Not long after, Nan Tiandu, Zhu Sijia and others also rushed back, and Ziyunfeng who gathered in Yechuan was indignant.
"This fire happened by such a coincidence, how could it be caused by people from the Xuanding Sect?"
"That's right, where are the murderers of Xuanding Sect, all dead? How come it's such a coincidence? Senior brother, investigate, we must investigate strictly. Let's write to the Great Elder together to get to the bottom of it!"
…
Fatty and others agreed in unison that the fire was too strange and too coincidental. Jin Zhikun, the master of the alchemy hall, was nowhere to be seen, Aesop was burned to death in the fire, and the clues were suddenly cut off.
"Jiajia, what do you think?" Ye Chuan asked.
"Elder brother, you make up your mind." Zhu Sijia replied. She was secretly angry with Ye Chuan, angry with him for being heartless, angry with him for being with that woman Liu Hong, but she still understood the truth in this situation and let Ye Chuan Call the shots.
"Tiandu, where are you?" Ye Chuan asked the calm Nan Tiandu.
"Everything will be subject to senior brother's arrangements." Nan Tiandu replied, cherishing every word like gold.
His words were not flattering, and he never flattered anyone. He was aloof and indifferent, and he only obeyed Ye Chuan in his life. After the competition, I admired Ye Chuan as a senior brother even more. In terms of cultivation, he may not be Ye Chuan's opponent, but in terms of strategy, he is even more willing to be defeated.
"Yes, Senior Brother, you make up your mind, we all listen to you. Investigate, investigate strictly, get to the bottom of it!" Fatty Zhao Dazhi was indignant.
Ye Chuan smiled and glanced at Fatty, "Fatty, what are you in a hurry for? I didn't ask you."
"Well… "
The fat man's face suddenly turned as red as a red apple. Looking at his sarcastic look, people snickered.
"Okay, everyone, be quiet."
Ye Chuan slowly glanced at everyone, paused, and said calmly: "From tomorrow on, just do whatever you have to do and forget about this fire. It will be getting light soon, let it all disperse."
"Elder brother..." Zhu Sijia and Fatty said in unison, anxious.
"Don't you all listen to me? Why are you disobeying me so quickly?"
Ye Chuan glanced at Zhu Sijia with a half-smile but not a smile. The latter's face turned red. He felt that there was something in his words. He remembered Ye Chuan's usual mantra of spanking if he disobeyed. "Yes, once Aesop dies, the clue will be broken, but the real It’s not us who are anxious, but the instigator behind the scenes. As the sect is gradually reviving, there is not much time left for him. The great elder has guarded the sect for many years, how can he be a vegetarian? Don’t worry, now, what we have to do It’s about practicing hard and improving your own cultivation. Let’s go, let’s all disperse.”
"yes!"
"Elder brother, farewell!"
People thought about it and realized that what Ye Chuan said was indeed true, so they all left. Ye Chuan was the only one left in the huge Ziyun Courtyard, with the Flame Demon guarding the door. After careful consideration, Ye Chuan did not take the Horned Demon Nagus back to the Yunwu Sect, but let him go to the back mountain. Unlike the Balrog, the Horned Demon Nagus is an out-and-out big demon. It is not suitable to show his face easily until he has mastered the Nine Transformations Demon Art to perfection.
"What a cunning guy. This game is getting more and more interesting!"
Ye Chuan climbed to the top of Ziyun Peak and looked at the peaceful sect under the starry sky. Then he sat down cross-legged and held out the green lotus lantern. The soul shot out into the sky, circled around Ziyun Peak, and flew away on the dark wind.
On the foggy ridge, the second elder Nangong Ren, who was still aggrieved just now, carefully took care of a dragon-backed bamboo like a normal person;
Qingxiu Peak, in the Qingxiu Courtyard, Zhu Sijia, who had just returned from flying swords, did not feel sleepy at all. She took off her coat, wearing only thin underwear, and walked around angrily with her long slender legs. The figure was too hot and he wore too few clothes, making Ye Chuan embarrassed to look any further.
I'm sorry, but Ye Chuan's soul still stayed in Qingxiu Villa for a long time. Then, he turned a corner at Qingxiu Peak and headed towards the famous Baihu Mountain in the sect.
Baihu Mountain is shaped like a tiger lying in the sect. It is majestic and heavily guarded. It is the resting place of the third elder Baiyanhu.
