Chapter 821 - Mysterious G.o.d, Old Site

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"No, I still need to get permission from Uncle-Master." Wei Suo snorted coldly in his heart, but his expression remained as honest and wooden as before.

"You don't know what's good for you. You must understand that the inner sect disciples are able to dispatch ordinary disciples from the various peaks at will." The sweet-looking female cultivator glanced at Wei Suo and said coldly.

Wei Suo knew what this female cultivator meant, she meant that the elegant young cultivator next to her was very likely to become an inner disciple, but he still pretended not to understand, "Are you three the inner disciples? "That's not right, you guys are obviously just like us …"

"Scram!" The young cultivator with a birthmark on his forehead couldn't help but take a step forward, wanting to push Wei Suo aside …

"Hu!" At the same time, the elegant young cultivator next to the female cultivator let out a sneer and ignored her. He released a green wave of Qi that shot towards a bungalow on the right while the female cultivator sent out a wave of zhen yuan to pull out the pieces of wood from the rubble.

"What do you want to do? "Fighting against the same sect will take three years …" Wei Suo dodged to the side and shot out a yellow light at the same time, shattering the young cultivator's green energy wave into pieces …

"You dare to stop me?" The elegant young cultivator did not expect that Wei Suo would dare to directly block his attack. His eyes instantly turned cold, "If you still want to stay in the Sect properly, then hurry up and get out of my way!"

"Who's arguing here and moving?"

At this moment, an old voice rang out. A blue-clothed old man with withered yellow hair slowly walked over, leaning on a black wooden staff.

"Martial Uncle Li …" Wei Suo and Mo Wei, as well as the dark-skinned Big Ying Peak disciple, immediately bowed to the blue-clothed old man. This old man's name was Li Tianjing, and like Zhang Yun, he was one of the older generation of Da Ying Peak.

"What's going on?" Seeing that there were three disciples of the Foolish Peak, the blue-clothed old man holding the black wooden staff was also somewhat surprised and immediately asked.

"We are looking for some Ancient Th.o.r.n.y Fruit Trees. There might be some of similar ages here, so we are here to look for them." The elegant young cultivator said expressionlessly, completely not showing the respect of his elders.

"Martial Uncle Li, they wanted to tear down all the residences here to search for the Ancient Th.o.r.n.y Fruit Tree." Wei Suo said honestly. "I said that this must be approved by the Martial Uncles, so we started a dispute."

"How dare you!" You disciples of the 'Great Fool Peak' actually came to our 'Great Ying Peak' to tear down our 'Great Ying Peak' residence?! This is way too excessive! Leave this valley quickly, and I will not pursue this matter! " When the blue-clothed old man heard this, he was instantly enraged. His entire head of withered yellow hair was trembling chaotically …

"These Ancient Th.o.r.n.y Fruits are wanted by Master Yan." The elegant young cultivator narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at the blue-clothed old man. "Since that's the case, I'll call Master Zhou Ling to come personally!"

"Is that what he wants?" The old man surnamed Li's face greatly changed, as if he was extremely afraid …

"It's only a few c.r.a.ppy houses. It doesn't seem like they're worth offending Grandmaster Zhou Ling for the sake of this c.r.a.ppy house. Brother Su …" A trace of complacency appeared on the young cultivator's face.

"Who is Brother Zhouling?" At this moment, a sincere voice rang out. It was Wei Suo who suddenly asked this question …

"He is the son of the Great Foolish Peak's disciple, and he has been accepted by Great Elder Zhao as his true disciple. He is already at the fifth level of the remembrance, so there is a high possibility for him to advance to the Aurous Core stage …" "This person is narrow-minded. If we offend him, he will definitely take revenge. He is not someone to be trifled with." The blue-clothed old man immediately transmitted his voice into Wei Suo's ears. His voice was filled with helplessness …

"Someone else is coming …." Wei Suo's eyes flashed imperceptibly as he used his Spiritual Sense to scan the surroundings. He discovered that another old man had entered the valley …

"It's Martial Uncle Qian." Mo Wei said softly.

This old man's body was hunched over, his teeth were all gone, his face was full of old spots, his eyes were dim yellow, at most, he had less than ten years of longevity left, just like the old man who surrounded and killed Wei Suo last time, he was a real old man in his old age, but this old man was also only at the peak of the fifth level of the Perception Realm, it was obvious that his talent and fate was also similar. When he was close to breaking into the Aurous Core Stage, his body had already surpa.s.sed its peak, many of his abilities were ruined, so he rarely succeeded in breaking through the fifth level of the Aurous Core.

"If Zhou Ling personally came to ask for it, we might have given him face. Search carefully, to see if there are any Ancient Thornthorn Fruit Trees, but you three want to tear down our Da Ying Peak residence? You are too arrogant!" After hearing the voice transmission from the old man surnamed Li, the old man in grey was very forceful and directly expelled the three young cultivators.

