(Chapter 180 has not been reviewed yet, the limit of the reader group has been expanded, readers who have not seen it can join the group in advance to avoid incoherent plot.)

Ying Wuji was not particularly surprised by the actions of the "For Me Sect".

After all, this group of people with mental problems has always wanted to turn the "For Me Sect" into a cult that everyone in the world believes in, and they have been trying to save the world in various ways.

The Hanguang Sword involves the rules of the world.

How could they have no reaction at all?

As for the actions of the Red Dust, that was even more normal.

When deducing the world, he was sprayed into a sieve by himself.

Although the failure of the Zhongpan was mainly Jiang Taiyuan's responsibility, it was not without his own reasons.

He was specifically targeted.

But for the Red Dust.

He was not particularly wary, because the conditions for possessing the Red Dust were not easily met. Everyone participating in the Immortal Sword Conference this time could be called a genius, and it would not be easy for the Red Dust to succeed.

Moreover.

Even if he could succeed, the strength he could exert might not necessarily pose a threat to him.

What he was more interested in... was Danqing!

He had speculated before that this Ji Sanxi was likely to be related to Ji Su.

I didn't expect it to be this person... his handiwork!

At first, the old man hadn't figured out his details.

I didn't expect him to already be a first-grade spiritual fetus. Although the Nine Flames Pulse was not as good as Zhuanxu's Emperor Body, it was not weaker than an ordinary ancient physique in terms of combat power!

What's more important is...

Danqing can not only "resurrect" people, but also elevate their spiritual fetus to such a level.

This is really terrifying.

He couldn't help but ask, "How did you know?"

Luo Yan's expression was somewhat gloomy. "In fact, from the beginning of my contact with the 'For Me Sect', I had already sent people to infiltrate. Now I am already in the middle level of the 'For Me Sect', and one of them has become a subordinate of Danqing. Ji Su's resurrection used a part of his blood."

Ying Wuji was surprised. He didn't expect Luo Yan's influence to reach this far.

But it was also reasonable. How could he not have some skills after being the prime minister of the Kingdom Li for so long?

He couldn't help but ask, "Is it reliable?"

Luo Yan shook his head. "Not completely reliable, but usable!"

Ying Wuji pondered the meaning of this for a moment. It seemed that he understood it somewhat. Anyone who could become a middle-level member of the "For Me Sect" was at least a person with a blossoming demonic seed. Such people were completely dominated by their id, so how could they be completely trusted?

Presumably, Luo Yan also formed a mutually beneficial relationship with them through some means.

At least in this news, there was no need to lie.

After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Then this 'Ji Su', does he know that he is not actually Ji Su?"

The setting of Danqing's soul crossing.

He had always felt it was amazing.

Sometimes he even wondered, if he was the person painted, how should he deal with his current life?

Should he love what he loves and hate what he hates?

It was a bit twisted.

If this "Ji Su" knew that he was painted by someone, would he rebel?

Luo Yan should understand this.

Because he had a paper wife.

But after asking this question, he felt a bit offensive and subconsciously looked at Hua Wanqiu. Sure enough, he found her expression to be somewhat complicated.

Luo Yan sighed lightly, reached out his slightly withered hand, and grabbed his beautiful wife's soft hand.

Hua Wanqiu struggled symbolically, but then stopped moving, just glancing out the window with slightly reddened eyes.

Luo Yan fell silent for a while and asked a question, "Wuji! Do you think the people painted by Danqing are the original people?"

Ying Wuji said firmly, "Of course not!"

Luo Yan did not refute and asked again, "Then do you think the people you care about are exactly who they are?"

Ying Wuji frowned, "What do you mean?"

Luo Yan fell silent for a while. "For example, if you have Hua Chao in your heart, is the Hua Chao in your heart the real Hua Chao?"

This question made Ying Wuji fall into silence.

The answer was, of course, negative.

No one can completely understand another person, so the Hua Chao in his mind is not the original Hua Chao.

Seeing him silent, Luo Yan continued to ask, "So if Hua Chao unfortunately dies and Danqing uses your blood to paint one for you, in fact, you can't tell which one is real and which one is fake, right?

If that's the case, what does Hua Chao mean to you? Is she real or painted?

Does she still have any meaning to you?"

Ying Wuji was asked to feel a bit annoyed, "That's different! These things are all with stereotypes, just like..."

He paused, bowed to Hua Wanqiu, indicating that he didn't mean to offend.

Then he continued, "Just like the current Lady Zun, and Hua Chao's mother, they would make completely different choices when faced with the same situation."

Luo Yan fell silent for a while and asked a question that made Ying Wuji's spine chill, "Do you really think Hua Chao's mother, in my impression, is a woman who compromises?"

