One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 288: Sending Letter and Killing
Yu Huaian has been walking in the darkness for many years and has gained a lot of experience. Moreover, the route he took was in the gray area, so he did not encounter any danger. Naturally, he came to the gate of the Ghost-Swallowing Castle.

This was his first time coming to the Ghost-Swallowing Castle.

There was a strong wind in front of the Ghost Swallowing Fort, but when he walked to the gate of the Ghost Swallowing Fort, all the wind stopped.

The gate of the Ghost-Swallowing Castle was very high, and the pattern on the door was of two giant beasts. He recognized at a glance that they were two Ghost-Swallowing Monkeys, and the door knockers were their mouths.

He went up and knocked on the door, but no one opened it after knocking for a long time.

He didn't believe that the owner of a Purple Mansion monk's dojo would be unaware of someone knocking on the door.

As he knocked on the door, it seemed so awkward and abrupt in the quiet darkness.

The most frightening thing in life is knocking on someone’s door when you need a favor, and the other person shuts the door and pretends not to hear you.

Yu Huaian's heart sank.

He finally understood why Master Zhao asked him to ask such a confusing question.

If you ask the other party whether he still admits that he is a disciple of Tiandu Mountain, who would not admit it?

Maybe some people will not recognize it.

He felt that there was something wrong with Wei Danfeng in the Ghost-Swallowing Castle, but he didn't know what the problem was. He himself was not a Purple Mansion, and his realm was not yet reached, so there were many things he hadn't done, but he felt that what Wei Danfeng did was wrong.

He thought to himself that Master Zhao released that rude swordsman after he wrote a note with only his name on it. After releasing the swordsman, the swordsman came back to cause trouble for Master Zhao, but Wei Danfeng actually refused to see him.

He thought this was wrong. In his mind, if he were in a certain place, living side by side with other disciples of Tiandu Mountain, he could not remain indifferent when the other party encountered trouble. Moreover, he had written a letter to Master Zhao himself.

"Senior Brother Wei, Yu Huaian from Tiandu Mountain wants to see you." Yu Huaian shouted loudly.

He was about to reveal his identity so that everyone nearby would hear and know that Wei Danfeng was a disciple of Tiandu Mountain, but he did not see his junior brother. So he should not use his identity as a disciple of Tiandu Mountain to gain hidden benefits here in the future.

Although Yu Huaian is still only a foundation-building cultivator, if he is placed in some places, he can become the head of a family. He is also not young, so naturally he has his own ideas.

He revealed his identity and knocked at the door. If Wei Danfeng didn't show up, it would be equivalent to confirming that the other party was at odds with other disciples of Tiandu Mountain.

At this time, a paper man came out from the crack of the door, and Yu Huaian took two steps back.

This paper figure has eyes dotted with cinnabar, a square mouth, and colorful clothes painted on its body.

It stopped at the door and actually spoke: "The fort master said that you came knocking on the door without a visiting card and kept chattering here. If it weren't for your status as a disciple of Tiandu Mountain, I would let you go to the wind outlet."

Yu Huaian's heart sank again. He took a step back again, bowed deeply to the paper man, and then handed the letter in his hand to him, saying, "Yu Huaian is here to deliver the letter on the orders of Master Zhao of the Demon Suppression Wall."

The paper man waved his hand, and the paper in Yu Huaian's hand with the words "Wei Danfeng of Swallowing Ghost Fort" written on it quickly decayed and then turned into dust in the wind.

"You can go now. The fort master said that Zhao Fuyun is too overbearing. Although our fort master once studied in Tiandu Mountain, he paid a high tuition fee. It was a deal. Now that the deal is over, there is no connection. The fort master and Bai Wuhen are relatives. Now that he does not help either of them, he has done his utmost."

Yu Huaian's heart sank to the bottom. He just wanted to leave quickly, leave quickly, and inform Master Zhao to leave as soon as possible. He couldn't imagine Master Zhao dying helplessly after his mountain spiritual roots were cut off and he was surrounded and attacked by magic circles.

He wanted to see Master Zhao as soon as possible.

But he still took a deep breath and asked, "Master Zhao asked me to ask, does Senior Brother Wei still admit that he is a disciple of Tiandu Mountain?"

As soon as Yu Huaian finished speaking, an angry and violent look appeared on the face of the paper man. He knew that Wei Danfeng was behind this paper man, and everything the paper man showed at this moment was Wei Danfeng.

At this moment, his entire thoughts froze. He felt like a slave who had angered his master, and a sense of submissive and trembling fear surged in his heart.

