HCB Chapter 533 A familiar figure
Chapter 533 A familiar figure
"I'm going to meet a few human monks later. They are all extremely vicious and cruel people. They love to peel off the skin of foxes and extract their tendons..."
Ziyu's tail suddenly lifted up, and fear surged in her heart, causing her hair to stand on end. "Xiao Du! Let's go!"
After Zi Yu ran a hundred meters away in one breath, she rushed back and threw a storage bag to Bai Lan.
"You've been away from home for a long time. I bet you'll be hiding and crying when no one is around. Inside are the flowers and plants I picked in Fuli Valley. Take a look at these when you miss the valley."
After she finished speaking, she and Xiaodu transformed into two beams of light and disappeared on the shore of Beiming Island.
......She still considers herself as a member of the same clan as foxes. She really does. Bai Lan cried to death.
Her spiritual sense swept over the flowers and plants in the storage bag in her hand. They were all magical herbs and flowers unique to the Qiyun Mountains. The monster-luring grass even filled most of the storage bag. She was afraid that she had relied on the power of the princess to pull out all the monster-luring grass in the entire Fuli Valley.
Putting away the storage bag, Bai Lan slowly looked towards the three figures flying on swords coming from the junction of water and sky in the distance.
Long Aotian, Long Yanran, and Qing Wan, the cultivator with the highest cultivation level among the three who is in the early Jindan stage.
When a cultivator was flying on a sword, he would often extend his spiritual sense to scan the surrounding environment to avoid any accidents. However, when Long Aotian's spiritual sense came into contact with the familiar face in the distance that revealed a faint and gentle smile, his brain suddenly went blank and he almost fell off the flying sword.
Long Aotian shuddered all over, stumbled, and turned the flying sword to escape in the opposite direction. He was so fast that even Long Yanran and Qing Wan didn't care.
"Aotian..."
Qing Wan was stunned. Just as she was about to chase Long Aotian, she was pinned to the spot by the pressure of the Nascent Soul coming from behind. She could only watch as Long Yanran took out the soul-binding rope from the storage bag and tied her up tightly.
She stared at Long Yanran, her beautiful face filled with anger, but she only smiled faintly. She swiftly lifted her onto her shoulders, took the storage bag from her waist, and whispered, "Sister Qingwan, if you're a good boy, I can spare your life because of our friendship on Suzaku Island."
Qing Wan still stared at Long Yanran, and her worried eyes looked in the direction where Long Aotian left from time to time.
"Instead of worrying about Long Aotian, you should worry about yourself." After saying this, Long Yanran put away the flying sword at her feet and looked at Bai Lan: "Master, Qing Wan is here."
"it is good......"
Before Bai Lan finished speaking, Fu Lao, who was hidden in her sea of consciousness, spoke excitedly in a trembling voice: "Yanran!!!"
"Second Master! How are you these days?" When Long Yanran heard Master Fu's voice, her eyes suddenly lit up.
Fu Lao's eyes narrowed into wrinkles as he smiled. "Good! Second Master is always fine. As long as you're okay, that's all. I hope Long Aotian didn't do anything to you. Come on, use your power to show Second Master."
The master and disciple had not seen each other for a long time and were eager to reminisce about the past. Bai Lan handed the soul-nourishing wood containing Master Fu's soul to Long Yanran, and then looked at Qing Wan.
"Who are you? Why did you kidnap me? Do you know who I am? If you dare to attack me, Suzaku Island will not let you go!"
"Don't worry. I'll have to trouble the young island master to lead the way to Suzaku Island in a few days. I've heard that Suzaku Island is jointly run by two island masters in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul stage. They work hand in hand and are deeply in love. I'd like to go and experience it for myself."
Qingwan's pupils shrank and she suddenly panicked.
This person knew her background but still dared to attack her, which only shows that the power behind her is stronger than that of Suzaku Island.
At the same time, Long Aotian, who had already left thousands of meters away, was hurriedly trying to take out the small teleportation array from his storage bag, but found that the storage bag on his waist had been stolen by someone at some point.
He was shocked and even more panicked. He could only mobilize all his spiritual power to fly quickly, but he found that when he was mobilizing all his spiritual power, the spiritual power in his body became more and more stagnant. Several wisps of poisonous mist emerged from various parts of his meridians, hindering his mobilization of spiritual power.
Is this...poison? When was it administered? Who did it?
Long Aotian was shocked, but at this moment he had no time to look for the murderer. In just a few breaths, Long Aotian couldn't even mobilize the spiritual power to control the flying sword. He fell straight into the sea and floundered around like a drowned chicken.
Just at this moment, a strand of transparent silk thread slowly floated out as if it had seen enough of the show. In his astonished sight, the life-binding silk thread slowly spelled out the four words "Nothing more than that", and then, in Long Aotian's fiery sight, it wrapped around him and dragged him in the water towards Beiming Island.
With his cultivation level at the Foundation Establishment Stage, he was no match for the spiritual treasure whose combat power was comparable to that of an ordinary Nascent Soul. At this moment, he could only be entangled by transparent silk threads and float in the water, his heart as cold as the sea water.
This feeling was extremely familiar. He had only experienced this kind of heart-wrenching feeling of life's ups and downs in Wuyunzhou and Cangwuzhou.
But ever since he escaped to the boundless sea, a place without Bai Lan, he has been able to thrive like a fish in water, as if he had been freed from his shackles.
He holds the pure and lovely Long Yanran in his left hand, and the beautiful and gentle Qingwan in his right hand. His father-in-law and mother-in-law from Suzaku Island admire him very much, and he can even step on the second-generation young master of Minghe Island.
Even his cultivation level improved by leaps and bounds. With the nourishment of natural resources and treasures, he quickly reached the late stage of foundation building and was only one step away from forming a pill.
But just now, just now, his spiritual sense saw Bai Lan.
It wasn't an illusion, the woman was smiling at him, she saw herself!
Just a few breaths seemed as long as three years to Long Aotian. The moment he was dragged ashore, he didn't even dare to look back at the figure, and he knew he couldn't escape.
He had tried his best to cultivate to the seventh level of the Foundation Establishment Stage, but after not seeing her for several months, he could not detect any aura from that woman at all. It was obvious that she had already reached the Core Formation Stage.
I can’t fight him, I really can’t fight him at all.
Wait, that figure is...
"Yan, Yanran! Why are you standing behind that woman!" Long Aotian saw Long Yanran behind Bai Lan and his eyes widened: "Could it be that you are..."