Ying Wuji was stunned, "This..."There is indeed a great contradiction with his statement.

Hua Chao's mother may or may not be willing to compromise, but Luo Yan feels even more deeply than Hua Chao.

If the painting is a stereotype, it would not have resulted in what it is today.

So there is only one conclusion, the current "Hua Wanqiu" is actually exactly the same as the image in Luo Yan's mind. Even if the real Hua Wanqiu were to switch places, she would likely make the same choice.

It's like the image of Hua Chao in his heart is just a projection of Hua Chao.

And the similarity achieved by the painting is on the same level as this projection.

Luo Yan asked again, "I have another question for you. If Hua Chao is really gone and Danqing paints an identical Hua Chao without you knowing, but Hua Chao knows her own identity, how do you think she would treat you?

Or to put it another way, if you were in her position, what would you do?"

Ying Wuji: "......"

Isn't this the same question I just asked?

He pondered for a while and gave a painful conclusion, "If it were me, I might pretend not to know and carry on as usual."

Damn, I dare not even think about it.

My father is not my real father.

My mother is not my real mother.

My wife is not my real wife.

I am a person with no past.

This kind of severed interpersonal relationship is even more unacceptable than being treated as a substitute.

Luo Yan asked again, "If Danqing painted a person using the blood of everyone who knows that person, would that person be considered resurrected?"

Ying Wuji still shook his head, "That wouldn't count, that person has no self..."

Luo Yan interrupted, "What if we add the person's own blood?"

Ying Wuji still shook his head, "But that person's body is already buried..."

Luo Yan interrupted again, "Then is the current Han Juan still Han Juan? Or, if Danqing's painting method is not with ink, but with the flesh, bones, muscles, and even consciousness of the original person, using the original person's consciousness as the material, would that be considered resurrection?"

Overheating.

My CPU is overheating.

The example of Han Juan is really annoying.

This kind of philosophical question always forces people to argue.

In the end.

Ying Wuji found a way to argue, "So can Danqing paint a living person?"

This is the biggest logical bug.

As long as Danqing can paint a living person, the original person is alive and well. Even if the painted person looks exactly the same as the original person, they cannot be considered a normal person in the true sense.

Upon hearing this question, Luo Yan fell silent.

Hua Wanqiu couldn't help but look out the window.

Just when Ying Wuji thought he had won the argument.

Luo Yan suddenly spoke, "Based on all the information I currently have, Danqing has never painted a living person in history."

Ying Wuji's heart skipped a beat, "Hasn't painted, or simply can't paint?"

Luo Yan shook his head, "There is no way to verify! Perhaps only Danqing himself knows?"

Ying Wuji: "......"

This is indeed quite terrifying.

If it's the former, then the "Yin Si" back then might not have been just a rumor.

The powerful figure who mastered Danqing's soul crossing ability back then might really have had the ability to create the order of the underworld.

But this kind of speculation, although it sounds reasonable, is meaningless at the current stage.

At least it is meaningless before capturing Danqing and dissecting him.

Luo Yan continued, "But now Ji Sanxi already knows where he came from, but he believes that he is Ji Su. Anyway... be careful."

"Okay!"

Ying Wuji is not very interested in Ji Su. He feels that even if this guy comes over, he may not have any impact on him. What he is more concerned about is something else.

He looked at Hua Wanqiu, "Miss! I know you have mixed feelings, but before the truth about Danqing's soul crossing is revealed, I hope you don't take the place of Hua Chao's mother."

"I know! Don't worry, I have a different opinion from my husband."

Hua Wanqiu quickly said, "I just want to see her, I want her to live a more relaxed life, I won't harm her!"

Ying Wuji nodded slightly, it would be best if it's like this.

But he still needs to keep an eye on them later, so they don't say the wrong things.

He thought for a moment and asked again, "By the way! Which memory did you wake up with?"

"It's the memory of when... when Hua Chao's mother first brought her to Jiangcheng."

When Hua Wanqiu said this, her expression was somewhat painful.

"Okay!"

Ying Wuji nodded, sighed inwardly, but didn't know what to say.

He remembered that Hua Chao had said that when she and her mother first came to Jiangcheng, although they hadn't found her husband or her father yet, that period of time was still good, at least every day was filled with hope.

Just at this moment, the carriage stopped.

Ying Wuji got off the carriage and made a gesture of invitation, "The theater is not closed yet at this time, Hua Chao may not have returned yet, you two can rest for a while."

"Thank you!"The couple responded with a nod.

Hua Wanqiu was the first to get off the carriage. She turned around and supported Luo Yan's arm, helping him down. Led by Ying Wuji, they arrived at the main hall of the Marquis's residence.

