A large amount of spirit stones were needed to raise the gate-guarding formation. Ye Su wanted to take a clear and complete look at the gate-guarding formation once again to try to find out whether it was related to the spiritual veins in the back mountain.
"Okay." Huang Erqian didn't even ask why, and agreed directly, "I'll send it to Qianjimen."
"The teleportation array here is useless." Yi Xuan, who was wiping the Chongming sword in the courtyard, interjected, "We can only use the teleportation scroll."
In the past six months, the Wuyin Sect hired someone to set up a teleportation array within their sect. The teleportation array at the foot of the mountain had no one to maintain or operate it, so it was naturally abandoned.
"I have a teleportation scroll." Huang Erqian said, "Teleportation scrolls have been very popular in the past six months. Many cultivators must have them. I bought a lot of them."
Nowadays, teleportation arrays are mostly operated in big cities. Small places are easily targeted by demons. If you are not careful, you will encounter the demon army as soon as you arrive at your destination. Teleportation scrolls can go directly to where you want to go, which is more accurate and convenient.
"I'll go prepare the spirit stones first." Huang Erqian turned off the communication jade disc.
Ye Su sat directly on the steps. The churning in her spiritual palace had not yet stopped. The impact of her previous severance of her spiritual consciousness was enormous, and her head was almost splitting with pain.
However, in Yi Xuan's view, Ye Su just sat there expressionless, not saying a word.
"Master?" Yi Xuan suddenly stood up and looked at Zhang Fengfeng who hurried in from outside.
Ye Su raised her eyes to look at Zhang Fengfeng, and stood up again: "Master."
Yi Xuan frowned, his red mole faintly visible. He looked at the two of them, and it was obvious that something had happened that he didn't know about.
"I turned down the weapon refining mission of the Hehuan Sect." Zhang Fengfeng walked in and looked Ye Su up and down, "Are you injured?"
Ye Su shook her head: "No."
Zhang Fengfeng didn't believe it, so he reached out to grab her wrist and probed his spiritual power into her to observe, but Ye Su broke free.
"Master." Ye Su brought the topic back to the topic, "Who has come to Qianjimen to repair the formation?"
"The gate protection formation..." When Zhang Fengfeng took over, Qianji Sect was already in decline, and other major sects had long stopped interacting with Qianji Sect. "Your master once asked the leader of Wanfo Sect to repair it, but he declined. Going back further, they would probably ask someone to come and inspect it every hundred years."
He is only about two hundred years old, which is not very old in the cultivation world. He can even be considered young, belonging to the category of young people. He is not even older than Elder Hu and Yang Tan.
Zhang Fengfeng was not as clear about many things in Qianjimen’s past as he imagined.
"Does Qianji Sect have a sect history?" Ye Su asked. She had never seen it in the Collection Pavilion. Logically, a sect like Qianji Sect, which was once glorious, should have a special sect history.
Zhang Fengfeng nodded first, then shook his head: "I saw it when I was a child, but then my master passed the throne to me, and I couldn't find it anymore."
"Elder Yang took it away?" Ye Su knew that Yang Tan once wanted to be the leader of Qianji Sect.
"No, he is not interested in the history of Qianji Sect." Zhang Fengfeng said firmly. Yang Tan is not very talented and does not like reading. He prefers to imitate the masters in storybooks and pretend to be cultured. In fact, his realm is only the late Nascent Soul stage.
Yi Xuan listened for a long time but didn't understand. The two people opposite him looked solemn, as if something important had happened. He couldn't help but ask, "Master, what are you talking about?"
Ye Su turned her head and looked at him and said, "The Qianji Sect's spiritual veins are not dried up, but have been extracted and imprisoned somewhere."
Just one sentence made Yi Xuan understand the seriousness of the matter immediately.
Yi Xuan suddenly looked outside the courtyard: "Elder Hu is still here, we can ask him."
Elder Hu is Zhang Fengfeng’s uncle and should know where Zong Shi went.
"I'll go find him." Zhang Fengfeng turned around and went downstairs immediately.
