I have 99 innate treasures

Chapter 274 I am Zhang Qianren!
After Ji Yun left the stone building holding the icy Soul-Nourishing Altar, he walked for a while. When he felt that the surrounding environment had become safe, he swallowed his saliva and let out a long breath.

Just now in the stone building, when he heard that Master Yun Yuan knew that he had used the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Pot to kill Zhao Mu and the other two, he was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat.

"I was too careless. If the Heaven Devouring Demon Pot had not been similar in appearance to the 'Soul Refining Altar', I would have been dead just now!"

"The current Heaven Devouring Demon Jar can only devour people of the same realm as me, but Master Yunyuan is a Jindan Great Cultivator. If he had asked for the Heaven Devouring Demon Jar just now, I would have died regardless of whether I handed it over or not."

"It doesn't matter if I die because of this, but I'm afraid that my younger sister will be implicated... Although she is already a disciple of Taoist Master Huangquan, the Heaven Devouring Demon Pot is an innate treasure after all. If it involves such a treasure, these demon cultivators will probably do anything!"

As Ji Yun frowned and thought about this, his pale face became solemn.

What happened just now was like a wake-up call for him, making him realize that when he was in Huangquan Dao Sect, he had to be extremely careful in everything. Even if there was no one around him, he had to act as if someone was watching him.

After all, he had no idea whether there were any cultivators' spiritual awareness, magic, or the like around him.

Only by always thinking that someone is watching you can you develop the instinct of caution and keep your life in this holy land of magic.

When he thought of this, he secretly said, "I can't trust Master Yunyuan's words easily. I have never seen the so-called 'Soul Refining Altar'. Even if this statement is a lie to me, I don't know."

"This Jindan ancestor who has lived for more than 400 years has a mind as deep as the sea. Even if I have ten brains, I can't outsmart him. For now, I can only deal with him carefully."

"For example, regarding the spirit stone fragments, if he hadn't spoken out about the plan, I might have thought that I was lucky until now."

"I would never have thought that the mutual calculations and life-and-death struggles between Zhao Mu and others were just a plot of this deacon in the end..."

Ji Yun sighed softly, feeling under great pressure.

"This kind of person is really scary... Speaking of which, even though he keeps saying 'be careful of being possessed by someone', there may be some calculation behind his words."

"For example... hinting that I should keep the matter of the Heaven Devouring Demon Jar secret. This way, other than him, the other ancestors in the sect would not know about this treasure."

"The reason why he didn't snatch this treasure from me on the spot is probably because he wanted to see if this treasure has the power to take over someone else's body."

Thinking of this, Ji Yun showed a thoughtful look on his face, and thought to himself: "Passive response is not a long-term solution after all. I have to find a chance to investigate the matter of the Cold Pond and the Soul-Nourishing Altar."

"Also, I have to use this Soul Cultivation Altar to capture a ghost servant in the secret realm, and then see how to train the ghost servant to be more powerful, so that I can perfectly hide the Heaven Devouring Demon Jar in the assessment secret realm."

After making a secret decision, he looked up at the destination ahead.

From a distance, the place was shrouded in thick clouds and fog.

When he chatted with other chores disciples on weekdays, he had already found out that the outer gate of Huangquan Dao Sect was built in the distant mountain range that stretched for hundreds of miles, with undulating peaks and covered with clouds all year round.

In that mountain range, there is a main peak that towers into the clouds, where Taoist Master Huangquan and the elders live.

The residences of the outer and inner disciples are scattered among the other peaks of the mountain range. The sect hollowed out the peaks, dug out caves for them, and divided them into areas.

Compared with the outer disciples who can only live on the outskirts of the mountain range, the mountains where the inner disciples live are very close to the main peak, like the moon surrounded by stars.

This is because countless zombies are buried under the earth veins of the main peak, and the evil energy from the zombies has accumulated and spread over the years, turning the main peak into a treasure land.

The closer to the main peak, the more beneficial it will be for the disciples' ghost servants and refined corpses.

As the number of ghost servants and refined corpses in the mansion increased, their yin and evil spirits fed back to the main peak. This caused this mountain range stretching for hundreds of miles to be shrouded in clouds formed by yin energy all year round, like a natural fog array.

At the foot of the mountain outside the mountain range is where these menial disciples live.

After countless years, generations of menial disciples have built one unique town after another around the entire mountain range.

The plain outside the town is the area of ​​spiritual fields and spiritual mines.

While Ji Yun was thinking about all this, his figure was also moving back and forth in the well-organized streets.

During this time, he met some unfamiliar errand disciples. Those who recognized the black jar in his arms looked at him with envy, while those who didn't looked indifferent.

