would like to ask the masters, who can tell me your name and identity?"

Yan Yun glanced at the ring on the old man's finger and nodded slightly in agreement.

Then his gaze shifted to the monk next to the old man and he asked in a low voice without making any expression.

The monk was wearing a light yellow cassock and had a delicate face, looking like a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old.

Nevertheless, judging from the powerful aura he exudes, he is obviously an extraordinary figure in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul in Buddhism.

"I don't dare to bear it, I, Yanzhu!"

The young monk smiled slightly, clasped his hands together and performed a Buddhist ritual to Yan Yun.

"Flame Bamboo?" Yan Yun repeated the name in a low voice, but there was no relevant memory in his mind.

However, this is not surprising.

The high-level practitioners of the four major Buddhist sects are usually not well known to ordinary practitioners. In addition, Yan Yun is not a native of Dajin, so it is normal that he does not know a Buddhist elder.

However, when the old man at the side saw Yan Yun's indifferent expression, a hint of doubt flashed across his eyes.

Although he concealed it very cleverly, Yan Yun's keen insight would not let it go easily. On the surface, he remained unchanged, but in his heart he began to think deeply.

Could it be that this monk is a practitioner of great reputation in Buddhism? Otherwise, why would the head of Tianji Pavilion have such an expression?

However, the young monk didn't care about Yan Yun's reaction. He just smiled calmly, showing the demeanor of a great monk who was detached from the world.

At this time, the white-faced middle-aged man and the monk named Cao finally arrived at the gate of the hall. They hurried forward to salute the old man.

However, the old man simply gave a few instructions and sent the cultivator named Cao away, leaving only the middle-aged man with a pale face.

Afterwards, with the old man's humility, everyone walked into the Tianji Hall and sat down in the order of host and guest in a hall that was obviously a side hall.

Of course, the white-faced middle-aged man and several other Jindan-stage cultivators could only stand respectfully on both sides.

"I heard that Fellow Daoist Yan came here this time with the intention of purchasing our pavilion's secret technique for refining mustard seed space. I wonder if this is true?"

The old man asked Yan Yun bluntly about the real purpose of his trip.

"Indeed, Yan came here for this very purpose."

Yan Yun answered frankly without hiding anything.

"Then fellow Daoist wants to obtain this technique. I believe you have discovered the space crack yourself and hope to refine it into a mustard seed space. At the same time, you don't want to reveal the specific location of the space to avoid being known by others."

The old man smiled calmly, as if he didn't care at all.

As the head of the Tianji Pavilion, he possesses the strength of the middle Nascent Soul stage and is also the leader of a faction, therefore when facing Yan Yun.

Although he showed respect, he remained calm and composed and did not behave in any way out of character.

"Oh, have you agreed, fellow Taoist?"

Yan Yunzhen seemed quite curious and asked.

"That's not the case! Although these fellow Taoists have solemnly promised not to reveal the refining techniques to anyone, if this pavilion really does make the refining secrets public."

"I'm afraid that treasures like 'Tianji House' and 'Tianji Mansion' are no longer unique creations of our sect."

The fat old man in simple clothes answered frankly.

"Your Excellency must have another clever strategy to deal with this matter. Otherwise, even your Excellency would never make such an unwise move."

Yan Yun was silent for a moment, then said meaningfully. (End of this chapter)