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In a beautiful attic in Sanxinfang City.

An old man in a yellow robe with wrinkles on his face was scolding a young man in a blue shirt. On the left and right sides of the old man in the yellow robe, there were more than a dozen young men and women. Their clothes were embroidered with a lifelike green python. These people were from the Wang family of Qingmangling, a family of immortal cultivators in the Tang Dynasty.

"I asked you to send a sound transmission talisman, but you wanted to show your face, but ended up showing your butt. Now you have offended Li Mubai. Li Mubai said that he would not sell spiritual medicine to our Wang family. Are you happy? Are you satisfied?" The old man in the yellow robe said coldly, looking like he was disappointed in his son.

"Third uncle, calm down. My nephew just thinks Li Mubai is a little arrogant and wants to suppress his momentum so that he can sell us more spiritual medicine." The young man in the blue shirt explained timidly.

"Hmph, Li Mubai is quite capable, he has the qualifications to be arrogant, do you? The five sects of the Tang Dynasty all have to be polite to Li Mubai, they don't dare to show off to Li Mubai, where do you get the confidence to show off to Li Mubai? If Li Mubai really doesn't sell the spiritual medicine to our Wang family, can you bear this sin?"

"Let's change into ordinary clothes and book the spiritual medicine on them. I don't believe that Li Mubai will know the family background of the customers who book the spiritual medicine." The blue-shirted young man retorted somewhat unconvinced.

The yellow-robed old man glared and scolded unceremoniously: "Calling you stupid is flattering you. If you just want to book a batch of spiritual medicine, do you need me to take action? Hmph, if I didn't want to make friends with the power behind Li Mubai, why would I go to Sanxin Market in person? Now it's good, you have offended Li Mubai, all these are gone."

"I didn't think of these, you don't explain clearly." The blue-shirted young man whispered.

"Shut up, Wang Shuo, you still refuse to admit that you did something wrong? If this matter is reported back to the clan, even your father, the clan leader, can't protect you. Ten years of confinement is the least of your punishment." A scholar in white clothes with a bookish look on his face shouted in a deep voice.

The blue-shirted young man was startled and dared not say anything else.

"Uncle San, please calm down. Wang Shuo is young after all. He has been practicing in the clan. He has not considered some things comprehensively. The matter is done. There is no point in saying more. I think we should find a way to remedy it!" The scholar in white clothes suggested.

"Remedy? How to remedy it, Zhan Tang, tell me in detail." The yellow-robed old man asked with a relaxed expression.

"The world is bustling, and people come and go for profit. Xiancao Pavilion is a spiritual herb shop. Li Mubai is just the shopkeeper. He has no reason to be at odds with Lingshi. When Xiancao Pavilion is open tonight, let's prepare a generous gift and bring Wang Shuo with him, and let him apologize to Li Mubai. I believe Li Mubai will not refuse."

The yellow-robed old man nodded and said, "This is a good idea. Let's do it. Wang Shuo, if you dare to talk nonsense tonight and anger Li Mubai, hum, you don't have to go back to the clan. I won't let you off easily."

"Did you hear that, Wang Shuo, lower your posture tonight and put away your young master's airs. If you really offend Li Mubai, you will not have a good result." The white-robed scholar warned solemnly.

"Grandson understands, grandson knows what to do." Wang Shuo's heart trembled, and he nodded honestly.

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The Tianyin Mountains are located in the northwest of Qin State, stretching for more than 100,000 miles. There are countless dangerous mountains and peaks. There are gusts of cold wind and the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling can often be heard.

It is said that tens of thousands of years ago, the Great Zhou State and the Wu State gathered millions of troops in the Tianyin Mountains to fight a decisive battle. That battle was a river of blood, corpses were everywhere, and countless wronged souls were killed. It is said that every night, there are ghost soldiers fighting in the mountains with weapons.

In the eyes of local people, the Tianyin Mountains are also called the Mountain of Death. Once you enter the Mountain of Death, you will not come out alive. There is no way out.

In the eyes of Qin State cultivators, the Tianyin Mountains are an inviolable sacred place. The reason is very simple. The Tianyin Mountains are the headquarters of the Tianmo Sect, the largest sect in Qin State.

Tens of thousands of years ago, Tianmo Shangren founded the Tianmo Sect in the Tianyin Mountains.

After the efforts of several generations of Tianmo Sect masters, the Tianmo Sect has become a behemoth with tens of thousands of disciples, making it the largest sect in Qin State.

On the top of a thousand-foot-high peak, on a spacious black stone platform, stands a black palace over thirty feet high. A large number of skulls are inlaid on the thick stone pillars. The silver plaque above the entrance of the palace is engraved with three large characters "Heavenly Demon Palace".

If you look closely, you can find that each character is alive, twisting constantly, revealing a hideous human face from time to time, and making a "woohoo" ghost howl from the mouth.

In the Heavenly Demon Palace, a man in his thirties in a black robe sat on a chair. The black-robed man had a dignified face and a sense of majesty without anger.

The black-robed man was tall and thin, with a gloomy face, and the fluctuations of his mana were vague.

Under the black-robed man, a tall and thin old man in a yellow robe knelt.

"Master, this is what happened. We tried our best, but we couldn't provoke an internal conflict among the five sects of the Tang Dynasty. We just made the Tang Dynasty's cultivation world nervous for a while." The yellow-robed old man said cautiously, looking very nervous.

The man in black robe was none other than Qin Wuji, the leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Qin Wuji pondered for a while and said, "Where is the disciple who carried out the mission with you!"

"They have returned to the headquarters in batches, but several people are missing."

"This sect master has always been clear about rewards and punishments. No matter what, you did not complete the task this time, so I will cut off one arm as a punishment." Qin Wuji said coldly, without any anger in his tone.

"Thank you, Master." The old man in the yellow robe felt relieved and thanked him. With a flip of his palm, a short sword as black as ink appeared in his hand.

He raised the black short sword and was about to chop at his left arm. At this time, Qin Wuji said, "Wait a minute, now is the time to use people, you should keep this hand for now! Is there any other way to disrupt the order of the Tang Dynasty's cultivation world? If you can't think of it, there is no need to keep this hand."

"I have thought of it on the way back. It is probably impossible to cause civil unrest in the Tang Dynasty's cultivation world just by killing a few Jindan cultivators. I suggest destroying a few cultivation families or a cultivation sect. The cultivation of the Tang Dynasty There are not many immortal families. They have a close relationship with the Five Sects of the Tang Dynasty. There is no Nascent Soul cultivator in the family. Taixu Sect is the last of the Five Sects of the Tang Dynasty. According to the information sent back by the insider, Taixu Sect has only one Nascent Soul cultivator. If Taixu Sect is destroyed, the Tang Dynasty's immortal cultivation world will definitely be in turmoil for a while. "

"Destroy several immortal families or an immortal sect!" Qin Wuji was a little tempted. He thought for a moment and ordered: "You go down first! Don't tell anyone about this matter. If the news leaks out, I will never let you off easily."