In the Yin Division Hall, all the corpses have been cleaned up by several judges, ghosts and gods, the blood pool has been destroyed, the great formation that shrouded Hongling City has also collapsed without a trace, and the sun has returned to the world.
However, Chai Jiangcui, who is staying in the Yin Division, is still unclear about all the changes in the Yang world.
Upon entering the Yinsi Hall, a cracked stone lion was placed on the main desk, while the body of the red-eyed ghost commander was casually thrown to His Highness.
After a moment of silence, Chai Jiangcui flashed his hand and took out a soul power light ball and handed it to the old city god.
"Lord City God, this is what Senior Shi Fifty asked me to hand over to you."
With that said, Chai Jiangcui used his spiritual voice to inform him about the disappearance of the Lion Fifty. However, he omitted the information about the card in the middle, and just blamed the red-eyed ghost commander for the excessive dissipation of the Lion Fifty's strange energy.
"...Thank you, Fairy Yanyun."
The old city god took the ball of light in a low voice and carefully put it in his arms, without immediately absorbing the content inside.
But this is not what Miss Chai cares about anymore. Anyway, the things have been brought here, so it is up to the old city god to deal with them.
What followed was another lackluster exchange of pleasantries.
Except for the beautiful woman, the other three of the four Huaqi cultivators among the four sword-wielding sects all saved their lives.
Although several people were seriously injured, they all brought their juniors to get to know Chai Jiangcui one by one.
Chai Jiangcui was able to defeat Akame, and in the hearts of the cultivators, he had secretly risen to the status of a real person.
No matter where they go, the Pill-forming monks are always there to influence the situation. For many small and medium-sized sects, it is good to have one or two Qi-changing monks to support their reputation.
It allows the juniors to have a good relationship with Master Jiedan, which may bring considerable benefits in the future.
Although Chai Jiangcui felt a little bored, she responded with a smile one by one.
From Old Man Zhang's words, she also learned the name of the girl who reminded her earlier - Meng Ziyue, an inner disciple of the Xinghe Sword Sect Wuling Peak.
It's a good name, much better than mine.
After silently memorizing the girl's appearance, Chai Jiangcui chatted with her for a while.
Meng Ziyue was the first junior Miss Chai, besides Zhou Wenqing, to take the initiative to make friends with, which made the other divine sword cultivators a little envious for a while.
This is the friendship of Master Jie Dan. Let’s not talk about the specific benefits. Just talking about it can increase your reputation a lot.
Meng Ziyue was still very nervous at first when Chai Jiangcui took the initiative to interact with her. However, after a few words of conversation, she discovered that Fairy Yanyun was so easy to talk to, and Meng Ziyue gradually became more bold, and she could even make some jokes with Chai Jiangcui from time to time.
After secretly learning from the black-faced young hero the reason why Meng Ziyue was looked down upon by Chai Jiangcui, Old Man Zhang gained a new understanding of the casual and free-spirited Master Jiedan.
"The predestined relationship is truly wonderful."
The talks in the Yinsi Hall did not last long. Most of the sword cultivators from the four sword-holding factions were in a hurry to heal their wounds, and the Old City God also wanted to deal with the wounds in Hongling City.
After a simple farewell, Chai Jiangcui passed through the gate of hell and returned to the world of heaven again.
Squinting at the setting sun in the west, Chai Jiangcui smiled brightly.
"As the sun sets, you should know that quiet time brings infinite tenderness."
"After sunset, it's night. I think the morning sun is more beautiful!"
Bai Yuan pulled Chai Jiangcui's bun and loudly refuted his master's point of view.
As expected, the response was another loud bang.
"What do you, a little fox who doesn't read, know? If I say the sunset is beautiful, then the sunset is beautiful."
"The master bullies the fox, yah yah yah..."
When the sword cultivators on the side saw this scene, they couldn't help but smile in their hearts.
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Seeing Chai Jiangcui preparing to leave, Meng Ziyue mustered up the courage to run over.
"Fairy Yanyun, can you and I leave a transmission note?"
'Transmitting symbols? What are transmitting symbols?'
Chai Jiangcui was slightly startled, and said with a smile without changing his expression:
"No problem, it's just that the transmission talisman in my hand has been used up. I don't know..."
"I still have extra blank transmission notes here."
After receiving the agreement, Meng Ziyue's face lit up with joy, and she hurriedly took out five blank transmission notes from her storage bag and handed them to Chai Jiangcui, and at the same time, she imprinted her soul mark on a blank transmission note.
Secretly observing Meng Ziyue's operations with his spiritual consciousness, Chai Jiangcui roughly understood how to use the transmission notes.
With a wave of his hand, he imprinted his spiritual consciousness on the blank transmission note.
Meng Ziyue took Chai Jiangcui's transmission note and carefully collected it.
"Fairy Yanyun, the Galaxy Sword Sect is in the Luoxing Mountains of Chundezhou. I have one year to return to the mountain. If you have a chance in the future, you are welcome to come to the Galaxy Sword Sect as a guest."
"Okay, I will definitely go if I have the chance."
After bidding farewell to Meng Ziyue, Chai Jiangcui returned to the inn where he first settled.
Nowadays, the inn has long been deserted, and the corpses of the two ghouls in the kitchen have also been cleaned up by ghost messengers.
But what surprised Miss Chai was that the little donkey she kept here was actually alive and was munching carrots leisurely in the stable.
Seeing the owner approaching, the little donkey snorted happily.
"You had a great time eating. You're lucky if you didn't get turned into donkey meat hot pot by all the ghosts in this city."
Patting the little donkey's head, Chai Jiangcui laughed. Originally, she was worried that she would have to walk to the next city, but she never thought that the mount was not lost.
After adding some carrots to the donkey's trough again, Chai Jiangcui returned to the guest room with satisfaction.
The soul power was consumed too much, and now she had a headache.
The moon set and the sun rose, and before we knew it, it was the early morning of the next day.
Light snow was falling in the sky, and the door of the inn slowly opened. Chai Jiangcui rode a donkey and wandered toward the outside of the city.
"Master, why do we have to leave so quickly?"
The sleepy little white fox huddled in Chai Jiangcui's arms, a little puzzled.
Chai Jiangcui curled her lips and said jokingly:
"There's nothing delicious here. If you don't leave early, do you still expect me to cook you a ghoul feast?"
But in the middle of speaking, Chai Jiangcui suddenly stopped.
Because she saw a large crowd of people gathered at the city gate in front of her. They stood there upright against the cold wind in winter.
Seeing Chai Jiangcui's arrival, everyone's eyes instantly focused on her.
The leading old man dropped his crutches tremblingly, knelt down on the ground, and bowed heavily to Chai Jiangcui. His voice was old and powerful,
"The people of Hongling City have received great kindness from the Immortal Master. Now that I heard that the Immortal Master is leaving the city, we are here to see him off."
Following the old man's movements, the people in the rear also knelt down in unison. Regardless of whether they were women or children, they all kowtowed loudly in the ice and snow.
"Thank you, Master Immortal, for saving me, Hongling!"
The voices of all the people linger in Hongling City and will last forever.