Ying Wuji looked around and confirmed that Hua Chao was indeed not at home.

He then went to the main hall and sat across from Luo Yan.

Since there was nothing private to discuss, they decided to talk about some official matters. It happened to be a good time to discuss some details before Luo Yan set off for the new place. However, Luo Yan seemed distracted.

His gaze wandered and occasionally glanced towards the door.

His thin hands were clasped together, occasionally wiping the sweat from his palms with a handkerchief.

He must be extremely nervous.

Ying Wuji shook his head and didn't expose him.

The lanterns outside the door were lit.

The night grew deeper.

Finally, a graceful figure appeared at the door.

"Hua Chao!"

Hua Wanqiu instinctively stood up, her expression filled with excitement.

However, Luo Yan pulled out his chair and was about to leave. "I need to use the restroom, excuse me for a moment!"

With that, he hurriedly left.

But he didn't go to find the toilet, instead, he hid behind the screen.

Ying Wuji: "..."

He had been waiting for his daughter for so long.

And now that she had just returned, he escaped?

He shook his head and didn't expose him either.

Hua Chao saw the lights in the hall and her heart was filled with joy. She quickened her pace. "Wuji, you finally came out... Huh? Miss Hua?"

Ying Wuji was momentarily stunned. He instinctively looked around.

Where was Miss Hua?

Where was Miss Hua?

It took him a while to react.

He guided her to sit down while explaining, "Mr. Luo and his wife are about to go to the new place. They wanted to see you before they left!"

Hua Chao fell silent for a moment. Although she had already prepared herself mentally, seeing the face that looked exactly like her mother's when she was young still stirred up complex emotions within her.

She smiled lightly at Hua Wanqiu and then asked, "What about Luo Yan?"

Ying Wuji glanced at the screen behind him, intentionally or unintentionally. "Luo Yan suddenly needed to use the restroom, so he went to the toilet."

"Oh..."

The two understood each other well, and Hua Chao instantly understood his meaning.

She smiled faintly at Hua Wanqiu. "Miss, please have a seat!"

"Alright, alright!"

Hua Wanqiu seemed to still be in a state of excitement. It was only when she heard Hua Chao's words that she hurriedly sat down. Her eyes were already red, but she couldn't bear to look away from Hua Chao.

Ying Wuji couldn't help but take a few more glances at her.

In fact, he had noticed that Hua Wanqiu had changed quite a bit compared to before.

But he thought it was because she had been confined at home for too long. Anyone who was confined like this would become melancholic and haggard. It was like when he first met Tang Tang, he felt that she was like a caged bird.

Hua Wanqiu was not only a caged bird but also trapped in a terrifying self-doubt.

So it was normal for her to look a bit haggard.

But now, he felt that it was not just because of her haggard appearance. Hua Wanqiu's gaze and temperament had changed. Before, she was like an inexperienced young girl, but now she seemed like a woman who had been battered by society.

To be precise, a mother.

The way she looked at Hua Chao was like a mother looking at her daughter.

How could Hua Chao not understand this gaze?

After pondering for a moment, she sat down next to Hua Wanqiu and smiled gently, "I've heard about what happened to you, Miss. Actually, you don't need to think too much about it. Just care about whether you are happy or not."

"Yes!"

Hua Wanqiu smiled and nodded. Her gaze never left Hua Chao.

The little girl in her memories had grown into a young lady.

It's just a pity.

She wasn't her own daughter.

She pursed her lips and smiled, "No wonder I felt so close to you when we first met. It turns out it's because of my mother's memories. At first, when I found out the truth, I resisted this feeling. But seeing you again today and thinking about it carefully, I find you pleasing to the eye."

Hua Chao smiled, reached out, and held her hand. "That's right! I find you pleasing to the eye too. Why bother holding grudges because of some so-called artistic talent? It's just that I couldn't get over that hurdle in my heart before, which made you suffer. Please don't mind."

"How could I!"

Hua Wanqiu finally breathed a sigh of relief. The tense expression she had before disappeared. "By the way, Hua Chao, I brought you some gifts this time."

"What gifts?"

"The memories left by your mother. Do you want to accept them?"

"I want to!"

Hua Chao naturally wouldn't refuse these memories because they were quite happy memories. Her mother's singing career went smoothly, and although they lived in a neighborhood with poor public security, their neighbors were all good people.

Especially Hua Wanqiu's current appearance, it was very similar to her mother's back then.

The two women chatted like this.

Hua Chao couldn't remember many things, but every time Hua Wanqiu spoke, her memories became clearer.

With each clear memory, her smile grew wider.

Hua Wanqiu also smiled as she looked at her. In her young eyes, there was a kind and gentle light flowing.At the end of the conversation, Hua Chao's eyes were already misty, and her gaze towards him was filled with gratitude.

