Bo Shan and Fuguang were still teasing each other all night long. Outside the door, Zhao Yu'er and Liu Suifeng came in laughing and joking. Judging from their appearance, they looked like good sisters and best friends, all they had to do was hold hands.
Went shopping.
Boshan and Fuguang Buye were stunned for a moment and looked at each other. What was going on? Just now, they were like enemies. How come they became as close as sisters in just a few minutes?
How did Zhao Yu'er do it? She usually looks like a cold beauty who doesn't like to talk. How did she convince Liu Suifeng? That's the temperament of a young lady.
"What are you looking at! I've never seen a beautiful woman!"
Liu Suifeng glanced at Boshan, then hugged Zhao Yuer with both hands:
"Sister, you have to be careful on the road. You must take good care of this guy!"
From what she said, it seemed that the two of them had already discussed it, but how did Zhao Yuer do it?
Boshan and Fuguang Buye were very curious, which overturned their understanding of Zhao Yuer.
"Don't worry, sister Suifeng, I will definitely take good care of her, and you must also take good care of the sect."
The more Bo Shan listened, the more something was wrong. The two of them spoke and sang in harmony, just like two mistresses each taking charge of their own business, one in charge of the outside and one in charge of the house. It was very harmonious. In the secular world, there would be such two women.
As long as the master is here, the male master can just set up the dragon gate array every day without having to do anything else.
"Hey, fellow Taoist Boshan, you are so lucky!"
Fuguang Buye looked at Boshan with admiration, but there was clearly a deep sense of ridicule and sympathy in his admiring eyes.
"Now that everything is ready, let's go!"
Boshan went out first, gave the white-faced man and others a few words, then took Fuguang Buye and Zhao Yu'er out of the magic circle and flew away.
Not far away, Maozi and Chongzhu, who were always paying attention to the movements, couldn't wait to follow them, always maintaining a distance of more than ten kilometers from Boshan and others.
"Fellow Taoist Boshan, let them follow?"
Fuguang Buye frowned, feeling very vigilant.
"Ignore them for now and let them follow!"
In an instant, two groups of clouds disappeared into the sky. The direction they were going was to the depths of the Netherland. In order to reduce the risks on the road, under the guidance of Zhao Yuer, they walked in a roundabout way.
Stop and go, gradually, those interested people who had always paid attention to the information on the treasure map also lost their news.
After a year like this.
"Phew...it's finally over! Bastard, it's time for me to take revenge! Little bastard, let's see if I don't kill you! I must make you famous all over the world...hiss...what's his name?"
On the border between the Gobi and the swamp, deep underground, Wu Lingzi opened his eyes. Now his soul was as dark as ink. It seemed that he had almost recovered.
He squeezed out a few complaints viciously, thinking about taking revenge on Boshan, but he suddenly remembered that he didn't know what Boshan's name was!
How does this help Boshan "promote" his innate aura!
He was so angry that he got up and floated around in the space. Suddenly, he remembered something - the golden dragon soul body!
"Golden Dragon Soul Body? I seem to have heard of it somewhere..."
Wu Lingzi's soul frowned and started to drift, thinking.
"The Dragon Clan has long been extinct to the point where there are no dregs left. Those with golden dragon souls on Tianji Star... should not be from the Nether Realm. If they are not from the Nether Realm, they are most likely to be in places controlled by those families...
…”
Wu Lingzi analyzed and calculated bit by bit.
Sudden!
His eyes lit up!
"Could it be..."
He was frightened by his thoughts, his pupils shrank, his hair stood on end, and he almost broke into a cold sweat!
He thought of a possibility.
"The Golden Dragon is the ruler of the dragon clan and the leader of all things. Those who can possess the soul of the Golden Dragon must also be members of the royal family. Tianji Star. If there is a royal family in a place controlled by the family, it must be one of the eight ancestral surnames..."
Wu Lingzi felt like he wanted to pee. Although he was just a soul, the feeling of peeing was very strong and made him uncomfortable. He felt like his soul was about to burst.
The eight ancestral surnames are the ones where the Lord God is said to be in charge. They are the true rulers of Tianji Star and one of the rulers of the known universe!
If this person is really a person with the eight ancestral surnames, this matter is no small matter!
"I heard that Ji Wuming is an abandoned son of the Di Ji clan. In this case, I have to go to the Yuede Sect... But, hum, the news about this kid must be released!"
Wu Lingzi had a fierce look on his face, and then his soul gradually disappeared.
Half a year later.
In many places in the Nether Realm, from low-level casual cultivators, to sect disciples, to members of aristocratic families, there is news that there is a god-level powerful person with the eight ancestral surnames who actually possesses innate spiritual energy!
"What? There is innate spiritual energy? This is a legendary thing! How can it exist?"
At the gate of a certain courtyard, two disciples of the Fire Body Realm were communicating quietly. One of them suddenly changed his face and spoke a little louder.
"Shhh! Damn it, my uncle! If the elders find out, I will punish you!"
The other person's expression also changed and he quickly warned him.
The man's face turned pale and he quickly covered his mouth, his eyes full of horror.
