Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 420: A Monk and a Taoist

The ship finally sank, but the faces of the two men suddenly became extremely ugly at the same time.

Looking at the crystal clear river surface, which reflected the golden shipwreck clearly below, Du Fang suddenly burst into laughter, almost laughing to the point of tears.

"You wouldn't have thought! City Lord Yingxue only has this much IQ!"

The old man with white hair shouted angrily, "Shut up!"

"I've witnessed a huge joke today. Even a three-year-old child couldn't do something as powerful as a Ninth Realm Master!"

The white-haired old man said in a deep voice:

"Cut the river and muddy the water!"

Jiang Yingxue hesitated and said, "Will...will it alarm...that person underwater..."

"Don't worry about it, we'll just leave. It'll be fine as long as the Longyuan Sword Sect coming later doesn't know about it!" Jiang Yingxue didn't answer again, and once again raised the hundred-foot-long flaming sword. The reflected water surface was like a sunset glow, and he cut the water surface with one sword, directly cutting through it.

The bones, mud, sand, and rocks at the bottom of the river were brought up by the sword energy, and the entire surface of the Wangsheng River suddenly became like mud.

The wreck below could no longer be seen.

"Alright, go back to Yingxue City immediately!"

Jiang Yingxue's face finally relaxed. She had obtained the immortal spirit. This time, the harvest was simply too great. Her dream could finally be gradually realized.

Unexpectedly, the white-haired old man holding the yellow bell suddenly said, "Yingxue, what will happen if the elders in the pavilion know about this fairy spirit?"

“Yes…yes…”

Jiang Yingxue suddenly fell silent. He was the youngest lord of Yingxue City. The power of the city and the thousands of cultivators were all controlled by the Elders' Council. The most he could get by bringing back an immortal this time was a chance to study the immortal.

If it were just me and my uncle...

"What does uncle mean?"

The white-haired old man pondered, "We can't go to Yingxue City. If Longyuan learns of our whereabouts, he will definitely come to retaliate. At that time, Yingxue City will be a thorn in the side of the Longyuan Sword Sect and will be eliminated as soon as possible..."

"And..." the white-haired old man hesitated.

Jiang Yingxue asked hurriedly: "And...what? Master, let me be frank. After my father passed away, you are the only closest relative to me!" He deliberately emphasized the word "closest".

The white-haired old man stroked his beard and said, "It took Lord Baihuang nearly fifteen years to go from being a useless person to obtaining this immortal spirit, then to ruling the world, ruling the Southern Region, annexing all the cultivation sects in the world, and becoming the number one in the Nine Divine Continents!"

"Fifteen years, fifteen years!"

The old man with white hair sighed and said, "Now that we have obtained the immortal spirit, we must find a hidden blessed land and study it carefully. In just ten years, instead of fifteen, perhaps we can all reach the level of cultivation that Lord Baihuang has today!"

"Is there anything good about Uncle?"

Jiang Yingxue's eyes rolled. Since his uncle dared to say so, he must have already planned everything when they came out secretly this time. He knew that he didn't need to recommend it, as his uncle must have already chosen a place.

Sure enough, the white-haired old man smiled and said:

"To the north, there's a Buddhist ancestral temple. It's been covered in ice and snow for thousands of years and is rarely visited by people. Few cultivators would go there. Nephew...what do you think?"

Looking at Jiang Yingxue with gentle eyes, Jiang Yingxue immediately said:

"Everything is up to my uncle. Let's get up and head north!"

"Let's go!"

The old man with white hair took Du Fang out of the yellow bell, half-lifted it with one hand, and held it in his hand. Du Fang immediately shouted, "I won't go to the north. It's too cold there!"

The white-haired old man snorted coldly: "How can you say anything!" He slapped out with his palm, and Du Fang's open mouth suddenly closed again. He muttered for a long time but could not utter a word.

Jiang Yingxue glanced at Du Fang and whispered:

"Master, should we be more polite to Brother Du?"

