Mortal Cultivation: Who Can Be More Yin Than Me, the Extreme Yin!

The sun rises in the east, and the morning glow fills the sky.

Song Wen's figure travels through the morning glow, and finally lands on the top of a small mountain a hundred miles outside Chihong City.

Today is the day agreed to go to Shuangji Gate to hand over the Cangyu flying boat, and it is also the agreed departure day.

Song Wen and the other nine people agreed to meet at this small mountain first, and then go to Shuangji Gate together.

As for why there are nine people, it is because a few years ago, another Yuanying stage cultivator joined.

As soon as Song Wen landed on the top of the mountain, he saw two people waiting on the top of the mountain, a man and a woman, both of whom were in the late Yuanying stage.

"I am Yan He, meet you, fellow Taoist." The female cultivator took the initiative to speak to Song Wen.

Although Song Wen has communicated with the other eight people many times, this is the first time they have met.

He clasped his hands together and replied with a smile, "I am Gou Jun."

Then, the male cultivator also introduced himself, and the three chatted casually.

After a while, several more people came, but they were all Yuanying cultivators. Soon, all six Yuanying cultivators were present.

Among the six Yuanying cultivators, only Yan He was a female cultivator.

Suddenly, two streams of light came from two different directions, one on the left and one on the right.

The person on the right was burly, with a full beard and a heroic look between his eyebrows.

The person on the left was covered in a dark cloak. His face and figure could not be seen clearly. He could only be roughly judged from his figure that he was a female cultivator.

Song Wen and the other six people instantly judged that the person on the right was Wei Qian and the person on the left was Shui Bing, and they all bowed to greet him.

"Hello, Seniors Wei Qian and Shui Bing."

"Hello, everyone, hello, fellow Daoist Wei Qian." Shui Bing's voice came from under the dark cloak.

Wei Qian did not respond to everyone immediately, but stared at Shui Bing with his eyes and frowned slightly.

"Fellow Daoist Shui Bing, why don't you show your true face?"

Shui Bing said, "My appearance is extremely ugly due to the cultivation method I practice. I have no choice but to use a cloak to cover it up. I hope you will forgive me."

Wei Qian said, "As cultivators of my generation, we seek immortality and ask for the truth. How can we care about our appearance? The cultivators in the God Transformation Stage in Ganchang Wasteland are all well-known, but I have never heard of you. Who are you?"

Shui Bing said, "I don't like to make friends with people. It's not surprising that you haven't heard of me."

Wei Qian naturally heard the perfunctory meaning in the other party's words.

He didn't care about the identity of 'Shui Bing', but the other party's strength and cultivation.

The cloak concealed Shui Bing's breath, making it impossible for Wei Qian to judge his exact cultivation. But Wei Qian himself did not cover up at all, and showed his cultivation in the middle stage of God Transformation without reservation.

Seeing that the other party was really unwilling to say more, Wei Qian did not ask questions, so he took the initiative to change the subject.

"The time for the meeting has come, why hasn't Zhong Ren shown up yet? Hasn't he always been eager to set off? Now that the day of departure has finally arrived, why hasn't he shown up yet?"

"Maybe he was delayed by something." Shui Bing said lightly.

At this moment, Song Wen noticed that the Shuangji Gate token in the storage ring trembled slightly.

He took it out and found that the person who sent the message was Zhong Ren.

[Fellow Taoists, I have arrived at Shuangji Gate, come quickly. ]

Song Wen could see the message, and naturally everyone else saw it.

"What's wrong with Zhong Ren? Why did he go to Shuangji Gate alone one step ahead?" Wei Qian said with some dissatisfaction.

Shui Bing said, "Daoist Wei Qian, do you know the true identity of Daoist Zhong Ren?"

Wei Qian shook his head, "'Zhong Ren' should be a pseudonym, I have never heard of this name before."

Shui Bing said, "In this case, it is useless for us to speculate too much here. When we arrive at Shuangji Gate and meet Daoist Zhong Ren, we will ask him in person."

Wei Qian said, "Then shall we set off for Shuangji Gate now?"

Shui Bing said, "I have never been to Shuangji Gate, and I would like to trouble Daoist Wei Qian to lead the way for us."

Wei Qian did not refuse, and stood up and flew towards Shuangji Gate.

After a while, the eight people arrived outside the mountain gate of Shuangji Gate.

The steward Wang Yi, who had received Song Wen in Chihong Pavilion, was waiting in front of the mountain gate.

"Hello, Seniors Shui Bing and Wei Qian, and all Daoists." Wang Yi saluted everyone.

Wei Qian said, "Manager Wang, have you seen Fellow Daoist Zhong Ren?"

Wang Yi said, "Senior Zhong Ren has been waiting for you in my sect."

Wei Qian said, "Please take us to see him, Manager Wang."

Wang Yi raised his hand and led the way to the mountain gate, "Everyone, please follow me."

Everyone agreed. Under Wang Yi's guidance, they passed through the mountain gate and flew all the way to a square in the valley.

In the center of the square, there was a flying boat that was ten feet long and three feet wide.

The head of the flying boat was sharp, and the tail gradually narrowed. The overall shape was a streamlined shuttle; the hull was black, and countless array patterns were engraved on it, revealing a sense of swiftness.

Next to the flying boat, there stood two male cultivators who were both in the late stage of the Spiritualization.

One was a white-haired old man who was vigorous.

The other was a middle-aged cultivator.

Seeing Song Wen and others fall, the old man spoke.

"Fellow Daoists Wei Qian and Shui Bing, you are finally here."

Wei Qian stared at the other party and asked, "Are you Fellow Daoist Zhong Ren?"

The old man nodded and said, "I am you."

"Why did you come to Shuangjimen alone?" Wei Qian asked.

Zhong Ren said, "My name is 'Wu Wei', and I am a monk from Shuangji Sect. Why can't I come here first?"

A trace of surprise flashed in Wei Qian's eyes, "You are Wu Wei Taoist from Shuangji Sect?"

Zhong Ren said with a slight smile, "I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Wei had heard of my name."

Wei Qian looked at everyone deeply and didn't say anything more.

On the contrary, Shui Bing suddenly stepped forward.

"Since Fellow Daoist Zhong Ren is a monk from Shuangji Sect, he must know a lot about Cangyu Flying Boat. I'm afraid there will be many places where I can rely on you. Please don't hesitate to help."

Zhong Ren smiled and said, "You should be Fellow Daoist Shui Bing, right? Don't worry, since we are riding on Cangyu Flying Boat together, we should work together."

After that, he pointed to the middle-aged monk beside him.

"This is the master of the Shuangjimen Formation Hall, Li Changhe. The "Xuankunming Combination Formation" was created by him. Master Li will explain all the formations on the spaceship to us."

"Hello, fellow Daoist Li." Shui Bing said with a bow.

Li Changhe nodded in response, and then invited everyone to board the flying boat to explain the formations and control methods of the flying boat.

The flying boat has no awning or ship building, only a flat deck, which can be seen at a glance.

On the deck, countless formation patterns are densely engraved, crooked, intertwined, complex and mysterious.