I picked up the scattered attributes

Yan Wuyou didn't seem too surprised that Feng Xia was able to discover her presence. She just made a face at Feng Xia, as if to say, "You were clearly scared too."

"...This guy looks so annoying."

Zhu Youniang leaned in and said something.

Feng Xia: "...You're the last person who has the right to say this, okay?"

He suddenly realized something and looked down at the bridge, but at that moment, the beautiful figure on the long bridge vanished without a trace!

After a few breaths, Feng Xia shook his head, both amused and exasperated.

"In the end, I still got fooled by this guy once."

Zhu Youniang, who just came up to talk to me, was also a phantom created by illusion magic!

Although Feng Xia could see through it with just a glance, even a moment's distraction was enough for Yan Wuyou to use his skills to escape.

"May I ask, senior... is she... still alive?"

It wasn't until this moment that Bai Canghai recovered from his immense shock.

The demoness Yan Wuyou died → The demoness Yan Wuyou came back to life → The demoness Yan Wuyou died again → The demoness Yan Wuyou died twice...

The experience was far more dramatic than a roller coaster ride, causing his heart to pound violently, as if it might leap out of his chest at any moment!

"He's not dead, he escaped, we can't catch him."

Feng Xia glanced at Bai Canghai, shook her head helplessly, and shut Bai Canghai down with a single sentence.

"This bastard dares to impersonate me!" The real Zhu Youniang walked over, puffed out her cheeks almost imperceptibly, and snorted in dissatisfaction, "I've memorized her scent! Next time I see her, I'll definitely kill her!"

"Young lady, can you please stop making things worse?"

Feng Xia raised his hand to suppress the girl, then revealed a kind smile: "Um... your name is Bai Canghai, right?"

"Come, come closer. I have a few questions for you. Don't be afraid. There's no one to help you here. I definitely won't do anything to you."

……

Chapter 0014

Facing Qiao Xiaoyan... no, that's not right.

Facing the spring breeze and... no, that's not right.

Being kind and approachable... still doesn't feel right!

In short, even though the young man looked about the same age as him and had a kind smile on his face, Bai Canghai couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine when the young man called out to him.

Feng Xia didn't display much impressive power, but Bai Canghai still couldn't help but want to...

Shake, shake, shake.

Shake, shake, shake.

"You don't need to be so scared. If I wanted to kill you all, would I need to waste my breath talking to you?" Feng Xia knew what was going on, so he could only shake his head with a laugh. "I just wanted to ask you some questions."

Compared to his spirited appearance not long ago, Bai Canghai is now a completely different person!

If this had happened before he transmigrated, it might have already been submitted to an online publication, with people shouting, "Shocking! The character of the senior disciple of Qianqiu Valley has collapsed!"

Next up is the police chief's turn to respond to the call.

"Then... please ask, senior."

Seeing that Feng Xia didn't seem to have any ill intentions, Bai Canghai reluctantly nodded and said with a wry smile, "What would you like to know, senior?"

"Tell me about Xuanwu Kingdom, and then tell me about your Qianqiu Valley."

Feng Xia thought for a moment, but instead of asking what was on her mind, she shook her head, her gaze seemingly able to see through the vast sea of ​​clouds: "After all, I have been out of touch with worldly affairs for many years."

Since Bai Canghai and the others all recognized him as a senior, Feng Xia felt there was no need to deny it, since this identity was quite convenient anyway.

However, since he is a senior figure who has been out of touch with the world for a long time, the corresponding persona must be fully established.

Since he never admitted it himself, he naturally didn't feel any psychological burden.

"Our Thousand Autumns Valley was once the foremost holy land of the Xuanwu Kingdom..."

"Xuanwu Kingdom?" Feng Xia raised his eyebrows, a hint of doubt showing in his calm tone.

Do we really have to start the explanation from that kind of place?

Bai Canghai's heart skipped a beat.

