Chapter 1040 Blackmail
The old man surnamed Li came to Ye Chunyang, looked him up and down, and then looked at the Xianyuan mirror in his hand, frowning slightly.
On the other side, the old man surnamed Ma looked suspicious and also looked at Ye Chunyang several times, but he didn't say anything.
"I wonder what you two want to call me for?" Ye Chunyang remained calm on the surface, but the magic weapon in his body was ready to roar out at any time.
Even though the two people's cultivation was also in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, with his strength, he was sure to kill the other party on the spot in an instant.
"Raise your head!" The old man surnamed Li glanced at him gloomily for a moment, and said in a stiff tone.
Ye Chunyang frowned secretly, but there was nothing unusual on the surface, and slowly raised his head.
The old man surnamed Li raised the Xianyuan mirror again without saying a word and shone it on him.
A faint yellow light enveloped Ye Chunyang, and he stood there calmly without moving, without a trace of resistance.
However, he was secretly gloomy in his heart. Could it be that this old man's behavior really had some doubts about him?
The old man surnamed Li half-closed his eyes and looked at the Xianyuan Mirror, and kept urging the magic formula in his hand, but after looking at it for a while, his face was full of doubts.
"Strange, did I see it wrong?" The old man surnamed Li muttered with a face full of doubt.
He stared at Ye Chunyang, and did not give up and urged the Xianyuan Mirror again, but there was still nothing unusual.
Now, the old man surnamed Li was very confused.
"Do you have anything else to do?" Ye Chunyang's face was calm.
The old man surnamed Li frowned slightly, looked at him again, put away the Xianyuan Mirror, and waved his hand impatiently, "Nothing, you go!"
Ye Chunyang's expression did not change, and he turned and walked towards the city.
Looking at his back, the old man surnamed Li always frowned, and seemed to have other thoughts in his heart.
"Why, did Elder Li find anything wrong with this person?" Seeing this, the old man surnamed Ma couldn't help asking. The latter's behavior just now was really strange, which made him confused.
The old man surnamed Li pondered for a while and said, "Do you still remember what Senior Brother Nangong said about the flying sword made of Tianhuo wood used by the monk surnamed Ye who killed Wu Daoren?"
"I remember, so what?" The old man surnamed Ma showed more doubt in his eyes.
"Senior Brother Nangong tried to capture a sword energy of that person after he arrived at the scene where Wu Daoren was killed that day. Originally, this matter was just commonplace, but before this trip, I specifically asked Senior Brother for this sword energy and put it into the Xianyuan Mirror. I thought that even if that person used some hidden magic to blend into the crowd, his innate sword energy could not be changed." The old man surnamed Li narrowed his eyes and said in a faint voice.
The old man surnamed Ma was startled when he heard this, and his words became low: "What Elder Li meant..."
"Yes, I did feel that the sword energy in the Xianyuan Mirror had some fluctuations just now, so I called it and checked it again, but when I checked it for the second time, the sword energy was no longer abnormal, which also made me very strange." The old man surnamed Li nodded and looked at the Xianyuan Mirror in confusion.
"Maybe you are wrong." The old man surnamed Ma was a little unconvinced.
The old man surnamed Li hesitated for a while, and finally shook his head and sighed, saying: "Maybe, after all, it's just a sword energy, it won't last long, maybe something unusual happened at this moment, but then again, that person's flying sword is made of Tianhuo wood, this thing is the nemesis of our magic skills, no wonder Wu Daoren died in his hands."
"So no matter what, we must be cautious. Once we find this person, we will immediately join forces to take him down. Wu Daoren fought against him alone and ended up like this, but you and I may not be able to kill him together." The old man surnamed Ma's face was slightly solemn.
"Don't worry, with my Xianyuan mirror, he can't run away."
"..."
As the two said, they continued to check the people coming and going at the city gate.
Everything seemed normal, but no one noticed that just after the old man surnamed Li and the old man surnamed Ma had a conversation, a figure not far away lowered his head slightly, his eyes flickering, and like other people, he entered the city after being checked by the two.
It was not known whether it was a coincidence or something else, but the direction that the figure went after entering the city was the same as Ye Chunyang's.
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Shangxian City is vast, with countless streets, and every place is densely populated with people, both righteous and evil cultivators.
Ye Chunyang walked in an alley, and did not stop for a moment except for occasionally looking at the surrounding shops. According to his understanding of Shangxian City, this place is still the periphery of the city, far from the core, and most of the treasures sold are below the mana stage, so naturally none of them are worth his attention.
The treasures that are truly suitable for Jindan and Yuanying stage cultivators can only appear deep in the city.
Perhaps this periphery is mostly active among low-level cultivators, and Yuanshi has no intention of managing too much. In addition to the usual commission, it allows cultivators from all sides to trade on their own. Therefore, the order maintenance here is also far inferior to that in the center of the city. Along the way, I often see you fighting for me, and even some people fighting. Although they dare not really break the rules of Yuanshi, serious injuries and disabilities are common.
Such a matter of no great importance was harmless to the Yuan Clan. Unless it really hurt their interests, they would simply turn a blind eye. As long as no one died, they would not intervene.
