Yang Cheng originally wanted to leave it alone, but then he thought that since he was already here, he should at least wait a little longer anyway.
If things are really as bad as you guessed, then you can just give a warning and no longer care about what happens next.
Whether they believe it or not is none of Yang Cheng's business.
Having made up his mind, Yang Cheng checked that there was no one nearby, then began to release his spiritual sense, and carefully entered the yard to check.
With little by little exploration, Yang Cheng finally 'found' the person.
In the pavilion beside a large pond in the courtyard, three women and two men, whose cultivation levels ranged from the seventh level to the ninth level of Qi Refining, were sitting, seemingly enjoying tea and chatting.
Moreover, during the investigation, Yang Cheng also felt that the aura emanating from one of the female cultivators seemed vaguely familiar, as if she really was someone he knew.
Looking around, Yang Cheng felt that there was some trouble.
If he stayed here all the time, he would probably be regarded as someone with malicious intentions, so after thinking about it, Yang Cheng turned around and left, and finally his figure gradually disappeared.
The people in the pavilion didn't seem to notice that anyone was checking, and there were bursts of laughter from time to time, and they seemed to be in a lively conversation.
After dark, two of the female nuns immediately got up, took out lighting objects and hung them in the pavilion, then turned back to the house and added new tea and snacks.
It looked like they were going to talk all night long.
But for a cultivator, this is really a trivial matter.
With a body that is different from ordinary people and has been transformed by spiritual energy, it is not too difficult even if he does not rest for several days and nights.
But if Yang Cheng was there, he would definitely be able to recognize one of the female cultivators at a glance. It was Su Zhiyan from Qingyue Valley whom he had met once in a dilapidated temple in Suixian County, Song Dynasty.
However, Yang Cheng's cultivation at that time was lower than Su Zhiyan's, but a few years later, Yang Cheng had already surpassed Su Zhiyan's cultivation at the eighth level of Qi Refining.
Another female cultivator, whom Su Zhiyan called Fellow Daoist Yuan, seemed to be quite familiar with the things in the yard, and she vaguely regarded herself as the owner.
She looks a little younger than Su Zhiyan with every movement, but she has a stunning face.
In terms of appearance, she is even better than Su Zhiyan.
It's just that Su Zhiyan already has the style of a mature female cultivator, while that woman is still a little immature in comparison.
However, just because of her charming looks, she can already turn countless male cultivators upside down, so there is no need to add any superfluous charm.
Moreover, his cultivation level is at the ninth level of Qi Refining, which is also the highest among the people.
Among the other three people sitting there, the only female cultivator was also good-looking, but she was not the Qin Xuan that Yang Cheng knew.
The skirt has the same crescent moon mark embroidered on it as Su Zhiyan, and she is obviously a disciple of Qingyue Valley.
But the cultivation level shows that the seventh level of Qi refining is the lowest here.
The remaining two male cultivators are both at the eighth level of Qi refining.
One was wearing a mysterious robe and the other was wearing white clothes. They both looked to be in their twenties and looked handsome and unrestrained.
After Su Zhiyan and the woman surnamed Yuan put down their refreshments and sat down, the man in white spoke again. He said a few words, which soon made the three women cover their mouths and burst into laughter.
Only the man in black robe next to him saw that the three women were looking intently at the man who was speaking. His face suddenly changed in an ugly way, and he quickly covered it up by lowering his head to drink tea.
However, he didn't even look at the man in white who was talking next to him, and he seemed to have some opinions about him.
It was only because of the presence of three female nuns that the attack took a long time.
Just like that, when another hour or two passed unknowingly, the scene of the enthusiastic chat began to change, and several people seemed to be a little tired.
Except for the talkative man in white who was still talking to the stunningly beautiful woman surnamed Yuan, the other three people all leaned forward and gradually dozed off against their chairs.
The woman surnamed Yuan also leaned on the chair and put her hands on her face, listening to the man in white.
From time to time he stretched out his hand and yawned, looking sleepy.
Seeing this, the man in white stopped talking very considerately, so that the woman named Yuan could have a good rest without forcing herself.
He also opened his mouth and yawned, leaning back on the chair and closing his eyes.
As the five people fell asleep, the pavilion suddenly fell into silence.
Only the frogs and insects in the pond finally found the opportunity and began to chirp one after another.
After about one stick of incense, the five of them still kept their previous movements unchanged, and their breaths began to become gentle and long.
The man in white suddenly opened his eyes without changing his posture.
First, he looked at the three women across from him one by one carefully, then the corners of his mouth slightly curved upward, revealing a lewd smile that was disproportionate to their appearance.
He slowly turned his head and glanced disdainfully at the man in black robe beside him, with a trace of disgust in his eyes.
Then the man in white stood up, walked towards the woman named Yuan, gently stretched out a finger, and cautiously touched the woman's nose.
Immediately afterwards, the man in white took out a small jade-shaped bottle, opened the lid, and placed the jade bottle in front of the woman named Yuan for a moment.
Seeing the woman surnamed Yuan inhaling the pink smoke from the jade bottle without any struggle, her face immediately showed joy, and she seemed to be greatly relieved.
Finally, the man in white walked up to Su Zhiyan and the other female cultivator and made them inhale the pink smoke in the same way.
However, just when Su Zhiyan inhaled the pink smoke, she opened her eyes suddenly and struggled to get up.
Immediately, the man in white pointed his finger at me like lightning, and he immediately leaned softly on the chair and fell asleep again.
"Liu, what do you want to do?"
Just when the man in white put away the jade bottle and bent down to pick up Su Zhiyan, a voice suddenly sounded from behind.
It turned out to be the man in black robe who had fallen asleep before. At this time, he had stood up, raised his sword and stared at the man in white and shouted.
"What are you doing? Haven't you seen everything already!"
The man in white clothes surnamed Liu seemed to have been wary of this for a long time and did not panic at all. He turned around and looked at the man in black robes with a sinister smile on his face.
Then the man surnamed Liu slowly walked over and continued: "Don't you always dislike me in the past two days? If I were you, I would just take action. I wouldn't use it even if I give you a chance. In this case, let me give you a gift.
Let’s hit the road!”
"You..." The man in black robe suddenly felt bad after hearing this, and immediately raised his sword and stabbed the man in white.
"It's too late now!" The man surnamed Liu said with a wild smile, and with a flash of his body, he waved his hand, and a white mesh-like object was carried towards the man in black robe.
The man in black robe stabbed the air with his sword, and was immediately pierced by the white net. He was knocked upright and fell to the ground.
Then the man in white clothes surnamed Liu showed a strange smile, slapped his storage bag, and flew out a sword, intending to strike at the man in black robes. This chapter has been completed!