Mortal Seeking Immortal

Before setting off, Ye Zhou had seen the image of his old friend at the Sixth Elder's place. He quickly looked at these people. In just a few moments, Ye Zhou had looked at all of them.

To Ye Zhou's disappointment, he did not find the person he was looking for among these people.

It seemed that the person was trapped in Fengcheng. Judging from the current situation in Fengcheng, the person was probably in danger.

Shi Yuntian saw the disappointment in Ye Zhou's eyes and asked, "I wonder if Fellow Daoist Ye is going to stay and wait for us to deal with the demon cultivators before entering Fengcheng to look for people, or is he going back to the sect to report now?"

Ye Zhou said, "Since I came out on the order of the master, no matter whether the person is alive or dead, I must see it with my own eyes before I can report back."

Then Ye Zhou looked at the people in front of him and asked, "Do you know a female cultivator named Lin Qiaoer? She is the eldest daughter of the Lin Mansion in Fengcheng."

As soon as Ye Zhou finished speaking, he saw those people looking at each other, obviously not knowing who Lin Qiaoer was. Just when Ye Zhou was disappointed, he suddenly heard the thin young cultivator standing at the back timidly said, "Senior, I know Lin Qiaoer."

As soon as the young cultivator finished speaking, he saw the cultivators standing in front of him move aside.

Ye Zhou then saw clearly that the clothes of this young monk were different from those of other monks. He wore silk and satin that only rich people in the mortal world could afford. However, the silk and satin had become somewhat dirty.

The young cultivator was only at the fourth level of Qi training. He timidly lowered his head and walked in front of Ye Zhou. He bowed his hands and saluted to Ye Zhou and said, "Junior Lin He, meet the two seniors."

Ye Zhou nodded and said, "Your surname is Lin? Who is Lin Qiao'er to you?"

Lin He said, "Senior, I am the adopted son of the Lin family."

Ye Zhou asked, "Is Lin Qiao'er still trapped in Fengcheng now?"

Lin He said, "Qiao'er was clamoring to go to the place where the Wanyun Sect cultivators were stationed on the day of the accident, so she went."

"Not long after that, the demon cultivators attacked Fengcheng. At that time, the people in the city were in a panic. I was lucky to escape from a hole under the city wall that the demon cultivators had not occupied yet. I didn't see Qiao'er after I came out. I think Qiao'er should be with the Wanyun Sect cultivators."

Recalling the scene on the day the city fell, Lin He's eyes were still full of fear.

Shi Yuntian on the side said after hearing this: "Since he is with the monks of Wanyun Sect, he should not have been killed by the demons."

Ye Zhou looked at Shi Yuntian after hearing this. Shi Yuntian waved his hand to let these people retreat, and took Ye Zhou to the middle area behind him. As he walked, he said to Ye Zhou: "To be honest, yesterday my senior received a distress signal from the monks of Wanyun Sect in Fengcheng."

Shi Yuntian said again: "Fellow Daoist Ye, since the person you are looking for is still in Fengcheng, I am afraid that he will not be able to leave for a while. I will ask someone to arrange a place for you."

Ye Zhou said: "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Shi."

Shi Yuntian ordered people to find an uninhabited simple stone house for Ye Zhou in the central area. After arranging Ye Zhou properly, he hurriedly left and continued to check the monks entering and leaving the camp.

Ye Zhou stayed in the stone house for two days.

During these two days, many monks hurried to this camp, and the camp became more and more lively day by day.

However, most of the cultivators who came here were from small sects, small families, and independent cultivators. Only a few disciples from the four sects and three schools came to support.

While waiting for the siege, the Chixia Sect also opened a small market in the camp, so that the cultivators in the camp could exchange various resources such as spiritual stones and spiritual plants for their needs.

Of course, Ye Zhou stayed in the stone house and did not go out to the market.

While Ye Zhou was practicing in the stone house, several figures flying swords slowly descended from the sky above the camp.

If Ye Zhou was here, he would definitely recognize the cultivators who hurried to the camp. They were the five cultivators he rescued from the hands of the demon cultivators on the way to Fengcheng that day.

However, there were two more of the five cultivators, one of whom was a pale and handsome young man, and the other was a beautiful girl. Both of them were wearing the clothes of an unknown small family, and it seemed that they were from the same family.

Judging from the aura of these two people, they were only at the eleventh or twelfth level of Qi training.

Before the seven people landed, Shi Yuntian's stern voice came from below, and at the same time, several foundation-building cultivators' spiritual senses swept over the seven people: "Who are you? Do you have an identity token?"

The middle-aged male cultivator in the lead hurriedly took out an identity token from his arms. Shi Yuntian's spiritual sense swept over the identity token. After confirming that the token was correct, he asked again: "Are these people behind you all from your family?"

The middle-aged male cultivator nodded hurriedly.

Shi Yuntian said: "Let them pass."

As soon as the voice fell, the formation covering the sky above the camp slowly opened a passage, and the seven people entered the camp one after another through the passage.

As soon as the middle-aged male cultivator and others landed, they saw a Chixia Sect outer sect disciple coming out from the side. He didn't say much, and directly brought a few people to the outer area where the tents were set up. He explained a few words to the person in charge of the outer area, and then left in a hurry without looking at the middle-aged male cultivator.

The reason was simple. There were too many monks from various sects and families who came to the camp in the past few days, and he had to hurry back to arrange for other monks who came here.

The monk in charge of the outer area arranged two tents for the seven middle-aged male monks.

As soon as the middle-aged male cultivator and his companions entered the tent, they quickly glanced inside the tent. They did not see anyone else, and a pleading look appeared on the middle-aged male cultivator's face.

But before he could speak, the beautiful girl took out a red fist-sized gem from the storage bag on her waist.

The beautiful girl pinched a spell and injected some spiritual power into the gem. Suddenly, a faint red light was emitted from the red gem, which quickly enveloped them and blocked the outside world's spiritual sense from detecting them.

The middle-aged male cultivator hurriedly knelt in front of the two beautiful girls with the four people behind him, begging: "My two lords, we have brought you to this camp, can you let us go now?"

The beautiful girl said coldly: "Why are you in such a hurry? If I let you go now, I can't guarantee that you won't run out and tell others something. I will let you go after the siege is over."

The middle-aged male cultivator wanted to say more, but he saw the pale and handsome young man standing next to the beautiful girl suddenly coughed twice, and a few blushes appeared on his face.

The middle-aged male cultivator was frightened by these sudden coughs and trembled, and hurriedly shut up. It can be seen that he was very afraid of this pale and handsome young man.