Mortal: Copying the entry, reborn as Linghu Patriarch

On the high platform.

Hong Fu, dressed in a red gown, with a slender figure, looked down at the bustling crowd below.

Nod slightly.

The sect's atmosphere has quietly improved, the disciples' cohesion has steadily increased, and the class barriers have gradually faded.

Yellow Maple Valley is steadily and vigorously moving towards a better future.

Underground spirit stone mine.

Teleportation array.

Two figures stood silently.

Nangong Wan, dressed in elegant white, examined the teleportation array with curiosity in her eyes.

She is now at the late stage of Core Formation, and is only one step away from the Great Perfection of Core Formation.

One hundred and ninety years old.

Late stage of Core Formation.

Such a speed of cultivation is exceptional, even in the entire history of Tiannan.

There might even be a chance.

She will reach the point of conception before she turns two hundred.

If such extraordinary talent were exposed, it would surely attract the attention of those with ulterior motives.

Linghu Qing was worried about leaving her alone after he left, so he left her to form her Nascent Soul.

After much deliberation.

Ultimately, he decided to take Nangong Wan to the Chaotic Star Sea for cultivation.

The infant was formed beside him.

"No wonder you insisted on demanding this spirit stone mine from the sect back then."

"So that's the reason."

Nangong Wan's gaze fell upon the ancient array patterns beneath her feet, and she sighed softly.

"What's the world like over there?"

"Let's go first."

"I'll tell you slowly when the time comes."

Linghu Qing's words were concise and to the point.

The words fell.

The teleportation array suddenly shone brightly.

The two figures vanished completely into the depths of the spirit stone mine, leaving no trace.

A sea of ​​chaotic stars.

A cool sea breeze caressed the surface of the sea, creating layers of fine, shimmering waves.

A magnificent white jade flying boat cuts through the sea.

Proceeding smoothly.

A spiritual light flowed around the hull of the boat.

Inside the flying boat, the private rooms are luxuriously furnished, with soft and comfortable cushions and a delicate fragrance.

A beautiful maid with a lovely face.

With gentle fingertips and skillful technique, she was massaging the shoulders of the young man in front of her.

The movements were gentle and delicate.

"Young master, you look troubled because you're in a bad mood?"

"It's nothing."

"Let's go to Qingyang Island."

The young man had a handsome face, fair skin, and an air of arrogance that befitted a scion of a prominent family.

"Yes, young master."

The maid bowed in agreement and turned to steer the flying boat.

They sped off towards Qingyang Island.

Wen Tianren looked through the transparent window, his eyes filled with surging thoughts.

Both are second-generation cultivators.

He also knew the young master of Qingyang Sect.

Some time ago, it suddenly occurred to me that the other party had not appeared on the sea for thirty years.

Upon closer inspection.

But he learned a result that shocked him.

The other person is dead?

Moreover, he was killed on Qingyang Island.

Even better.

After the incident.

A Nascent Soul cultivator entered the Qingyang Sect and had a long private conversation with the Sect Master of the Three Yang Sect.

Later generations connected these two events.

That Nascent Soul cultivator is suspected of being the murderer!

If his master, the Old Demon of Hehuan, saw this message...

They probably won't take it seriously.

The junior offended a Nascent Soul cultivator and was severely injured and crippled.

It was reasonable for the Nascent Soul cultivator to compensate San Yang with some spirit stones and treasures to hastily resolve the matter.

But Wen Tianren is different.

He and the young master of Qingyang were not exactly friends, but they could still talk to each other.

After all, the two of them were the two most outstanding second-generation cultivators in the Chaotic Star Sea Demonic Path.

Some things to say.

They only mentioned it to each other.

Wen Tianren learned of this.

The Three Yang Old Demon cares deeply about the Young Master Qingyang, unlike his master who used him.

but.

Now that his disciple is dead, the Three Yang Old Demon not only did not seek revenge, but instead brought the victim into the sect.

