Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 327: Nephew Li

"But Bai Laogui didn't make a move to snatch it, which means he was still very afraid of Nie Zhaonan. At least he was not sure he could take Nie Zhaonan down. However, it is also possible that Bai Laogui knew that his life span was insufficient, so even if he got Nie Zhaonan's skills, it would be useless to him. After all, it takes a long time to comprehend a powerful skill, let alone learn from it and modify it."

"As for the exact situation, I still need to see Nie Zhaonan in person before I can get the answer."

Hu Lao Mo's voice was vague and vague, with a hint of hesitation.

The old man in black robe nodded, and suddenly looked expectant:

"As a Spiritualization cultivator, the Grand Elder has practiced for more than a thousand years. He has read a lot of magical skills and has profound knowledge, far beyond what we, the Nascent Soul cultivators, can do. He should be able to learn a thing or two from other skills and create a new one, right?"

There was no need for Hu Lao Mo to answer, he already had the answer in his mind, it must be possible.

Although he was only a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage, he had also innovated some skills and secret techniques.

As a demon at the Spiritualization Stage, how could he not hear the hidden meaning of the old man in black robe? The old demon Hu gave him a meaningful look:
"Even if it is really a technique passed down from the upper realm, since Nie Zhaonan can practice it, I can naturally comprehend and practice it. It is not difficult to create a powerful magic skill with it, and I will bestow it on you when the time comes."

"It's just that I haven't even acquired the skills yet, so it's too early to talk about this." In his last sentence, his voice contained a warning without disguising its meaning.

The black-robed old man was startled and bowed hurriedly: "Thank you, Grand Elder!"

"Okay, go down. Keep an eye on Nie Zhaonan's whereabouts." Hu Lao Mo waved his hand and gave an order.

"Yes!" The old man in black robe bowed again and slowly walked out of the hall.

When the figure of the old man in black robe passed through the forbidden light curtain and completely left the hall, Hu Laomo's face darkened and he snorted coldly:
"You devil brats are really hard to tame. You actually asked for benefits in front of me, and even asked for specific benefits. You simply don't take me seriously. It's better this way. I'll add some ingredients to my magic skills so you can't see it. This way I can completely control you, and I don't worry about you having any second thoughts."

Gradually, a smile appeared on Hu Lao Mo's face, but it was unusually evil and gloomy. Then his figure quietly disappeared from the throne.

In the world of immortal cultivation, strength is respected, while the demon sect believes more in the law of the jungle. Who doesn't want to be above all cultivators?
It's just that when you don't have enough strength, you just keep this idea firmly in your heart.

Huayun Province is a large coastal province located in the east of Dajin. Most of its port towns are built near the sea. There are also many overseas cultivators who often appear in the coastal markets of this province, exchanging various monster materials for some inland cultivation resources.

Therefore, the big markets in this state have a prosperous business all year round, and the sects in charge of these markets also have a steady flow of wealth, with large amounts of spirit stones coming into their accounts every year.

Kaijiang Town is an ordinary town only about 200 miles away from the sea, and there is a small hill a few miles away from the town.

This mountain is only two or three hundred feet high and covers an area of ​​more than ten miles. The spiritual veins are short and inferior, and even the larger immortal cultivation families cannot take it seriously.

However, in this small hill which can barely be called a sacred mountain, there is a small immortal cultivation sect called 'Tian Fu Men' stationed on it, and the hill is also named Bai Zhu Mountain.

This sect is almost the lowest level among the immortal cultivation sects. Even with the sect leader, elders and disciples, there are no more than a hundred people. Therefore, although the spiritual vein is small, it can barely accommodate the cultivators of this sect.

On this day, two Qi Condensation disciples who were guarding the sect sat on the stone steps, huddled together and sighed, looking listless.

Suddenly, a beam of light came slowly from a distance, and along with it came a scolding voice: "My two junior brothers, why don't you cheer up? How can you behave like this?"

Although his tone was filled with anger, it was more filled with sadness.

The two Qi Refining disciples slowly stood up, bowed hastily and said, "Greetings, Uncle Master Wang."

Their voices were weak, as if they had not had a full meal for a long time.

At this time, Uncle Wang had already landed in front of the two and shook his head helplessly: "As disciples guarding the mountain gate, you two are the face of our Tianfu Sect. You are so listless and crooked. What would the seniors think if they saw you?"

"Uncle Wang, our Tianfu Sect has fallen into such a state. How can there be any senior masters coming here?" A handsome male disciple of about sixteen or seventeen years old murmured.

