ave any other text you'd like translated!The rough monk glared at Qin Sang with his tiger eyes and said coldly, "Master, this person might be a pawn of the rebellious traitor!"The master of Monk Mang,...The first thousand five hundred and eighty-seventh chapter of Asking the Immortal Way: First Humble Then ArrogantA display of force, inducing the disciple of the grotesque face person to voluntarily release his Nascent Soul, did indeed succeed in capturing him alive.

The sword formation traps the Nascent Soul.

Qin Sang's figure flashed, appearing above. He calmly struck out a few prohibitions, sealing the nascent soul. Just as he was about to capture it and flee elsewhere...

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Unexpectedly, the instant the monstrous-faced man's disciple's nascent soul was imprisoned, he suddenly stiffened, his eyes glazing over with a layer of grayish light.

At the same time, Yuanying emitted a decaying and withered aura from within outward.

Life force ebbs from within.

The disciples of the grotesque-faced man instantly wilted to their utter limit.

This scene reminded Qin Sang of the Moriro Kuyoku used by the Monster-Faced Man against his incarnation.

Qin Sang secretly cursed inwardly, hurriedly chanting a mantra. He shot a beam of light from his fingertips into Yuan Ying's brow, attempting to stop its withering. However, he discovered that this deathly aura was emanating from within his own soul and could not be stopped from the outside.

In the blink of an eye, Yuan Ying's body withered and shriveled like tree bark, his face contorted in death.

On the brink of death, a strange gleam flickered in the gray eyes, clearly not something controlled by the Guiliang disciple himself. The pupils moved slightly, trying to make out the enemy.

Qin Sang gave up saving him. Pai Zhi pointed out, a strike of Heavenly Thunder blasted the Yuan Ying to ashes.

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"What a great master!"

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Qin Sang snorted coldly.

Just now, as the high tide came in, the strange-faced man did not forget to urge his wooden armor to protect his disciples.

Qin Sang still thought this person was the direct disciple of the strange-faced man, deeply favored. He decided to capture this person and search his soul to find out about the strange-faced man's background and strength.

Unbeknownst to them, the ogre-faced man had already placed a restriction within the disciple's body.

Even before the disciple could be searched for souls, once the Nascent Soul was imprisoned, the restriction would immediately erupt, leaving no opportunity to exploit.

Qin Sang had no choice but to put away the disciple's pouch of a strange-faced man and let his corpse be taken away by the tide.

At this moment, the Sky-Eyed Butterfly sent a warning. The Goblin-faced Man must have sensed something and was charging in this direction.

Meanwhile, another figure was approaching from the other direction.

This person doesn't seem to have just happened to pass by. They are quite composed in the midst of the chaos, which indicates that their cultivation is not weak.

Does the "strange-faced man" have other accomplices

Qin Sang was a little surprised. He had been considering whether to meet the man with the strange face in person, but he gave up the idea and vanished into the depths of the surging tide.

Not long after.

Two figures appeared one after the other at the spot where the disciple of the monster-faced man had fallen.

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Compared to his time in Nan Zhou, the scarred face of the strange man had become less prominent, and one could now see normal facial features. It was no longer as terrifying.

He scanned his surroundings, his right arm gradually turning wooden, his fingers spreading wide, emitting a green aura that represented life.

Tiny buds sprouted densely on the skin, growing rapidly into countless blades of grass. Each blade was as fine as a hair, like a patch of green velvet, swaying gently and spreading in all directions.

The grotesque man's eyes were half-closed, trying to capture the remnants of energy from the magical duel with his supernatural powers.

It's a pity, the mighty tide destroyed all traces.

The grotesque man gained nothing, retracted his divine powers, and wore a sullen expression.

Another person stood on the periphery, waiting for the grotesque face to finish their movements before darting over and standing shoulder-to-shoulder with them. This individual was dressed in a black robe, concealing their face within it, always shrouded in a layer of black mist, appearing quite mysterious.

The hooded man asked coldly, "Is your apprentice dead"

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The strange-faced man let out a cold snort and said nothing.

