Mythological origins

After hearing Bai Mo's words, the old housekeeper looked at the sword in the other party's hand with a little doubt, and immediately found a clue.

This seems to be a legacy sword that has been lost in the manor for hundreds of years!

As an old man who has served in the manor for decades, Old Man Ning is naturally familiar with all kinds of history. This legacy that disappeared with a certain owner of the manor, along with the sword, is known to all historians.

Because of the disappearance of this inheritance, the family lost the most powerful lineage, and had to strategically shrink for nearly two hundred years before gradually recovering.

…

Since Bai Mo took the initiative to return the legacy sword that had been lost for hundreds of years, Housekeeper Ning did not ask more about the reason.

He couldn't understand what kind of cultivation this senior had. He didn't have the feeling of refining qi, and he didn't look like the pressure of the family's foundation-building ancestor.

But as soon as his body approached within three meters of the other party, he felt a strange sense of threat as if a thorn was in his back, and both temples were like being pointed at by swords.

Although the old housekeeper had no spiritual roots and could not cultivate immortality, he had already mastered martial arts. Over the past few decades, he had killed several cultivators in the early stage of Qi Refining with his sword in the family war.

But even so, he still felt insecure when facing Bai Mo, and secretly told everyone not to get too close to him.

The matter was of great importance. After confirming Bai Mo's intention, everyone quickly set out on the road back to the manor.

Miss Shi Long, who had always been curious about Bai Mo, also kept her distance under the old housekeeper's instructions.

…

"The front is Fengtian City, a big city under the jurisdiction of Xuanjian Mountain Villa. The owner of the manor has already held a banquet for the seniors in the city lord's mansion."

Housekeeper Ning walked to the front of the team and introduced Bai Mo behind him.

Bai Mo looked up.

In the distance was a city with a very obvious ancient style.

Towering city walls, and several acropolises outside the city.

A circle of moats outside the city.

A constant stream of people can be seen queuing near the city gate waiting to enter the city.

Nothing special, but nothing strange either.

They are from the city lord's mansion, so naturally they don't have to queue up with the poor people.

The guards in the city know that this group of white-clothed swordsmen are the direct descendants of Xuanjian Villa, which belongs to the city lord. They are called Baiyi Yicong, and each of them is an elite who can fight ten people.

As for the old housekeeper who leads them, he is a person who even the city lord has to treat with courtesy.

Xuanjian Villa manages a total of five cities, and Fengtian City is one of them. The city lord has been the people of Xuanjian Villa for many years, and the court basically turns a blind eye to such things.

After all, the so-called royal family of this area has only a foundation-building cultivator behind the back, and everyone has retired from the same upper sect to retire, so everyone gives each other some face, which is enough.

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“Senior Shenzong is so honored to be here. I am sorry for not welcoming you.”

As soon as he arrived at the gate of the City Lord’s Mansion, Bai Mo saw a middle-aged man who looked like a wealthy official, welcoming him with a smile on his face.

The scene was quite funny. A middle-aged man with gray hair respectfully called the handsome young man in front of him as a senior.

But this was not strange in the world of immortal cultivation.

The wealthy official’s name was Shi Lin’an, and he was the current head of the Shi family. Like the one who disappeared six hundred years ago, he also had the cultivation of the late stage of Qi Refining.

However, he knew his own qualifications and had long given up the idea of ​​building a foundation. He returned to the family to preside over the work as the head of the family.

“You’re welcome.”

Bai Mo rarely used these diplomatic rhetoric. In the past, there were only a group of familiar True Immortals in his circle, and he really had no experience in dealing with such occasions.     Looking at this Shi Lin’an, somehow, it suddenly reminded him of the scene when he was young, instructing the grandfather of Chen Xi, who later became his assistant.

In the blink of an eye, it was almost six hundred years ago.

Perhaps because of his physique, Chen Xi's grandfather was not as lucky as Liu Zhen and others later. As early as more than three hundred years ago, he had gone astray during a practice and died.

As Bai Mo's first angel investor in the true sense, it was a pity that he did not show up at the other party's funeral.

At that time, he happened to be sleeping in the Daochen Realm and did not know the news.

"Senior, you have come from afar. My Xuanjian Villa is honored..."

Shi Linan, who had already received the news, looked at the sword in Bai Mo's hand with the corner of his eyes and blew rainbow farts.

He could not see through the other party's cultivation. He did not look like a Qi Refining cultivator or a Foundation Building cultivator, but the huge threat perceived by his soul was real.

This guy in front of him, it might only take one sword to kill him.

As for the possibility that the other party was a Jindan ancestor... It's not that he hadn't thought about it, but in this area, every Jindan cultivator has a name, and he really hasn't heard of such a person who calls himself a divine sect.

...

The scale of this banquet is already the highest standard that the historians can come up with, but the light singing and dancing, the delicious food, don't seem to arouse much interest in the person in front of him.

Shi Linan and the accompanying Fengtian City Lord kept observing Bai Mo throughout the whole process.

The two of them were definitely not unknown people in this area, but in each other's eyes, they seemed to be something, yes, dust.

Like dust.

Bai Mo's response was like a machine that had been programmed.

Not only because of his personality, of course, this was also because he hadn't figured out what attitude he should take to face this world.

In a sense, he was a "fourth disaster" in a sense.

Perhaps at some stage in this real game, there will be NPCs that cannot be defeated temporarily, but death is nothing more than restarting, and all his memories, even the arranged plug-ins, will not disappear.

There is no problem with playing casually and doing crazy things.

But Bai Mo also knows that these are living people in front of him, not real NPCs, and their heads are not leeks, and they will not be refreshed after death.

"Forget it." When the banquet was halfway through, Bai Mo raised his hand gently.

"Senior, what's the matter?"

"Take me to his tomb directly."

At this time, Bai Mo was like a player in the game who lost patience with the formalities and fast-forwarded the NPC dialogue content to speed up the opening of the next stage of the plot content.

"You mean... the 35th head of the family?"

"Probably, this sword was given to me before he died, and I was asked to bring it back if I had the chance." Bai Mo calmly stated this fact.

He did not consider how much shock this sentence would bring to the people present.

Six hundred years, this sword has disappeared for six hundred years!

The Jindan Patriarch only lived for more than 500 years.

"No wonder I have never heard of him..." Shi Linan finally understood what was going on. The other party was not a Jindan at all, but a super figure above the Jindan Patriarch!

As a Qi-refining cultivator, the highest-level boss he had ever heard of was the Jindan Patriarch. As for the higher-level bosses, let alone their names, he didn't even know the level division.