Ye Chunyang, a Yuanying cultivator, naturally attracted the attention of countless people when he walked here, but they all kept their distance from him and did not dare to rush or offend him.
Ye Chunyang walked indifferently, ignoring others.
Although the alleys here are the scope of activities of low-level monks, they are the only way to enter the core of Shangxian City. The place where Yan Chen agreed to meet with him was deep inside the city, so he could only cross here.
Just when he reached a corner somewhere, his steps suddenly stopped, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly with his peripheral vision, but his face remained as usual and he continued to walk forward calmly.
After about half a quarter of an hour, the surroundings were noisy, but now it became extremely quiet. It turned out that they had unknowingly arrived at a secret alley, surrounded by tall people. The people also cut off the sunlight, making the place a bit darker.
Ye Chun's footsteps stopped at some point, and he stood in the alley with his hands behind his hands, speaking lightly: "Your Excellency, you have been following me since you entered the city. Do you have any advice?"
The words went unanswered.
After a long time, a figure slowly appeared in the shadows on the opposite side, and at the same time, a strange laughter as harsh as a duck's voice came: "Fellow Taoist has a keen sense. It seems that he has discovered my following early in the morning. I admire you, I admire you!"
Ye Chunyang stared at the speaker. He was a dark-skinned old man, dressed in tattered linen clothes and wearing a straw hat on his head. His eyes were as sharp as knives, giving people a chilling feeling.
This person is actually a master in the early stage of Nascent Soul.
"Excuse me, please tell me what you are doing. I don't have time to waste with you here." Ye Chunyang glanced at this person, his face expressionless.
Although he didn't know what the purpose of this person was following him, his initial Nascent Soul cultivation was not enough to pose a threat to him, so he naturally didn't have much patience to entangle with him.
But what the swarthy old man said next made his heart suddenly sink into the ice valley.
"Fellow Taoist is Ye Chunyang, who possesses the flying sword of heavenly fire and wood, and killed the Taoist Wu of Qianxumen. Right, fellow Taoist Ye?" The swarthy old man grinned with dark yellow teeth. His smile did not show murderous intent, but gave people a cold and cold look. Feeling of cold.
Ye Chunyang's pupils shrank, and his gaze became sharp as he stared at the old man.
"Fellow Taoist, don't be surprised. In fact, I don't know you personally, and I don't have any grudges. I just overheard the conversation between the two elders of Qianxu Gate outside the city gate. They said that the person who killed the Wu Taoist was possessed of heavenly fire. Wood Flying Sword." The dark old man chuckled twice as he said this, and said: "Unfortunately, there happens to be a magic weapon that is naturally connected to the Sky Fire Wood, so..."
"How are you doing?" Ye Chunyang lightly cut off the old man's words.
"Hehe, I don't think so. It's just that the two people outside are searching for traces of you. I guess you don't want your identity to be exposed..."
The old man twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled maliciously.
Ye Chunyang raised his eyebrows and heard the meaning of the old man's words, "Are you trying to get some benefits from me?"
"Haha, fellow Taoist is indeed shrewd. Since fellow Taoist understands in his heart, he must know what to do without further explanation, right?" The swarthy old man raised his head and smiled.
Ye Chunyang felt funny in his heart, thinking that this guy was trying to blackmail him, but he was actually able to sense the Heavenly Fire Wood in his body, which surprised him.
He smiled, his expression still indifferent: "I wonder what you want?"
The swarthy old man's expression changed, and the other party's words obviously acquiesced that he was the person the Qianxu Sect was looking for.
After briefly looking at Ye Chunyang, the old man suddenly changed the subject and said, "I wonder if you have ever heard of Wanhuo Sect?"
"What do you mean?" Ye Chunyang narrowed his eyes again.
Wanhuomen is an ancient sect in the Northern Wilderness Spiritual Heaven Realm, which has long been destroyed. His first flying sword was obtained from the ruins of Wanhuomen. The dark old man suddenly mentioned this sect, so there must be a connection.
The old man chuckled and said: "If I guessed correctly, your flying sword should be obtained from the ruins of Wanhuo Sect, right? To be honest, I am the only descendant of Wanhuo Sect, and Tianhuo Mu is I sent you the sacred object and I want to get it back from you. Is it possible?"
"You want my flying sword?" Ye Chunyang raised the corners of his mouth slightly, with a bit more amusement in his expression.
This man actually came up with the idea of flying his sword, he was quite courageous.
"Yes, compared to being discovered by the Qianxu Clan, your deal is very worthwhile." The old man sneered, showing no fear at all.
Ye Chunyang looked at him and didn't speak for a long time.
After a while, he suddenly chuckled and said: "Your Excellency, you have a big appetite, but since you heard that the Wu Taoist died at my hands and you dare to come to blackmail me, I am very curious. Do you think you are better than that person?" Are Wu Taoists even more confident?"
The old man's face was startled, but his smile did not diminish, and he said: "I am naturally a little worse than Taoist Wu. I also know that my fellow Taoist has reached the middle stage of Nascent Soul. However, if I don't have some confidence, I will not dare to come. Besides, this is Shangxian City, the territory of the Yuan clan, no matter how powerful you are, you wouldn’t dare to kill people in the street, right?”