“I told you so... how much does he actually know What if he's captured by someone else and reveals your identity You know what the consequences would be,” the hooded man said with a hint of displeasure.

"Let me tell him, I'm not afraid of being exposed!"

The grotesque man coldly replied, "This matter concerns me. I still need to retreat for fifty years."

"Didn't you say it would only take ten years to emerge Why does it have to be this long Fifty years, the Hungry Ghost Festival is over!"

The Dark Robed man was displeased, silent for a moment before letting out a chuckle and saying in a thoughtful tone, "I've long found it strange how you could raise such a disciple... With your cunning and experience, there must be more than just this one plan, right This is a serious matter, you absolutely must leave the seclusion before the Hungry Ghost Festival and find the other five phase talismans. I will secretly help you."

The grotesque-faced man impatiently said, "A descendant of the Five Pulse Lineage would naturally come looking when they saw the diagram on the Gu Shen Ling. Why go through all this trouble If no one comes to visit, it means the lineage has been broken. Where can we find the Wu Xiang Ling"

“Both Buddhist and Taoist schools view the disciples of the Immortal School of No Form as a thorn in their side. If that lineage has already declined, and its disciples lack cultivation, they certainly wouldn't dare to appear. Or perhaps some are deliberately hiding in the shadows, with ulterior motives As long as they come out to operate, they will definitely leave traces. They can't hide from your divine eyes.”

The robed man flattered for a moment, then paused, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Neither of us wants to stay hidden in the shadows forever, afraid to show our true faces. What rightfully belongs to the Wuxiang Immortal Gate is time to be reclaimed. This Mid-Autumn Festival is a once-in-a-millennium opportunity; we should strive to cooperate wholeheartedly."

The man with a strange face smirked, "Since we're going to cooperate wholeheartedly, why did you hesitate when I sent you the message before Don't you remember that Mount Unreachable has already been sealed When will you help me attack Zhuzhou Take the Spirit Treasure, and it’s yours for free."

The high tide is now nearing its end.

The robed man observed his surroundings while saying, "You mean the Patriarch Xie of the Xie family in Pushan, Zhuozhou Unless we capture him alive and force him to reveal the 'Tongbao Jue,' what use would our spiritual treasures be We are both in Zhuozhou. Shouldn't the mountains support each other Patriarch Xie has a deep friendship with Lu Zhang, and Situ Yu has high hopes for Lu Zhang. Once we make a move, Situ Yu will inevitably appear. Situ Yu rose to fame in a single battle and since taking over as the head of the Non-Thinking Mountain, his tentacles in Zhuozhou have been repeatedly severed, suffering several setbacks. This shows his capabilities. Unless Situ Yu perishes or you have absolute certainty, easily breaking through the protective mountain formation and killing Patriarch Xie while erasing all traces, otherwise, we are highly likely to be exposed. The Hungry Ghost Festival is approaching, don't create unnecessary trouble. If we are targeted by the Eight Sceneries View and the甘露 Zen Temple, it will only result in losing the bigger picture. After everything is accomplished, then you can have whatever you want!"

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Faced with the black-robed man's bitter pleas, the grotesque man could only sneer in response.

The hooded man sighed helplessly and made a promise, "There is a Chixuan ancient tree in Tianhaolou. I'll do my best to get it for you."

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"Good!"

Far away.

Qin Sang used his old trick again, letting the Heaven-Eye Butterflies watch from afar, but he couldn't hear their conversation.

The grey tide gradually subsided.

I thought the interior of Wu Wang Dian would be able to calm down for a while, but after the gray tide, there was another unforeseen change.

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Above the sea, a storm raged.

When the gray tide arrives, it pushes the power of the storm to its peak. Huge waves crash down, and nearby islands are also affected. Many cultivators are injured as a result.

The vegetation on the island was completely uprooted, and a layer of ground was scraped away. The mountains crumbled and the earth cracked.

But after this strongest wave, the cultivators discovered that the storm formed by the turbulence began to shrink, and the Wúwàng Hall was about to close!

Never would I have expected that the opening of the Wuwang Hall Ruins this time would be so short.