"But, is what you said true? Besides, how come people with the Eight Great Ancestors' surnames come to the Nether Realm? Didn't they say that people with the Eight Great Ancestors' surnames are prohibited from entering here?"
"Banned? Do you really think you can ban it? Childish! In the entire Tianji Star, which force dares to offend the people with the eight ancestral surnames?"
"I think it's impossible, right? The gods with the eight ancestral surnames would come to the Netherland? For them, this is a backward place where birds don't shit, right? What's more, if you really have innate aura, how can you dare to go out casually?
Are you running?"
Despite his low cultivation level, this person does have some knowledge.
"Then who knows! What if someone relies on his profound magic power? Anyway, it has nothing to do with you and me, it's just a joke."
"What kind of joke is this? Tell me!"
The two of them were chatting quietly and happily, when suddenly, a voice suddenly sounded, causing the two of them to turn around in despair, and both fell to their knees.
"Elder... Elder, no... nothing. We were just talking about some rumors we heard recently. They are all rumors. I don't know whether they are true or not. It's nothing important..."
"I have the final say whether it's important or not, just treat it as a joke!"
As the door opened, a white-haired old man appeared. This man had an aquiline nose that stood out in the center of his face. His red eyes were shining coldly. At first glance, he was not a kind person.
He was wearing a black shirt, his long nails were extremely sharp, and the vague pressure he exuded was that of a demigod. In the eyes of the two lower realms, he was a supreme existence.
After all, in the sect, the leader is only at the peak level of demigod.
"this……"
"Um?"
When the old man heard the hesitation of his subordinates, he couldn't help but let out a long nasal sound, and the pressure on his body became colder and stronger.
"Reporting to the elder, it is like this. Recently, there have been rumors everywhere that there is a god-level powerful person with the eight ancestral surnames who actually possesses innate spiritual energy. Now he is in the Nether Realm!" The disciple quickly reported without reservation, and then
, trembling all over, waiting for it to fall.
"What did you say? Innate aura? God-level of the eight great ancestors?"
The elder's chrysanthemum-like face immediately opened up when he heard these words, as if he had become ten years younger.
However, he seemed to have thought of something immediately, and the pressure did not recede at all, but instead suppressed the two of them even more powerfully.
"Is what you are saying true? Where did you hear the news? Hurry up and get the truth!"
The old man had the same thought as his two subordinates. He did not believe that the gods with the eight ancestral surnames would come to the Netherland for no reason, let alone that there would be gods with innate spiritual energy in this world!
That is the supreme immortal energy that can only be possessed by the Lord God at the first level!
The two subordinates were trembling with fright, and at the same time they were so angry that they cursed in their hearts. I told you it was just a rumor, a joke, but now they are so excited when they hear about the innate spiritual energy.
"Yes, yes, elder, it's like this. Yesterday I went out to do errands and met an acquaintance on the road..."
One of the subordinates began to talk about the source of the news in detail, trying to recall it as clearly as possible without even daring to forget a single detail.
Five minutes later, he finally finished speaking, but the elder's eyes flashed slightly, and he didn't speak from the beginning, but just listened quietly.
"Did he listen to what his brothers from their sect said?"
"Yes, elder."
"This news has been circulating for almost a month?"
"That's what he said, but I don't know whether it's true or not..."
The old man did not ask again, but was thinking about something on the spot. After a while, he ordered:
"Stay here and don't go anywhere. Don't tell anyone what you just said. Do you remember? Don't you dare to reveal even a few words, huh..."
The old man's threat was obvious, and the two of them were so frightened that they quickly bowed their heads.
The old man seemed quite satisfied, flicked his sleeves and flew away.
Ten minutes later, he landed in front of a huge courtyard. The sect was located in a valley between mountains. The valley was dozens of kilometers in radius. The entire sect was built based on the surrounding mountains.
This is an unremarkable middle-class sect deep in the Netherland, and this huge courtyard is where the sect’s leader lives.
"Let me know, I have something important to report to the sect master!"
The old man had a gloomy face and gave the order to the gatekeeper. The gatekeeper did not dare to neglect and hurried in to report.
Only a few minutes later, the gatekeeper came out and replied respectfully:
"Elder, the sect master invites you."
The old man didn't guard the door and walked straight in. After entering the gate, he let go of his speed and skimmed along the ground. Soon, he came to a study room with ease and said apologetically:
"metropolitan."
"come in."
A rather deep voice sounded, and the old man entered the study without being polite.
In the study, a person was holding a brush and splashing ink on the large desk. He ignored the old man and just continued to draw.
The old man did not dare to disturb, but just watched quietly. While watching, he nodded slightly with a smile on his face, his eyes were full of admiration, as if he could really understand.
"Why, if you don't practice in seclusion, why did you come out?"
Finally, the sect master finished the painting, raised his body, held the pen in one hand, and kept admiring his painting.
This man looks to be in his forties, with three strands of beard that exudes the air of a scholar, and he is dressed in gray clothes and looks quite simple and easy-going. However, looking at his hands, the muscles and bones are clearly visible under the skin, which seems incompatible with his kind appearance.