Although he said this, now that his uncle was right in front of him, he naturally obeyed the order, opened his eyes that were narrowed into slits, and stood up straight.

Another young man, about twenty-four or twenty-five, who was a bit fatter, also became serious, but muttered:

"Yes, the founder of our Tianfu Sect, Tianfu Zhenren, did indeed shock the entire Great Jin with his three secret talismans, and he even almost became one of the top ten main sects at the time, but that was tens of thousands of years ago."

After taking a look at the two of them, Uncle Wang's expression improved a little, but after listening to their complaints, he said unhappily:

"That being said, our Tianfu Sect's attainments in the Dao of Fu are still quite good. Many senior masters would come to our Tianfu Sect to borrow Dao of Fu classics."

"Uncle Wang is talking about something that happened sixty years ago. I heard that the person who came that time was just a Jindan cultivator, and he was only in the early Jindan stage." The handsome man said as if he was recalling something.

Uncle Wang looked away from the two of them, covered his mouth, coughed a few times, and said, "Ahem, hundreds of years ago, there was a Nascent Soul cultivator who came to our Tianfu Sect."

"Oh." The two disciples responded with some understanding.

Uncle Wang glanced at the two of them and finally reminded:

"Well, no matter what, a powerful late Nascent Soul cultivator will pass by our Tianfu Sect soon. Even if that cultivator is hundreds of miles away from our Tianfu Sect, he can see the situation of the mountain gate with a sweep of his spiritual sense. If he sees you two desperately, he may be in a bad mood and kill you two with a spell. Then our Tianfu Sect will have no choice but to admit defeat."

As he spoke, he stepped over the mountain gate and walked towards Baizhu Mountain inside the gate, and soon his figure disappeared.

"Brother Li, is what Uncle Wang said true?" The handsome male disciple looked panicked and looked at the slightly fatter brother next to him.

"Uncle Wang, there is no need to lie to us two brothers. There may really be a senior who will pass by our Tianfu Sect. It is very likely that he is an elder of the Demon Sect who kills people without blinking an eye. We should be careful." The young man named Senior Brother Li had a solemn look on his face, as if he was talking to himself.

As he spoke, he stood straighter, his eyes were bright, his spirit was completely renewed, and he looked like a man who was devoted to his duties. Hearing the solemn words of his senior brother and seeing the earth-shaking change in Senior Brother Li, the handsome male disciple turned his head quickly, and stimulated his spirit to the extreme, looking forward with a spirited gaze, even though there were only trees and mountains in front of him, and no one was seen.

Baizhu Mountain is not very big, so there are not many buildings at the top of the mountain. Apart from a large hall and some attics, the disciples all have other places to practice.

The cultivator named Wang walked straight to the main hall of Tianfu Gate and soon entered it.

An old man in a yellow brocade robe was sitting in the hall, holding a cup in his hand and sipping the tea in it.

"Junior Brother Wang, weren't you stationed in the market town of Kaijiang? Why are you back?" Seeing the figure of the cultivator named Wang, the old man in brocade robe put down the cup and said in surprise.

The market town of Kaijiang has been quite restless recently. Fengling Sect has set its sights on the interests of the market town and has already made some small moves.

"Master, I have something important to report to you. Compared to what I have learned, the things happening in the market town are not important." The cultivator named Wang suddenly said this.

"What's the matter? Why does my junior brother take it so seriously?" The leader of the Tianfu Sect stood up in shock and looked at his junior brother Wang in a daze.

As the head of the sect, he naturally knew very well the importance of the Kaijiang Town market. This market was the bulk of the Tianfu Sect's income, accounting for almost half of the Tianfu Sect's income.

Something more important than the market town, one can imagine how important the news brought back by his junior brother Wang is.

After letting out a breath, the monk surnamed Wang asked calmly, "Master, have you ever heard of Senior Nie's name?"

The head of the Tianfu Sect turned his eyes and said thoughtfully, "There are not many cultivators with the surname Nie in the Great Jin Cultivation World, and the only famous one is the one who fought in the battle in Jinjing City. Is it really that person?"

When he said the latter part, there was a hint of disbelief in his tone.

Before Monk Wang could speak, the head of Tianfu Sect said hurriedly, "That person is a person that all Divine Transformation Monks have to treat with courtesy. How could he be related to our small Tianfu Sect?"