"You actually don't even give face to Senior Brother Zhou Ling?" The young cultivator was extremely shocked. He never thought that this old man Qian would have such a forceful att.i.tude …

"Since he's giving me face, I'll naturally give him back. If he doesn't give me face, then why should I give him face? I'm already so old that I'm about to die. I don't have anything to beg for, it's scary …" The old man surnamed Qian waved his hand as he calmly spoke …

"Good, very good!" The elegant young cultivator gave the old man named Qian, Wei Suo, and the others a fierce glare, before he suddenly turned around and left.

"The talents of our Great Ying Peak have withered in the past hundreds of years. To think that such a talented disciple would dare to behave so atrociously in our Great Ying Peak …" After the three of them left Little Ling Valley, the old man surnamed Qian, who was still in his youth, let out a faint and helpless sigh …

Mo Wei, Old Man Li, and the others felt pity in their hearts and were speechless for a moment …

"There is the aura of a battle. Who was the one who stopped them?" Old man Qian shook his head. Suddenly, he looked at Wei Suo, Mo Wei, and the other black skinned disciple Ying Feng and asked.

"It's me," Wei Suo answered honestly.

"Very good. You are the one who obtained the right to listen to the Buddhist chanting from me, Mateng. You have done very well on this matter …" Old man Qian's cloudy eyes were filled with praise. "I will give this Hundred Dew Pill to you …" Old man Qian pointed a white pill bottle in front of Wei Suo.

"Many thanks Martial Uncle Qian." Wei Suo obediently received the pill bottle, thanking him for the Spiritual Energy contained within the Hundred Dew Pill. A pill equivalent to a Rank 5 high Demonic Core was considered good for cultivators below the Aurous Core stage, but for the current Wei Suo, it was nothing special.

"Simple, simple, without sadness or joy. His temperament is simple and unadorned, but it's a pity …" Old man Qian looked at Wei Suo and let out a soft sigh.

Although he did not finish his words, Wei Suo knew in his heart that his pity was that this "Ma Teng" did not have high potential and his training speed was slow …

"The mountain peak that had produced Mysterious G.o.d yet was in such a decline … "Where the Mysterious G.o.d has lived, there are actually people like you who have come here to make a living …" Old man Qian gave Wei Suo a Hundred Dew Pill before letting out a sigh. He was about to leave …

"Senior Master!" Wei Suo was surprised, and immediately asked, "The Immortal Mystical Elder that came from our Great Ying Peak, was he also living in this Little Ling Valley?"

"That's right. Our master at that time had great expectations for our disciples and disciples, and also allowed us to build a residence in the Little Ling Valley to obtain some of the senior's fortune. It's a pity that our disciples have all let him down …" "Even the disciples like you who obtained the qualifications to listen to the Buddhist chanting did not obtain great opportunities …" The old man named Qian shook his head as he spoke.

"Martial Uncle Qian, I want to go see that Martial Uncle Zhong's residence. I also want to see the place where the Divine Profound experts of our Great Ying Peak used to live. Can you bring me there?" This old man surnamed Qian knew many things that were not recorded in the ancient records. This caused Wei Suo's heart to palpitate with eagerness. He followed the old man alone and made a request like this …

"You want to see those places?" The old man surnamed Qian was slightly surprised, but he still agreed, "Alright, I'll take you to see it!"

"Is this the residence of the cultivator surnamed Zhong?"

The old man named Qian first brought Wei Suo to a small courtyard which was already half destroyed. The walls on both sides had already collapsed. Only the largest house was still intact. There were only weeds and vines everywhere …

"He fell before we left this place. n.o.body cared about his residence for a long time, so he became like this." Old man Qian shook his head. "There are only a few of our disciples left."

Old man Qian looked around, reminiscing the past while Wei Suo carefully walked forward. His divine sense constantly swept the area, carefully examining every nook and cranny of the place …

"Do you wish to comprehend this …?" He found the mark on the stone wall under the moss on the bed, but what made him disappointed was that there were only these four words. They were filled with despair as he searched the entire house carefully.

"So this is the former residence of the Mysterious G.o.d from Great Ying Peak?" This stone chamber was carved from a cliff on the east side of Little Ling Valley, and it was only a few Zhang in diameter. It was extremely simple and crude, and there was only a large round stone inside, and its surface was extremely smooth. It should be because someone had been cultivating on it for a long time, which was why they were in such a state of wear and tear.

"This is the residence of the almighty elder of our Great Ying Peak. Back then, Little Ling Valley was still a wasteland and only he was training here." Old man Qian nodded, "My Master Zhong also meditated here for a while. Later on, we even said that he obtained his luck here and thus was qualified to listen to Zen music, but after he gained nothing, no one imitated him and came here to meditate."

"That cultivator surnamed Zhong also meditated here for a while?" Wei Suo's eyebrows imperceptibly jumped

This stone room did not have any words or patterns left behind, it was extremely simple and crude to the extreme. However, for some reason, after he entered, he felt that this stone room gave him a strange feeling.

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