Chapter 110: Murong Zixuan (Part 1)

  With the help of his spiritual sense, Xiao Ziyang "saw" that there were eight talismans in Muyong Ling's dantian. These eight talismans were at least formed by third-level magic, and with his current level of magic, he couldn't even understand them, let alone break them.

  Xiao Ziyang urged his spiritual power to approach one of the talismans; just as his spiritual power was about to touch this talisman, the talisman suddenly shone slightly, and a dark light shot out from the center of the talisman's array, rushing into Xiao Ziyang's purple jade spiritual power.

  Xiao Ziyang was not surprised to see this scene, just in the observation process earlier, he found that these eight talismans were like they had wisdom, as long as Muyong Lingdan's law power had a slight sign of condensation, these talismans would shoot out such black light and disperse the condensed law power.

  Xiao Ziyang directed the purple jade law power to retreat slightly, then vigorously wrapped up this dark light.

  What Xiao Ziyang did not expect was that the Wu Guang wrapped in Zi Yu's law power did not explode, it struggled slightly for a moment before quietly stopping.

  It was quickly worn away by Zi Yu's magical power under Xiao Ziyang's astonished gaze.

  What surprised Xiao Ziyang even more was that after dissipating this dark light, his magical power not only didn't decrease but instead increased by a lot.

  Xiao Ziyang hesitated for a moment, then directed the purple jade energy to envelop a mass of Murong Ling's energy. As expected, that emerald green energy was also completely dissipated.

  It is different in that it wears out faster.

  Xiao Ziyang once again urged the purple jade method to tease and provoke the talisman, with the same result as before. He felt a thrill of joy in his heart, this purple jade method was so powerful!

  Xiao Ziyang repeatedly teased, all rushing towards the same talisman, seven or eight times later, that talisman actually dimmed slightly, just as he was overjoyed and prepared to continue, thinking that he could break this talisman, but found that the other seven talismans were faintly shining, stirring. In shock, he hastily withdrew his magic power.

  Everything that happened in her own dantian was naturally clear to Murong Ling. The true yuan of the foundation-building cultivator and the magical power of the qi-refining cultivator had a qualitative difference, but this person's magical power could actually swallow the true yuan of the foundation-building cultivator, which made her very surprised, but clever her did not ask more questions.

  Xiao Ziyang returned without success and didn't dare to linger, wanting to bid farewell, but Murong Ling suddenly signaled him to calm down.

  A moment later, Murong Ling handed him a piece of paper with the words: "One hundred miles south of Jin'an City, there is a town called Qinghe, and on the east side of Hongye Mountain in the town, there is a temple called Nanhua. This is a secret property of my family, the Murongs. Go there and wait for me. If my brother receives my letter and comes to the capital, he will definitely go there to stay."

  Xiao Ziyang looked and knew that Murong Ling had some trust in him, he nodded slightly to her, turned around and slipped out of the Weiguo Gongfu.

  Qinghe Town is located on the main road from Jinan to Anzhou, although it's a town, its prosperity is no less than some remote county towns. The town has a population of 700,000-800,000 people, and every day there are caravans and merchants coming and going without end.

  To the east of Qinghe Town, there is a lake as large as 10,000 mu. The lakeside is shaded with green willows and the lake is covered with lotus leaves. It's midsummer now, and the lotus flowers are in full bloom, extremely beautiful.

  On the south bank of the lake there is a solitary small mountain, on which maple trees are everywhere. Every autumn, the whole mountain is red leaves, like a painting scroll, so it is named Red Leaf Mountain.

  Xiao Ziyang walked slowly along the winding mountain road in the maple forest, and on the top of the mountain, a Taoist temple with blue tiles and white walls appeared and disappeared among the trees.

  When he arrived at the Taoist temple gate, he lightly knocked on the door ring. Before long, a 13 or 14-year-old Daoist boy with red lips and white teeth, exceptionally delicate, opened the large gate, stuck out his head, and asked in a crisp voice: "Is the donor here to burn incense? Our temple has a ritual these days and cannot receive incense guests. Please go back, sir."

