I picked up the scattered attributes

Feng Xia's answer was simple and straightforward: "Hopeless."

"..."

How are we supposed to continue this conversation?!

"However, this is exactly the state I need. Fellow Daoist Yao, I will have to trouble you again this time to temporarily act as my steward and accompany me to visit the various sects."

Faced with Feng Xia's invitation, Yao Wenhua did not hesitate for long and quickly agreed.

"Dare you disobey?"

"Don't worry, I'm just going to see a few fellow Daoists. There won't be any problems, and nothing serious will happen."

"..."

The more Feng Xia said this, the more uneasy Yao Wenhua felt.

In fact, his unease soon came true—

The Misty Divine Sect ranks seventeenth in the alliance.

The Mysterious Cloud Hand technique is arguably the number one palm technique in the Southern Heaven, ethereal and boundless. It is said that once one cultivates it to the point of mastery, one can naturally achieve the effect of entering the Dao!

The sect's main gate is not on Nine Suns Star, but on a planet called Mist God Star, in the area near the Six Stars of the Southern Sky.

The planet Mist God is shrouded in mist and clouds all year round, with abundant vital energy, making it like a secluded paradise, a fairyland on earth.

The Misty Divine Sect is located in the southern part of the Mist God Star, and is the overlord of the Mist God Star.

On that very day, several young disciples of the Misty Divine Sect suddenly frowned and looked into the distance: "Strange, is there something over there? I think I see a dark cloud..."

"Have you gone mad from cultivating? Our Divine Sect is the greatest blessed land on Mist God Star. Every cloud is formed from highly condensed primordial energy, pure and flawless. How could there possibly be dark clouds?"

Before the other disciple could finish speaking, his face suddenly twitched violently: "Wait! I think I saw the dark clouds you mentioned too! What exactly are those things that even the Divine Sect's spiritual energy environment can't purify?"

In a short time, many disciples of the Divine Sect were alarmed.

Someone activated their pupil technique to look into the distance and finally saw the truth behind the dark clouds:

"Damn it! That seems to be an incredibly dense aura of death! Could it be that a ten-thousand-year-old zombie has been born and is about to wreak havoc on my Divine Sect's Holy Realm?"

"Quickly report to the powerful members of the sect! The master who created the death cloud seems to be heading towards the Divine Sect!"

The entire vast Misty Divine Sect erupted in an instant.

That deathly aura was far too intense, unlike anything that ordinary living beings could produce. It swept across a vast distance, like the tentacles of a demon, constantly assaulting the gates of the Divine Sect!

"Calm down, calm down!"

A calm voice came from outside, and the crowd immediately parted to make way.

Si Songyan, dressed in blue, strode over and gazed into the distance at the terrifying deathly aura. After a moment, he shook his head and said, "Xu Wu, don't worry. The Divine Sect is the orthodox sect of the Xuanmen, imbued with the righteous energy of heaven and earth. Even if a demon were to emerge and attack, it would surely be suppressed."

Si Songyan was an elder of the Misty Divine Sect. His words were like a reassuring pill, instantly silencing the noisy crowd.

"Elder Si, can you discern the origin of that demon?"

One of the disciples mustered his courage and asked in a loud voice.

Si Songyan chuckled and nodded slightly, saying, "Just some mere heretics and evil spirits. This elder has suppressed many of them before, how could I not see through them..."

Before the words had even finished, a loud laugh rang out from the deathly silence.

"Elder Si Songyan! I, Feng, have come to the Misty Divine Sect to keep your invitation!"

Immediately, the gazes directed at Si Songyan from all directions became exceptionally strange.

A disciple of the Divine Sect exclaimed, "Elder Si, that demon seems to be coming for you!"

"Elder Si? Are you listening?"

"Shut up! I heard everything!"

Coming to his senses, Si Songyan snorted, his smile vanishing. He stared grimly at the lifeless figure and muttered, "This guy actually showed up for the appointment at a time like this, and he looks like he's about to die..."

Feng Xia finally came to keep the appointment, which should have been a happy thing.

However, Feng Xia's current state made Si Songyan feel uneasy.

"Is this guy planning to die inside my Divine Sect's mountain gate?"

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Chapter 0881

"They've come to see Elder Si?"

"It's not just that he came to see Elder Si; didn't you hear what that demon said? It seems Elder Si invited him! Speaking of which, how did Elder Si come to know such a demon..."