Ye Su looked at Yi Xuan and said, "You go with Master."
"Okay." Yi Xuan held the Chongming sword and followed Zhang Fengfeng's steps.
Ye Su took out the formation she had drawn yesterday from her Qiankun bag. It was not complete, and she still needed to sort it out carefully before she could understand the gate-protecting formation.
At this time, the door behind her opened and You Fushi walked out slowly. He was awakened by the noise outside the courtyard and realized that Ye Su had come.
"Where have you been?" You Fushi got up twice today, but didn't see her, so he just continued to sleep.
"The back mountain." Ye Su picked up the paper on the steps next to her and put it on the other side, and at the same time pulled the hem of her clothes to pad it there.
You Fushi sat down very naturally, turned his head and stared at Ye Su's face: "What's wrong with you?"
"It's okay." Ye Su pulled out a piece of paper from the manuscript and prepared to look down at it.
You Fushi moved closer, their faces almost touching. He lowered his eyes slightly, his long black eyelashes casting a shadow on his nose. He sniffed gently, then raised his eyes and said seriously, "The smell of blood."
Ye Su leaned back and pushed the person away: "Yeah."
She performed a cleaning technique herself to remove all the blood stains from her hands and mouth.
You Fushi held his chin with one hand, stared at Ye Su for a moment and asked, "Are you injured?"
"It's just a minor injury, no problem." Ye Su replied casually.
"Look." You Fushi suddenly pointed a finger at Ye Su.
"What?" Ye Su asked patiently.
Then You Fushi put his cut fingertip into Ye Su's mouth, and blood dripped in instantly.
Ye Su was completely unprepared for You Fushi and never expected that he would do such a thing. By the time she reacted and tried to pull his hand away, it was already too late.
—The drop of blood has melted in the mouth.
"You Fushi." Ye Su's expression showed anger and he called his name coldly.
You Fushi put his scratched finger in front of her confidently: "I'm injured."
The eldest sister was so choked up that she couldn't breathe, so she had to accept her fate and hold his hand, using her spiritual power to heal his wounds.
That drop of blood had a remarkable effect. After it dissolved in the mouth, tremendous power instantly rose up from the soul. The turbulent sea of consciousness was suppressed, and the intense pain of severing the sea of consciousness was also soothed.
One can even vaguely feel the loosening of the realm.
However, Ye Su frowned more and more and released his fingers: "Don't take your own blood casually again."
Compared to the Xuanyin body which only improves the effectiveness of magic weapons, this blood is too powerful. It will not be a good thing if someone targets it.
"Not given to anyone else." You Fushi muttered softly, not understanding why this mortal was so angry for no reason.
Ye Su looked at his junior brother and sighed in his heart.
At the foot of the mountain, Zhang Fengfeng found Elder Hu and asked about Zong Shi's whereabouts.
"Why do you think of asking about the history of the sect right after you come back?" Elder Hu was surprised, "I have been the head of the sect for so long, and I have never seen you ask about it."
Zhang Fengfeng: “…” He could say that he didn’t want to see too much of the glorious past and feel even more sad, so he didn’t ask about the clan history.
"It's not in Qianji Sect." Elder Hu said as he watered a pot of dry branches by the window.
"Uncle Master, do you know where it is?" Zhang Fengfeng asked anxiously.
Elder Hu nodded: "I remember it was Fan Yangshui who took it away."
Fan Yangshui is now a disciple of Zhanjin Sect. Not only did she join Zhanjin Sect, she also took Yifeng’s disciples away from Qianji Sect.
"Why did she take Zong Shi away?" Zhang Fengfeng was worried and was thinking about how to get him back.
Elder Hu put down the watering can, looked at Zhang Fengfeng, then glanced at Yi Xuan behind him, and waved at the two of them, motioning them to come over.
Seeing this, the two of them slowly moved over.
"Fan Yangshui said that he would take his disciples to Zhanjin Sect, occupy the quota of each of their peaks, work hard to become deacons and elders, and strive for the position of sect master in the future. In the end, he would take off the Zhanjin Sect and replace it with the Qianji Sect's sign." Elder Hu lowered his voice and said, "The sect historian will take him with him and observe him regularly. He is a hope."
