Chapter 379: Grave Digging So Skillfully

With a calm face, he asked, "That Yan Hong, is that the person you were talking about?"

Murong Ji nodded: "I don't know why, the two Yan Hongs have different personalities."

"Maybe it was just one person, but it was hard to admit it at the time."

Murong Ji shook his head. "No, it's very difficult to replace someone. Personality and habits, even if they are similar, the light in their eyes will not be the same."

Lu Xueqi frowned slightly and said nothing more. In that case, she could only test Yan Hong and Li Xun.

That night, Murong Ji and Lu Xueqi were having dinner when a voice was heard outside the yard.

"Junior Brother Murong! Long time no see!"

After a few steps, he entered the yard, and a few more steps to the door. Standing in front of the door, Li Xun pushed the door open and looked into the house.

He met Lu Xueqi's slightly angry eyes.

After not seeing each other for a long time, Li Xun's heart sank when he saw Lu Xueqi again.

Compared to the last time they met, Lu Xueqi had gained some weight and looked more mature than she had a few years ago. Her sky-blue gilded Taoist robe, though loose, could not conceal Lu Xueqi's proud figure, and the charm and grace of a mature and beautiful woman.

"Junior Sister Lu...Junior Sister Lu, it's been a long time."

Murong Ji's face was somewhat gloomy, and he said in a deep voice: "Brother Li Xun, your master is dead, but you can still smile so happily and have a peaceful mentality. This is really enviable."

Li Xun woke up instantly, his best mood was ruined, his face drooped instantly, and he looked coldly at Murong Ji who was eating happily.

"Brother Murong, is the food delicious?"

Murong Ji took a bite of food and fed it to Lu Xueqi's mouth. Lu Xueqi was a little speechless. Why is she getting more and more childish? ! In the end, she didn't refuse and ate it in one bite.

"This won't do. The food isn't very good. The appearance isn't good. Didn't you see that Xueqi has lost her appetite? Seeing some of these things makes me feel sick and nauseous."

"Let me tell you, Xueqi likes to eat the black pine mushrooms from the Shiwanda Mountains and the golden carp from Liangchuan. And there's another one called Chuwu, who likes the bone marrow of tigers the most."

The corner of Li Xun's mouth twitched. These things, no matter which one they were, were all top-notch cultivation resources, and they didn't have many in Fenxiang Valley.

Just as she was about to speak and confront Murong Ji, Murong Ji continued, "Look, Xueqi hasn't eaten or slept well these past few days, and she has lost weight."

Lu Xueqi: “…”

Murong Ji suddenly came back to his senses and asked in surprise, "Brother Li Xun, these things must be in Fenxiang Valley, right?!"

"Oh my, blame me, blame me. It's all my fault for being too talkative. Fenxiang Valley just experienced a great war, with countless casualties. These things should be used to replenish the bodies of other brothers."

Then, Murong Ji seemed to understand something again, "Oh, it's all my fault for being too talkative. I poked Brother Li Xun's lungs and reminded Brother Li Xun of sad things."

"But... I don't think Senior Brother Li Xun is too unhappy about the death of his master. I speak without restraint, Senior Brother Li Xun won't blame me, right?"

Li Xun held onto the door frame tightly, his anger suppressed in his heart, the smile on his face became more and more forced, but looking at Lu Xueqi's cold face, he couldn't move away.

"Ouch! Senior Brother Li Xun, you look so ferocious, could it be that your injury has relapsed?!!"

"Murong Ji!" Li Xun couldn't help it anymore and roared angrily.

Murong Ji put down his bowl and chopsticks, burped, and looked at Li Xun with a smile on his face, but this smile seemed a little strange no matter how you looked at it.

"Senior Brother Li Xun, what advice do you have for me?" The voice was no longer teasing, but it still made him tremble with fear.

Invisible murderous aura seemed to be gathering. Li Xun was naturally unwilling to be weak, but at this critical juncture, he did not want to really fight with Murong Ji.

Lu Xueqi suddenly grabbed Murong Ji's wrist, as if she had grasped Murong Ji's weak spot. The murderous aura suddenly dissipated and disappeared without a trace.

"Thank you for your concern, Brother Li Xun. My husband and I are very grateful. It's getting late, please go back, Brother Li Xun." Lu Xueqi's voice was very cold and distant, which made Li Xun feel relieved.

Li Xun's expression became much better. He nodded and said, "I'll take my leave now. Good night, Junior Sister Lu."

Early the next morning.

After paying tribute to Yun Yilan and Shangguan Ce, everyone decided to organize a cleanup of the Shiwandashan Mountains.

How long has it been since the monster catastrophe? Regardless of whether what Fenxiang Valley said was true or false, the monsters in the Hundred Thousand Mountains could be allowed to develop secretly.

It has to be cleared from time to time.

More importantly, the flesh, blood, and bones of monsters can be used as resources for cultivation.

It is no secret that the noble families affiliated with the Qingyun Sect are secretly gathering monsters.

How could the Shiwanda Mountains, as the habitat of monsters and beasts, be let go?

On the third day, everyone discussed this matter in the Shanhe Hall of Fenxiang Valley. The benefits involved were really too great and it was extremely important to the human race.