"Not only are they acquainted, but they even invited people to the sect!"

Inside the Misty Divine Sect's mountain gate, disciples were still whispering among themselves.

However, the next moment, Si Songyan glared at them fiercely, and the disciples immediately shut their mouths.

Whether they are still secretly harboring resentment in their hearts is an unknown.

"Look, there seems to be another person!"

I've seen that person before—

Before Si Songyan could even breathe a sigh of relief, the Shenzong disciples, who had just quieted down, erupted in chaos once more: "That demon actually came in a wheelchair!"

"I recognize the person pushing the wheelchair; he's the master of the Guangling Pavilion of the Nine Suns Star!"

"Even though Guangling Pavilion has split up now, the Pavilion Master's status is still quite high. How could he push that demon's wheelchair?"

It was at this moment that someone finally recognized Feng Xia's identity.

"Wait! I know, that demon is the Wind God General of Thousand Autumn Valley!"

"So it was that ominous star!"

"But wasn't this guy supposed to be ruthless during the league's recruitment process? Why does he suddenly seem like he's about to die?"

"Shut up, everyone!"

Seeing the atmosphere getting increasingly noisy, annoyed Si Songyan roared and unleashed his magic power, suppressing the surroundings into complete silence.

Then, he leaped forward and said, "The Wind God General of Thousand Autumn Valley is no evil demon. Anyone who dares to mention him again, don't blame this elder for being impolite! Fellow Daoist Feng, it's been a long time! How did you end up in such a state?"

The first half of the sentence was purely a polite formality.

The second half of the sentence, however, is genuine curiosity.

Si Songyan remembered that when he first met Feng Xia, the Wind God of Qianqiu Valley put a lot of pressure on him. Even if he hadn't reached the God Realm, he was definitely just one step away from achieving it.

Why is it that a year has passed, yet Feng Xia is filled with deathly energy, looking like he's about to die?

"I have mastered a demonic art."

Leaning slouch against her wheelchair, Feng Xia exhaled a breath of death before weakly saying, "I accidentally messed up my practice, which is why I look like this now."

Si Songyan: "..."

Damn it, doesn't this guy know how to take the easy way out?

He had just said that Feng Xia was not a heretic, but the next sentence was that Feng Xia publicly admitted to practicing demonic arts. It was like a loud slap in the face, making his face burn with pain!

As expected, no sooner had Feng Xia finished speaking than another commotion broke out inside the gates of the Misty Divine Sect.

The Misty Divine Sect has always considered itself to be the righteous path.

Although they don't readily exorcise demons and uphold justice, they generally keep their distance from those with demonic powers, let alone invite them to their mountain gate.

"Quiet! Quiet!"

Si Songyan's eyelids twitched, and he shouted again.

At the same time, he smiled and looked at Feng Xia: "Fellow Daoist Feng is really joking. I can tell at a glance that you were probably harmed by the villains of the demonic path, which is why you have fallen to this state. Come, come, please come inside. If you want to resolve the damage from the demonic arts, you have come to the right place by coming to my Misty Divine Sect!"

His words, a combination of rebuttal and criticism, finally dispelled the doubts of the Shenzong disciples.

After Feng Xia followed him through the mountain gate and into a secluded, deserted place, Si Songyan's smiling face suddenly darkened to its extreme: "For someone surnamed Feng to come in this state, things might be a bit difficult..."

If Feng Xia had arrived in his normal state, no matter what happened in the end, the Misty Divine Sect could have found a reason to explain it.

Such as foreign spies, ambushing the sect leader, and ultimately being killed on the spot, etc.

To outsiders, this was undoubtedly a righteous act.

However, Feng Xia's arrival was so grand, and he even had the excuse of treating illness. If any accident were to occur within the Divine Sect, then their position as a righteous sect could suffer a serious blow!

A perfectly healthy patient, who was lively and energetic when he came in, how did he die so quietly after entering your Misty Divine Sect?

—He could already imagine how people would criticize the Misty Divine Sect.

Some sects and factions don't care about their reputation.

But the Misty Divine Sect is different.

"In short, report this matter to the Supreme Emperor first, and let him decide any problems that may arise."

Soon after, a jade talisman in Si Songyan's hand lit up. He probed it with his divine sense and quickly realized what was going on on his face: "So that's how it is. The Supreme One's plans are truly flawless!"

He turned around, and a smile returned to his face.

"Fellow Daoist Feng, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."