Zhang Fengfeng, Yi Xuan: "..."
I have to say, Zhang Fengfeng believed it a little.
Among all the disciples of Zhanjin Sect who were previously on the Hundred Green List, excluding the two direct descendants, at least three-fifths of the disciples who were on the list were once members of Qianji Sect.
Five hundred years ago, the spiritual veins of Qianji Sect were completely dried up. Zhan Jinzong kept making changes in an attempt to cut off all chances of survival for Qianji Sect. He also wanted to take advantage of the talents of Qianji Sect's disciples, so he privately lobbied for a split all day long.
The Qianji Sect was overwhelmed with defense, and finally Fan Yangshui took the disciples of one peak and left. When they entered the Zhanjin Sect, all the disciples were suppressed and dispersed to other peaks, isolating her and not giving her too many resources.
Zhanjin Sect just wants to suppress these Qianjimen people and does not want to give them any resources at all. It is just that he feels more at ease keeping them under his nose.
Even so, there are still quite a number of people who were once disciples of Qianji Sect and who rely on the meager resources of Zhanjin Sect to surpass the disciples of this sect.
These disciples who joined in the middle made the Zhanjin Sect more famous with their skills in refining weapons, which gradually made the people of the Zhanjin Sect relax their vigilance.
Fan Yangshui has now risen to the position of elder, and among the deacons there are many former disciples of Qianji Sect. Once they become elders in the future, their number will be considerable, and the right to speak will be quietly transferred to them.
However, before Fan Yangshui and his team could show their skills many years later, Qianji Sect suddenly showed signs of revival.
After listening to Elder Hu's words, Zhang Fengfeng walked back in a daze. He didn't know how to digest the news he heard every day.
"What do you want the clan history for?" Elder Hu chased out and asked.
"You will know when the time comes, Master." Zhang Fengfeng said.
…
When the two returned to the disciples' courtyard of Jiuxuan Peak, Ye Su sat on the steps with her eyes closed in meditation, and You Fushi was beside her, touching her hands here and the manuscripts there.
Zhang Fengfeng thought Ye Su had an epiphany, so he waved to You Fushi and tried to quietly call him over: "Fushi, Fushi, don't lean on your senior sister's shoulder."
You Fushi just glanced at Zhang Fengfeng, then lowered his eyes and fiddled with Ye Su's hand, comparing their sizes.
Instead, Ye Su was awakened by her master's voice. She opened her eyes and asked, "Master, what did Elder Hu say?"
Zhang Fengfeng was stunned: "You are not having an epiphany?"
"I'm resting." Ye Su said, "Is Zong Shi's whereabouts known?"
"In the Zhanjin Sect." Zhang Fengfeng roughly repeated what Elder Hu said.
"That Elder Fan?" Ye Su thought thoughtfully.
"Have you seen her?" Zhang Fengfeng asked.
Ye Su nodded: "I saw it once in Kunlun."
At that time, Ye Su was observing the leader of the Zhanjin Sect and his two direct disciples, and met Fan Yangshui by chance. She paid more attention to her because the other party's hand joints were very thick, a typical result of excessive refining of magic tools and failure to recover in time.
He doesn't fit in with the other members of the Zhanjin Sect.
"I'll go ask her for the clan history." Yi Xuan suddenly said.
Seeing that everyone in the courtyard was looking over, Yi Xuan said to Ye Su seriously: "You still have things to do. It is inconvenient for the master to go. The situation is unstable now, so it is most appropriate for me to go."
With the invasion of the demon army, weapon refiners are not as safe as sword cultivators.
Ye Su thought about it, turned to You Fushi and asked for the Wanjingtong scroll, and handed it to Yi Xuan: "Take this with you, don't go directly to kill Jin Zongyao."
"I know." Yi Xuan opened the scroll of Wanjingtong and disappeared in the courtyard in an instant.