Mortal: Fengling Linggen, married Chen Qiaoqian

"It turns out that Old Monster Feng and Old Ghost Xiang have arrived, and they have brought a distinguished guest with them. Who is this person that these two seniors value so much?"

A hint of doubt appeared on Hu Qinglei's slightly yellow face, but then he flipped his palm and the flame went out automatically.

“Could it be Senior Feng from Tianwai Island and Senior Xiangqian from Xiling Mountain?”

The blue-robed scholar heard Hu Qinglei talking to himself and asked in astonishment.

The expressions of other male and female monks also changed suddenly.

"Apart from these two seniors, who else could it be? But judging from what they said, it seems that they brought a stranger with them."

"I am quite interested in this. Since they have arrived outside the palace, I will naturally go to greet them in person."

Hu Qinglei sneered.

"Then let's go and pay our respects to the two seniors together."

The brocade-robed man stood up hurriedly and spoke.

The other monks did not dare to neglect and echoed him.

The old man in the wooden crown nodded calmly, then slowly stood up and walked out of the hall.

The other monks followed closely and walked out of the hall together.

The entire Mount Motuo was shrouded in an extremely violent ice and snow storm, and after passing the storm, there was a huge yellow light curtain that completely covered the palace below.

Although the vision is a little blurry through this layer of light curtain, the general scene can still be seen clearly.

At this moment, somewhere above the light curtain, three figures were stagnant. Two old men and a young man were floating there calmly, motionless.

They were Yan Yun, Old Monster Feng and Xiang Zhili.

After a brief smile, Xiang Zhili did not say much, because at this moment, a team of monks flew out from the palace complex below and headed straight for where they were.

Although Yan Yun didn't say much along the way, he was concentrating on observing the front at this moment. With just one glance, he accurately determined that the old man with a wooden crown in the lead was a cultivator in the Spirit Transformation Stage.

However, when his eyes swept over the monks behind him, he couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise.

"Junior Brother Yan, do you recognize one of them?"

Xiang Zhili turned to look at Yan Yun, appearing quite surprised.

"There was indeed one person, and we met once."

Yan Yun quickly withdrew his gaze and replied calmly.

"I see." Xiang Zhili nodded thoughtfully.

At this time, the old man with the wooden crown had already flown behind the light curtain, clasped his hands together, and muttered something.

Immediately afterwards, the light curtain in front of Yan Yun and the other three people flickered with light and a crack appeared on its own.

Xiang Zhili and Feng Laoguai did not hesitate and immediately rushed into the light curtain with big strides.

After a slight hesitation, Yan Yun also turned into a green light and followed closely. Then, the yellow light curtain returned to its original state.

A moment later, the three people's escape lights gradually disappeared and appeared in front of the old man with the wooden crown and his team.

"Brother Xiang, Fellow Daoist Feng, it seems that you have arrived a little late this time. I learned the news a few days ago and knew that you had already set off."

"Why did we arrive here only now? Did we encounter any mishap along the way?"

When Hu Qinglei saw Xiang Zhili and the other man, he first smiled slightly, then asked lazily.

"Brother Hu's prediction was indeed correct! We did encounter some problems on the way, which delayed our trip."

"But we will discuss this matter in detail later. Before that, I would like to introduce a new friend to Fellow Daoist Hu. Fellow Daoist Yan will soon join us and become one of us."

Xiang Zhili laughed loudly, then pointed at Yan Yun and began to introduce him.

Among the many cultivators behind the old man with the wooden crown, one of them showed an expression of astonishment after seeing Yan Yun's face clearly.

"join us?"

When the old man in the wooden crown heard this proposal, his expression changed. His eyes, which were originally slightly narrowed, suddenly widened a lot. He stared at Yan Yun closely, silent.

"My name is Yan Yun, nice to meet you, Brother Hu!"

Yan Yun looked calm, clasped his hands together and bowed respectfully.

His behavior was neither humble nor arrogant, as if he was interacting with everyone on an equal footing.

This scene made the blue-robed scholar and others open their eyes, and for a moment they closed their mouths and stopped talking.

"Humph! Old Ghost Xiang, Old Monster Feng, are you getting old and confused? How can a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage be qualified to join a team like ours?"

Hu Qinglei's face darkened and he began to question mercilessly.

"Haha, Xiang's decision must have a profound meaning."

Xiang Zhili's expression remained unchanged. He smiled lightly, then moved his lips slightly and began to communicate via voice transmission.

