The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 809 Restless
Wumingzhai, in the snowy valley.

Everyone was busy surrounding the immortal boat.

But if you look closely, you will find that both the monks and the waiters are moving their hands carelessly, as if their minds are not here.

Mao Zhiang stepped on the floating platform and flew over.

With a quick glance, he saw Li Xuan sitting alone on a small raised platform, staring at the folding fan in his hand.

She usually wears the most makeup, but now she is wearing plain clothes and a light face. It is obvious that something is on her mind and she has no intention of dressing up ostentatiously.

"Junior Sister Li, Junior Sister Li!"

He called out to her several times before Li Xuan woke up. She raised her eyes from the folding fan she had been holding for who knows how long, and frowned slightly, "Brother Mao, what's wrong?"

"I always feel uneasy..." Mao Zhiang said in a deep voice.

"That's it."

Li Xuan sighed, and gently tapped the landscape folding fan in his hand, which was painted by Jiuda Shanren, a famous painter from the Tang Dynasty, and pointed it around.

"Look, everyone is doing things in a haphazard way, and their souls have already flown to the higher peaks of the ethereal world."

"Oh, except him."

The folding fan was fixed far away on Yao Sibing, who was concentrating on engraving the array pattern.

"He is really focused." Mao Zhiang sighed as he looked at the figure, "I don't know where he got the confidence and courage from, but it has no effect at all."

“No wonder he can jump from the first level to the third level in one go.” Li Xuan chuckled, “But other people don’t have that kind of determination…”

"Don't talk about others, aren't we the same?" Mao Zhiang smiled bitterly.

"It's natural."

A figure came gracefully, his body leaning like a sparse shadow, and the sound was like the tapping of jade.

It’s Baiyuan.

"The result this time will not only determine whether our efforts these days are in vain, but also determine where we should go in the future."

Although his words were calm, his white knuckles betrayed his true feelings.

Now that the small immortal boat has been taken away, everyone can only continue practicing on the giant immortal boat shell that remains in the snow valley.

If you fail the training session, it will all be just a waste of time.

"I always feel that Senior Sister Nangong is a bit radical..." Li Xuan stroked his chin, "The God Reception Plan has clearly advanced to a critical stage, why did it suddenly turn to the Immortal Boat?"

"Because of the 'God-receiving' plan, an answer is needed." Bai Yuan said in a serious tone.

"So, the key is - Ling Sheng's words 'don't answer'?" Li Xuan raised her eyebrows, "Just because of a little waitress like her, are we going to give up the entire direction?"

"It can't be entirely her." Bai Yuan looked up, "But the question she raised does exist. We haven't even figured out what 'God' is. Even the Supreme God is unpredictable. Would it be better to change him?"

Mao Zhiang looked up at the sky and sighed softly.

It is now almost impossible to see from the ground because of the layers of cumulus clouds.

But at the top of the snowy mountain, above the clouds, the divine face was clearly visible, and one could clearly see the gradually pale death aura on it, as well as the black and gray corpse spots and cracked lines gradually spreading...

There were even some twisting, snow-white, slender things that drilled in and out of the deep damaged areas, wriggling and gnawing.

"Are those maggots?" Bai Yuan's voice sounded from the side.

"I don't know." Mao Zhiang shook his head.

"But think about it, if this seemingly small maggot were really in front of us, how big would it be?"

Bai Yuan murmured, and a chilling expression appeared on his jade-like face. He couldn't help but shudder, but couldn't help looking deeper.

"Alright, alright, stop talking..." Li Xuan interrupted vigilantly, "and stop looking."

However, their gazes on this divine face seemed to sink deeper and deeper, gradually falling into the mottled cracks, as if they were trying to see inside through these cracks...

The deep void...

The other side of the void...

"stop looking!"

Lai Qiyu's voice, accompanied by the sound of a bell, pierced through their minds and woke them up.

Lai Qiyu flew over, holding a delicate and exquisite spiritual bell in her hand, and the lingering sound still echoed in everyone's hearts.

"This ancient spiritual bell in the White Tower... a smaller version? Where did it come from?" Bai Yuan widened his eyes and asked in surprise.

Lai Qiyu nodded: "Senior Sister Nangong lent it to me and told me to knock on it if I find anything unusual."

"Luckily you arrived in time." Li Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, "I couldn't wake them up no matter how hard I called."

"Then why doesn't Nangong give each of us one?" Bai Yuan was dissatisfied.

Lai Qiyu explained: "This is a replica of an ancient spiritual object. Although it is a simplified version, it is said to be difficult to make and the materials are rare. Senior Sister Nangong specially asked someone to make it. It takes a long time to make one."

"She also thought that I am not a person who focuses on studying. It would be difficult for me to immerse myself in it. It would be better for me to take it. Maybe it can help you seniors."

"That makes sense." Mao Zhiang nodded.

"Nangong is really meticulous." Li Xuan also said, her eyes sparkling, "By the way, who made it? I also want to customize one, and you can name your price."

Li Xuan's ability to make money has always been good, and no one doubts it.

But Lai Qiyu could only shake her head: "I can only ask Elder Nangong about this matter. I don't know..."

"What do you want to ask me?"

A clear female voice fell.

Everyone was delighted to see Nangong Wan arriving on a sword, followed by the grey-robed waiter Ling Sheng.

This means that the training session is over.

"How is it?" Li Xuan was the first to step forward.

"Hurry up and tell me, Nangong!" Bai Yuan followed closely.

Mao Zhiang is old and always looks nonchalant, but at this moment he can't hide the anxiety in his eyes.

Lai Qiyu looked at him with concern, her hands clenched together until her fingers were almost red.

However, Nangong Wan and Ling Sheng said nothing.

"...Did it fail?" Li Xuan's heart tightened.

"That can't be possible." Bai Yuan frowned, "All our efforts are going to go to waste like this?"

Before he finished speaking, he drew out his flying sword with a swish, and with a flash of cold light, he was ready to soar straight into the sky.

Mao Zhiang quickly grabbed him and said, "Wait! Are you crazy? Do you want to fly to a higher peak and argue with the eight elders?"

"They are just projections! Who are you looking for!"

Li Xuan also gritted his teeth and clenched his fists so hard that they made crackling sounds. It was obvious that he was also holding his breath.

Lai Qiyu asked quietly: "...Can we review it?"

"No." Nangong Wan shook her head lightly.

"Yes, the seminar has been decided, how can it be changed at any time..." Mao Zhiang frowned and thought hard, "How about... I change the name and submit it again? 'Flying Hearse Project' sounds good too..."

"The hearse is a product of Tangguo Qingyun Pavilion. It's a duplicate of the name." Li Xuan ruthlessly refuted.

"Who cares so much now!" Mao Zhiang said angrily, and immediately took out paper and pen to start drafting.

As a result, the pen was held firmly by a hand.

"No need." Nangong Wan shook her head.

"Why not! Although we can't mention duplicate training projects, and although those eight old guys are hard to fool, we should still give it a try!"

“It doesn’t have to be because the reconsideration is unlikely to pass.”

“It’s impossible to pass the same project again.”

Everyone was a little confused, but they saw Nangong Wan smiled:
"because……"

"We've already passed it!"