I picked up the scattered attributes

But I never expected this to happen!

After the middle-aged man spoke, what awaited him was a long and terrifying silence. Countless eyes inside and outside Thousand Autumn Valley stared at the middle-aged man, but no one answered his question.

It wasn't until Feng Xia's lips twitched and she squeezed out a sentence with a strange expression:

"Excuse me, what did you just say?"

The middle-aged man stared at the combat puppet with a complex expression for a long time. Suddenly, he stepped forward, as if using all his strength, and shouted in a deep, resounding voice:

"Please give me this puppet, I'll do anything!"

……

Chapter 0670

"This guy……"

His Majesty the Emperor almost couldn't help but cover his face.

Mo Lianque was starting to have a hard time figuring out what kind of trouble this mysterious "ancestor" was up to.

Could it be that he is a free man like Sect Leader Feng?

There are far too many free spirits like that!

Not only him, but almost every disciple of Qianqiu Valley present, except for the consciousness that had long since separated from Chun Niao's body, was stunned by the middle-aged man's behavior: "What... what is he trying to do?"

"Junior sister, listen to me, children shouldn't watch this kind of stuff!"

"But he looks so affectionate! Could it be that at his age, he's fallen for this puppet?"

"No way? No way? It can't be, right?"

Time passes.

Qianqiu Valley has a new senior brother, and also a young junior sister, innocent and lovely, just like the junior sister Ling Jieyu back then.

Faced with this sudden and unreasonable request, Feng Xia remained silent for a moment before narrowing his eyes and saying calmly, word by word, "How likely do you think I would accept such a reason now?"

The middle-aged man's origins are truly bizarre. At present, the most likely possibility is that he comes from an enemy of one side!

If it weren't for the suspected identity of "the ancestor of the Mohist school," Feng Xia wouldn't even have the desire to argue with the other party here.

"Because I am the ancestor of the Mohist school!" the middle-aged man said arrogantly.

"Not enough." Feng Xia shook her head.

"Just because this whole world belongs to the Mohists!"

The middle-aged man was clearly anxious and added another sentence almost without thinking.

"excuse me."

Yu Qianjue, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but cough, shook his wings, and released a terrifying aura. With a strange expression, he reminded him, "I am Yu Qianjue, the Demon Emperor of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom."

The middle-aged man's face paled with shock.

The Demon Emperor of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons?

Before coming here, he had no idea that there was such a person in Xuanwu Kingdom!

"You're already my ex."

Just then, Feng Xia suddenly broke Yu Qianjue's aura.

Yu Qianjue's face immediately fell, and he pointed with his chin into the distance with a dark expression: "Do you see that little girl over there? Look, that's the current Demon Emperor. And the Fellow Daoist Feng standing in front of you right now is the Supreme Emperor of the Myriad Demon Kingdom."

The Supreme Emperor of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons!?

The middle-aged man's expression changed again, and he murmured in disbelief, "But he just said that he was... the Grand Preceptor of Lingyun Kingdom!"

Feng Xia smiled calmly, "Is there any rule in the world that forbids me from holding a part-time job?"

"This……"

The middle-aged man was completely speechless.

He had never heard of Lingyun Kingdom.

But of course he couldn't possibly be unaware of the name of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons. It was a kingdom even more ancient than Xuanwu Kingdom, existing as early as seven hundred years ago, inhabited by countless terrifying demons!

And the leader of this Thousand Autumns Valley is actually the Supreme Emperor of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom?

"Such a high status... those guys never mentioned it..."

His body trembled involuntarily, as if he had figured out many things at that moment: "Yes, there are many things I don't need to know, and it's understandable that they didn't tell me."

Sure enough, this guy has someone backing him up!

Feng Xia felt a slight chill run down her spine.

The middle-aged man's self-talk was not deliberately concealed.

And who among those present wasn't a supernatural being?

With such keen hearing, he instantly caught all of his whispers.

"But what exactly is this guy trying to do with all this? He was all aggressive before, looking for trouble, but now he's suddenly revealing his secrets. Is he trying to gain our trust?"

Just as Feng Xia was pondering whether to have Pervert Number One take action and kill this guy outright, the middle-aged man suddenly spoke again:

"I can choose not to be your enemy, and I can tell you all my secrets, but I have only one request... For the next three days, let me stay here, no, I should say let me stay by her side!"

The man pointed to the bewildered combat puppet.

For some reason, the thought process belonging to Jing Qian within the puppet paused, and he suddenly felt a strong chill.

"What does this guy want to do to me?! Something's not right, the way he's looking at me is really strange!"

"Damn it, I can't even utter a single word, let alone move!"

Given Jing Qian's past cultivation and perspective, there was practically nothing that could instill fear in him.

However, when the middle-aged man looked over, he still felt an unprecedented chill, as if the Xuan Yin True Water was pouring down from the top of his head to the soles of his feet!

So cool!

“I’ll kill you right here and then search your soul; that will give me the same secret you’re talking about.”

Unbeknownst to him, Feng Xia's eyes gradually narrowed, and a brighter smile appeared on his face: "Besides, I can roughly guess who is behind you."

Such a mysterious style of doing things clearly indicates that it is neither Ying Daoyi nor any of the forces outside the realm.

As for those people from the Eastern Emperor Continent, they are clearly not a concern.

In the end, there is only one answer left.

—The Great Prophet!

"This old guy really isn't quite dead after all..." Feng Xia said with a smile.

Those familiar with Fengxia felt a jolt of unease upon seeing this scene.

Based on their understanding of summer...

The brighter and more sunny this guy's smile is, the stronger his murderous intent is!

“I don’t know who you’re talking about, nor what kind of trump card you have, but…” the middle-aged man calmly shook his head and said, “Even if you kill me, you won’t get the secrets you want, because from the very beginning, those secrets were never in my mind.”

"Then I have even less reason to keep you around."

"Although that secret is not in my mind, I do know some things related to it."

The middle-aged man twitched the corners of his mouth, his expression a mixture of a smile and a cry, as if with a hint of self-mockery, and said, "Let me introduce myself again. My name is—Yuan."

"Mo Yuan? Wait! None of the First Ancestor's brothers seem to have that name—"

Mo Lianque was the first to react.

"It is the source, not the source of ink."

The middle-aged man, Yuan, shook his head and stared at Feng Xia, saying, "Unbeknownst to you, a huge net has already enveloped you all, and you don't have much time left."

The self-mockery on his face grew even stronger:

"how?"

"You're planning to kill me right now, betting that you can uncover that secret..."

"Or will you cooperate with me, let me be alone with this puppet for three days, and then I'll hand over that secret to you?"

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Chapter 0671

"This guy……"

Feng Xia squinted, a strange light flickering in his eyes.

It must be said that what the middle-aged man, Yuan, said was indeed quite reasonable.

The Great Prophet is indeed annoying and deserving of a beating, but he is undoubtedly a very difficult opponent, especially since his area of ​​expertise is not the usual supernatural power system!

Cause and effect, destiny, are unpredictable.

Even having reached Feng Xia's current level, he dares not claim that he is no longer afraid of cause and effect, or that he has seen through the trajectory of fate.