At this time, the monk surnamed Wang explained: "I don't know whether Senior Nie is coming to our Tianfu Sect, but according to the information I have received, Senior Nie is indeed coming to our Tianfu Sect. Of course, it is also possible that Senior Nie just happened to pass by here and was going overseas."

"Yes." The head of Tianfu Sect nodded. "There are no other sects within tens of thousands of miles of our sect. Junior brother's analysis makes sense. There are only these two possibilities."

"Master, I think that no matter which possibility it is, we in the Tianfu Sect should be waiting for you at the mountain gate. Even if Senior Nie is really passing by and sees our polite welcome, he might come to visit our Tianfu Sect." The cultivator named Wang suggested, stating his biggest purpose of returning from the market town.

"Yes, Junior Brother, what you said makes sense." The head of Tianfu Sect's eyes lit up. "Senior Nie did not hide his whereabouts when he traveled to Dajin, so many sects along the way offered their treasures to Senior Nie. As long as Senior Nie likes something, they will exchange it for treasures of equal value, without cheating anyone. This may be an opportunity for our Tianfu Sect."

"This is what I thought as well. With Senior Nie's wealth, any treasure he takes out can bring endless benefits to our Tianfu Sect." The cultivator named Wang echoed.

"Let's go and ask Uncle Wen to come out of seclusion, and then we will go to the mountain gate to welcome him." The head of Tianfu Sect showed excitement on his face and walked non-stop towards the outside of the hall.

Monk Wang nodded, smiled, and quickly followed.

At the same time, in an inconspicuous attic,

This attic is divided into three floors, and the entire building is covered by a layer of light green prohibition.

Not far from the entrance to the first floor, an old man sitting cross-legged on a cushion with his head bowed suddenly put away the jade slip in his hand and slowly opened his eyes.

The old man's face was full of wrinkles, and his eyes were small, with a hint of roundness in them. However, at this moment, his expression was somewhat frozen, and he muttered to himself:

"Nie Zhaonan? I didn't pay attention to it when the news came a few days ago. Now that I think about it, I seem to have heard this name a long time ago, maybe in Tiannan. Huangfeng Valley, that was more than two hundred years ago."

“It can’t be really him. When I first saw him outside the Blood Forbidden Land, this Junior Brother Nie was indeed a bit special.” The more the old man recalled, the more he felt that it was really Nie Zhaonan from the Yellow Maple Valley.

"What is he doing here in the Tianfu Sect? Has he heard of the three secret talismans of Tianfu Zhenren tens of thousands of years ago, or did he know that I am here and come to find me on purpose?" The old man looked puzzled.

"No, no." The old man shook his head. "Even those old monsters don't know my whereabouts. How did he know? I worry too much."

"Should we leave first, or meet him here?"

"Leave?" The old man's eyes flickered, and he shook his head. "If those old guys knew that I was hiding from a junior, they would laugh their heads off!"

"Okay, let's wait here. I also want to see how far this Junior Brother Nie has come that made that old ghost Bai dare not even spar with him."

After figuring it out, the old man took out the jade slip again and continued to check its contents.

Not long after watching, a voice came from outside, and ordered unceremoniously: "Junior Brother Li, come out quickly, come out quickly, you don't have to guard the Sutra Library, come to the mountain gate and gather."

"Junior apprentice brother, I'll be right there." The old man said with a smile, quickly put away the jade slip, jumped up nimbly, and ran outside in a hurry.

Under the mobilization of the Tianfu Sect's leader and a group of foundation-building monks, more than a hundred monks from the entire Tianfu Sect came to the mountain gate without exception, stood in two rows, and stood silently.

At the front of the team, an old man in a white robe stood there. This man was the only Jindan stage elder of Tianfu Sect, an old man named Wen.

Behind him stood the leader of the Tianfu Sect, the cultivator surnamed Wang, and other Foundation Establishment cultivators. The Qi Refining disciples with lower cultivation levels were further behind the team, and the incredibly old Junior Brother Li was standing at the very end of the team.

"Brother Wang, is your information reliable? Will Senior Nie arrive near our Tianfu Sect today?" A foundation-building cultivator couldn't help but ask while looking at the empty sky.

"With Senior Nie's speed, he will reach the destination today. It will only take one day at most." The cultivator named Wang thought for a moment and replied.

The two spoke in very low voices, but to the immortal cultivators present, they could all hear them clearly. The only Jindan elder, cultivator named Wen, shouted angrily:
(End of this chapter)