[This feeling of using other people’s six senses to observe the outside world is truly wonderful.]

Wu Wan was sitting in the wooden chair behind the chief's desk in the main hall, taking a break from his busy work to take a look at Yang Wudi's actions at the moment through the two groups of transformation energy left by Senior Shennong.

This situation was as if Wu Wang had done indoor simulated battlefield training in his previous life, and the images produced by those devices were clearer and more realistic.

When Qiongqi controlled the monk's soul, he probably had a similar perspective.

It's a pity that I can't watch much at this time, there are still guests beside me.

Beside the long desk, Ling Xiaolan was sitting in another wooden chair;

She was picking up the tea and took a sip from the jade straw that Wu Wan had given her back then.

Wu Wan opened his eyes and continued chatting with Ling Xiaolan.

"What did the fairy say just now?"

"I have taught two sets of Xuannv Sect's exercises to fellow Taoist Le Yao."

Ling Xiaolan said softly: "Although I don't like people from the Demon Sect, this is for Brother Ji's use after all; Le Yao has also sworn not to spread this matter."

"By the way, Fairy, were you there when Brother Ji got married?"

"I didn't show up directly that time."

Ling Xiaolan sighed softly, her slightly narrowed almond eyes showing a little tiredness.

She complained with some dissatisfaction:

"It's a bit better now. In the past few years, there were always people coming to the Xuannv Sect to propose marriage. Each one of them would make ridiculous remarks, and the master would always get angry and draw his sword and chop them down."

Wu smiled and said: "The name Tianyan Saint is really of little benefit."

"That's not true."

Ling Xiaolan chuckled softly, as if there was a soft light surrounding her body, which made Wu Wan subconsciously take a few more glances.

She said: "The sect doesn't just give me meritorious deeds. The sect thinks that Saint Tianyan is a good thing. As a disciple, I must cooperate."

"The fairy's sense of belonging to the sect is quite good."

"What about you, Wuwang? Do you have a sense of belonging to the Mie Sect?"

Wu smiled and said: "Of course there is a sense of belonging, but because I have only been the leader of the Mie Sect for a short period of time, this sense of belonging is not very strong."

Ling Xiaolan blinked, as if asking Wu Wan something.

Wu Huan picked up the tea that Su Qing had just brought, blew away the tea leaves on it, took two sips, and said with a smile:

"I was also very repelled by the word Mo Zong at first. I had a preconceived notion that Mo Zong was a demonic cultivator who killed people without batting an eyelid.

But after some contact, I discovered that due to external pressure from the human realm, the difference between the Immortal Sect and the Demonic Sect is essentially just their skills.

The Mie Sect is a medium-sized sect. It had no industry at all before I went there. It was even the result of the merger of three weak sects, and its ranking continues to decline.

It is obvious that this sect with a long name cannot keep up with the development of the human domain."

Ling Xiaolan's eyes showed contemplation and she said softly: "It is quite novel to see the affairs of the sect from this angle."

Wu Wang continued:

"Why can't they keep up with the human environment?

In fact, it was because they had not changed and were still following the ancient rules of the human realm. The meaning of the sect's existence at that time was only to cultivate enough immortal soldiers for the border and protect the human realm.

In fact, today's human domain sects, under the premise that the pressure from the external environment continues to weaken, have begun to control the territory and strengthen their family status.

The sense of belonging that everyone in the sect has towards the sect has taken away some of the sense of belonging to the human realm.

This is also the problem that the human domain is facing today.

If the Renhuang Pavilion does not start reforming in time, the entire human domain will inevitably begin to suffer from internal strife."

Ling Xiaolan said seriously: "Is there any way to avoid it?"

"In general, there are only two feasible paths," Wu Wang said. "One is to directly declare war on Tiangong, and the other is to replace the sect's single teaching model and add other ways to cultivate immortal soldiers."

Ling Xiaolan:......

Her face turned slightly red and she whispered: "Brother Wuwang, I don't understand."

Wu Wan put down the tea cup and said with a smile: "Then let's talk about poetry and ink... Fairy, wait for me for a while, I have something to do here."

After saying this, he sank his mind into the spiritual platform, almost defenseless against Ling Xiaolan.

