Hearing Tianyou Xiaotong's unanimous answer, Lin Mingyuan was not surprised. He met the two children in Qingyuan City, and they must have a lot of cares and memories here.
Lin Mingyuan didn't want to interfere too much. The best option was to let the two of them face the past alone, so that they could grow more.
"Okay, go ahead. Remember, your own safety is the top priority."
Lin Mingyuan gave a few instructions, and the two of them smiled happily after hearing the leader's approval. They indeed have many things they want to do and people they want to see in Qingyuan City. Now that they have made some progress in cultivation, they finally have the opportunity to return to their hometown.
Watching the two people leaving, Du Pangpang still muttered worriedly.
"Senior Brother Lin, isn't it dangerous to let them go down the mountain by themselves..."
Du Pangpang's worry is certain. After all, the Qingyun Mountain Range is no longer what it used to be. Demon monks have appeared one after another these days, and every city is now heavily guarded.
"It doesn't matter, I have left divine marks on Tianyou and Xiaotong. Even if there is danger, I will know it immediately."
There was expectation in Lin Mingyuan's eyes. The two of them were the best disciples in the Qingyun Sect. In this troubled world, they must grow up as quickly as possible in order to become the pillars of the sect.
As for the danger?
Since you have chosen the path of cultivation, you will have to face crises all the time, and there is no benefit in being blindly under your own protection.
The Qingyun Mountains have been calm in the past few months, but Lin Mingyuan smells a hint of the impending rain, like the calm before the storm, with a dark cloud always weighing on his heart.
The center of Wanling Continent, Shushan Sword Sect.
Shushan is still as majestic and domineering as ever, but if you look carefully, you will find that there is a hint of disobedience in it.
Inside the sect's main hall.
Xing Wudao closed his eyes and rested his mind, sitting on the throne of the sect leader. Below him were Zhao Gao and other elders. They looked at Xing Wudao with fearful eyes, and their postures were very low.
"Elder Zhao, how is my junior brother doing now?"
Xing Wudao's voice was very calm, but all the elders present could not help but tremble all over. After a while, only Zhao Gao stepped forward and reported in a low voice.
"Returning to the leader, the Shushan traitor Ji Dian has been beaten into the Demon Locking Tower since he was subdued by the Supreme Elder, and was completely suppressed!"
Zhao Gao's voice was trembling. He had witnessed the battle a few days ago with his own eyes. After Ji Dian returned to the Shushan Sword Sect, he went straight to Xing Wudao. The two sides started fighting without saying a few words.
Ji Dian's swordsmanship is superb and profound. Xing Wudao is no match for him. However, just when he was about to lose, several peerless strong men suddenly walked out from the back mountain of Shu Mountain. They were all old monsters hidden in the sect. One of them
An old man made a strong move and fought with Ji Dian for three days and three nights. After that, he suppressed him with force, and there was no trace of him after that.
"Well, it's time to teach him a lesson, otherwise we will think that we have no one in Shushan."
A smile appeared on Xing Wudao's face. The Supreme Elder who took action was the master of his lineage. He expected Fang Ji Dian, but what surprised everyone in Shushan was that the other two Supreme Elders were just
Looking on with cold eyes, even the master who favored Lin Shanhe in the past seemed to have lost his soul at this time. He just obeyed the orders and did not say a word to Ji Dian.
Everyone here knows that the entire Shushan has now become Xing Wudao's one-word hall. With the Taishang Elder as his backing, no one dares to go against him. Some elders who had resentments and came out to resist disappeared without a trace the next day. See
With this kind of consequences, the remaining people can only swallow their anger.
In the past few days, monks from the Xing Wudao lineage have ascended to heaven and have basically monopolized all resources and affairs in the entire Shu Mountain. The disciples have complained and suppressed disciples from other factions from time to time. The entire Shu Mountain has lost its former vitality.
"Master, listen to what Ji Dian said, Lin Mingyuan, this little scoundrel, seems to have established some sort of sect in the Qingyun Mountains. Do you want me to go..."
Zhao Gao asked tentatively and made a cryptic gesture of wiping his neck. He was very disgusted with the people of Lin Shanhe's lineage and wished to die. At this time, he heard that Lin Mingyuan was living a pleasant life at the border, and he couldn't help feeling worried.
A murderous intention.
The last time was because Powang Immortal Palace and Foyin Temple let him off the hook, but now Ji Dian has been suppressed, and no one can save Lin Mingyuan anymore. This is the best time to take revenge!
"I have other arrangements for this matter. I have already sent the inner disciples to the Qingyun Mountains."
Xing Wudao said lightly, but there was a secret hint of murderous intent in his eyes.
"Inner disciple, could it be him?"
Zhao Gao felt happy and wanted to ask again, but was interrupted by Xing Wudao's eyes.
"That little devil was just an ant, and he was killed casually. The most important thing for us now is to find a carrier for the Supreme Elder's magical power. When the magical power is completed, the ranking of these seven immortal sects should also be changed.
"
Xing Wudao's voice seemed to have evil magic power. After hearing this sentence, the underground elders all showed expectant eyes. The Shushan Sword Sect has been ranked at the bottom among the seven immortal sects for a long time. Now that it has the power to turn around, they are all looking forward to it.
However, some Shushan old men still had a hint of fear in their eyes.
They smelled something from the clues of what happened recently, but they were so quiet that they could only protect themselves and did not dare to resist Xing Wudao.
Even Ji Dian, the Jiujian Immortal, fell into his hands. In the past, the monks from Lin Shanhe's lineage could barely escape, and no one dared to resist anymore.
Zhao Gao Gao retreated, but thinking of the inner disciples who were sent to the Qingyun Mountains, a smile appeared on his lips.
"That kid is dead!"
Qingyunmen.
It has been two days since Tianyou Xiaotong left for Qingyuan City. In these days, Qingyun Sect has been developing in an orderly manner. There are many people who come to learn from it, but only a few people can go up the mountain.
The entry requirements for Qingyun Sect are not harsh, and the requirements for cultivation talent are even lower than other sects. The biggest test is the disciple's character. Lin Mingyuan does not want disciples with evil intentions to appear in the sect. A mouse spoils a pot of porridge.
Take precautions before they happen.
There were no Liudingliujia Talismans left, so Lin Mingyuan simply asked the handyman disciples to build the mission hall by themselves. Nie Yuanhang usually sat in charge and organized the tasks and contributions of all the disciples in an orderly manner, fully demonstrating his talent in managing the sect, allowing Lin Mingyuan to
Very reassuring.
In the Yanwu Hall, Ah Fu had discussions and exchanges with many new disciples. Unknowingly, the first batch of disciples had grown up and were responsible enough to handle the sect's affairs, leaving Lin Mingyuan with a lot of trouble.
"If I were you, I wouldn't think so."
In the Dao Realm, Ji Yueru was sitting on a big tree playing with her hair. During the days in the Killing Realm, she was like a fish in water. Even her soul became much stronger. According to Lin Mingyuan's scruples, she had already reached the Nascent Soul stage.
And it is growing rapidly every day.
"How do you say this?"
Lin Mingyuan frowned slightly. The past few months had been too dull, which made him feel a little uneasy.
"Just wait and see, trouble will come to your door soon."
Ji Yueru's eyes were ethereal, and her powerful consciousness swept around the Qingyun Gate. She looked at Lin Mingyuan and sighed. Before the latter could ask again, a system sound sounded in his mind.