Hu Qinglei's face was a little gloomy at first, but after listening to a few words of the message, his eyes revealed surprise, excitement, and even ecstasy.

He was shocked at first, then became extremely excited, and finally nodded repeatedly in agreement.

"It turns out that Monk Yan has a close relationship with Linglong Demon Concubine, and he also played an important role in the battle to destroy demons in Kunwu Mountain."

"It's really sad. All the recent events in Yinluo Sect were caused by Master Yan."

"It's really unexpected. I thought it was done by a cultivator in the Spiritualization Stage. Master Yan is so powerful that he can be considered an equal to us."

After Xiang Zhili finished conveying his message, Hu Qinglei's eyes gradually softened as he looked at Yan Yun.

"I have long been familiar with Brother Hu's name. I hope you will forgive me for my hasty visit."

Yan Yun smiled slightly and answered in the same polite and considerate manner.

"Master Yan is a rare talent of the time, so I am naturally happy to make his acquaintance. In addition, I believe you two have also heard of the fellow Taoists who came to congratulate you this time?"

Hu Qinglei raised the corner of his mouth slightly, then turned to Xiang Zhili and the others and said.

The Nascent Soul cultivators standing behind the old man with the wooden crown became even more shocked when they heard that Yan Yun was actually related to the Yinluo Sect matter they had just discussed.

Then, he couldn't help but show his surprise when he saw that the old man with the wooden crown seemed to want to make friends with Yan Yun on an equal footing.

After hearing what Hu Qinglei said, everyone stepped forward to salute Xiang Zhili and Feng Laoguai. However, the two of them waved their hands repeatedly, indicating that there was no need for courtesy.

However, after paying respects to Xiang Laoguai and the other two, one of them suddenly bowed to Yan Yun and said with envy on his face:
"Congratulations, Brother Yan. We haven't seen each other for a long time. Now you have successfully advanced to the late stage."

This person was wearing a green robe, had silver hair and looked like a young boy. He was the old man Kuzhu who Yan Yun had sent to fight the humanoid puppet in order to get the Black Phoenix Feather.

Now he is still stuck at the peak of the middle Nascent Soul stage. It seems that after such a long time he still hasn't been able to break through the bottleneck of the late stage. It is probably difficult for him to make further progress in this life.

"I never expected to meet Fellow Daoist Kuzhu again here. My promotion was just a fluke."

Although Yan Yun's impression of the old man Kuzhu was not very deep, his Black Phoenix Feather provided great help in refining the Three Flame Fan, so he responded with a slight smile.

After hearing this, Old Man Kuzhu coughed awkwardly a few times. Just as he was about to continue speaking, Hu Qinglei interrupted him impatiently:

"Well, this is not a place for conversation. Why don't you follow me to the hall to rest for a while?"

Hearing the suggestion from the old man Mu Guan, the old man Ku Zhu had to swallow the words that were about to come out of his mouth, smiled at Yan Yun and said no more.

So the group flew downwards, heading directly for the magnificent palace that Hu Qinglei and others had just left.

Entering the hall, everyone took their seats according to their status.

At Hu Qinglei's command, many maids immediately set about changing the banquet table.

Yan Yun, Xiang Zhili and Feng Laoguai were arranged to sit next to Hu Qinglei, and their status was obviously special.

Other cultivators would naturally not be surprised that Xiang Zhili and Feng Laoguai, who were both Jinhua cultivators, could enjoy the same treatment as Hu Qinglei. However, Yan Yun, as a Yuanying cultivator, was not surprised.

He actually received the same courtesy as them, which made the monks present full of doubts, and they began to secretly speculate about Yan Yun's true background.

Every cultivator present here, no matter how prominent their status in the world of immortal cultivation, although they have complaints about this in their hearts, they still maintain a calm expression on the surface.

However, a monk next to Old Man Kuzhu seemed particularly curious and quietly asked about Yan Yun's origins.

Although the monk's voice was extremely weak, thanks to the cultivation level of the masters in the hall, they could naturally hear it clearly.

However, Old Man Kuzhu had only met Yan Yun once, so how could he possibly know Yan Yun's background?

Therefore, most Yuanying stage practitioners were quite disappointed with Old Man Kuzhu's response.

Yan Yun remained seated as steady as a rock, his expression expressionless, as if he didn't even hear anyone talking about him.

