I’m Not An Immortal

Chapter 103: Lurking

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As the meeting with Zuo Sanqian got closer, Kunwu became busier with preparations.

And the entire Central Region was gradually reaching the brink of boiling.

Not only did the cultivators from the Central Region rush towards Kunwu, but many cultivators from the Southern and Northern Regions also quietly came in to join in the fun.

At this time, at the West Sea.

In the square where the Nine-Layered Heaven Monument stood, one could see a crowd of people constantly entering and exiting the teleportation array.

A teleportation array near the Nine-Layered Heaven Monument suddenly lit up.

A figure in a black golden robe suddenly appeared in the formation that was originally empty.

Qu Zhengfeng looked at the familiar scene in front of him, his expression not changing at all.

I finally calculated the time correctly and got back before Zuo Sanqian's meeting.

If he remembered correctly, his unreliable master had made a deal with Longmen and gambled all his belongings...

It’s so lively, I have to go and see it.

The next step should be to go to Kunwu and tell Zhenren Hengxu the truth about Xie Buchen's actions.

His gaze swept across the distant West Sea, where only the faint shadow of Dengtian Island and the Wen Dao Monument that had been eroded by the sea were visible...

And the Nine-Layered Heaven Monument nearby.

The first name on the Ninth Heaven Monument is "Master Yin Yue", which was a name from many years ago. Once a cultivator's name is on the Ninth Heaven Monument, it will only disappear if he is surpassed or defeated by a cultivator of the same realm. If a cultivator dies after being listed, or if he reaches a higher realm after being listed, his name will remain on the Ninth Heaven Monument.

Therefore, even though their names were written on the Ninth Heaven Monument, no one knew whether they were alive or dead.

Because Qu Zhengfeng didn't know whether the person with the highest cultivation level in the entire 19th continent had reached the ninth level of the Tongtian realm.

He looked down, and when he saw his name on the Fourth Heaven Monument, only one thought came to his mind: After so many years, no one in Kunwu could surpass him.

A strange smile.

It's a pity that he has been here for too long, and it's time to let someone new take his place.

As for him…

Returning his gaze to the Seventh Heaven Monument, Qu Zhengfeng saw the first person on the Fifth Heaven Monument: Fudao Shanren.

"… "

I almost forgot that Master’s cultivation had fallen to the out-of-body realm, which should be the fifth level.

But he is the first person to have an out-of-body experience...

If Qu Zhengfeng remembered correctly, Fudaoshanren was already in the late stage of out-of-body experience.

He shook his head slightly, his eyes dimmed and he looked away.

The second heaven monument.

At that moment, his pupils shrank slightly, but the smile on his lips did not diminish. He only raised his eyebrows slightly and whispered: "This cheap life is really hard enough..."

Thank you, Buchen.

These three words were firmly engraved on the top of the Heavenly Monument.

No one covered it.

This means that at this moment, Xie Buchen is still the number one person on the second level of the monument, and he is not dead yet. Because if he died, Zhou Chengjiang's name would automatically appear.

"I accidentally fulfilled my junior sister's wish..."

Qu Zhengfeng flicked his sleeves, turned and walked towards another teleportation array, and for some reason he laughed.

It's probably a coincidence.

If one slap doesn't kill him, maybe two slaps will be needed next time.

And at that time...

He can be carefree.

As for whether what I did would arouse suspicion...

Qu Zhengfeng was not worried.

The hidden world of Qingfeng Temple has experienced another round of shocks, and it cannot be explored unless one is at the Nascent Soul stage or below. By the time Kunwu’s people find out the truth about his conspiracy, he will have done almost everything he should do. What difference will it make whether he is investigated or not at that time

The teleportation array lit up and then went out.

Qu Zhengfeng's figure has disappeared in the square.

Shortly after his figure disappeared, another figure in a green Taoist robe appeared in the teleportation array next to him.

Kunwu Zhao Zhuo.

The moment he appeared, he frowned slightly and looked at the teleportation array not far to his left with some sense of perception. Was there any acquaintance who passed by here just now

Why do I suddenly feel palpitations

Zhao Zhuo frowned and looked up at the Nine-Layered Heaven Monument.

On the second heaven monument, Junior Brother Xie's name was still there, so he should not be dead yet. Then, his eyes moved to the fourth heaven monument, Yuanying, Qu Zhengfeng.

I'm tired of seeing this guy's name.

Zhao Zhuo only felt that even if he broke through the Nascent Soul stage first and reached the Out-of-Body stage, he might not be able to surpass Qu Zhengfeng on the Nine-Layered Heaven Monument. Combat power and cultivation have always been two different things.

Abnormally strong.

Speaking of which…

He suddenly remembered the purpose of his trip, and his thoughts became complicated.

I hope the situation won’t be the worst and that Junior Brother Xie can hold on until he arrives.

Coming out of the original formation, Zhao Zhuo stood in the formation on the left, and soon his figure disappeared.

There are very few monks on the Thirteen Islands of the Immortal Road.

Now almost everyone is gathering towards Kunwu in the Central Region, and few people are left at sea.

This grand event disappeared without a trace once it crossed the sea.

An isolated island on earth, in the hidden world of Qingfeng Temple, on the vast Gobi Desert, rocks piled up into a small hill.

On the pale rocks, you can vaguely see traces of dried blood.

At the bottom of this rocky mountain, there was a corner of a dark blue sleeve. The coiled pattern had a scent of books, and at this moment, half of it was stained with blood.

A hand so pale that it looked bloodless, with a few originally slender and strong fingers sticking out from the bloodstained sleeve, and the transparent nails were neatly trimmed.

The wind blew, and countless yellow sands scattered onto the rocks, like the sound of rain falling.

It seemed like the rain I heard a long, long time ago.

Under the window, in the bamboo forest, there is a scholar obsessed with books.

The lights flickered.

A simple silver hairpin was stretched out and lifted up the wick buried in the lamp oil. The darkness in the room was immediately dispelled, illuminating the shy and timid face.

The sound of rain...

The sound of rain tapping on his window.

A finger buried under the rocks suddenly moved.

Stronger winds blew, and more sand flew in, instantly covering all traces of the blood.

Disappear without a trace.