Regarding this outcome, Ying Wuji was quite satisfied. He could tell that Hua Chao genuinely felt happy from the bottom of her heart.

However, he finally spoke up, "Miss! There is a question that may be a bit abrupt, but I still want to ask. Since you are born from Luo Yan's heart blood, you should only remember the scenes of meeting Luo Yan. Why do you know so clearly?"

Upon hearing this, both Hua Chao and Hua Wanqiu were stunned. This was indeed a big problem. Especially for Hua Chao, she was even more surprised because what Hua Wanqiu said matched her memories, it couldn't be made up.

Hua Wanqiu stammered, not knowing how to explain.

At this moment, a voice came from behind the screen, "Because I have known since the first day you two entered Jiangcheng, your neighbors were arranged by me, and they would report their observations to me. Occasionally, I would secretly visit you two."

Luo Yan slowly walked out from behind the screen, his expression filled with sorrow.

"Impossible!"

Hua Chao's voice suddenly became a little excited, and her expression towards Luo Yan was full of resentment.

However, she was also aware of the situation in the southern part of the city. It was the poorest area in Jiangcheng, and although there were many simple and honest people, not all of them were good people. At that time, her neighbors were better than one another.

In addition to these memories, Luo Yan's statement might really not be wrong.

But...

Hua Chao looked at Luo Yan, only to see that the old man didn't dare to meet her gaze.

Her voice trembled slightly with anger, "So, you knew that my mother and I had come before you married the Wei family woman, but you still chose to marry her. Is that right?"

"Yes!"

Luo Yan did not avoid the question.

Ying Wuji: "..."

Originally, the father and daughter could have parted ways peacefully, what was Luo Yan doing?

He took a step forward, "Luo Yan! Have you had too much to drink? Why don't you go back to the mansion and rest for a while, and come back when your head is clear?"

His voice was gentle, but there was anger in it.

However, Hua Chao grabbed his wrist, "Wuji, don't worry about it. There are some things I must ask."

Ying Wuji: "..."

Hua Chao took a deep breath, suppressing her anger, "Luo Yan, can you explain it to me?"

Luo Yan sighed softly, "Because I must have a place in the court, there are things I have to do in this world."

Hua Chao asked back, "So, for the sake of these things you have to do, you can abandon my mother?"

"It's not abandonment!"

Luo Yan looked pained, "Hua Chao, there are many things you don't understand."

Hua Chao turned her back, remaining silent for a while. Finally, she forced a bitter smile, "I understand! Luo Yan, you are a person with great ambitions. With your withered body, you still work hard for the country and the people. I didn't understand before, but now I admire you, Luo Yan."

Hearing this, Luo Yan was somewhat surprised, "Hua Chao, do you really understand?"

Hua Chao clasped her hands together, "I hope there is a prime minister like you in the world, but I don't want a father like you. Luo Yan, if you have finished discussing official matters with Wuji, please leave!"

Luo Yan: "..."

Hua Wanqiu couldn't help but say, "Hua Chao, you may have misunderstood your father."

Hua Chao's gaze was filled with pain, "I know! He may really want to treat us well, otherwise why would he send people to protect us? My mother may not hate him so much, otherwise why would she ask me to go back to Jiangcheng to find him before she passed away? But so what? Does that change the fact that we were abandoned? Why are all of you from the Luo family forcing me to forgive him?"

Hua Wanqiu: "..."

Luo Yan: "..."

The little light in his eyes, which was already scarce, dimmed even more.

He took a deep breath, clasped his hands, and made a deep bow to Hua Chao. His voice was hoarse, "I'm sorry, I'll take my leave now. Take care."

After speaking, he stood up straight, wiped his blurred eyes, and walked out in a daze.

"Brother Yan!"

Hua Wanqiu's expression was somewhat reluctant, but she only glanced at Hua Chao and didn't dare to say what was on her mind. After bidding farewell to Hua Chao, she quickly followed him out.

Ying Wuji sighed lightly, embraced Hua Chao's shoulder, "Hua Chao, it's my fault. I shouldn't have let them come."

Hua Chao leaned on his shoulder, sobbing softly, "It's my problem. I thought I could face him calmly, but I didn't expect that I still couldn't control myself. Wuji, go and see him off first, I'll wait for you here."

"But..."

"Go quickly!"

Hua Chao broke free from his embrace and smiled at him.

Only then did Ying Wuji feel relieved and quickly followed them out.

Luo Yan and his wife were already sitting in the carriage, but they showed no intention of leaving. It was obvious that they were waiting for Ying Wuji.

Ying Wuji walked to the front of the carriage and said in a deep voice, "Luo Yan, take care!"

