Then, Gu Changhuan informed Gu Wanhao about the ancient cave and the secret realm.
Gu Wanhao was frightened when he heard this. After hearing the last part, he thought for a while and then said:
"I see!
This is so!
The people from Tianqiong Sect are really ruthless!"
"yes!"
Gu Changhuan nodded and said.
“If it were me, I would definitely make good use of the existence of the secret realm;
Either use the spiritual objects in it to advance to the Nascent Soul, or use the secret realm to recruit disciples to rebuild the Tianqiong Sect;
We will definitely not choose a secret realm just for the possibility of hindering the path of the Yan family’s Nascent Soul.”
After saying that, he took out a pot of spiritual wine and poured a glass for Gu Wanhao and himself.
Gu Wanhao took a sip.
“People are different, and when faced with the same thing, they naturally make different choices;
However, since the Tiantian Sect monks can set up high-level formations, they must have extraordinary attainments in formations;
Most geniuses think highly of themselves and don't like to rely on others.
That person must be the same, so he relied on the secret realm to take revenge on the Yan family.
Since he wants revenge, he must have set up a lot of things in the secret realm to target the Yan family monks. Didn't you say that the two Yan family brothers have been encountering monsters since they entered the secret realm?
I'm afraid this is that person's back-up plan, using formations and monsters to kill people with a borrowed knife."
Gu Changhuan nodded, this makes sense, but the operation is too difficult.
"If this is the case, that person's formation talent is probably very terrifying...
What a pity.”
If you can survive and advance to Nascent Soul, it will probably not be difficult to become a sixth-level array mage.
By then, a Yan family can be destroyed with just a wave of hands.
“Everyone’s choices are different.”
After Gu Wanhao said this, he added:
"However, if your guess is true, judging from the rumors in the city, it seems that the Yan family does not want outsiders to know about this matter."
Gu Changhuan smiled and took a sip of wine.
"This matter was aroused before. The Yan family ancestor traveled thousands of miles to the Four Seasons Mountains and was forced to join forces with the Luo Feng ancestor; that's all;
In the end, it was all in vain, and nothing was caught;
In terms of harvest, it may not be as good as mine. Although such a thing does not harm the interests of the Yan family, if word spreads..."
There is no need to lose face to the Yan family. Regardless of how they are discussed by the casual cultivators, it is possible for them to be recorded in the history books of the Eastern Wasteland.
By then, maybe thousands of years have passed, and the younger generation of monks will look through the history of the Eastern Wasteland and smile when they see what happened to the Yan family in that day.
Big powers are all about face.
Thinking of this, Gu Changhuan suddenly got a headache again.
"Ancestor Luo Feng's fifth-level spiritual veins were taken out from that secret realm!
Even though he was born as a casual cultivator, he is now the ancestor of Nascent Soul, and he has his previous origins;
The Yan family would definitely send someone to attend his Nascent Soul Ceremony. If it was Yan Xiangming who went...
There is also the Shaoyang Sect..."
The more he talked, the more Gu Changhuan felt that this Nascent Soul Ceremony was not going to be peaceful.
At this time, Gu Wanhao suddenly said something
"Not necessarily."
Gu Changhuan paused and looked at his grandfather.
"When the person who sent the invitation came before, I was more thoughtful and asked a few questions before sending out the benefits."
Gu Changhuan listened patiently and waited for the next step.
"We are on the edge of Qingzhou and don't know much about Wuqiu Valley in theory, so I asked carefully about the location of Wuqiu Valley and the time and place where Patriarch Luo Feng advanced to Nascent Soul;
The time he mentioned is different from the time you met Patriarch Luo Feng;
Most importantly, I asked about the identity of the person who sent the post."
Gu Changhuan was a little confused. After thinking about it carefully, he couldn't think of anything strange.
"identity?
Who is that person?
What’s wrong with the timing of Patriarch Luo Feng’s advancement to Nascent Soul?
So what if the time is different?
This isn’t a big deal, right?”
Gu Wanhao stroked his beard and said slowly:
"That person's identity is not a disciple of Wuqiugu, but a deacon of Shaoyang Sect!"
Hearing this, Gu Changhuan frowned, and then suddenly realized
"Grandpa, why did you just say such a big thing!"
He said somewhat complaining.
"But in this case, at least we don't have to worry about the Shaoyang Sect's ancestors fighting with Luo Feng's ancestors...
Over there at the Yan family, it looks like who it is..."
Gu Wanhao shook his beard,
"Bad boy!
Didn’t I say that?”
Seeing that Gu Wanhao was about to get angry, Gu Changhuan quickly coaxed him
"It's my fault, hehehe;
By the way, grandpa, look at this!
Ghost Flat Peach and Yunyouhan Spirit Fruit!"
As Gu Changhuan spoke, he quickly took out two jade boxes.
Gu Wanhao was not really angry with him. He was just old and wanted to lose his temper. Seeing that Gu Changhuan was begging for mercy, he also walked down the steps.
I saw him waving his hand and saying:
"Okay, okay, let's go back to the house and rest!
Let me, old man, be in peace and quiet."
Seeing this, Gu Changhuan smiled and said a few more words before returning to his room.
When I came back this time, grandpa's temper was much younger. Could it be that he had been infected by spending time with the three little guys?
This is a good thing.
Gu Changhuan thought so and sat on his bed.
At this moment, Mo Lin suddenly jumped out of the spirit beast bag.
Qing Tu was also in the Xuantian Tower and said he wanted to come out.
Gu Changhuan put them all out. The two little guys were very familiar with Gu Changhuan's room. After a while, Qing Tu found a suitable place and curled up among the bookshelves.
Gu Changhuan looked at Qing Tu who had formed a ball in the small grid of the bookshelf, and suddenly wondered whether the child had cognitive impairment.
Why is it like a cat?
But soon, he no longer had the intention to think about Qingtu's cat-like behavior, because the ink scales were coiled on the table, and his tail slapped the table, making dents on the wooden table.
Gu Changhuan then remembered that he had taken what Mo Lin wanted but hadn't given it to him yet, so he waved his hand and the body of the red-winged poisonous centipede appeared in the room.
The huge centipede took up most of the open space and emitted a slight stench.
This is not the smell of rotting corpses, but the smell of poisonous swamp gas.
When Mo Lin saw that Gu Changhuan finally took out the body of the red-winged poisonous centipede, he was happy as a black light came to the centipede body.
It used its tail to pat here and there on the body of the red-winged poisonous centipede, as if it was looking for something.
Soon, it confirmed its location.
Gu Changhuan took the spirit sword and broke through the spot where the black-scaled snake's tail was, and a trace of miasma floated out.
Gu Changhuan frowned, his eyes lit up, and the whole snake was impatient.
The spirit sword continued to penetrate deeper and split the entire body of the red-winged poisonous centipede into two parts. At the cut point, Gu Changhuan saw a green and black bead the size of a thumb.