  Xiao Ziyang took out a letter from his bosom and handed it to Dao Tong, saying: "I have something to ask of Guan Zhu, would you please inform him for me?"

  Daotong took over the letter, hesitated and looked at Xiao Ziyang for a moment, nodded, closed the door, and the footsteps inside gradually faded away.

  After a moment, the sound of hurried footsteps came from inside the door. The gate opened and a Taoist priest in his forties with a long beard and elegant appearance pulled open the gate and said to Xiao Ziyang: "The master invites you in."

  This person didn't ask Xiao Ziyang about his intentions either, but only instructed the servant to clean up a guest room in the backyard and arrange for him to stay there.

  The front yard of Nanhua Temple is not large, and the halls are not very magnificent. However, the backyard has a different scenery. A garden was built according to the mountain terrain, with a small stream flowing through it, waterfalls and flying springs, pavilions and kiosks, all arranged in a very elegant way.

  In the garden, there are five or six courtyards scattered about, with exquisite furniture and decorations inside, exuding an atmosphere of elegance and refinement.

  Xiao Ziyang had just settled in when two Taoist boys brought up a table of sumptuous vegetarian dishes.

  Since Xiao Ziyang moved into the garden, the Taoist priests never came to disturb him without a reason. Every day, delicious vegetarian dishes were served, and none of them were ever repeated. The service was extremely attentive.

  He was also not anxious, and every day he sat in meditation to practice his breath and pondered magic.

  On this day, Xiao Ziyang was meditating when a strong spiritual pressure suddenly came rolling in like a tidal wave. He hastily used his "Wang Qi" technique to look over and saw four columns of soaring spiritual light heading towards the rear garden of the Taoist temple.

  Among these four rays of light, three were as solid as substance and turned out to be foundation-building cultivators. The last one was slightly weaker but also had a cultivation base of eight or nine layers in the Qi Refining stage.

  Xiao Ziyang was shocked, he saw that Murong Ling, although captured by the enemy, was not flustered at all. He guessed that this woman's sect must have considerable power, but he never thought that her sect would casually send out three foundation-building cultivators! Could it be that this woman's sect is one of the six major immortal sects of Xiliang?

  He didn't dare sit still at this moment, and hastily went out of the yard towards the front yard.

  Xiao Ziyang walked to the back garden gate and happened to run into Nan Hua Guan Zhu, who was extremely respectful, leading four people in.

  Among the four, the first one looked to be around forty years old, wearing a blue Taoist robe, with an extraordinary appearance and five long whiskers under his chin. He had a somewhat ethereal air about him. This person's cultivation was the highest, and the spiritual pressure emanating from his body was overwhelming.

  A man of about twenty-seven or eight years old, with a handsome and elegant appearance, slightly similar to Murong Ling's, followed closely behind him. His eyes shone brightly, and upon closer inspection, a faint, sparkling light seemed to emanate from them.

  A refined gentleman stood beside a robust middle-aged man, who had a coarse appearance and a thick beard. He carried a wide long sword on his back and looked around curiously as he walked, seemingly fascinated by the beautiful courtyard.

  At the end was a young man in his early twenties, who walked with his hands hanging down, and his demeanor was very respectful. This person was the only one among the four people in this group who was a cultivator in the Qi Refining stage.

  Xiao Ziyang hastily stepped forward, bowed his head and saluted, saying: "Junior Xiao Ziyang has seen several seniors."

  The elegant man looked at him and asked in a low voice: "Are you the messenger?"

  Xiao Ziyang replied respectfully: "Yes, it is indeed a junior."

  "You address me as junior at first sight, can you see through my cultivation?"

  Xiao Ziyang was slightly startled and hastily explained, "This humble junior has casually cultivated a technique for observing the aura, skilled at seeing the spiritual light on top of cultivators' heads. The three seniors' spiritual light on top of their heads is as solid as substance, which is precisely the characteristic possessed by foundation-building cultivators as described in the book."

  The elegant man smiled slightly and said, "Oh, I don't know which sect you are from, but you actually possess such a strange skill?"

  Xiao Ziyang said: "Not to deceive the senior, the junior just unintentionally obtained a Taoist classic and self-studied it randomly."