Hong Yi nodded slightly, his expression remained unchanged. He was about to speak when he suddenly moved his ears and heard footsteps outside. Then a woman and an old man walked into the room under the guidance of the slave in front.

"Hong Yi, you finally came back from overseas! What about the deal between us?" The woman was wearing a snow-white dress and a ribbon tied on her head, with a special exotic style. It was Murong Yan from Yunmeng Country. She had contact with the other party before Hong Yi grew up.

The old man behind her was Chi Zhuiyang, a master of Yunmeng Kingdom, named Uncle Gan, and also Murong Yan's subordinate.

Hong Yi showed a smile on his face, raised his hand and released a divine light. In the divine light was a slender jade sword. Seeing this, Murong Yan hurriedly grabbed it and directly escaped his soul into the jade sword.

Sweep! The sword energy bursts, and the jade sword exudes a sharp aura.

"This flying sword is really good. I didn't expect that the magic weapon you refined from Hong Yi can actually play the role of bleeding steel, nourishing your soul and thinking!"

After obtaining Gao Cheng's inheritance, Hong Yi has already practiced the Taoist soul, and can condense the true fire of Samadhi and refining some magic weapons, which is very easy for him.

And the magic weapon tempered with Samadhi True Fire, like the blood-bacterial steel in this world, has the effect of warming the soul. After Murong Yan discovered this, he asked Hong Yi to refine the magic weapon for her, and she paid the corresponding price.

"Hong Yi, the breath on your body gives people a pure yang feeling, not as cold as an ordinary Yin God... Have you already survived the thunder tribulation and become a ghost immortal?" Uncle Gan noticed that Hong Yi's aura was a little strange, and he couldn't help but ask.

Hearing this, Murong Yan immediately retracted her attention from the jade sword, and then her eyes fell on Hong Yi. She was a disciple of Xuantian Pavilion and had eyesight. After careful observation, she immediately found something was wrong with Hong Yi.

"Aura Pure Yang, this is the breath of the thunder tribulation ghost immortal! Hong Yi, what kind of adventure did you get? I remember when you left Yujing City and went south, you were just a warrior in the bone refining stage? After a while, you have reached such a state? You must know that the two masters of my Xuantian Pavilion and the three national masters of Yunmeng Kingdom have not reached such state?"

Murong Yan shook her head, as if she couldn't believe her eyes.

A faint smile appeared on Hong Yi's face and said, "Your eyesight is good, good. I have already mastered the innate primordial spirit, and the primordial spirit has turned into pure yang, and its strength is comparable to that of the thunder tribulation ghost immortal!"

"Pure Spirit Pure Yang? What kind of sect are you practicing? Isn't the pure Yang Shen the legendary Yang Shen? Why is there any saying that the pure Yang Shen?" Murong Yan frowned and asked in confusion.

"Hahaha, what I am practicing is the innate immortal path of the Innate Sect, which is different from the ordinary Yin Divine Thunder Tribulation. The so-called refining essence into qi, refining qi into spirit, refining spirit into emptiness, refining spirit into emptiness, and refining spirit into emptiness. The innate Sect where I am, condenses the three treasures of the essence, energy, and spirit into primordial spirit. After the 49th small thunder tribulation, I can transform the soul into pure yang. It is precisely because of this that the magic weapon I have refined can contain pure yang aura and have the function of nourishing the soul!"

As Hong Yi said, he suddenly stretched out his palm and grabbed Uncle Gan out of thin air. Swish, a palm made of vital energy roared out, and the black and white vital energy intertwined, exuding a huge pure yang aura, which was the great Yin-Yang grab that Gao Cheng had used.

Uncle Gan is already a master of martial arts at the marrow training realm, but when facing the great Yin-Yang grab, he had no room for fighting back. He watched the black and white palms take him to one side out of thin air. After a while, Uncle Gan recovered from his inactive state.

Before Hong Yi could display his physical strength, he was shocked by Uncle Gan and Murong Yan just by relying on his soul cultivation.

"Innate Sect? Why haven't you heard of this sect? Is it a sect that inherits the ancient sect? The innate Sect's primordial spirit path and the level of danger of cultivation are weaker than the thunder tribulation ghost immortal!"

Murong Yan kept thinking in her heart, then her eyes lit up and she asked, "Young Master Hong, don't you know if the Innate Sect still recruits disciples? If you recruit disciples, can I join the Innate Sect?"

"Aren't you a disciple of Xuantian Pavilion?" Hong Yi was slightly shocked and couldn't help asking.

Murong Yan showed a hint of complexity on her face and she didn't speak.

Uncle Gan sighed and said, "Mr. Hong, my lady has decided to cut off contact with Yunmeng Kingdom and Xuantian Pavilion... The elders in the family actually decided to send the lady to the Chanjunhou as a maid. If you agree to this, the lady's consequences will be worrying, so we came directly to Yujing City and prepared to settle down here temporarily!"

"So that's it! But I have to report to the master when you enter the Innate Sect! Let him agree!" Hong Yi said.

Murong Yan and Uncle Gan looked at each other. Hong Yi had already achieved the cultivation of the Thunder Tribulation Ghost Immortal, so his master must be stronger than him, and he is another Thunder Tribulation Ghost Immortal.

In the past, a martial arts master who was in the marrow training realm or a soul master who was possessed could dominate the world. However, in recent years, martial saints and ghost immortals have emerged one after another, and the original martial arts master has gradually become an ordinary person.

Naturally, the two of them could not imagine that as time passed, Hong Yi grew rapidly, and it would not take long for even the Martial Saints to emerge one by one.

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In the dark night, the cold and sad Qiuyue Temple stands among the dead trees. The wind blows and grass moves, and the cry of foxes and wild wolves comes from afar. On this cold night, the cold wind blows, and the wolf foxes roar, with a sad and gloomy aura.

Hong Yi walked slowly and walked along the path of the west mountain towards a hillside. Behind him were twenty or thirty slaves. It had been a year since he last came to the west mountain.

"A year ago, I was a scholar without any power. I was lucky enough to meet the Concubine Yuan, Mr. Bai and his master! If the master had not given me all his gifts and accepted me as his disciple, I might be trapped in the Marquis' Mansion. Look at the faces of Mrs. Zhao and those servants! And now, my body has reached the Martial Saint, and my soul has reached the level of the Thunder Tribulation Ghost Immortal. According to the innate immortal Taoism, I am now at the fourth level. I am still half a step away from the fifth level!"

Hong Yi returned to the familiar place and felt a lot of emotion in his heart. He felt sincere gratitude to his master Gao Cheng. He didn't know where his master is now.

He accelerated his pace, and there were more than 20 servants behind him, carrying wine, fruits, incense, and candles, and other things, ready to come to the side of the West Mountain to worship his mother. His mother Meng Bingyun died of vomiting blood many years ago, and she was buried desolately on the West Mountain, with only a small grave, proving that she was the existence of a saint in the Taishang Taoist Path back then.

At this time, Hong Yi suddenly stopped and saw a figure standing in front of his mother's grave. This person was the Grand Tutor of the Daqian Dynasty, Hong Xuanji, the Marquis of Wu Wen.
Chapter completed!