He had already stopped blaming Luo Yan.

Just now, Luo Yan mentioned those things just to let Hua Chao know that he had treated her well, and he had brought up this topic himself.Although the result is not very good, it can't be blamed on him.

But that's all.

Ying Wuji waved his hand to the coachman, indicating that he could leave.

However, Luo Yan stuck his head out of the carriage and said, "Wuji! Get in the car and talk."

Ying Wuji hesitated for a moment, then directly got into the carriage.

He wanted to see what else Luo Yan had to say.

There was silence in the carriage for a while.

Luo Yan finally spoke, "Actually, there was no conflict between me and Hua Chao's mother as she imagined. When they left Jiangcheng, Hua Chao's mother did not see me as an enemy.

The reason they left was because they didn't want her to be persecuted by the Wei family, and at that time, I was not well-established in Jiangcheng..."

Ying Wuji interrupted, "Luo Xiang! If you can provide evidence, I will naturally believe you. But if you are not confident in convincing Hua Chao, then you better not say anything."

Luo Yan lowered his eyes, "I will provide evidence."

Ying Wuji sighed lightly, "Then let's wait until you have the evidence."

Luo Yan slowly raised his head, a smile appearing on his face, "Wuji, do you think I came here this time to seek forgiveness from Hua Chao?"

"Yes!"

Ying Wuji spoke frankly.

Luo Yan shook his head helplessly, "She's already halfway to the grave, why bother forgiving me?"

"Then why did you come?"

Ying Wuji was really confused. In the past, he might have scolded Luo Yan for being hypocritical, but now he felt that this old man really had no need to lie.

Luo Yan raised his eyelids and slowly said, "The demonic seed in Hua Chao's body was planted by Danqing!"

Ying Wuji's heart skipped a beat.

He hadn't told anyone about the demonic seed in Hua Chao's body.

Unexpectedly, Luo Yan knew about it. How long were his hands that he could even dig out something like this?

What's even more absurd is that.

Listening to what he said, it seemed like he had known all along that Hua Chao had a demonic seed in her body.

Luo Yan sighed lightly, "Just like the deep sea for my sect, no one can leave unscathed. I don't want Hua Chao to get involved! Wuji, you have always been honest with Hua Chao, but there are some things you have kept hidden, and she must have noticed something from elsewhere. You don't want anything to happen to her, right?"

Ying Wuji took a deep breath, "Uncle, do you have a way?"

Luo Yan nodded, "Do you remember what I said to you just now, that one can never fully understand another person.

The source of Hua Chao's emotional burden comes from her mother and me, but she doesn't fully understand her mother, let alone me.

Perhaps only when she knows what kind of person her mother is, can she resolve her emotional burden.

There are things I know, but she hates me, so I can't explain them to her.

And before, in order to make her recognize me as her father, I made foolish and desperate moves, which made me unworthy of her trust.

She doesn't fully understand her mother.

I dare not claim to understand her, let alone how to resolve her emotional burden.

All I can do is present all my original memories to her and let her feel them on her own."

Ying Wuji subconsciously looked at Hua Wanqiu, who was wiping away tears beside him, "Are you saying..."

Luo Yan nodded, "The soul crossing of Danqing is drawn with one's own blood, containing all the memories and emotions of a person towards another. But my body is too weak, and there are still unfulfilled wishes and promises.

After everything is settled, I will give all my blood to Wanqiu.

When she cuts off ties with the world and returns to Danqing, Hua Chao will understand everything."

Ying Wuji: "..."

He subconsciously glanced at Hua Wanqiu and found that when she heard the words "cut off ties with the world," she didn't show any strange expression, but rather seemed eager.

His heart couldn't help but be slightly moved.

When she was chatting with Hua Chao just now, she behaved completely differently from Hua Chao's mother.

But in fact, her feelings towards Hua Chao were still those of a mother towards her daughter.

He asked in a deep voice, "Uncle, what are your wishes and promises?"

Luo Yan smiled, "When His Majesty appointed me as the prime minister, I promised him to make the royal power no longer a burden on the people. Now that the Great Li is about to be divided into three, and the reform has taken shape, most of the problems have been solved.

But the power of the noble families, led by the Marquis of Changping, is still incredibly strong.

For the new laws to take root completely, a bloody battle is inevitable.

The new laws are my promise to His Majesty and my lifelong wish.

And your relationship with the Crown Prince...

In short!

I need to die in this bloody battle in order to let Hua Chao live a happy life.

But rest assured, I have made complete arrangements.

Even if I die, Wanqiu will definitely bring back my blood.

But during this time... Hua Chao will be in your care!"

Ying Wuji listened to his calm voice tinged with sorrow, feeling a mix of emotions in his heart.

