This Venerable One Really Didn’t Abandon My Familiar

Not a Snake

 Langfeng City, the leading sect in the world of cultivation today and the head of the Alliance of Immortals.

The City Lord these disciples were referring to was the head of Langfeng City, Pei Qianyue.

Feng Ci did not know him, of course.

Therefore, he only met the invisible gaze and looked at him silently through the black silk that covered his eyes.

There was such silence in the fir forest that one could hear a pin drop, and Meng Changqing fell to his knees beside Feng Ci: [Forgive me, City Master! My brother and I are disciples of the Tianxuan Sect, our sect was wiped out a few days ago, we came here by accident because …… we wanted to take the road to Langfeng City to get help![

This person, Meng Changqing, seems to be missing a string in his brain, but he is also smart when he should be.

Langfeng City and Ghost Mist Mountain are in the same Kunlun Mountains, so it’s not impossible to get lost when you first come here.

Meng Changqing’s lie was somewhat forced, but it still made sense.

[Did you break through the maze formation?]

Pei Qianyue asked again.

He inquired about Feng Ci.

From beginning to end, his attention was only on Feng Ci, and he did not even incline his head when Meng Changqing spoke.

For some reason, Feng Ci could hear a hint of forbearance in that deep voice.

It was as if he was desperately trying to hold something back.

Feng frowned slightly.

Although the group of disciples were rude, they were still righteous disciples when they saw their awe-inspiring sword aura.

On the other hand, this [city master], as they called her, was not sure what kind of thing had become a ghost, and the evil and demonic aura around him had not even been removed.

Apart from beauty, he had no merits.

How could the cultivation world choose such a person to be the head of the League of Immortals?

Could it be that the League of Immortals now chose people based on their faces?

But Feng Ci didn’t say anything.
He just lowered his gaze, stared at the hem of his opponent’s robe, and made a submissive face, [Just ……, purely by chance.]

This disciple called Lu Jingming’s body bones were not very good, and now that he had lost too much blood and his mental energy was exhausted, he could not even stand up.

He couldn’t even stand up, let alone escape here.

All he could do was take a step and see what happens.

[Coincidentally.]

Pei Qianyue repeated in a mockingly low voice.

The next moment, he suddenly bent down and grabbed Feng Ci’s wrist with force.

The sword he had been using to support his body fell lightly into the snow, and Feng Ci was pulled and staggered a little, smelling the cold sandalwood scent on the man’s body.

The man’s figure was tall and straight, and his wide robe almost completely enveloped.
Feng Ci.
The man’s handsome face had been made particularly clear by this position, so close that he could almost feel the other man’s cold breath.

It was cold and very oppressive.

It had been a long time since he had been in such close contact with someone, and he instinctively wanted to break away.
but at that moment a cold and icy mental breath was flowing like a snake through his mental veins.

Feng Ci’s body tensed abruptly.

This was a test.

This person …… had already realized that there was something wrong with his identity?

Just because he had broken that formation?

Without these things from Fang, Feng Ci was not worried about being recognized.

He had returned here to deal with a possible calamity that might happen soon.
Langfeng City was the head of the cultivation world today, and even if he didn’t meet anyone from Langfeng City today, he would likely throw himself out the door.

But the situation was not quite as he had imagined.

His physical body was nowhere to be found.
The formation of the Spirit Mist Mountain had been tampered with, and the current head of the cultivation world was a …… The type of demon who could hardly distinguish between good and evil.

You must not be impulsive.

With this in mind, Feng resigned and tried to relax his body.

The man’s fingers were long and strong, and his palm was cold, even colder than Feng Ci’s flesh, which had lost too much blood.

Spirit breath traveled wildly through Feng Ci’s spiritual veins, an act no different from the stab of an ice knife into Feng Ci’s body.
The knife was relentlessly stabbed into the spirit vein, and with every inch it penetrated, the pain increased.

With this method, he wanted to force Feng Ci to use his energy to resist, to test his true strength.

But Feng Ci only lowered his head again, his long lanes covering his eyes, so calm that he was almost indifferent.

He was naturally impervious to pain and would not even frown at this level of pain.

Rather, the man’s excessive, almost ambiguous closeness was the cause of his discomfort.

[You are very tolerant.]

The handsome face was still indistinguishable from joy, and anger, his lips pursed, but the voice that reached Feng Ci’s brain carried a hint of teasing, [But how long can you stand it?]

The young man’s face was as pale as paper, which made the blood on his face even more shocking.

Just because Feng Ci wasn’t afraid of pain didn’t mean this body wasn’t either.
If he continued for a moment longer, the body would die and he would be forced out of his soul.

The technique of spirit possession is an extremely dangerous technique with many limitations.
For example, it cannot be performed twice in a short time, and if something goes wrong with the possessed body, there is a danger that the soul will be seriously injured or disintegrate.

He could not find his physical body again, and if he were forced to leave it, there would be unimaginable consequences.

…… this madman.