However, he had practiced in front of the Demon-Suppressing Wall over the years and had already comprehended some techniques of the Taiyue Zhenshen Method. He immediately used the Taiyue Zhenshen Method to calm his mind and avoid making a fool of himself.

"For the sake of Tiandu Mountain, I'll spare your life. Get out." The paper man said coldly.

Yu Huaian retreated step by step. He didn't say anything else. After taking a few steps back, he turned around and strode into the darkness.

The paper man stared at him for a while, then slipped back through the crack in the door.

In a room in the Ghost-Swallowing Castle, there were two black tables with various ghost patterns on them. Seven people were sitting at the rectangular table in the middle.

There were more people sitting at the other table, but the ones sitting in the middle were Purple Mansion cultivators, and those sitting at the tables next to them were Foundation Establishment cultivators.

There was a cup of red liquid in front of each person. In a corner not far away, there was a spirit deer hanging there. There was a cut on its neck, and blood was flowing from the wound into a copper basin below. There was someone guarding it nearby.

The man drew cup after cup of fresh blood from the basin and poured it into the cups on the wooden tray. A woman then held the wooden tray and brought the deer blood to each monk.

The liquid in the cup on everyone’s table is the deer blood.

In addition to deer blood, there are also meat and fruits.

Among their meats there was fresh, bloody venison, which was also cut on the table, and some that were roasted until well done, each with a different taste.

Sitting in the main seat was Wei Danfeng, the lord of Tun Gui Fort, and next to him was a female cultivator, Bai Wuhen's aunt - Bai Huirou.

Opposite Wei Danfeng and Bai Huirou, there were five Purple Mansion cultivators sitting there.

If we talk about the importance that the Bai family attaches to Zhao Fuyun, the fact that the Bai family invited five Purple Mansion cultivators to visit friends shows that they value Zhao Fuyun.

The first one on the left has a full beard and a black hat on his head, but the exposed hair is curly.

He picked up the gilded hexagonal cup on the table, tilted his neck back, and gulped down the deer blood in the cup.

The thick black beard on and below his lips was stained with deer blood. He wiped it with his hand and said nonchalantly: "This man is very disrespectful to my brother-in-law. Who of you will go?"

This man's name is Bai Zhi. He is the heir of this generation of the Bai family. Above him is an ancestor who is about to die, and below him is Bai Wuhen who has just entered the Purple Mansion. Bai Wuhen is in high spirits and is challenging fellow cultivators of the same level everywhere to hone himself.

Both the ancestor and Bai Zhi supported this point, so when the news came back that Bai Wuhen suffered a great loss outside and almost died, he immediately decided to get revenge.

In his mind, what a cultivator cultivates is not only magic spells and magical weapons, but also human relationships and worldly wisdom.

It was not easy for the Bai family to gain a foothold in Qianshan Country, so they could not leave a weak impression on others, especially since he was at the critical moment of taking over the Bai family, so they had to show a clear attitude. At the same time, he also wanted to use this incident to see if there were any problems in the relationships between the Bai family's relatives.

If you want to discover problems, you naturally have to experience things together. Even if there are no problems, it can enhance the relationship between each other.

At the same time, it also establishes an image of caring for the younger generation.

Kill several birds with one stone, Su Baizhi came with his men.

After Bai Zhi finished speaking, the others were silent for a moment, and then two foundation-building cultivators at another table stood up almost at the same time.

"I'm willing to go." The two spoke almost at the same time.

Wei Danfeng didn't say anything, he just took a sip of warm deer blood. This was his hobby, and he would drink a large glass of it with every meal.

Bai Huirou, who was standing beside him, helped him cut a piece of bloody venison, picked it up and held it to his mouth. He took a bite, closed his eyes slightly, and started chewing. He ate very politely, with a sense of elegance, but in this kind of situation, this elegance and gentleness made people feel sinister.

Yu Huaian was only a Foundation Establishment cultivator, so these Purple Mansions would naturally not go there, as that would be a lowering of their status, so the answer was Foundation Establishment.

The two people who answered were disciples of two Purple Mansion cultivators.

Their masters did not speak, because only one person could give orders at this moment.

"Xiao Ting and Chang Ming, right?" Bai Zhi did not ask, but called out their names, saying: "You are disciples of Daoist Fellow Ying and Daoist Fellow Jing Yuan. I hope you will not bring disgrace to the reputation of the two Daoists. Go and bring back their heads."

When he said he would bring the head, even several Purple Mansion cultivators couldn't help but glance at Wei Danfeng, and found that he was still slightly closing his eyes, enjoying the tenderness of the beautiful woman's bare hands feeding him with chopsticks.