After the rules were set, someone suddenly asked, "Nephew Murong, what do you think?"

Murong Ji frowned slightly and glanced at the person who was speaking. He didn't recognize him, but since he dared to call him nephew, he must be of the same generation as his master. If he was an important person, his master would have told him long ago.

Who else dares to act so arrogantly over the three major clans?

"Don't call me nephew, I don't know who you are."

After the words fell, there was a dead silence in the Mountain and River Palace. Li Xun, who was sitting on a high seat, burst out laughing, "Ignorance!"

These words are so ambiguous that it is hard to understand. No one can tell whether they are mocking Murong Ji or that person for not knowing his own limitations.

"Hahaha, I don't often walk around in the world, so it's not your fault that you don't know who I am." The old man stroked his beard and said, "I'm not asking for money. I'm an alchemist. When Senior Brother Tian was alive, we often exchanged ideas about alchemy."

Murong Ji's pupils shrank. He was Tian Buyi's successor. All his skills in alchemy were passed on to him. If there really was such a person, he would have told him long ago.

Don't say that there is no time to tell him. Before Zhang Xiaofan went up the mountain, he began to teach Murong Ji the art of alchemy.

All in all, I have studied for fifteen years. What kind of friend is it that I haven’t been in touch with for fifteen years and hasn’t even said a word to my disciple?
Murong Ji looked at him with a half-smile and asked, "Oh, what advice do you have, senior?"

Mo Wenqian's face darkened instantly, and he exhaled slowly, "I don't have any other requests, I just want to ask if Junior Brother Murong can give me the blood-based alchemy method."

Mo Wenqian glanced at everyone and said, "The essence, blood, bones and flesh of monsters can be used by our human race. This is a great good. If Junior Brother Murong can take it out, he will surely become famous in the alchemy world."

"For the sake of all the people in this world and the great cause of the human race..."

Murong Ji couldn't help it and interrupted him directly, "For the sake of the people of the world, then why didn't I see you during the monster catastrophe and the battle between good and evil?!"

"This... this... my fighting ability is not strong, Yu Dan said..."

"Hmph!" Murong Ji dumped his teacup on the table. "How about the alchemy? Aren't you a senior who can make elixirs for all the cultivators in the world for free?"

Everyone looked at each other, then at each other. No one from the three major sects spoke. After a long silence, Li Xun finally said, "The next topic is the deployment of defenses."

……

A meeting lasted for more than a day, and when it was finally over, it was already the fourth day.

The one representing Qingyun Sect is Lu Xueqi, after all, she is the head of Qingyun Sect.

At midnight, Murong Ji climbed up from Lu Xueqi's belly, tidied himself up gently, and the two of them walked towards the ancestor's tomb of Fenxiang Valley.

The number of people in Fenxiang Valley has been drastically reduced, and many of the disciples' courtyards are empty. There are not enough people to deploy defenses.

The two of them easily arrived at the burial place of the ancestor of Fenxiang Valley.

It was a valley. I took a quick glance at it in the moonlight, but couldn't see anything. However, the smell of incense in the air was extremely strong.

For some reason, Murong Ji thought of those incense gods.

Murong Ji walked forward and, following the traces left not long ago, pulled out the door-sealing stone that was blocking the tomb door. The two of them walked in stealthily.

Lu Xueqi looked at Murong Ji's extremely skilled movements, frowned slightly, and suddenly asked a question: "When I sent my master into the cemetery, the stone that sealed the door showed signs of movement. Did you..."

Murong Ji froze, his face a little stiff, afraid that Lu Xueqi would see it, and quickly shook his head, "No, what am I going to do in there?"

Lu Xueqi frowned slightly and lowered her head to think. It would be disrespectful to disturb the place where the ancestor is sleeping. Who else could it be but Murong Ji?

Digging up the graves in Fenxiang Valley, his movements were so skillful...

When he came to his senses, Murong Ji had already found the coffins of Yun Yilan and Shangguan Ce.

After opening the coffin, Lu Xueqi looked inside and saw Yun Yilan, whose face was pale. Her brows instantly furrowed.

The jade-faced statue, carved by Yun Yilan, is lifelike, but fake is fake.

"What's going on? Yun Yilan is also the head of a sect, why wouldn't he leave behind a corpse?"

Murong Ji's face gradually darkened, "Either he faked his death, or he was possessed by a demon. Or, he died without a complete body."

Lu Xueqi's face suddenly became solemn. Before she could figure out the result, she saw Murong Ji taking out a bone from under the beauty.

"Yun Yilan is really dead?!"

Lu Xueqi took a closer look and found that the bone was completely black. It was a leg bone, but it had no luster? ! !

What is Yun Yilan's cultivation level? The ninth level of the Zhiyang Realm, one of the top leaders of the human race, with spiritual light in his bones.

One can even infer his cultivation level during his lifetime by the luster of his bones.

Lu Xueqi felt a little chilly, and as she watched Murong Ji looking at her carefully, goose bumps appeared all over her body.

"All his bones have been taken away by others, but Yun Yilan is still enjoying himself in his old age."

"What did you say?" Lu Xueqi was so shocked by Murong Ji's words that she couldn't close her jaw.

(End of this chapter)