Yan Xiaotang ignored the long sword at his throat, and just looked at Su Baiyi in the iron cage with curiosity, saying to himself: "It's amazing. Rather than saying that he is possessed, it's better to say that this is the real him now."
Nangong Xier gently raised the sword: "What nonsense are you talking about."
"His name is Yan Xiaotang, formerly known as Tang Xiaoyan. He was one of the most outstanding disciples of the Tang Sect back then. When he was in the Tang Sect, he was in the Huisheng Sect and cured many people in the Tang Sect who had gone astray." A voice suddenly came from behind them. Nangong Xier raised her head and saw a man in gold clothes slowly walking towards them.
"Don't ask." Nangong Xier said angrily, "What are your intentions?"
"Miss Nangong, the city lord has no ill intentions." Zhao Xia Qiu walked beside Mo Wen and said in a deep voice.
Nangong Xier raised her sword towards Zhao Xiaqiu again: "My junior brother and I chose to believe you, but you actually deceived us."
Zhao Xiaqiu shook her head: "Miss Nangong misunderstood."
"I misunderstood you." Nangong Xier swung a sword at Zhao Xiaqiu. Zhao Xiaqiu frowned slightly and dodged the sword energy. Nangong Xier immediately retreated to the side of the iron cage and swung a sword at the iron cage. But there was only a "clang" sound, and only a white mark was left on the iron cage. The Lover Sword was also one of the wonders in the world, but it could not cause any damage to the iron cage.
"This cage is made of black iron. It cost me a lot of gold. How can it be broken by just a punch or a sword?" Mo Wen said with a smile, and walked slowly to Nangong Xier's side. "Miss Nangong, please be patient."
With a "bang", Su Baiyi punched the cage, and the iron rod made of black iron actually protruded outwards.
Mo Wen was stunned, looked down at the iron rod, and sighed: "In terms of strength alone, I am not as good as he is now."
"Hah!" Su Baiyi bared his teeth and shouted at Mo Wen.
"Miss Nangong may not believe it, but I also saw people as possessed as Master Su in the past, and I almost died at their hands." Mo Wen patted the iron railing, "That was a nightmare in my life."
Nangong Xier pointed her sword at Mo Wen and asked, "What is the relationship between those people and Su Baiyi?"
"They all practiced the same martial arts." Mo Wen replied.
"The Immortal's Book?" Nangong Xier asked in confusion.
"Yes, the Book of Immortals." Mo Wen nodded.
"Since practicing the Immortal Book will turn you into a half-human, half-ghost appearance, then why do all the major sects want to obtain it so much?" Nangong Xier frowned.
"Because there are four people among them, who are the leaders of these people. They are dressed in white, stepping on clouds and mist, with handsome faces like jade and clear voices like the moon. Their wisdom far exceeds that of ordinary people, their conversation is excellent, and they claim to be more than two hundred years old." Mo Wen said slowly.
"Are you talking about - immortals?" Nangong Xier thought for a moment and replied.
Mo Wen walked slowly around the iron cage, looking at the grinning Su Baiyi inside. "Back then, on the shore of the South China Sea, between the clouds and mist, an island that had never appeared before suddenly appeared. The island was covered with lush vegetation, and there were skylarks flying around in the sky, making it look like a fairyland. At first, people thought it was just a mirage, but the island got closer and closer. Finally, one day, the island was close to the shore. The people I mentioned walked down from it. Their white clothes were like snow, their faces were like the bright moon, and they were exactly like the immortals in the painting. The people on the shore of the South China Sea thought that the immortals had arrived, and they all knelt down to worship them. And those people called themselves visitors from Yingzhou."
"Yingzhou? One of the five legendary fairy mountains?" asked Nangong Xier.
"Yes. But the immortals' stories are believed by the cultivators, but we the jianghu people don't believe them. When we heard these rumors, we just thought that some jianghu swindlers were playing some tricks on the shore of the South China Sea. But it was not until later that the power of Yingzhou expanded little by little from the shore of the South China Sea that we realized that something was wrong. The immortals in the legend should have pity on the world, but these visitors from Yingzhou seem noble and elegant, but in fact they are cold-blooded and cruel. Anyone who does not obey their orders will be killed. Su Han was the first person to realize how terrible these visitors from Yingzhou are. He secretly summoned the elite masters of various sects and went to the shore of the South China Sea."
"Alliance of Weilong?" Nangong Xier was already sweating profusely. She felt that Mo Wen was telling her a terrible truth in his understatement.
"It was the Weilong Alliance, but it was different from what is being said now. The alliance was extremely secretive at the time. The first reason was that it involved ghosts and gods, and they were afraid of causing chaos in the world. The second reason was that they were afraid of alerting the enemy. But those immortals were far more terrifying than we imagined. Except for Su Han, who was the best in the world, and the sword immortal, the old city lord of Jimo, none of us could match those four immortals, and I was not even a match for those insane monsters." Mo Wen pointed at Su Baiyi, "There are dozens of such monsters."
“But isn’t the Weilong Alliance an alliance to conquer the Demon Sect?” Nangong Xier’s face was gloomy.
Mo Wen curled his lips and continued, "We were considered good players from all the major sects at that time, but we were defeated in one battle. After that, Su Han wrote a letter and sent people to invite the Confucian Sage of the Academy, the Taoist Master of the Tianshi Mansion, and the leader of the Tianmen Holy Sect, Nangong Yunhuo, to come to help. The Tianmen Holy Sect where Nangong Yunhuo was located was not far from the coast of the South China Sea, so he brought all the elite soldiers with him. If it weren't for them, we would probably have been the losers in that war. Yan Xiaotang, can you see clearly from such a distance? Do you want to get closer?"
"It's almost done." Yan Xiaotang waved his hand, and a silver needle flew out of his hand, scratched Su Baiyi's cheek and nailed to the pillar. He took out a small wooden cup from his arms and handed it to Zhao Xiaqiu, "Help me remove the needle."
Nangong Xier glanced at Yan Xiaotang outside the house, then looked at Mo Wen: "And then?"
"Don't be impatient. The story will eventually end. You will have a long time in Demon City." Mo Wen gently pressed down the sword in Nangong Xier's hand, "We can talk slowly."
"Why are you telling me this?" Nangong Xier said in a trembling voice.
"Because I do all kinds of evil in Demon City." Mo Wen said something somewhat inexplicable.
"I don't understand." Nangong Xier shook her head.
"Shanglin Palace believes that all stories are the best for the world as they are now." Mo Wen turned and walked out of the house. "I don't need this kindness, so the stories here are the ones you heard. Master Su is tired, let him have a good sleep."
"As ordered by the city lord." Yan Xiaotang threw a bullet into the iron cage, and the smoke spread. When it dispersed again, Su Baiyi had fallen asleep in it. Zhao Xiaqiu walked to the side of the house, pulled an iron chain, and pulled up the cage. Nangong Xier hurriedly walked in, sniffed Su Baiyi's breath, and found that he was really just asleep.