He walked for about an hour before he finally walked out of the town.

At this time, he also saw two young men standing on both sides of a stone staircase in the distance.

And everything behind the two people was shrouded in thick fog.

One of them was fat, the other was thin. They wore dark clothes embroidered with silver patterns, and had cold and indifferent expressions on their faces.

Ji Yun walked a few steps quickly and stopped a few meters away from the two men. He bowed and said, "Miscellaneous disciple Ji Yun, greetings to the two senior brothers."

After he saluted, the two returned the salute with indifference on their faces.

"You're welcome, Junior Brother."

After they returned the gifts, Ji Yun held the jar with one hand and took out the outer gate token from his arms with the other hand and handed it to them.

The token is only the size of a palm, and is oval in shape, like black jade. The front is engraved with "Outer Gate" and the back is engraved with "Outer Gate Deacon, made by Yun Yuan".

After the two of them took a look at the token in his hand, the fat senior brother immediately showed a stiff smile on his face and said, "So it turns out that you are the newly promoted outer sect junior brother."

After that, he asked the thin senior brother, "Senior brother, between you and me, who will lead the way for this junior brother?"

Senior Brother Shou said indifferently: "I'll go, it's time to change shifts now."

After that, he nodded gently to Ji Yun and said, "Junior brother, please follow me."

"Thank you two senior brothers."

Ji Yun hurriedly thanked him and then followed closely behind the thin senior brother.

They took a few steps and entered the thick fog.

After Ji Yun passed through the thick fog, he discovered that the fog seemed to be only a thin layer. Once he passed through it, the scene in front of him instantly became clear.

He looked up and saw a long stone staircase built along the mountain.

On the way up the mountain, the thin senior brother briefly introduced himself and the fat senior brother to Ji Yun in a cool and steady voice.

His name is Lu Qingyun, and the fat senior brother is called Xu Tianxing. They both joined the Huangquan Taoist Sect three years ago. No other details were given.

Ji Yun observed him carefully for a while and saw that he had a high nose bridge, sharp eyes, a slightly cold face, and his behavior was steady and powerful. He never looked around and seemed extremely confident.

Lu Qingyun ignored Ji Yun's gaze and walked on his own.

Soon, the two of them walked along the stone steps to a position close to the top of the mountain. When they got here, Ji Yun suddenly saw a half-hidden stone archway that seemed to be standing on the top of the mountain.

The stone archway is completely black, and its material seems to be the same as the stone building where Master Yun Yuan lives.

Lu Qingyun noticed Ji Yun's gaze and said calmly, "That is the mountain gate. After passing the mountain gate, you will officially step into the outer gate area of ​​the sect."

As he spoke, he started walking towards the top of the mountain.

Ji Yun hurriedly followed, feeling a little excited.

Soon, the two of them came to the majestic mountain gate one after the other. Ji Yun looked up at the pitch-black, majestic and gloomy stone archway, and saw a blood-red plaque hanging on it, with the four characters "Huangquan Daozong" written in a powerful brushstroke.

There seemed to be some kind of mystery in the font. Ji Yun only took a glance at it and felt cold all over. He also heard endless cries filled with resentment.

Surrounded by these sounds, the world before his eyes was instantly covered by a strange scene...

It was a gloomy and gloomy world, with piled up dark clouds very close to the ground.

An endless black and red ocean was surging in the strong wind, emitting a strong fishy smell.

Ji Yun listened to the sound of the waves and for a moment he couldn't tell whether this was reality or an illusion.

He wanted to take a step, but found that his body was like under a spell and he couldn't move.

Immediately afterwards, one after another, broken bodies with hideous faces and blue-black bodies were seen being washed ashore by the waves.

They twisted their broken bodies, slowly struggled to stand up, and staggered towards him.

When the corpses came before him, they all wailed and stretched out their hands.

Seeing countless blue-gray hands emitting a foul smell scrambling to grab him, Ji Yun's pupils shrank. He suppressed the instinct to summon the Heaven-Devouring Demon Pot and stared at the corpses.

At this moment, his left shoulder suddenly sank, as if someone had hit him hard.

In an instant, everything in the scene slowly shattered like a mirror and disappeared from his sight.

Ji Yun came back to his senses and subconsciously let out a sigh of relief.

Lu Qingyun took back the hand that was patting Ji Yun's shoulder, wondering about his state of mind, but did not say anything. He just took a few steps forward calmly.

"Thank you..."

Ji Yun was about to thank him, but before he could finish his words, he saw Lu Qingyun pass through the blood-red vortex that suddenly appeared in the stone archway and disappeared from his sight.

Lu Qingyun was no longer there at this moment. Although Ji Yun was somewhat curious about the stone archway-like mountain gate, he did not dare to look up again.

