Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

After a stick of incense...

In a living room, Wu Fan was sitting on the chair above, holding a tea cup in his hand, sipping the fragrant tea.

Below, the military commander, Prime Minister Yin, and Xiang Tianlong stood respectfully on the ground.

"Has anything happened to Qingfengmen while I was away?"

Wu Fan slowly put down his tea cup, looked up at the people and asked.

"this……!"

Upon hearing this, the three people below couldn't help but look at each other, and no one spoke amid the hesitation.

"What? Did something happen?"

Wu Fan frowned when he saw this, and his voice became colder.

"Returning to Uncle Master, there is nothing serious about our sect. It's just that the "Sun Moon Valley" disciples often harass the disciples of our sect. During the past two years, the two disciples of our sect have fought each other every once in a while. Although there are no personnel There are casualties, but Elder Shen has seriously named them. If there are a few more fights, our sect and Riyue Valley may be sent on dangerous missions. "

Seeing that his uncle's tone was not kind, the general and minister hurriedly took a step forward and began to speak.

"Yes, I have been sternly warning the disciples recently that there is no need to go out. But this still can't prevent this from happening. After all, the disciples still have to go out to complete some tasks assigned by the superiors. But the Sun Moon Valley disciples don't seem to be afraid of being As if he was punished, he would seize the opportunity to embarrass the disciples of our sect. Just three days ago, Elder Shen had sent someone to give the final notice to our sect. Moreover, several of the disciples below were seriously injured and are still recovering from their injuries. "

At this time, Prime Minister Yin also came out, with an expression filled with indignation and said with anger in his eyes.

Although Xiang Tianlong on the side didn't say anything, he kept nodding his head, looking equally angry.

"So that's it. It seems that the little girl still has a grudge in her heart! I think it's not that Sun Moon Valley disciples are not afraid of being punished, they just don't dare to disobey that little girl's will."

Wu Fan felt relieved when he heard this, and said casually without taking the matter to heart.

"Uncle Master is right. It is expected that ordinary disciples in Sun Moon Valley would not dare to disobey orders. It must be Bai Qiaoer who was behind the instigation. But Uncle Master, what should we do now? We can't be harassed by the other party all the time, right?"

Prime Minister Yin nodded, then asked with a sad face.

The other two people also looked up at Wu Fan.

"It doesn't matter, this Sun Moon Valley won't be able to dance for a few days. This kind of thing will never happen again in the future."

Wu Fan chuckled, picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

"Hmm~?"

The three of them were startled when they heard this, and couldn't help but look at each other.

"Why did Uncle Master say this?"

Xiang Tianlong couldn't help his curiosity and was the first to stand up and ask.

"Then Master Bai Yue is dead!"

Wu Fan put down his teacup, stared at the three of them and said with a raised corner of his mouth, as if he was talking about something trivial.

"What!!! Dead?"

However, this sentence shocked the three people below. They all looked dumbfounded and shouted in unison, but soon, their eyes showed a look of joy.

"Uncle Master, why is Bai Yue still dead? Could it be that he was killed by you, Uncle Master?"

Xiang Tianlong, who has always had strong limbs and a simple mind, blurted out without even thinking.

But his words startled the other two people, and they quickly reached out and tugged on Xiang Tianlong's clothes to signal him not to talk nonsense.

Although Yin and Xiang both knew that Uncle Master had a grudge against Master Bai Yue, and it was possible that Master actually killed him, this was not something they could say at will.

When Xiang Tianlong saw this, he immediately reacted, scratched his head in embarrassment, and did not dare to say anything anymore.

"Master Nephew Xiang can't talk nonsense. If these words get out, how can your uncle and I still survive?"

Wu Fan glanced at Xiang Tianlong indifferently, his tone was slightly harsh, but he did not embarrass the other party. He also understood the character of his nephew.

"Uncle Master taught me that it was the disciple who spoke freely!"

Xiang Tianlong was startled and quickly bowed and apologized sincerely.

"Okay, it's okay to tell you that Master Bai Yue was killed by the enemy. Everyone will know about it soon. There is nothing to hide."

Wu Fan waved his hand to signal the other party to get up, and then said lightly.

"So that's it! Haha, this is really a blessing for our sect. Such a powerful enemy was actually killed by the enemy. This time I see how arrogant the Sun Moon Valley will be in the future."

When the military commander heard this, he raised his head and laughed excitedly, and couldn't help but gloat about his misfortune.

"It is indeed a great joy. This time, the disciples of Sun Moon Valley will probably leave with their tail between their legs in Fengxiao City, especially Bai Qiao'er. Now I see how she dares to offend us when she has no one to support her."

Prime Minister Yin also had his eyes shining with an evil smile on his face.

Several people knew in their hearts that Sun Moon Valley would be doomed. After all, this sect only had one Nascent Soul stage monk. Now that Bai Yue was dead, the disciples would also suffer, and might even be forced to be sent out to serve as cannon fodder. You know, cultivators The immortal world is so cruel. Since this sect does not have Nascent Soul Stage monks, how can it be on an equal footing with other sects?

"Okay, let's not talk about this matter for now. Let me ask you, during the past two years, did the superiors send you out to perform tasks, and were there any casualties?"

Wu Fan interrupted several people to continue talking, but asked about another matter.

"To reply to Master Uncle, Elder Shen kept his promise and did not send our disciples out to do missions. Even when the enemy attacked Fengxiao City twice, we only did logistics work in the city. No disciples in our sect have died in the past two years."

The three of them naturally understood what Wu Fan meant, and Yin Xiang spoke first.

"Okay, I understand."

Wu Fan nodded with satisfaction, and his impression of Elder Shen improved a bit.

"But..., but Yaowang Valley, Refining Sect and those family forces are not so lucky. Many people have died in the past two years."

However, the next moment, Yin Xiang's voice came out again, and he saw helplessness in his eyes.

"Is that so...! Alas! I can't do anything about this. From now on, I can only take care of them as much as I can!"

Wu Fan shook his head and sighed with emotion.

In fact, even if Yin Xiang didn't say it, he could guess it. After all, these forces didn't have any Yuanying-stage cultivators. Without powerful figures guarding the sect, how could their tasks be easy? Those senior figures of the alliance were also picking on the weak. It's just that he is still insignificant and unable to help. If he is now a late-stage cultivator, it would only take a word to help those forces.

"Uncle Master, don't think too much. Now we are facing a war between the two domains. Which sect can guarantee that there will be no casualties? In the future, we will be thankful as long as our sect is safe. As for other forces in Xia Country, it depends on their luck."

Wu Jiangchen saw that Wu Fan was a little disappointed, and hurried to comfort him.