Mortal: Copying the entry, reborn as Linghu Patriarch

Inside the Miaoyin Pavilion.

A foul, fishy stench permeated the air.

The young master of Qingyang Sect had vacant eyes, a silly grin on his face, and ignored the stares of others as he haphazardly gnawed on the filth on the ground.

He swallowed each bite slowly and awkwardly.

More than a hundred Qingyang Sect disciples and servants knelt on the ground, their bodies trembling.

No one dared to look up.

An old man in a black robe stood in the center of the neighborhood, his wide robes fluttering even without wind.

It was none other than the Three Yang Old Demon who had arrived.

He was always a complex character, both righteous and wicked, cold and indifferent, killing at will, and rarely showing any emotional fluctuations.

But at this moment, those cloudy old eyes were fixed on the boy on the ground, who was eating mindlessly.

Anger surged within his chest.

"This is outrageous!"

"Who is it?"

These are his personally selected, trained, and devoted disciples.

He even entrusted the Weeping Soul, which he had created with his own hands, to him without hesitation.

This clearly shows how much he valued this disciple.

Now it has degenerated into this ugly state, neither human nor ghost.

The Three-Yang Old Demon took a step forward.

Withered fingers rested on the boy's brow, and a chilling divine sense instantly invaded the boy's soul.

moment.

He slowly withdrew his finger, his face chillingly cold.

The mind and soul are disordered, and the essence is damaged.

It's not an external injury, and it's not a poison.

"Please spare me, senior!"

"Sect Master, spare our lives! We failed in our duty to guard them properly. Please, Elder, have mercy!"

The manager of Miaoyinfang, a disciple of Qingyang Sect, pressed his forehead firmly against the cold ground, his clothes soaked with cold sweat.

The Three Yang Old Demon swept his indifferent gaze over the kneeling crowd, his tone completely flat.

"What are you still doing alive?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a dark black flame suddenly rose from his palm.

The chilling heat distorted the surrounding air, and the oppressive pressure of death instantly enveloped the entire city.

"No!"

The person kneeling on the ground was stiff, their pupils dilated, and despair crept onto their face.

next second.

The Three Yang Old Demon suddenly froze.

boom--

A vast, invisible divine thought suddenly locked onto the origin of his soul.

Invisible and traceless.

Yet it felt as heavy as an ancient mountain, pressing down on his heart.

Cold sweat instantly seeped from his aged back, soaking through his black robe.

Numbness in the skin.

This is... the divine sense of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator!

"not good."

The old demon Sanyang's heart pounded wildly, his hands went limp, and alarm bells rang in his mind instantly.

The newcomer's target is him!

He stiffly turned his neck, his gaze piercing through the thick wooden walls and through the layers of buildings.

My gaze swept past the noisy crowd and locked onto the unassuming three-story attic next door.

Between the walls, he could almost clearly see a figure in blue sitting quietly.

The consciousness was extremely unfamiliar.

Who is this?

The Three Yang Old Demon's mind raced, his thoughts churning in disarray.

The Chaotic Star Sea only has four late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.

The Supreme Saint of the Six Paths.

If that person wanted to see him, there was no need to hide like this; they could have simply shown themselves.

Wan Sangu?

This woman is aloof and never likes to meddle in other people's affairs, which is not in line with her usual style.

The Twin Saints of the Star Palace?

Others may not know, but he knows perfectly well. The fact that the two saints cannot leave the Star Palace is no secret among the higher echelons of both the righteous and demonic paths.

Could it be a level 10 demon from outer space in human form?

The opponent locked onto the target with their divine sense, but hesitated to make a move.

She was waiting for him to take the initiative to go and meet her.

To go or not to go?

In a fleeting moment, a thousand thoughts flashed wildly through my mind.

Go to hell!

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.

go!

The Three-Yang Old Demon did not hesitate for a moment.

What is a disciple anyway? He's not nearly as important as my life.

His figure suddenly swayed, his black robe billowed in a whirlwind, and he vanished into the distance.

Above ground.

All the cultivators looked up, but the old man in black robes was nowhere to be seen.

Everyone was stunned and silent.