This matter is illogical and strange in every way.

The truth behind this is far more complex than it appears on the surface.

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"Why is that?"

Wen Tianren suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his mind and appeared to be deep in thought.

three days later.

The flying boat finally arrived at Qingyang Island.

"Fellow Daoist, come and have some fun!"

Wen Tianren stepped into the street.

The moment he looked up and saw the ancient plaque of Miaoyin Pavilion, his dark pupils suddenly contracted, and his heart sank.

Miaoyin Pavilion still stands in the same place.

The lights were on, and the business was operating as usual, without any sign of decay or damage.

That's not right!

With the vengeful and violent nature of the Three Yang Old Demon.

Even if they were wary of that mysterious Nascent Soul cultivator, they dared not retaliate directly.

They would inevitably take their anger out on this inconspicuous Miaoyin Pavilion, completely destroying it to vent their fury.

Why is Miaoyin Pavilion intact and unharmed?

Isn't it just a minor Core Formation faction?

unless……

A bold and startling guess suddenly sprouted in his mind.

A fine layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on my back, and a chill ran down my spine straight to the top of my head.

The Three Yang Old Demon didn't dare to touch this pavilion at all.

Could it be...?

Has the Myriad Sounds Sect been hiding its true strength?

Wen Tianren felt he had discovered a corner of the truth.

It turned out to be the case.

No wonder the Myriad Sounds Sect, a mere Core Formation cultivator, has spread across so many islands.

Thinking about it carefully, this is something that simply cannot be done without a powerful background.

background.

What's the background?

In the Chaotic Star Sea, there are only four late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators who can make the Three Yang Old Demon wary.

Could the unfamiliar Nascent Soul from thirty years ago be one of them?

No.

We can't think so dogmatically.

Perhaps there are other possibilities.

Perhaps I was deceived by Young Master Qingyang; Old Demon Sanyang didn't care about him at all.

I need to find out the truth no matter what.

The maid standing beside him noticed that her young master's face was gloomy and his aura was cold and oppressive, so she couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"Young master, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

Wen Tianren shook his head slightly, forcibly suppressing the shock and unease surging in his heart.

He stepped forward and strode straight into the Miaoyin Pavilion.

He must find out what untold events happened on this island thirty years ago.

"Disciples of the Six Paths have come to my Qingyang Island?"

"Could it be that they've become suspicious of us?"

Upon receiving the news, San Yang of Qingyang Sect showed a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He wanted to rebel against the Star Alliance.

But he hasn't taken any action yet.

Could the six realms possibly be capable of foresight?

"Qingyi, go and keep watch secretly."

"If he senses anything amiss, he should bring the person back immediately."

"If necessary, kill first and report later."

"Huh? Me?"

Qingyi raised his eyebrows and looked at Sanyang in surprise.

"Let me kill the successor of the Six Paths Supreme Saint."

"You really think highly of me!"

Although it is the formation of the Golden Core.

However, they had also heard about how much the Six Paths Supreme Saint cared about Wen Tianren, and he must have given him a valuable trump card.

It is very likely that the power of the Six Paths is sealed within Wen Tianren's body.

He Qingyi was an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator.

Fight the Six Paths Incarnation?

"I'll calculate your contribution points."

"Yes, sir!"

Qingyi turned and left.

He turned back halfway there and said.

"Sect Master Sanyang, Fellow Daoist Muyan, we can't keep waiting like this."

When are you going to recruit new people?

Who do you want to hire?

San Yang looked at Qing Yi and threw the question back at him.

"Extremely Yin!"

"Extreme Yin? I doubt he'd agree."

"If they disagree, that's easy. The three of us will join forces to kill them and divide the storage bags among ourselves."

"No matter what, we won't lose out."

As soon as Qing Yi finished speaking, the secret room fell silent.

A flicker of fire flashed in Mu Yan's eyes as he pondered in silence.

A strange light flashed in the eyes of the Three Yang Old Demon, and he was moved.