Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

"What?" Yu Tianwan was first surprised, then his expression changed drastically. "He made it?"

Zhang Yuanjing didn't expect Yu Tianwan to react so strongly and was taken aback. He said in a low voice, "Yin Tianfu said it."

Yu Tianwan didn't bother to avoid the name Yin Tianfu and immediately asked, "How did Yin Tianfu say it?"

Zhang Yuanjing said, "Yin Tianfu said that whether it's the seven jade pendants or the so-called imitations in your and Master Uncle's hands, they were actually all made by Headmaster Xie according to the drawings, and they are all genuine products."

"Drawings?" Yu Tianwan's expression was gloomy, and he continued to ask, "Did he say anything else?"

Zhang Yuanjing shook his head: "No, that's all. At that time, this disciple said that the jade in his hand was just a defective product and couldn't compete for opportunities in the mausoleum. Yin Tianfu said the above, and then, um, he attacked."

Yu Tianwan nodded and didn't ask any more questions. He ascended into the air again, looked towards the place where the thunder had just sounded, and remained silent for a long time.

Zhang Yuanjing realized that there was probably a huge secret hidden behind this mausoleum, and what he knew now was just some superficial things.

"Xie Tianwei could have secretly entered this place alone, but why did he have to bring six Core Formation cultivators with him? What is the reason? Yuanjing, have you ever thought about it?" Yu Tianwan slowly landed and asked. He changed his previous address and directly called Xie Tianwei by name, obviously very dissatisfied with him.

Zhang Yuanjing said, "This disciple has thought about it. It must be related to the opportunity he wants to obtain. If the seven people don't enter together, that opportunity will not appear."

"Yes, Yuanjing's words point directly to the key." Yu Tianwan sighed, "If that's the case, if we want to leave this place by refining magical treasures, we will face variables!"

Zhang Yuanjing gasped: "Master Uncle, do you mean that if Headmaster Xie opens that opportunity, we won't be able to get out?"

Yu Tianwan's eyes flickered, as if making a difficult decision. After a few breaths, he said resolutely, "Everything is just speculation and cannot be taken as true. However, Xie Tianwei not only knows the secrets of this place, but also doesn't say a word to us, obviously harboring ulterior motives. Yuanjing, we can't let him run wild in this secret realm. I'm going to stop him!"

"You go to the side hall. If you find a method of refining, quickly refine the Evil-Repelling Umbrella and leave this place. That way, if we are trapped in the mausoleum, you can bring this news out and let Yuanqing and Real Person Tong know the truth!"

"Master Uncle, Xie...Xie Tianwei carries a Thunder Talisman and may be difficult to defeat! Why don't you go to the side hall with me? As long as we can refine the magic weapon as soon as possible, we can still leave the mausoleum!" Zhang Yuanjing advised.

Yu Tianwan's eyes showed sadness: "My Xuantian Sect is at a precarious moment. The Core Formation cultivators here are all indispensable backbones of the sect. How can we suffer too many losses here? Yuanjing, you are not an elder of the Xuantian Sect, and you don't know many things. But I know everything. At this time, it is necessary to preserve our strength. You go to the side hall quickly."

After saying that, he turned his head and hurried towards the east side of the main hall. Just now, when he was overlooking from mid-air, he had already seen the route, so he walked without hesitation. In the blink of an eye, he had disappeared among several halls and pavilions.

Zhang Yuanjing watched his disappearing back and was momentarily at a loss. However, he soon made a decision, turned around and swept past the steps in front of the hall, and walked along a narrow stone road towards the rear of the right hall.

The interior of the hall was winding and twisting, divided into many stone objects and halls, but from the outside, it was actually three courtyards connected by enclosed corridors.

In a short while, he went around to the back of the right hall. There was indeed a small side hall here, only five or six zhang wide and no more than three zhang high. The door of the hall was mottled, and the red walls were white, giving off a desolate atmosphere, as if it were dying.

The door of the hall was open a crack, enough for one person to pass sideways.

Zhang Yuanjing didn't move the wooden door, but slipped in through the crack. A smell of dust came over him.

The space in the hall was not large, about four or five zhang in radius, and it was very dilapidated. Several tables and chairs were damaged, and some were even overturned on the ground. On the innermost side, there was a long table with an incense burner on it, with a handful of incense sticks inserted in it, but only half of the black wooden rods remained.

On the stone wall on the right hung a painting. The painting was of a high mountain. On the giant rock at the top of the mountain, an old man stood with his hands behind his back, only his profile was visible, with prominent features and a long beard fluttering.

What his eyes saw were groups of peaks gathered together, densely packed, with unknown thousands. At the top of each peak, there was a white vortex, very close to each other, but clearly distinguished.

Zhang Yuanjing only took a few more glances and felt dizzy, and couldn't help being shocked.

In this side hall, apart from some broken things, only this painting was the most complete, and it didn't give people a sense of oldness.

He carefully examined the painting several times, then walked over, lifted the painting, and looked at the wall behind the painting, and found nothing wrong.

No wonder Yu Tianwan said he had been here, and he didn't see any storage rings.

However, this painting always made him feel wrong. There was no other reason, it was just somewhat out of place with the situation in this hall.

He knew that Yu Tianwan could definitely see this point, and must have examined it, but he probably didn't find anything before leaving this place.

Zhang Yuanjing remembered the screen wall in the island manor in the lake, and speculated that this painting might be similar, so he released the Azure-Eyed Suanni Beast and Ape Thirteen, and asked the Suanni Beast to look at this painting.

The Azure-Eyed Suanni Beast swept its green eyes, and its gaze fell on the thousands of white vortices. Before long, the green waves in its eyes flowed, circle after circle, and soon became a bottomless pool.

Zhang Yuanjing was worried that it would encounter danger, and was about to ask, but he saw the Suanni Beast's eyes flash, and the deep pool in its eyes disappeared instantly.

The Azure-Eyed Suanni Beast called a few times, its voice was relatively low, and it seemed to carry some doubts.

Ape Thirteen said, "The Suanni Beast said that there is a passage in this painting, but it doesn't know where it leads. It can't tell if there is any danger."

Zhang Yuanjing asked, "How to enter this passage?"

The Azure-Eyed Suanni Beast made a squeaking sound at those white vortices.

"The Suanni Beast can manifest that passage, but the duration is very short, and you must pass through quickly," Ape Thirteen said.

Zhang Yuanjing nodded and said without hesitation, "Then manifest it, I'll go in and take a look, you wait for me outside."

Ape Thirteen didn't want to, and squeaked, "Yuanjing, I'll go too."

Zhang Yuanjing glared at it: "If you go in too, who will tell the Suanni Beast when we come out? Without the Suanni Beast manifesting the passage, wouldn't we be trapped inside to death!"

Ape Thirteen scratched its head, smiled embarrassedly, and didn't say anything.

The Azure-Eyed Suanni Beast called out to Zhang Yuanjing, then released green light from its eyes, and covered the painting. Then, the green light began to wrap around in circles, and soon turned into a light tube as thick as a well opening, connected to the white vortex on the painting.

Zhang Yuanjing flew up and flashed into the light tube, disappearing.