In the depths of the gloomy valley.
Lin Feiyan swallowed, subconsciously looking around, terrified that some terrifying entity might suddenly spring out from the deep miasma.
"Guest Elder, you may not know this, as you are new to Yunmeng Township... The Southern Immortal Palace is a branch of Yunmeng Palace in the southern part of the Dream Cloud Realm. Its foundation is so deep that even our Jieqing Sect would not wish to easily cross it... And this Second Young Master is the direct Bloodline of the old Palace Master of the Southern Immortal Palace."
Lin Feiyan gave a bitter smile.
"It is rumored that this Second Young Master has an unruly temperament and has always been at odds with the old Palace Master, having left the Southern Immortal Palace long ago with his confidants to set up his own faction."
Yet, no matter how much they disagreed, they were still blood relatives.
In this southern part of the Dream Cloud Realm, no matter what faction it was, who would dare not show this Second Young Master some respect?
Lin Feiyan looked at the white-robed figure before her and cautiously tested the waters: "Guest Elder, since it is the Second Young Master... perhaps we should not get involved in these murky waters?"
"If we truly stumble upon the Second Young Master's schemes and incur some grudge, even if we flee back to the Jieqing Sect..."
Although she had used the excuse of honing her skills to come down the mountain and wanted to slay a few demons in this Yunmeng Township, she was well aware that the situation in the southern Dream Cloud Realm was complex and intricate.
If it were just killing some ordinary Loose Cultivator demons, that would be fine.
But if she were to provoke a behemoth like the Southern Immortal Palace for the sake of a moment's impulse, and bring trouble upon the Sect for no reason.
That would not be training; it would be causing trouble.
By then, let alone bringing honor, she feared that if her Master found out, she would be the first to break her legs.
"..."
Hearing Lin Feiyan's words.
Jiang Yuechu silently withdrew her gaze and fell into deep thought.
The Southern Immortal Palace again.
She had heard these three words quite a lot lately, and they sounded quite familiar.
She recalled the demon general from the Southern Immortal Palace she had seen above the Great Marsh of Guanlan Island.
The smooth sailing hadn't caused her to lose herself in complacency... on the contrary, it made her more clearly aware of her own true capabilities.
Although she could currently rely on her trump cards to slay a Great Demon of the Eight Chess Pieces of Strategy across ranks... if she were to truly face an existence possessing a Painting Realm... she feared she would not be a match.
Thinking of this.
Jiang Yuechu slightly concealed the thoughts in her eyes.
She leaned forward slightly, her gaze falling back on the old dog, and asked casually: "Who did you capture just now?"
"Uh..."
The old dog's body stiffened, and he hesitated for a moment.
But the next instant, he felt the bone-chilling Sword Intent at his brow, and how could he still care about keeping any secrets for that Second Young Master?
He gritted his teeth and spilled everything.
"Replying to the Elder... as for the captured old man, this small Cultivator actually does not know his origins."
"This small Cultivator only knows that the Second Young Master had secretly ordered to search everywhere for certain special Human Cultivators."
"Listening to the cursing of that Old Thing when he was captured... he claimed to be something... The Main Seat of the Xuanming lineage."
The old dog cautiously raised his eyelids, observing the expression of the white-robed girl, and added: "However, it is strange."
"That Old Thing looks very old, but his cultivation, in this small Cultivator's view, is nothing special, at most, it looks like he just entered the Chess Master Realm."
"But the quality of the dao chess piece within his body is terrifyingly high, as it is all condensed from those extremely rare objects of dao integration."
Xuanming?
Hearing these two words.
Jiang Yuechu was slightly stunned.
Her originally calm state of mind suddenly rippled.
The Main Seat of the Xuanming lineage...
Among the Twenty-Five Lineages, only five lineages were called the Imperial Thrones.
Taie of Taibai.
Jianmu of Suixing.
Xuanming of Chenxing.
Chunyang of "mars, associated with warfare".
Zhonghuang of Zhenxing.
Jiang Yuechu silently clenched her palms hidden in her sleeves.
It couldn't be that much of a coincidence, could it?
If it really was The Main Seat of the Xuanming lineage... then wasn't this so-called Second Young Master of the Southern Immortal Palace, who went to such great lengths to search everywhere, looking for Cultivators like her who had broken through the world from that realm?
But what were they capturing them for?
Could it be...
Thinking of this speculation.
She suddenly felt an unspeakable sense of urgency.
Although the foundation of the Great Tang was steadily accumulating... and with existences like the old woman Xirang guarding it, within that realm, they should not fear any ordinary external calamities.
But if they were targeted by a behemoth like the Southern Immortal Palace.
What could the billions of living beings of the Great Tang use to block it?
Jiang Yuechu slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.
Her previously surging emotions suddenly calmed down completely.
The old dog was pressed into the bottom of the pit, sensing the subtle changes in the Qi surrounding the white-robed girl.
His heart trembled violently, and he was about to open his mouth to beg for mercy.
Suddenly, a spiritual sword whistled out.
Puchi.
The sword edge instantly plunged into his throat, grinding the unuttered plea for mercy into pieces.
Jiang Yuechu was expressionless.
Her fair palm exerted force suddenly.
Crack.
She directly crushed the massive dog head.
Blood mixed with brains splattered, but it did not stain the white robe in the slightest.
With a wave of her hand, she collected the broken demon corpse into her Storage Pouch.
[Killed a creature of the Chess Player Realm, obtained 1,946,200 years of Dao Cultivation]
[Current remaining Dao Cultivation: 3,860,848 years]
Watching the decisiveness of the girl before her, Lin Feiyan was stunned in place.
She swallowed and said somewhat helplessly: "You aren't going to ask any more?"
However, after a second thought, she nodded in deep agreement.
"That's true..."
"Since this matter involves the Second Young Master of the Southern Immortal Palace, these murky waters are truly too deep, and it is definitely not something we can intervene in. It is better not to leave any traces... we had better leave Liuxian Valley first."
But just as she finished speaking.
She saw that the white-robed girl had no intention of leaving at all.
Jiang Yuechu adjusted her sleeves and took a light step.
She actually headed straight in the direction where the two Eight Chess Pieces of Strategy demons had just departed.
What was going on?
Lin Feiyan froze in place, her face full of astonishment.
Was she going in the wrong direction?
She immediately hurriedly spoke up to remind her: "Guest Elder Jiang, the direction back to the Jieqing Sect is not this way..."
In the gloomy miasma.
Only a cold voice slowly drifted back: "I'm just looking around, you go back first."
"..."
Lin Feiyan and Gong Shaoqi looked at each other.
Just looking around?
No... is this something you can just look around at?!
Gong Shaoqi's face turned pale, and he tugged at the corner of Lin Feiyan's clothes.
"Senior Sister, this... what should we do?"
Lin Feiyan gritted her teeth, staring fixedly at the white back figure about to disappear into the depths of the miasma.
Following her was undoubtedly accompanying her to light a lantern in the latrine—looking for death.
But how could she do such a lousy thing as abandoning her and leaving alone?
Besides...
For some reason, looking at that seemingly slight yet extremely steady back figure.
A strange sense of confidence unexpectedly welled up in her heart.
"Follow!"
Lin Feiyan stomped her foot and cursed in a low voice.
"If we die, we die. I am a dignified direct disciple of the Jieqing Sect, could I really be scared out of my wits by a few Beasts?"