Below, the two cultivators, the old man with the wooden crown and Xiang Zhili, were having a lively conversation, and other Nascent Soul stage cultivators were also chatting with each other.

Since the three Spirit Transformation cultivators did not mention Yan Yun's background, the others naturally did not dare to ask rashly and had to pretend to be completely unaware of the matter.

After waiting for a while, the blue-robed scholar glanced at Yan Yun deeply, then suddenly stood up, bowed to Yan Yun and said:
"Friend Yan, I just heard from Senior Hu that many recent incidents in Yinluo Sect seem to be related to you. I wonder if this is true?"

After hearing the other party's question, Yan Yun was not surprised at all, but nodded calmly:

"The affairs of the Yinluo Sect do have some connection with Yan. May I ask if you have any connection with the Yinluo Sect?"

"I am just a casual cultivator and have no connection with the Yinluo Sect. It's just that I have met Fellow Daoist Fang from the Yinluo Sect several times. I am just asking casually."

"Could it be that Fellow Daoist Fang's death is also related to you?"

The blue-robed scholar's eyes flickered constantly, and his expression gradually became serious.

After hearing this, the other Nascent Soul stage practitioners in the hall held their breath and concentrated, wanting to hear how the mysterious Yan Yun would answer this question.

The old man in the wooden crown above also stopped talking with Xiang Zhili and others, and turned towards this side with a mocking smile.

"Since this fellow Daoist really wants to know about this matter, then I will no longer hide it. The leader of the Yinluo Sect was indeed killed by me."

Yan Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at the scholar for a moment, and then replied indifferently.

As soon as these words were spoken, the Nascent Soul practitioners on both sides suddenly became agitated, with different expressions.

"I see. Thank you, Brother Yan, for clearing up my doubts."

The blue-robed scholar was suddenly filled with horror in his heart, but on the surface he just smiled slightly, returned to his seat, and did not mention the matter again.

This reaction surprised Yan Yun a little, but he immediately smiled and said nothing more.

Hu Qinglei couldn't help but sneer when he saw this scene. Just as he was about to speak, he saw a woman in palace dress walking in from outside the palace gate. She came lightly to his side and whispered a few words in a low voice.

After hearing this, the Grand Elder of the Heavenly Demon Sect's eyes flashed, he stroked his beard, and said:
"Before Brother Xiang and the other three arrived, you fellow Taoists had already expressed your wish to see the three concubines that I will soon marry."

"I have also agreed. They are waiting outside the hall. I will call them into the hall and serve a glass of light wine to all Taoist friends."

"Haha, you may want to display your gifts first. See if you can win the favor of these three girls."

"Especially the gifts from Brother Feng and Brother Feng, don't make them too simple. If they are surpassed by these juniors, I'm afraid I will lose face."

Hu Qinglei laughed continuously!
"Humph, since I met you, I have given you countless treasures in the Demon Palace because of your repeated attempts to take concubines. It's really a waste of money for you, old man."

Old Monster Feng snorted coldly a few times, with a helpless expression on his face, but he finally spread out his palms.

An exquisite small wooden box suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand and was gently placed on the table in front of him.

Xiang Zhili took out an exquisite jade box with a slight smile, but did not say anything.

"Ha, I have absolutely no intention of taking the treasures you have given me as gifts for myself."

"Giving a treasure to a beautiful woman is a beautiful thing in itself. Why do you two Taoist friends have to be so fussy about it?"

"Given the scale of your wealth, these precious items are just a drop in the bucket. It is more valuable to win a beautiful woman's smile."

Instead of being angry, Hu Qinglei laughed out loud, revealing a somewhat smug expression.

The many monks below also took out the gifts they had prepared from the storage bags they carried with them. Among them were rare refining materials and sparkling ancient magic weapons.

Yan Yun had already carefully selected gifts before coming to the banquet, so he took out two bottles of pills from his storage bag.

This gift, which is used to improve the cultivation level of Nascent Soul cultivators, can be said to be quite generous and practical.

Just as Yan Yun was gazing at the precious gifts presented by others, footsteps were heard outside the window.

Then, a group of beautiful maids dressed in colorful tasseled palace costumes accompanied three extremely beautiful female nuns and walked into the hall in a dignified manner.

All the monks in the hall focused their eyes on the three women in an instant, followed by voices of admiration coming from all directions.

These three women are indeed all extremely beautiful and stunning beauties! (End of this chapter)