Ye Chuan was cautious, his soul riding the erratic wind, evading Baihu Mountain's detection array and patrolling guards, and sneaked into Baihu Mountain quietly.
After the great competition, Ye Chuan himself became famous, and the Yunwu Sect, which had been suppressed for many years, was also proud and elated. After years of bad luck and bad luck, all the disciples of the sect vowed to practice hard and plant the seeds of revival. The master of the alchemy hall, Jin Zhikun, died, and his direct disciple Aesop also died. The third elder lost his right and left arm due to misfortune. Although the ruthless killing of Aesop cut off the clues, it also aroused the suspicion of the first elder. Now, the situation is becoming increasingly unfavorable for the third elder. He is walking on thin ice within the sect, and there is not much time left for him.
Ye Chuan was not in a hurry and waited for the third elder Bai Yanhu to reveal his flaws. However, proper probing was still needed. Only by knowing oneself and the enemy could one be victorious in every battle.
It was almost dawn, but the lights were still on in the White Tiger Hall.
Outside the door, stood a group of fierce guards, all of whom were among the best in cultivation, but each of them looked terrified, with their mouths tightly closed and not daring to speak out.
Inside the door, the solemn White Tiger Hall was quiet, with burning torches hanging on the walls, but the air was cold. The third elder, Bai Yanhu, sat above the main hall, his thin body motionless, his face sinister and pale, and his whole body was cold and without a trace of blood, like a ghost crawling out of the tomb.
Ye Chuan's spirit floated under the eaves of the White Tiger Hall and remained motionless, trying his best to contain the fluctuations of his spirit.
Compared with Jin Zhikun, the master of the alchemy hall who specializes in cultivating the body of the Yang God, the third elder Bai Yanhu is a completely different type of practitioner, specializing in cultivating the soul. From the looks of it, it is still an extremely cruel and vicious evil technique, and it looks completely different in front of people and behind people. In front of people, the smiling harmless person returned to the White Tiger Hall and immediately revealed his true form. Just the cold aura emanating from his body made people shudder.
Ye Chuan was so experienced that he could detect the danger of the third elder Bai Yanhu at a glance.
Cultivators who specialize in cultivating the body of the Yang God are very strong, their bodies are invulnerable, and their blood and energy are billowing throughout their bodies. Masters who specialize in cultivating the soul are less physically abnormal, but are often more dangerous and elusive, and have many unknown methods. If your soul accidentally falls into the hands of such a person, you will really have to live or die.
Third Elder Bai Yanhu sat motionless for a long time before taking out a crystal ball from his arms. With his hand pinching a magic spell, a ray of ghost slowly came out and turned into a translucent shadow. Judging from the facial features and body shape, it turned out to be Aesop who died in the sky prison.
"Master, have mercy on me. Aesop was wrong. I was wrong. Master, please have mercy on me..." Aesop begged for mercy loudly, and the shadow transformed from his soul kept trembling.
His body had been burned beyond recognition by the fire, but this remnant soul was preserved by unknown means by the third elder Bai Yanhu.
"Have you completed your mission?" Third Elder Bai Yanhu asked grimly.
Aesop nodded instinctively, then shook his head, "No, I was wrong. This disciple is not doing his job well. I beg you, Master..."
"Who asked you to take the initiative in the competition?" The third elder interrupted Aesop coldly.
"Master, I..." Aesop's body trembled even more.
"Where is the master of the alchemy hall, Jin Zhikun, where is he?" the third elder asked again.
Aesop shook his head again, "I don't know, I really don't know. Master, please forgive me. This disciple will definitely..."
"There is no future. If you don't do things well and do bad things, what's the use of keeping you?"
The third elder, Bai Yanhu, was cold and emotionless. He suddenly clapped his hands, and Aesop's soul screamed in agony, and was slapped to death.
This old guy is so cruel!
Under the crows outside the door, Ye Chuan, who was accustomed to all kinds of cruel methods, couldn't help but feel shocked and his soul was slightly trembling. A direct disciple who has been trained by himself for many years. He has no family ties, but he still has some feelings. He will kill him whenever he wants, and he will just slap him to death. How cruel does this have to be
"who?"
The third elder Bai Yanhu, who was sitting above the main hall, suddenly raised his head, tapped his toes, flew out in a flash, and slapped the eaves of the roof where Ye Chuan's soul was hiding with his palm.