For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

This father, he didn't know if he could be considered qualified or not.Luo Yan felt a sense of relief when he saw his expression, and took out a booklet from his pocket: "This is all the information I have about my teachings, take care of Hua Chao."

"Yes!"

"Then we'll leave first!"

"Okay!"

Ying Wuji bowed to him as a junior: "Take care, Father-in-law!"

Hearing the words "Father-in-law", Luo Yan's withered body stiffened for a moment, and a faint light flickered in his murky eyes.

He seemed to have a thousand words to say, but when it came to his mouth, there was only a casual "Go."

"Goodbye, Father-in-law!"

Ying Wuji jumped off the carriage and watched it drive away.

He felt a bit suffocated in his heart, wondering if he would ever see Luo Yan again after this separation.

He shook his head.

When he returned to the mansion, Hua Chao had already calmed down a lot.

Seeing Ying Wuji return, she stood up and gently hugged him: "Am I being unreasonable?"

Ying Wuji held her face in his hands: "You are more sensible than any other woman."

In the past, Hua Chao was a bit willful and always thought that Luo Yan was useless.

But after spending time with him, she would occasionally pay attention to political affairs and understand what Luo Yan had done as an official. At least, she had changed her view of him as the Prime Minister.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have said those words just now.

Hua Chao looked at him quietly: "Maybe I am just a vulgar woman. He may be a hero to the world, but he is not my hero. I don't want a father like him."

Ying Wuji nodded: "Okay."

Hua Chao buried her face in his chest: "Wuji, I am happier than my mother."

Ying Wuji: "..."

His heart ached.

After the Sword Immortal Conference, they would cause trouble in the Capital of the Great Ming.

Luo Yan might be able to resolve Hua Chao's concerns, but they couldn't place all their hopes on him.

...

Days passed by.

The whole world seemed to come to a standstill.

The harmony between nations made the previous ambitions of the various countries seem fake.

The alliance of the Ji clan.

The division of the Three Li.

All these actions seemed to have never existed.

The only thing that could be considered an event was Luo Yan leading his team to the new land, starting the most magnificent development in history.

Unfortunately.

The events in the new land seemed to have no impact on the city of Jiang.

The entire city was surprisingly quiet, with almost all the geniuses in seclusion.

Unfortunately, they were not able to witness any heavenly phenomena when breaking through to the Transcendent Mortal Realm.

Only the emergence of new divine abilities deserved such treatment.

Otherwise, the city of Jiang would have already experienced numerous heavenly phenomena.

This silence lasted until the third day of the third month.

Today.

It was the day the Sword Immortal Conference began.

And it was starting tonight at the hour of the Dog.

The powerful experts of the Transcendent Mortal Realm from the Tai Shang Sect would arrive and preside over this highly anticipated event.

The Li royal family also gave a lot of face and specially set up a feast in the Chongli Palace to entertain all the swordsmen participating in the Sword Immortal Conference, and to welcome this powerful expert from the Daoist sect, known as the "Welcoming Immortal Conference"!

The feast was extremely sumptuous.

The guests could enjoy it for free.

But not everyone could come and freeload. Once they entered the feast, they had to participate in the Sword Immortal Conference and could not abstain.

As the sun set, everything was already prepared in front of the Chongli Palace, with high specifications, treated the same as welcoming the monarchs of other vassal states.

It couldn't get any higher.

If it got any higher, Emperor Zhou would lose face.

"Tsk tsk!"

Ying Wuji looked at the luxurious and extravagant setup and couldn't help but click his tongue.

He thought his father-in-law was really foolish and wealthy now. This Welcoming Immortal Conference was much more luxurious than the previous Feast of the Scholars, and he wasn't afraid of other schools' scholars being jealous.

But it made sense too. In his concept, the Daoist sect had been a great help one after another in recent months.

They were definitely staunch allies.

If the specifications weren't higher, it would be somewhat unreasonable.

But...

"All the money I earned!"

Ying Wuji felt heartbroken.

Just then, several figures appeared at the gate.

It was the group from the Kingdom of Chu.

Mi Xingli looked around and smiled as she greeted Ying Wuji with a cupped fist salute: "Brother Ying, long time no see. You've become even more handsome!"

Ying Wuji returned the salute: "Long time no see, Lady Mi. You've become more beautiful."

He hadn't seen Mi Xingli for a long time.

Before going to Anyi, this female rogue had been freeloading at the Marquis's residence.

But after returning, the Chu Kingdom's delegation had also arrived. As a lady of a country, it was not appropriate for her to stay at another man's house, so she stayed with the delegation.

Anyway, the relationship between the Zhao and Mi families was good now. As long as she spoke, Zhao Ji would have someone find her a nice house.