He subconsciously hugged the icy soul-nourishing altar in his arms and walked to the door with his head down.

This mountain gate seemed to have consciousness. When he approached, a blood-red air vortex immediately appeared in front of him.

Just as he was about to step in, a "swish" sound suddenly rang beside his ear.

The next moment, two flying swords fell beside him, one in front and one behind, leaving behind two figures, one old and one young.

Ji Yun looked at them carefully and found that the monk with an old face seemed to be in his sixties or seventies. The black robe draped loosely on his body made him look extremely decadent.

Her gray hair was as messy as a bird's nest, with a jade hairpin inserted diagonally on top of her head.

He had a goatee on his chin and scraggly beard on both sides of his cheeks.

But what caught Ji Yun's attention the most was the other person's bloodshot eyes and the sneer faintly hanging at the corners of his mouth.

The young monk was wearing the same ink-colored robe embroidered with silver patterns as Lu Qingyun. His face was rather ordinary, nothing special about it.

After Hong Dengyun sensed Ji Yun's cautious gaze, he ignored him and said to Zhang Qianren beside him with a smile: "Senior, this is the mountain gate of Huangquan Dao Sect. As long as you enter from here, you will reach the outer gate area."

"However, to pass through the mountain gate, you need an identity token granted by the sect. Senior, please wait here for a moment. I will go to the elders in the sect to ask for one for you."

Zhang Qianren nodded slightly and said, "Go ahead, but if you don't come back, don't blame me for making a scene here. If someone comes out, I will say that you invited me here."

After saying this, he smiled gently at Hong Dengyun.

Hong Dengyun was frightened by his words and his face changed. He could only bite the bullet and bowed his head, clasping his fists, and said seriously: "Don't worry, senior."

After saying that, he turned around and walked into the mountain gate.

As the blood-red air vortex swallowed up his figure, Zhang Qianren also turned his gaze to Ji Yun beside him.

As early as when the flying sword fell, he felt that this pale-faced young man exuded a special aura that was difficult to describe.

Ji Yun also has this feeling.

That's why he didn't enter the mountain gate immediately.

Zhang Qianren looked at Ji Yun seriously with a pair of bloodshot eyes and asked, "Little brother, what's your name?"

Ji Yun immediately gave his fake name.

"My name is Jia Ming, which means merchant (gu) Jia and Ming means tomorrow."

Zhang Qianren frowned, "'Jia Ming?' What a strange name. I have never met him before. Why do I feel that he has an aura that attracts me?"

Before he could figure out the reason, a blood-red air vortex suddenly appeared in the mountain gate in front of him. Then, more than a dozen monks with gloomy faces walked out of the vortex as if facing a great enemy and stood in front of Zhang Qianren.

Although Zhang Qianren could feel the powerful aura emanating from them, he could not tell their realm.

He subconsciously became alert and stared at these monks coldly.

One of the old monks asked at this time: "What is your name, and what brings you to Huangquan Dao Sect?"

Zhang Qianren had no expression on his face, and spoke word by word: "I am Zhang Qianren!"

After hearing his name, the monks looked at each other and whispered to each other.

"He actually admitted it just like that?"

"So, the hairpin on his head is the Ruyi Jingu Bang, one of the innate treasures?"

"It is said that he easily destroyed Baiyun Temple. Baiyun Temple is one of the branch temples of Pushan Temple. Although Master Baiyun only has the Nascent Soul cultivation level, according to the information we have learned, Zhang Qianren only had the Foundation Establishment cultivation level at that time. In this case, the Ruyi Jingu Bang must be able to help him cross several realms and kill people!"

"I think it's more than that. After he destroyed Baiyun Temple, Pushan Temple would not remain indifferent. They would definitely send law enforcement monks to cause trouble for him. Those law enforcement monks are all Yuanshen cultivators and know how to attack together."

"In this case, doesn't it mean that he can threaten or even kill the Yuanshen cultivators when he is building his foundation?"

"Hasn't the Ruyi Jingu Bang's spirituality recovered yet? Why is it so powerful?"

"Have you forgotten? When the Ruyi Jingu Bang first appeared in the East China Sea, it was thousands of feet tall!"

"An innate treasure must be stronger than ordinary magic weapons or even immortal weapons. Under this premise, how many cultivators can withstand such a tall iron pillar falling down?"

"If you can't bear it, can't you hide away?"

“Unless this innate treasure grows and stretches at a speed far exceeding the speed of escaping light, otherwise, even if Zhang Qianren has the strength to threaten the Yuanshen cultivator, he will not be able to stop the Yuanshen cultivator!”

(End of this chapter)