"Sister Si Ming, are there really immortals and fiends?”
Donghuang Xuanji, who was pushed out of the Five Spirit Xuantong by Great Si Ming, looked up at the sun and asked in a daze,
He could not help but sigh at the hard work and wisdom of the Yin-Yang School's ancestors. They had entered the same place, but when they came out, they had become a strange place!
"I don't know! However, pursuing them was His Holiness's life goal and the meaning of their existence!”
Great Si Ming shook his head. How could she explain such a thing?
"Hey, let's go. This is my first time leaving the Yin-Yang School. I must take a good look around!”
Donghuang Xuanji laughed at himself and suppressed the silence in his heart. Looking at the green mountains and clear waters around him, his mood became much better!
Hearing this, Great Si Ming hesitated because His Majesty, the Eastern Emperor, had ordered her to send her young master back to the canyon immediately. But now, her young master had suggested that she should enjoy the scenery, which made her very embarrassed!
As expected, every emperor had his own courtiers. You cannot offend the current Donghuang, and you must not offend the next Donghuang!
Thinking of this, a trace of grievance gushed out from the bottom of Great Si Ming's heart!
Seeing that the wheelchair did not move for a long time, Donghuang Xuanji turned his head in surprise and saw Great Si Ming's troubled and aggrieved expression. He was instantly stunned!
"Send me back, but slow down. That way, I can still enjoy the scenery!”
"Yes, sir!"
Great Si Ming was touched. As a disciple of the Yin-Yang School, even if he was the current leader of the Fire Sect, he could never disobey the orders of Donghuang, unless…Xue Qingfeng passed away…
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Han Country
As a country where the Yin-Yang School had already begun to plot, the infiltration of the Yin-Yang School had never stopped since three years ago!
About 50 kilometers south of Han Country's capital, Xin Zheng, a huge bird flew across the sky. If one looked closely, they would realize that it was not a huge bird at all, but a colored mechanical beast!
The Mohist family's machine-operated beast, the blood bird Vermilion Bird. The machine-operated beast's original name was Vermilion Bird, but because of its master's slaughter, it had turned red!
Xing Po stood on the blood bird Vermilion Bird, quietly looking at the distant horizon, but his heart was filled with thoughts.
Three years ago, His Majesty the Eastern Emperor had given the order to infiltrate the Han Nation to avenge Madam Chuxi. The entire Yin-Yang School had been activated like an unstoppable war machine, and even Xing Po, who had been ordered to search for the war orphans, was no exception!
This time, he went to Xin Zheng to meet a spy of the Yin-Yang School in Han Country. He told him that there was still a five to ten year incubation period. This made the smiling guy's expression instantly turn crazy as if he had eaten a mouthful of hot sh * t!
Without any hesitation, he killed the orphan that Star Soul had collected. However, that ruthless person still could not vent his anger. In the end, he burned the orphan's corpse to ashes before he stopped!
Xing Po could understand. With her age, she was at the peak of her glory. Anyone would feel resentful if she was buried here. Fortunately, she knew her limits and did not touch her blood bird Vermilion Bird at all. Otherwise...
Taking out the wine from the Vermilion Bird wooden box, Star Soul gulped down a few mouthfuls. Then, he controlled the mechanical beast to slowly land on the ground. Just now, he saw a village not far away in the sky!
Although his inner energy was extremely deep, his martial arts were unfathomable, and his ultimate skill, Qi Condensation Blade, was the best in the world, all of this could not change the fact that he was nearly a hundred years old and his body was declining!
Flying at high speeds, the strong wind current was already making his body unable to take it!
Although it was spring, Xing Po was still wearing a layer of mink undergarment. He tightened his slightly tattered outer layer of clothes. He was like an old man in his twilight years. He walked towards the village step by step with his hunched body that had never bent before in the Yin-Yang School!
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"Hand it over, you bastard, jinx. You don't have the right to enjoy the food given by the village chief!”
At the outskirts of the village, a group of boys and girls surrounded a child in the middle, punching and kicking him. A 15 or 16-year-old youth, who was obviously the leader, kicked the curled up child and snatched half of the flatbread that he was protecting tightly. He then threw it on the ground and stepped on it with a disgusted expression.
"Get lost, bastard!"
The child curled up on the ground raised his head and stared at the young man. The strange pattern on his face made the young man take a step back. The child took the opportunity to take back the small piece of flatbread that was covered in dirt. He protected it tightly in his chest and let the group of children punch and kick him!
From the beginning to the end, he did not say a word, even if it was a muffled groan!
"F * ck, how dare you scare me!"
Being scared away in front of his friends, the young man felt very embarrassed. He felt that his friends were looking at him with mocking eyes!
In his rage, the young man picked up a withered wooden stick on the ground that was as thick as a baby's fist. He raised the stick high and whipped it at the child, breaking the wooden stick!
The child's curled up body was still motionless, but the intense pain made him unable to help but groan in pain. Tears silently mixed with the dirt on his face and slid into his dry lips!
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