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The market manager, kneeling on the ground, felt a chill run down his spine and secretly rejoiced.

They thought the other party had let them go and that they had escaped with their lives by sheer luck.

"Thank you so much, senior! Thank you so much for sparing my life!"

"Thank you for your generosity, Sect Leader!"

"Wait, didn't you guys notice that Senior Sanyang looked...fearful when he left?"

"How is that possible? That's the Three Yang Old Demon."

Within the Chaotic Star Sea, there are very few people who can make this old demon wary.

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In the blink of an eye, the Three Suns Demon was forced to stop at the edge of the island.

Before them stood a large, transparent array.

The entire Qingyang Island was already completely enveloped by a vast array.

The array patterns were hidden in the void, revealing no trace of their presence.

He hadn't noticed at all.

His pupils contracted sharply, and a storm raged in his heart.

No wonder they were so confident.

It turns out that from the very beginning, he had nowhere to escape.

The doorway to the attic room.

The figure in black robes slowly descended.

The Three-Yang Old Demon took a deep breath, suppressing the surging fear in his chest.

Things have come to this point, there's no point in running away.

He wanted to see who exactly was targeting his Qingyang Sect.

He raised his hand and pushed the door open.

The wooden door creaked softly.

The room was softly lit and quiet.

There was no chilling murderous intent, no sinister or terrifying scene as I had imagined.

Two women stood on either side of the room.

Both women were barefoot on a soft blanket, their skirts thin and their skin fair and translucent.

They were all stunningly beautiful and possessed distinct personalities.

One is gentle and quiet, the other is soft and innocent.

His gaze passed over the two women and landed on the main seat in the room.

The man in blue sat upright in the chair, his posture dignified and his expression calm and indifferent.

Her long, black hair was casually tied up, and her clothes were simple and clean, without a trace of extravagance.

Seemingly ordinary, yet possessing an air of indifference that overlooks all living beings.

Linghu the Demon!

The Star Palace has issued a bounty and is hunting down that newly promoted Nascent Soul cultivator across the entire Star Palace region!

No wonder this person dared to kill a Nascent Soul cultivator from the Star Palace; no wonder he acted so recklessly.

Late Nascent Soul stage!

This person is actually a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator!

When did such an unfamiliar late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator appear in this barren sea of ​​Chaotic Star Sea?

Countless thoughts clashed wildly in my mind, and my thoughts became completely chaotic.

He forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart and restrained the fierce aura emanating from him.

"So it's Fellow Daoist Linghu."

"The Star Palace is still unaware of the truth, and probably doesn't know the enormous trouble they've gotten themselves into."

He lowered his posture to the lowest point, bowed slightly, and spoke in a respectful and humble tone.

Linghu Qing sipped his tea, glancing up slightly.

"I have personally experienced the domineering nature of the Star Palace."

"Fellow Daoist Sanyang, you have such a good attitude. We don't seem to know each other very well."

"Why!"

"I am now nothing more than a prisoner."

"Fellow Daoist, please speak freely. I will do my best to comply. I beg you to be lenient."

The Three-Yang Old Demon shook his head bitterly, his posture humble.

He lived for hundreds of years and was well-versed in the ways of survival in chaotic times.

If you can't beat them, then bow your head.

No affectation, no forcing yourself to be something you're not.

"I do have something I'd like to ask."

"What exactly was the origin of the Qingyang Sect's ancestors?"

Linghu Qing looked on with curiosity.

The method of refining the weeping soul, the Yin-Yang Reincarnation Technique.

Such mysterious and unpredictable techniques and secret arts are simply not something that human cultivators could create.

"Where did Qingyang Gate come from?"

The Three Yang Old Demon caught a glimpse of the small black monkey on Linghu Qing's shoulder and instantly understood.

So that's what you came for.

"To be honest, fellow Daoist..."

"My ancestors of the Qingyang Sect once found a fragment of an ancient heritage in a deep-sea underwater ruin."

"This method of refining monkeys was deduced and summarized from ancient traditions by successive sect leaders."

He could tell that Linghu Qing cared about it very much, so he decided to take the initiative and be honest with him.

He raised his hand and handed over a dark-colored jade slip.

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