Chapter 113: Paying Respects to the Immortal Master

That afternoon, following Old Daoist Zhang's instructions, Bai Xian rode in Zhang Linglong’s small minivan down the mountain to purchase the items required for the offerings and the apprenticeship ceremony.

These were common goods, and after visiting a couple of supermarkets, she had gathered most of what she needed.

At the entrance to the scenic area, she ordered a spirit tablet from the funeral supply shop specifically named by Old Daoist Zhang. The owner, a man surnamed Hu, agreed to have it delivered within three days, at which point she took her leave.

Over the next few days, she stayed at Qingfeng Temple, learning fist techniques and practicing cultivation.

Lin Lu, having been hit by the Duskblade’s passive effect twice in a row, glared at the screen that had just turned grey and slammed her mouse down in frustration.

"Hey, your sister might have taken a liking to Brother Duan." Juqu Mengxun, who had always been at odds with Tufa Rutan, took the rare opportunity to strike up a conversation with him.

Even though she lived an ordinary life with Ah Bai every day and no one had discovered her secret, Linhua’s heart remained filled with restless anxiety.

What if they were imperial soldiers? Since these people had come knocking at her door, she had no choice but to let loose and go all out for once.

Han Bing ignored her completely. He reached out and grabbed Yulinglong’s slender neck, while his other hand condensed a pitch-black ancient character—presumably "Seal." With a swift motion, he struck the character into Yulinglong’s body. In that instant, the already helpless Yulinglong felt all her cultivation vanish, leaving her no more than a mortal.

"My family lives in the countryside, sir. We have no land, and my father passed away early. My mother barely supports us by tilling the landlord's fields, but we are too poor, so I wish to enter the palace to help ease the family's burden," Liu An explained.

The more she thought about it, the more chaotic her internal energy became. The ghostly qi roaming through her body began to ravage her internal organs.

Jifeng led ten thousand soldiers into the pitch-black Evil Dog Ridge. No sooner had they stepped into the territory than a series of sharp, frantic barks erupted. Through the chaotic fog ahead, they could faintly see pairs of red eyes, near and far, flickering like lanterns in the dark night.

"Dong’er, do not take his life during this sparring match!" Xue Shaoyan followed closely behind Xue Shaogang to intervene, primarily to protect Jiang Dong, fearing that Xue Shaogang might lose his temper and go for the kill.

The pair sprinted for over ten zhang, but the crowd behind them was already closing in. Both Qin Xiao and Yun Meijun were injured, their speed less than half of their usual capacity. Moreover, the cultivators chasing them were all of a much higher realm.

"Third Uncle, the truth cannot be hidden by lies. Let us capture him, and the truth will naturally come to light," Wang Hao laughed.

Just as she was about to speak, her vision went black, and she nearly fainted. Yuqing loathed her body for being so disobedient at such a moment and fiercely pinched her own thigh.

Only a few breaths after Erlang Shen’s silhouette vanished into the crater, a series of roars erupted from within.

"I ate an apple of yours at the bottom of Taoyuan Lake years ago; coming here today is to settle that debt," Wang Hao said with a smile.

Although he had learned from the Sword Hero that the matter was concluded, and theoretically, Master Xuanzang should not inquire about his worldly parents, perhaps due to a lingering attachment, he ultimately asked the Sword Hero for news of them.

After saying this, he stroked the brick in his hand, his eyes filled with disdain, as if he might smash it onto the other man's head at any moment.

Long Bei’s expression was one of pure shock. Then, golden light erupted from her body, and her armor transformed into an ordinary pale yellow dress.

"Let’s go, come with me to collect a debt." Qi Tianshou walked with his hands behind his back into the courtyard bearing the plaque of the Prince of Yu’s Mansion.

In the Ghost Dragon’s experience, humans were creatures who coveted slaughter and abandoned their friends. He had always loathed them, but witnessing such humanity left him somewhat astonished.

By Wu Di’s estimation, it would take about three or four days to absorb all the ice stones.