Trapped in the Wu Wang Hall, facing a death with no burial ground.

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For a moment, within the ruins of Wuming Hall, the cultivators who had just endured the gray tide fled outwards like madmen.

Su Zinan was no exception.

Qin Sang was still considering whether to follow the strange-faced man or continue following Su Zinan. Now, there's no need to think about it so much, retreat is the best course of action!

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Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Various streaks of light surged out from the turbulence. Those who had persisted until now were all ancestors at the Nascent Soul stage. At this moment, they had completely lost their demeanor as Nascent Souls, each one looking disheveled and injured.

They scanned their surroundings, each looking for Su Zinan, eager to explain.

This time, opening the Wumang Hall Ruins was a bit anticlimactic. They didn't gain anything substantial and instead suffered heavy losses when the gray tide struck.

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The entrance to the ruins narrowed quickly.

Qin Sang urged his Thunder Escape Technique, bursting out of the ruins. He then retracted his Phoenix Wings and flew out of the turbulence. Instead of leaving immediately, he quietly landed on an island not far away.

The monks on the island were completely oblivious to the fact that someone new had joined them.

Qin Sang looked up at the sky.

After a moment, the man with the grotesque face and the robed figure flew out of the turbulence together. These two were indeed despicable people, deliberately using secret arts to conceal their tracks.

Of course, their tracks couldn't escape the keen eyes of the Butterfly Clan.

It's not easy to openly follow powerful cultivators outside.

Qin Sang glanced in the direction they had fled, but remained where he was, still staring at the entrance of Wúwàng Hall, waiting for Su Zinan to come out.

He always felt that Su Zinan's purpose was not that simple.

Before going in, did Su Zinan know nothing about the variables in the ruins Did he spend so much effort and make such a big fuss to open the Wumang Palace just to take a walk around the perimeter

As time passes.

The high-altitude black hole reemerged, still spewing out a continuous stream of turbulence. However, as the black hole gradually contracted, its reach narrowed.

Most cultivators have successfully escaped.

The escaping light grew increasingly scarce.

Suddenly.

Three beams of light flashed from inside the black hole, and one of them was Su Zinan.

After they escaped, more cultivators flew out one after another until the black hole completely closed.

Even Yuan Ying cultivators could not protect themselves within the ruins of Wumang Hall. It is unknown if anyone failed to escape in time and perished here.

The last surge of turbulence rushed into the sea, exhausted and was swallowed by the waves.

All the wonders caused by the ruins subsided, and in an instant, the sky was clear and bright with sunshine. The heavens and seas were calm and peaceful, without a trace of chaos.

The ruins of the Wúwàng Hall have disappeared, leaving behind only a few nearby islands that are utterly transformed, serving as the only trace of what once stood there.

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Su Zinan hovered in mid-air.

Mo Xingdao, Qi Lingdong's master, and other helpers Su Zinan had invited gradually approached him.

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Scanning the faces of those around him, Su Zinan's expression suddenly darkened.

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A ripple of murmurs ran through the onlookers.

Su Zi Nan, in white robes, journeyed south into the Central Plains. Two Yuan Ying stage Moon Guards had always served as his protectors, flanking him on either side. Yet, now one was missing!

It turned out that a member of the Moon Guard even fell in the Hall of No Desires. Su Zinan's trip this time was truly a loss outweighing the gain.

Su Zijun forced out his essence blood, drawing a blood talisman in mid-air with one hand and pressing it down.

The blood talisman blazed, transforming into a streak of blood light, but it swayed back and forth in mid-air, unable to sense the location of the other moon imprint at all.

This sea area is vast and open, with only the Wu-wang Palace able to block out all perception.

Whether it was the gray tide that caused the injury, or if someone took advantage of the situation to poison him, there's no way to tell. The disappearance of the Mingyue Guard will be a case without a head.

'Bang!'

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In a fit of rage, Su Zinan shattered the blood talisman with a single palm.

Everyone else fell silent.

Mo Xingdao stood quietly beside Su Zinan, his expression unchanged, as calm and steady as an ancient well.