Feng Ci breathed a quiet sigh of relief and softened his tone, [This disciple …… doesn’t know what he did wrong.]

The hand that gripped Feng Ci’s wrist suddenly tightened.

Feng Ci’s body tensed, and he did not know how much time had passed when he heard a scornful laugh above his head.

Then the raging spirit breath in his body withdrew as cleanly as it could.

The grip around his wrists loosened and he staggered back half a step, only then noticing that his fingers were trembling slightly.

Pei Qianyue pulled a silk handkerchief from his bosom, and, half-lowering his head, wiped away the bloodstains on his hands.

The beautiful eyebrows hidden behind the black silk were slightly furrowed, which did not hide his disgust.

He wanted to hit him.

Pei Qianyue slowly and methodically wiped his hands clean and threw the handkerchief on the floor, [Xie Wuhan.]

[Yes, disciple here!] The disciple who had just pointed his sword at Feng Ci hurriedly replied.

He even trembled exaggeratedly when his name was called.

[Bring him back and heal him.]

Xie Wuhan: [Yes!]

The disciples of Langfeng City rushed forward to help Feng Ci up, and Pei Qianyue stood at the back of the crowd as that soft voice reached Feng Ci’s mind again, [Don’t lie to me.]

[I hate it when someone lies to me.]

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Feng Ci woke up at sunrise.

He and Meng Changqing had been returned to the sect last night, and when he saw that the crisis was over, he simply went back to sleep, leaving the disciples of Langfeng City to find a healer to bandage him and fill him with medicine, tossing and turning for most of the night.

He stretched and rolled onto his side to sit up.
No sooner had his feet touched the ground than he heard someone shout, [Don’t move!]

A figure rushed into the living room like the wind and pushed Feng Resign back onto the bed.

[The elder of the Dan Condensation from Langfeng City said that your injuries are too severe and you must stay in bed for the next few days to recover.] Meng Changqing said, [Are you thirsty? Are you hungry? Tell elder brother what you want and I’ll get it for you.]

Feng Ci: [No, I…]

[It’s fine.] Meng Changqing interrupted him, [Later, the elder Condensing Dan will come to check your pulse, and the medicine should be ready soon, I will get it for you later.]

[……]

Wasn’t this person a little too enthusiastic?

Feng Ci examined the person in front of him, [Did you take the wrong medicine?]

Meng Changqing admonished him, [What kind of talk is that? You’re my shidi, so I care about you?]

Feng Ci narrowed his eyes.

Meng Changqing averted his eyes in embarrassment

Feng did not bother to pay attention to him and got up to find a brand new robe from a nearby cupboard and wore it.

His waist and abdomen were still bandaged, making his waist narrow and thin, and he looked pale and frail.

The incense burner on the table smoked faintly.
Feng dressed in resignation and saw the man still standing in the same place, helpless, [What do you want to say, just say it.]

Meng Changqing rubbed his nose and smiled curtly, [It’s nothing, I just want to discuss with you what we should do in the future?]

Feng Ci’s expression froze slightly.

He had not yet thought about what to do next.

He had come back by the Heavenly Dao’s guidance, but the Heavenly Dao had not given him any clues until now.
He had no idea what misfortune would befall him and who would be responsible for it.

Naturally, he did not know where to start.

Seeing that Meng Changqing still had something to say, Feng stepped back and asked, [What are your plans?]

Meng Changqing’s gaze drifted and he murmured, [I’ve been asking around, it’s the days of the Immortal Alliance Selection …….

Feng Ci understood, [You want to join the Immortal League?]

[Don’t think too much.
I don’t want to let my master down!]

Meng Changqing hurriedly explained, [It’s just that now that the Tianxuan Sect is gone, we naturally have to choose another way out, and if we can join the Immortal Alliance, we might even be able to avenge our Master and Brother.]

[Understood] Feng unconcerned, [You can leave if you want, I won’t stop you.]

[You and I are the only ones left in the Tianxuan Sect, so I must discuss this with you.] Meng Changqing said, [The sect’s revenge must be avenged, but we don’t even know the culprit behind it, and our cultivation level hasn’t improved yet, so revenge is a pipe dream.]

Meng Changqing sighed, [In the past few months, more immortal sects have been destroyed than we can count, so who cares about our little sect ……]

Feng Ci frowned, [The Tianxuan Sect isn’t the only one that has been destroyed?]

Meng Changqing: [Yeah, you don’t even remember that?]

Five months ago, an unknown immortal sect was quietly wiped out.
Dozens of members of the sect died overnight, and the bodies were only discovered when the disciples who had gone on a journey returned to the sect ten days later.

Since then, there have been repeated killings of an immortal clan, and all of them have been slaughtered.

To date, more than ten immortal clans have been wiped out one after another.

The Tianxuan Sect is just one of them.

[The Immortal Alliance doesn’t care about such a big matter?] Feng asked again.