He had never even heard of the Xuanwu Kingdom. Generally speaking, he would definitely think that the other party was ignorant and uninformed... But this was a king. How could he be short-sighted and uninformed?

Therefore, Bai Canghai immediately thought of another possibility.

"Could it be that before this senior went into seclusion... the Xuanwu Kingdom had not yet been established?!"

Therefore, it is not surprising that Feng Xia knew nothing about Xuanwu Kingdom.

But the problem is—

"Seven hundred and sixty-nine years ago, the first Emperor Xuanwu entered the Dao through martial arts, conquered the surrounding countries, and after nineteen years of war, finally established the Xuanwu Kingdom..."

The founding of Xuanwu Kingdom was more than 700 years ago!

Just how powerful was this ancient relic, which predates even the Xuanwu Kingdom?

Bai Canghai didn't know the exact answer, but he was very clear... that Feng Xia's true strength might be even greater than that of a Dao Platform Realm King!

After all, even a Dao Platform Realm expert cannot live for seven hundred years.

"I see, I've never heard of that."

Feng Xia nodded indifferently. To him, these names were like browsing news on Weibo—he'd see them today and forget them tomorrow. No matter how eloquently you described them, he'd only have three reactions:

grass.

mark.

Hahahahahaha.

However, this scene, when witnessed by Bai Canghai, caused him even greater shock.

"It really is..." He couldn't help but gasp.

A terrifyingly powerful figure from over seven hundred years ago, whose existence predates even the Xuanwu Kingdom!

"The demoness of the Hundred Nether Sect deserved her defeat..."

……

the other side.

After Feng Xia and Zhu You Niang left the Forsaken Ancient Land, this secluded place fell silent once again.

Suddenly, countless faint shadows converged from all directions, gradually coalescing into the shape of a girl in a black dress under the shade of an ancient tree.

"Phew, what an interesting fellow."

Yan Wuyou's face was quite pale, and her high chest heaved. After a long while, she turned her head to look at the entrance of the Forsaken Ancient Land, then took a deep breath and walked into the deepest part of this forbidden land.

Finally, she arrived at the foot of a towering ancient tree.

Beneath the ancient tree is a shallow depression, from which one can vaguely see that someone once worked for a long time, and there are still some footprints that have not yet disappeared, stretching all the way to the distant grove of trees.

Upon seeing this ancient tree, even someone as composed as Yan Wuyou couldn't help but feel her breath quicken.

An unprecedented brilliance appeared in her pale eyes. After that, this infamous demoness from the Hundred Nether Sect suddenly bowed down to the ancient tree.

"Yan Wuyou, a descendant of the Yan family of the Three Lives Palace, pays respects to the first Palace Master!"

"you……"

Time passes minute by minute.

Just as Yan Wuyou was beginning to doubt that she had come to the wrong place, a weathered and ancient voice suddenly rang out, rippling like waves of time. Yan Wuyou felt a jolt throughout her body, and then realized that her surroundings had completely changed.

One moment, there was a lush, ancient forest.

And now, it is a vast and boundless sea of ​​clouds!

Beyond the sea of ​​clouds, a white-haired phantom slowly emerged. Yan Wuyou couldn't help but get excited, his body trembling slightly. He stared at the figure without moving, his chest brimming with tears.

"Little girl... are you a descendant of the Yan family?"

“Reporting to our ancestor… I am the forty-first generation descendant of the Yan family.”

Yan Wuyou answered without hesitation.

Ancestor Chenhai then asked, "How about the Three Lives Palace?"

This time, Yan Wuyou remained silent for a moment before exhaling and replying with an unchanged expression, "Ancestor, the Yan lineage still exists."

"The ancestor can indeed sense the bloodline within you..."

Ancestor Chenhai let out a long, melancholy sigh: "Three thousand years have passed, it's good that there are still people... it's good that there are still people."

After a moment's hesitation, Yan Wuyou pressed on, "May I ask, Ancestor, three thousand years have passed, are you now able to..."

"No."

However, she was immediately interrupted.