Wu Wan's spiritual thoughts wrapped around the ball of 'Shennong's Transformation Qi' and stared at the environment outside Yang Wudi.

Ling Xiaolan turned her head and looked to one side, the corners of her mouth bulged slightly, but she secretly made up her mind - she must quickly acquire some knowledge about the pattern of the human domain and the development of the cultivation environment!

'Does he think I know too little?'

She took a peek at Wu Wan who was meditating and had such thoughts in her heart. She immediately took out a jade messenger wrapped in a handkerchief, but felt that it was not safe to send the message, so she quietly got up and floated out of the hall.

I strive to have a few more words with Brother Wuwang next time I encounter a topic like this.

…

at the same time.

Wu Wan observed the environment inside and outside the Ten Fierce Palace's den through Yang Wudi's sight.

This is a deserted valley with several small sects within hundreds of miles. From the outside, there are only two abandoned ancestral temples in the deserted valley.

The crows are scattered, the dead trees are empty, the bells are broken, and the sun is setting in the west.

Yang Wudi and a group of five people ran here and lurked in the valley for a long time. After confirming that there were no pursuers, they went to a ruined temple, removed two stone slabs from the corner, and drilled into the earth hole downwards.

The den of the Ten Fierce Palaces is really well hidden.

Yang Wudi turned left and right along the earth cave, passed through the double camouflage formation, and successfully reached the ground a hundred feet deep.

The size of the cave here is indeed quite large, with underground passages extending in all directions; there are several main corridors inside, and narrow corridors extend along the main corridors. At the end of the corridors is a round cave for people to live.

The overall layout here resembles the canopy of an upside-down fruit tree.

Yang Wudi and the others went straight to the largest round hole, and were surrounded by a group of figures dressed in black halfway through.

"You... take it!"

Dozens of people took action at the same time. The four people behind Yang Wudi subconsciously wanted to fight back, but Yang Wudi shouted to stop them.

"Stop! Stop everyone! Why are our own people fighting!"

Wu Wan observed carefully from the side and found that Yang Wudi was not panicking at this moment, and there was no fairy light shining in the divine palace where Yuanshen lived.

True and calm.

I saw Yang Wudi put his hands behind his back and shouted loudly: "I am Yang Wudi! The senior officer responsible for all the elders! What do you mean?"

"Master Yang Wudi was not captured!"

Several people behind Yang Wudi immediately said:

"We escaped."

"Thanks to Mr. Yang Wudi, we escaped here with a narrow escape."

"They were going to escort us to the Renhuang Pavilion Headquarters. Fortunately, Mr. Yang Wudi was smart and brave, and saved a hand, and led us out halfway."

"The other brothers... are so miserable! They fell into the hands of the extremely cruel Master of the Punishment Hall. Their lives would be worse than death!"

The four murderers who followed Yang Wudi to escape kept shouting and quickly restored many details of their escape.

Yang Wudi deliberately showed a sense of fatigue and weakness, with scars all over his body from being brutally beaten.

It's just a little trick.

The attitude of these vicious people here quickly changed.

They began to contact the main hall in a hurry, and sent people to watch outside to see if there were any pursuers. The remaining murderers welcomed Yang Wudi and his party to the main cave.

One person pointed to the blood pool in the center of the main cave and said, "Sir, you can go and rest in the holy pool."

Yang Wudi immediately waved his hand and said sternly: "Give this opportunity to the brother who needs it more. My injury is fine. I can resist the beating!"

All the murderers were immediately moved.

The four murderers took off their shirts and jumped into the blood pool. Their bodies were covered with bloody aura and they quickly recovered from their injuries.

Seeing this, Wu Wan raised his eyebrows secretly.

There is something in this blood pool. The diluted divine power mixed with other turbid auras can actually help the monks heal their wounds.

Someone moved a chair for Yang Wudi and said, "Sir, you can also go into the holy pool to rest. There are no new brothers who need to enter the holy pool recently, and the sacred water in the holy pool needs to be constantly replaced."

"No, that's all the divine power given by the fathers inside, let them use it."

Yang Wudi shook his head slightly and said with emotion: "I never thought that we could come back this time, return to this warm residence, and continue to smell the scent of our fathers.

Ah! This is happiness!"

The fierce people around him looked at him with respect.

Wu Wan:......
To be continued...