[Those killed were all sects outside the Immortal Alliance, lone sects.
How can anyone care?] Meng Changqing said, [Only recently, when more and more immortal sects started getting into trouble, the Immortal Alliance started sending people to investigate, and I don’t know if they found anything out]

Feng Ci was silent.

The series of sects that were wiped out were clearly directed at the entire world of cultivation.

Could it be related to the misfortune in the Omen?

Feng Ci pondered for a moment, then said to Meng Changqing, [I’ll investigate the matter of the Immortal Sect’s extinction, so you’ll stay here during that time]

[You want to track down the culprit yourself?!] Meng Changqing was shocked and grabbed Feng Ci by the sleeve, [You and I are all that’s left of the Tianxuan Sect now, you can’t go and do something stupid!]

Feng Ci: […..]

Meng Changqing: [You may be a bit eccentric and never cultivate with your brothers, but you are my shidi after all, how can I endanger you alone!]

Feng Ci cut to the chase, [So you and I didn’t know each other well at all before?]

[I haven’t even spoken three words]

[…..]

Feng’s rhetoric dawned on him.

It turned out that this person was not just a straw man, but that this fool did not know the original host well at all.

No wonder he could not see that its master had changed its core.

Feng Ci shook his head and immediately walked out, pushing open the door.

The place they were in was an elegant and tranquil courtyard.

Clouds and mist lingered in the distant mountains, and tall halls of green-glazed brick could be seen looming high above the clouds, their clear qi flourishing and solemn.

It is the corner of Langfeng City, the largest sect in the world.

[Where are you going, wait for me -]

Meng Changqing chased after him out of the house, but Feng Ci ignored him and crossed the courtyard with long strides.

He had just stepped out of the courtyard’s hanging gate when he was stopped by a man.

[Where are you two going?]

This disciple of Langfeng City was not very old.
His sword aura was awe-inspiring, and his attitude was direct: [The City Master has ordered that you two must not leave here for the time being, as your injuries have not yet healed]

Feng Ci frowned slightly.

Meng Changqing gave him a scowl, but Feng ignored him, and smiled submissively, [I have an important request to make of the Lord of Langfeng City]

Disciple of Langfeng City: [What is it?]

Feng Resign: [It is about the extinction of my sect, the Tianxuan Sect …..]

The disciple’s expression changed slightly but quickly returned to normal, [The City Master is not in the sect now, so little brother can rest for now, and I will inform you when the City Master returns]

[Where did the city master go?]

[I don’t know]

[When will he return?]

[I don’t know]

[Then..]

Feng Ci wanted to ask again, but Meng Changqing finally couldn’t stand it any longer and dragged him towards him.

[Understood, Shidi, let’s just go back and wait] After saying that, he even tugged and pulled Feng back.

Returning to a secluded spot in the courtyard, Feng gave up and shook off his hand, [What are you doing, I haven’t finihed asking.]

[I still want to ask you what you are doing] Meng Changqing admonished him, [You can’t just visit the city lord whenever you want? Besides, why do you need to see him, weren’t you puhed around enough last night on Ghost Mist Mountain?.]

Feng Ci: [……]

Feng Ci: [That’s a strange statement.]

Meng Changqing: [Meaning.]

Feng Ci was too lazy to deal with him and explained, [Didn’t you say that the Immortal Alliance sent someone to investigate the destruction of the Immortal Sect, I just wanted to ask him if he found any clues.]

Meng Changqing seemed to think his ears were out of order, [Who do you think you are, that he would answer you if you asked?]

[…… correct.]

This gentleman from Langfeng City is full of evil aura and has a strange and unpredictable temperament.
Either he has a mental problem or a brain problem, most of the time he can’t take anything out of his mouth.

Feng Ci thought for a while, then looked around the yard and went around to a fence.

Meng Changqing was very afraid of him, [What are you up to again?]

[I have to find a way to get out of here] Feng Ci looked innocent, [We can’t just sit here and wait to die.]

[Wait![ Meng Changqing tugged at Feng Ci, [Do you really want to leave? Staying here is an order from the city lord, he is known to be cold-blooded and ruthless, if you anger him you will definitely get into trouble, have you forgotten your last night ……]

[You shut up.]

Feng Ci didn’t want to mention what happened last night at all.

He had not suffered a loss for many years, but this time he almost fell on a tiny snake demon, which was very humiliating.

If the little snake demon hadn’t been so handsome, he would have taken both of that bastard’s arms off.

Feng snorted coldly, [It’s just a snake demon, why are you afraid of it?]

[Shh, don’t talk nonsense, no one must hear you![ Meng Changqing lowered his voice, [He’s not an ordinary snake demon, he’s a spirit Familiar of Ancestor Qianqiu, he’s been cultivating for a thousand years and has received the true transmission of Ancestor Qianqiu all his life!]

[I don’t care who he…]

Feng Ci’s words abruptly stopped and he turned around in confusion[…… ah?]

When did he ever raise a spirit Familiar?