The master of Qiling Cave sighed softly, "Daoist Su, please mourn in moderation."

>The time is up, death is not a pity.

Su Zinan suppressed his anger, saying calmly, he raised his head to look at the empty void, wondering what.

The Lord of Weeping Spirit Cave consoled him, saying: "This defeat was due to our inadequate prediction of the changes in the Hall of Nothingness. It is not a sin of war. I wonder what plans Daoist Su has for the future and when he will visit the Hall of Nothingness again"

As soon as he finished speaking, a hurried ripping sound came from the edge of the sky.

Drawn by the commotion, the crowd turned their heads and were astonished to find that arriving was a snow-white crane with feathers as pure as snow.

The nascent soul cultivators soon noticed something amiss.

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"It is one of the Eight Scenic Arts, Crane's Walk to the Ninth Heaven!"

"Such speed and skill, rare even in the Eight Views Pavilion... Could it be Crane-Cliff Zhenren"

"What a jerk!"

In a blink of an eye, the crane broke through the air and came to a halt before Su Zinan. With a flap of its wings, it lifted up a cloud of white smoke that transformed into a long-bearded Taoist priest.

"Huh It's him!"

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Qin Sang recalled his experiences before entering Zhongzhou.

Back then, when he was being hunted by a ferocious beast, while fleeing for his life, an Eight Views cultivator appeared, leading the beast away and leaving a warning in its wake. It was this type of escapism technique that they used.

Qin Sang later confirmed that this person should be the Crane Pavilion Real Person of the Eight Scenic Views.

In the Baguanguan, under the God Transformation stage, his status was second only to the headmaster, the Purple Thunder Real Person.

“The real person arrived late.”

A flash of a strange color crossed Su Zinan's eyes, and he said faintly.

The face of the Crane Ridge True Person was thin and long, with an ancient appearance. His eyes were narrow and long like swords. He first looked up at the top, then bowed to Su Zinan, "This humble Daoist dares to ask, Friend Su, could you tell me how to find the Hall of Calamity"

Su Zi Nan patted his mustard seed bag, and several pieces of broken wood flew out. "As I said, the real person arrived a step late. My adoptive father left a mark at Wu Wang Hall, which could be used with an array to trigger it from outside, thus locking onto Wu Wang Hall. Unfortunately, this kind of mark can only be used once. Su, I am not as capable as my adoptive father, and cannot reshape the mark."

"What!"

Master Hegao's eyebrows furrowed deeply, "It can only be used once. Daoist friend, why are you so rash Don't you consult with us first."

Su Zinan flared up in anger, “The things left behind by my adoptive father are mine to use as I please. What business is it of yours! I've heard that you bully others and take advantage of your power. While other martial artists in the Central Plains dare not speak out against you, Su Zinan fears nothing!”

With a cold snort, Su Zinan loudly questioned, "Previously, I personally went to your door, inquiring of Dan Yu Zhenjun if he had ever entered the Wu Wang Palace and requesting guidance from the True Master. Yet, you all acted inscrutably, rejecting me at the door. Now you are showing deference after being aloof, what reason is there for this"

The sound rumbled like thunder.

Across the entire sea area, all cultivators could hear it clearly.

Although everyone knew that Su Zinan was speaking nonsense under the watchful eyes of all, Zhenren Hegao was unable to refute him, his face turning red and white in turn.

Ignoring the unsightly expression on Crane Ridge's face, Su Zinan turned and left with a flick of his sleeve.

Su Zinan and others disappeared into the horizon.

The cultivators below did not leave. Their expressions were varied, pondering over Su Zinan's words and secretly observing Zhenren Hègǎo.

Crane Pavilion's True Person fell silent for a long while before finally moving. Before leaving, his face remained ashen.

...until it flew out of everyone's sight.

This is a test.

He Gao's anger vanished instantly. He glanced in the direction Su Zinan had disappeared, his expression calm, and then floated away gracefully.t about to politely decline.Yu Da Yue seemed to have seen through his thoughts and hurriedly said, "Junior Brother Qin, don't rush into a decision. My senior sister Qing Ting and I just gathered the s...