As for her usual activities, she spent most of her time comprehending the ancient calendar at the Observatory.

Looking at her eyes now, she must have gained a lot.

Ying Wuji felt it slightly and found that her energy and spirit were abundant, and her blood was extremely vigorous.

A One-Rank Spirit Embryo.

Stable!To be honest, of all the Ling Tai in his acquaintance, Mi Xingli should be the one with the least dependence on external objects.

Really relying solely on comprehension!

Mi Xingli smiled and looked at Ying Wuji: "Lord Husband's words are sweet, but not dignified enough. If we meet at the Sword Immortal Conference, for the sake of Chu Kingdom's face, I'm afraid I have to beat Lord Husband!"

Ying Wuji laughed: "Lady, feel free to act, don't worry about me."

Mi Xingli: "Hmph!"

"Hmm?"

Xiang Ding saw the interaction between the two and thoughtfully rubbed his chin.

Yesterday, when he was drinking, he heard Mi Xingli say that she wanted to snatch Lord Husband, and he thought she was talking nonsense.

But now...

He was somewhat disappointed because Mi Xingli's image as a man in his heart collapsed.

As a Ling Tai of the first rank, who couldn't be snatched back to suppress the bandits?

But she had to choose this married man.

With a pretty face.

Although he was a Ling Tai of the second rank, his arms and legs were thin...

Can a thin dog do it?

Ying Wuji glanced at him: "What are you thinking, Brother Xiang?"

Xiang Ding spoke frankly: "I'm thinking that I can beat three Lord Husbands like you!"

Ying Wuji: "Heh..."

"Lady arrives early!"

A voice sounded, and everyone turned to look.

Mi Xingli looked at Zhao Ning, her eyes couldn't help but slightly freeze, but quickly returned to normal, smilingly clasping her hands: "Greetings, Your Highness! It's been a while, it seems Your Highness has made progress in cultivation!"

Zhao Ning was somewhat surprised. She thought she had completely concealed her aura, but she didn't expect Mi Xingli to see through her flaws.

It seems that what the king said was correct. This Chu Kingdom lady is likely to be the biggest dark horse in the entire Sword Immortal Conference.

Of course.

She didn't particularly care about this.

Because no matter how big of a dark horse, it couldn't be stronger than Ying Wuque.

What she cared more about was the conversation between Mi Xingli and Wuji...

Clearing her throat, she said, "Wuji! Lady is a prince of a kingdom after all, so when interacting in the future, you should be more dignified."

"No problem!"

Ying Wuji answered decisively, but couldn't help but glance at Zhao Ning a few more times.

Is the main wife...jealous?

Their gazes met briefly and quickly separated.

Zhao Ning felt a strange feeling in her heart. She had been in seclusion for these days and hadn't had a chance to see Wuji. But Wuji had always been in her mind, and that kind of enchanting feeling almost disrupted her true qi several times.

Seeing him today, it feels completely different from before.

She calmed herself down and saw that many people had already arrived, so she pointed to a stone tablet in the distance and said, "At the request of the Daoist Master, everyone who participates in the Sword Immortal Conference must register their cultivation and sword on the tablet. Please follow me!"

As she spoke, she led everyone to the front of the tablet.

When everyone saw the material of the stone tablet, they were shocked. The material of the stone tablet was black meteorite mined in the southern part of Kingdom Li, and ordinary Transcendent Mortal Realm cultivators couldn't even scratch it.

This Sword Immortal Conference seemed to have no threshold.

But it really wasn't something that anyone could enter!

Zhao Ning smiled and took out an ordinary brush from the side and freely wrote on the tablet.

"Zhao Ning, Ling Tai of the first rank, sword bearer of Kingdom Li!"

Wow!

Everyone looked at each other. This was quite a show-off.

The wolf hair on the brush just now was filled with sword qi, and it could break the stone tablet with the fur of a beast, and the handwriting was so neat.

What kind of monster is this?

Zhao Ning knew that the effect had been achieved and smiled as she looked at everyone.

"Please!"

There was silence in the crowd for a while.

A bold and powerful voice sounded.

"Great handwriting! I'll do it too!"

Ying Wuque strode forward, picked up the brush that Zhao Ning had just put down, and his handwriting was even more unrestrained. It was carved on the stone tablet as if with a knife, and the sharpness of the sword qi made people dare not look directly at it.

"Ying Wuque, Sacred Tai of the Ling Tai, sword bearer of Tai'a!"

"Hiss..."

"Hiss..."

"Hiss..."

The sound of inhaling cold air was endless.

Sacred Tai?

Is there really someone who has broken through to the thirteenth level in this world?

Coupled with Emperor Zhuanxu's body, who else can match him?

And this Tai'a...