Some people couldn't help but think that Bai Huirou of the Bai family was really capable. When she was in the Bai family, she looked like a lady from a noble family, but now her every move was dignified and gentle. The Bai family really taught her well in this regard.

The two foundation-building monks, Xiao Ting and Chang Ming, saluted and responded, then looked at their master again. After receiving an affirmative look, they left the Ghost-Swallowing Castle one after another.

Xiao Ting is Ying Huazhuo's disciple. His foundation is built on snake poison. His magical power is not weak, and it contains deadly poison. When fighting with him, if his magical power comes into contact with people, they will be poisoned.

Changming is still quite afraid of Xiao Ting.

However, although he was wary, it did not mean that he was afraid. Moreover, this time when they went to chase Yu Huaian, both of them stood up. Bai Zhi asked two people to go, but did not say who would be the leader. He only said to bring back the head. He was sure that whoever succeeded first would be rewarded.

He must fight for it, both for the reward he might get and for the face of his master.

But as soon as he went out, he saw Xiao Ting untied the cloth bag around his waist, and a gray snake came out and swam in the void, as if growing in the wind. In the blink of an eye, it had become a snake more than three meters long and as thick as a bucket. Its neck scales opened and it hissed.

It snaked back in the dark void. Xiao Ting jumped onto the snake's body, smiled at Chang Ming, and said, "Brother Chang Ming, I'm going first, haha."

Chang Ming frowned slightly, flicked his sleeves, and a sword light flew out. The sword light circled around his body, faster and faster. The sword light wrapped Chang Ming in it, and the man disappeared. Only a ball of white light rushed into the sky and flew away quickly towards the distance.

Yu Huaian held a lamp in his hand, breaking the darkness.

He was walking in the gray area, close to the white side. There were flickering flames all around him. Every time it flickered, his figure seemed to be on fire. Then he flew forward burning, and his speed was not slow.

He went all the way to the Demon-Suppressing Wall. When he was about halfway there, he heard the sound of a sword and a white light appeared in his eyes.

Then the white light fell on the top of the mountain in front, and a person appeared.

The man was wearing an apricot-colored Taoist robe and holding a small sword in his hand.

"So you were walking so far out, making it easier for me to find you." Chang Ming was the first to arrive despite starting later. He flew on his sword over a short distance, which was much faster than Xiao Ting's flying beast, and also faster than Yu Huaian.

"Who are you?" Yu Huaian asked coldly.

"I am Changming, the eldest disciple of Taoist Priest Jingyuan of Huangnigang Yujin Temple. I have been ordered to come and take your head." Changming's voice was full of confidence. The magic he practiced was mainly swordsmanship, and he was decisive in killing, which naturally gave him this confident character.

At the same time, he is in competition with Xiao Ting, so he hopes to kill Yu Huaian before Xiao Ting is found. In this way, Xiao Ting will not have any credit after he returns.

Although Yu Huaian was anxious to return to the Demon-Suppressing Wall, he was stopped by Chang Ming from the Huangnigang Yujin Temple in Qianshan Kingdom. He was furious. He was also a disciple of Tiandu Mountain. Over the years, no one in the same realm in the camp under the wall had been able to defeat him.

The light in his hand suddenly surged, and in the dark sky, it was like a red spring, constantly emitting red light outside.

I saw his fingers constantly drawing on the lamp in his hand, and he seemed to be chanting some spell.

The flame on the lamp in his hand was flickering violently, and the light was flashing like a sword.

The first to strike wins, the flames flicker, incredibly fast.

Changming was about to wield the sword in his hand, but he sensed the danger and instinctively blocked a beam of intense fire with his sword.

At this moment, he actually felt a burning sensation transmitted to his body through his sword.

He blocked one and tried to fight back, but one flash of fire followed another, and each flash of fire looked like a piercing sword. He could only block with the sword in his hand, and as he moved, a white circle of light was rolled out.

The sparks of fire fell into the sword circle and shattered into a piece of red.

The flames did not dissipate after entering the sword circle. Instead, they seemed to have formed some kind of fire cloud and formed a forbidden technique.

Changming actually felt a little heavy.

This is the cloud ban method that Yu Huaian learned from Zhao Fuyun's mural.

He had no intention of hiding his weapon against the enemy this time. He found it was particularly useful and gained the upper hand in an instant.

Chang Ming only felt that his sword seemed to be stuck and entangled by this layer of flames, and it was no longer sharp and agile.

His forehead was already sweating. He wanted to get away, but he couldn't do it because as soon as he put away his sword, the flames would instantly fall on him.

Just as he was thinking, a flaw appeared in his sword circle, and a flame immediately came in, falling on his eyes, body, and consciousness.

His world was on fire.

(End of this chapter)