"No, the journey is long. If he makes a sound, something could happen. Don't fly high to avoid running into anyone from the Nine Sword Sects. Just fly slowly and close to the ground and don't let anyone target you!"

Jiang Yingxue nodded: "Nephew, I understand!"

"Let's go!"

There was a yellow bell and a flaming sword beam. Du Fang was standing on the yellow bell. The white-haired old man was pulling him, and the three of them were heading north along the path.

Just as the three of them were about to cross the River of Rebirth, Jiang Yingxue glanced down and suddenly said, "Uncle, there are two people over there!"

"Ignore it!"

The white-haired old man went around it and flew down along the river.

Just as the three of them were leaving, someone suddenly said from behind, "Mr. Jiang Li, why are you avoiding us when we meet old friends? Could it be that our cultivation is too low to be in your eyes?"

The white-haired old man had a gloomy face. He suddenly stopped, without turning around, and his teeth were chattering.

Jiang Yingxue hurriedly said, "Uncle!"

"Don't make a sound, let me handle it together!" Jiang Yingxue just turned around and saw that in the blink of an eye, the two people who were standing quietly by the river bank just now appeared in front of her at the same time.

Jiang Yingxue sucked in a breath of cold air, finally understanding why her uncle's face was so ugly. The speed of these two people and their high cultivation far surpassed her.

The Taoist priest, wearing a dirty Taoist robe and stepping on a green Bagua diagram, smiled and said gently, "Old friend, would you mind not coming?"

The other man, wearing a monk's robe and a clean-shaven head, held a string of Buddhist beads in his hand. He smiled and said, "Mr. Jiang is now a prominent figure. We are no longer able to reach him!"

The white-haired old man finally turned around. As he turned around, his gloomy face turned into a smile. He then glanced at it and said in surprise:

"Haven't you two been staying in Chixiao Prefecture in the Southern Territory? How did you come all the way here? I didn't know you were here, so I'm sorry to see you!"

"No blame, no blame!"

The monk and the Taoist shook their heads simultaneously: "Sir, why are you heading north in such a hurry? Are you going to watch the battle?"

The white-haired old man nodded immediately and said, "Exactly. I heard that Lord Longyuan Baihuang displayed his divine power and destroyed the Taiwei Sword Sect. Now he has withdrawn his men and sent them to Taishangyuan. It seems that the three Taixuan sects will be destroyed one by one soon. Such a rare spectacle, which only appears once in a thousand years, I must go and see it!"

"What a coincidence! We're both here together, heading to Taishangyuan to watch the battle. Since we've met, we can go together!"

The white-haired old man looked embarrassed and couldn't help but look at Jiang Yingxue, wanting him to say a few words to evade.

"Sir, is there any difficulty?"

The monk couldn't help but feel confused and asked.

Jiang Yingxue first prostrated himself, then bowed softly, saying, "Two seniors, there's something you don't know." He pointed at Du Fang and said, "This man is a traitor to our sect. He sneaked into our sect and stole the secret manuals of cultivation from Yingxue City. He was captured by my two uncles and is being taken to the Elders' Council for severe punishment!"

"Isn't Yingxue City in Henan? Why are you two heading north?"

The Taoist also asked in confusion.

"Master, you may not know that the eight elders of Yingxue City are all waiting for us not far away. This is a private matter of our sect, and outsiders cannot interfere. So thank you both for your kindness. Let's gather at Tai Shang Sword Sect tomorrow and watch the world's strongest people demonstrate their demeanor together!"

He said bye and said:

"Goodbye!"

Jiang Yingxue had reasons for refusing, and even brought out eight strong men from the sect's elder council, using both soft and hard tactics to warn the two men not to follow.

If we follow, all the strong men in our sect will come out, and then it will be difficult to talk.

The two men understood what was said, and as they watched the three people walking away, they suddenly shouted at the same time:

"and many more!"