At Yin o'clock the next day, before it was fully light, Ye An woke up.
A caravan left, and in the early morning, another caravan rested at the inn.
There was still a lot of noise downstairs, but the difference was that the focus of the caravan's discussion had become matters related to the Ji family.
With the help of the Ji family, not only Zhongzhou, but also the rest of the four places knew about this matter.
Now, the Ji family and the temple are the focus of conversations and gossip after dinner.
Ye An has been listening to other people's gossip all year round, but he never thought that one day he would become the center of gossip.
"The Ji family has been very active recently. The challenge to the temple has been widely publicized and made public to the world. They even invited the palace masters from all directions and the temple empress to come and watch the battle with them. Tsk... I don't know what they are thinking."
"No, no no—that doesn't count as a challenge to the temple."
"That's just a letter of challenge from the eldest young master of the Ji family to the Holy Son of the Temple. Tsk, tsk, it's not so much a letter of challenge as it is a love letter made public to the world by Ji Huang."
Everyone smiled heartily, raised their glasses, and replaced the wine with tea.
After a moment, another person said: "Although the current empress has been around for thousands of years, I heard that she has a beautiful appearance and a cold and arrogant temperament, which is more touching than the master of Nanlin Jiang Palace. Unfortunately, I cannot meet her and understand the relationship between the current saint and the head of the Ji family. The young master’s feelings.”
"I also think... the body of a demigod is beyond the reach of us mortals. I don't know why many people are mocking His Majesty today. Hey, at least we are safe and sound in Zhongzhou, thanks to His Majesty's gift."
They raised their glasses again and the tea poured out like wine.
Ye An, who had lost his aura after the disguise, quietly checked out of the room and ordered some refreshments for breakfast.
In fact, he was still curious about the conversation between the caravans.
"Speaking of which, brother, has the Holy Son accepted the challenge?"
"Of course - it's a battle involving dignity and love. Can the Holy Son refuse to fight? I think that since Her Majesty the Empress is in love with the Holy Son, she must use this opportunity to sever ties with the Ji family."
"But... if this is the case, I'm afraid the Holy Son is far from a match for the eldest young master of the Ji family."
"How do you know that Her Majesty the Empress will not teach the Holy Son some secret techniques?"
"How do you know that the eldest young master of the Ji family has no other trump cards?"
"The temple governs the world with divine magic and the laws of heaven, and it has existed to this day. Your Majesty will definitely teach the Holy Son some divine magic. The power of divine magic is very powerful and cannot be resisted by anyone."
"But the eldest young master of the Ji family has the Xuanyuan Divine Sword in his hand. It is rumored that it is the sword of the ancient god Huangdi. Its quality has surpassed the heavenly level. One sword can cut through the stars and the sea. How can it be resisted by divine magic?"
Suddenly, the atmosphere inside and outside the store was filled with joy, excitement and anxiety.
Ye Jing ate her tea quietly.
But the topic of those caravans... was obviously off topic.
Those people soon started arguing, and although it was half-joking, it was at least half serious.
As a result, the situation quickly evolved into betting.
Some people bet that he would win, while more people bet that Ji Huang would win. This is nothing, after all, the age gap is almost equal to the gap in cultivation level.
Ye An listened to their argument for a long time before he understood two words... rice circle rivalry and gambler.
He sighed heavily, paid for the tea, drank the last tea in the cup, and was about to leave.
Once again, I heard one of them talking excitedly.
"What does Huangdi's Xuanyuan Sword do? The Huangdi mastered the Fangzhongshu technique back then. According to rumors, there is also a method of practicing Fangzhongshu among the divine arts. When Her Majesty the Empress and the current Saint Son practice this technique, their divine power will be greatly increased. And what about your Xuanyuan Sword and the Ji family?"
The magic in the room among magical arts
Plop—
Ye An immediately choked and spit out tea, with black lines covering his face.
"Eh? Brother, are you okay?"
One of the strong men in the caravan noticed Ye An and couldn't help but ask.
Because of his disguise and concealment of aura, no one present realized that he was the Holy Son.
Ye An waved his hand and said: "It's nothing, I got choked."
The strong man laughed loudly, clenched his hands into fists, hammered Ye An's chest, and said: "It's really strange. I couldn't believe it before, that there are people like you in Zhongzhou who have never practiced cultivation."
There was no malice in his words, and Ye An smiled kindly.
The strong man continued: "We are going to the Mortal Night Market this time, which is not far away. We will go back to Nanlin in a few days. Where are you going, little brother? How about I give you a ride?"
Ye An declined his kindness and said, "Thank you, brother. But I won't bother you if someone comes to pick me up."
The strong man smiled and said: "It seems he is a rich young man. Okay, don't disturb me."
After he left, Ye An also walked out of the inn and used the teleportation talisman to go to the next place.
There are a total of eight remaining Heavenly Tribulation Formations.
To complete it within the last two days, it means that the efficiency must be doubled, and four formations must be completed in one day.
Fortunately, Ye An already had a general understanding of the Heavenly Tribulation Formation. It was still early in the day, so he started to take action immediately.
The jade tube is broken, and the divine power is dispersed.
The golden light gathered into soft lines, and with Ye An's finger pointing movements, it circled and interlocked into a formation bit by bit.
…
Dongyue Sea of Tranquility, among the underground altars of ancient countries.
Mu Qingxue crossed the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood and came to the altar.
There are also spiral stairs here, and now, she is still on the first floor underground and has not yet penetrated deep into it.
The appearance of the altar is similar to that in the tower. There is a stone platform on the altar.
You can't tell much from this alone, but what's different from the tower is that there is an additional mark of the Zhongzhou Seal.
On the side, scrolls stained with blood were piled up randomly.
Mu Qingxue hesitated for a moment, then took it out and opened it.
"Caravan manifest."
"On the eighteenth day of the first lunar month of the year 2119, the cargo list: Twenty people received it, ten of them were death row prisoners in the West Desert, three were from Dongyue, and the remaining seven were all from Beisheng."
"February 18th, cargo list: Fifteen people received it, all of whom are on death row in the Western Desert."
"June 13th, cargo list: thirty-two people, ten of whom are on death row in the West Desert, five of whom are from Dongyue..."
“…”
“…”
Mu Qingxue read the words in the scroll and muttered.
The Qili calendar year 2129 described above is nearly a hundred years different from today.
Therefore, the words on the scroll were blurred and the blood stained on them had already turned black.
It's just that the "person" written on the receipt of the goods is used for what purpose, but it is intriguing.
Mu Qingxue put away the scroll, already guessing in her mind that the corpses piled up around her must be the people in the manifest. She only knew that the people in the manifest would inevitably die, but she didn't know why.
Deep in front, there is a spiral staircase that leads to the second underground level.
Walking down the stairs, you will find a wider hall on the second underground floor.