Everyone had an impression.

The Lu Lu Sword, also known as the Tai'a Sword, was the sword wielded by King Qian.

Of course, this Tai'a Sword was definitely not the original Lu Lu Sword. It was most likely a replica made according to the original casting process. Most of the participants in the Sword Immortal Conference today were like this.

After all, although the fusion of man and weapon was reversible, it caused great damage to the weapon itself.

Everyone came for the Hanguang Sword. If they could win, they would definitely merge with the Hanguang Sword.

Even if they were from a big family, they wouldn't destroy their family's inherited divine sword.

But the craftsmanship of the Lu Lu Sword could be reproduced in the world. Even if it was a replica, it could definitely be considered a treasure.

How could Ying Wuque lose?

Ying Wuque enjoyed the reaction of everyone, but he didn't particularly care about their reaction. Instead, he looked deeply at Ying Wuji: "Wuji! We brothers have never sparred before. I hope we can meet at this Sword Immortal Conference!"

Everyone: "..."

The events of the past few days had already spread throughout the city.The talented Ying Wuji, questioned for his talent, beat up his own brother.

Looking at Ying Wuque's expression, he seemed to be seeking revenge!

Swords have no eyes, and in any martial arts sparring, it is permissible to take a life.

If they really meet... will someone die?

A divine-grade spirit fetus is not something a second-grade spirit fetus can contend with.

They couldn't help but look at Ying Wuji, wanting to see his reaction.

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Ying Wuji sneered, "Haven't we sparred before? I seem to remember that we sparred last time at the theater troupe, didn't we? Oh... I see, a beating doesn't count as sparring!"

"You!"

Ying Wuque's face turned slightly unpleasant, but he quickly controlled his anger and smiled lightly, "Words are useless, see you on the stage. I'm just afraid that you, Wuji, won't dare to put your name down!"

With that, he left with a smile and sat down at his own dining table.

Ying Wuji remained calm.

But the others were a bit depressed.

A divine-grade spirit fetus plus Zhuanxu's imperial body.

This Sword Immortal Conference seemed to be more difficult than they had imagined!

Compared to the grudges between brothers, they were more concerned about whether they could win the Hanguang Sword.

For a moment, the pressure in front of the monument was so low that many people began to have difficulty breathing.

"Since you all are so modest, I'll go first."

Mi Xingli smiled and picked up the pen to write.

"Mi Xingli, first-grade spirit fetus, Mo Ye Sword!"

Everyone: "Hiss..."

Another first-grade spirit fetus?

Mi Xingli put down the brush.

A man in a red robe and a mask strode forward.

"Ji Sanxi, first-grade spirit fetus, Zhurong Sword!"

Everyone: "Hiss..."

After Ji Sanxi finished writing, he turned to Ying Wuji, made a throat-slitting gesture, and said hoarsely, "There are many people who want to kill you, and I'm just one of them. If you want to live, you'd better forfeit now!"

With that, he left with a wild laugh.

Then another person took the stage.

"Nangong Yu, first-grade spirit fetus, Gong Que Sword!"

Nangong Yu turned his head and made the same throat-slitting gesture at Ying Wuji, "The vengeance of my younger sister must be avenged!"

Next.

Members of the Ji family came forward one after another. Anyone who could write their name on the monument would look at Ying Wuji with a meaningful glance.

Although there were no more throat-slitting gestures, the threat was not concealed at all.

The Muye Monument was shattered by Han Juan.

But Han Juan was already dead.

Their anger had nowhere to vent, so they could only focus on Ying Wuji.

It was because of Ying Wuji's lame excuse that day, "I've already drunk it", that he refused to return the medicine, causing the Muye Monument to be in a terrible state.

Moreover, Ying Wuji was one of the "Two Sages" in the mouth of Yang Zhu's lineage.

They couldn't target Zhao Ning.

Couldn't they target Ying Wuji?

"What are you looking at me for? Do I have flowers on my face?"

Ying Wuji glanced at the crowd. The people of the Ji family didn't leave after writing their names, but were looking at him with a smile, as if they were afraid of missing his embarrassment.

These bastards, they were hoping to provoke him.

In that case, he would satisfy them.

He laughed, threw the brush aside, "This thing is too difficult, I can't use it!"

He then drew his own sword, which looked exactly like Zhao Ning's Zhongli Sword.

The tip of the sword lightly touched the monument, writing a line of words.

"Ying Wuji, second-grade spirit fetus, Han Juan Sword!"

Han Juan?

Everyone was a bit confused.

In this world, who would name their sword "Han Juan"?

The people of the Ji family had a bad feeling.

Ying Wuji grinned at the crowd, "Next! Allow me to introduce my sword spirit to you all!"