Chapter 646

Time rewound to before Xiang Yuyin attacked Gao Haoguang and the others.

After kicking out all the seekers of the Dao, the master and disciple of Qianji Pavilion hastily cast a talisman.

As the gold-and-red talisman slowly burned in the air, a genderless voice immediately emerged from it.

"Jin Miao? Why the sudden call?"

Seeing they had successfully contacted their pavilion master, Jin Miao and Hu Hu Dasheng both exhaled in relief, then recounted everything that had just happened.

Meanwhile, in a quiet courtyard.

After listening to the two disciples' account, an owl with a yellow talisman pasted on its head slowly raised its ears.

'Can it stir the art-souls within the Silk Road?'

Since becoming Qianji Pavilion's master, this was the first time it had encountered such a situation.

After a brief recollection, the owl confirmed no such record existed within the pavilion.

But since it could stir those art-souls, the mysterious entity Jin Miao mentioned must be tied to Qianji Pavilion—or even Sanzhenfa Sect.

Combined with its karmic links to Wanye over the past century,

a terrifying hypothesis slowly rose in the owl's mind.

After a brief silence, it spoke: "I want to meet Him. Prepare yourselves."

"Yes." Upon hearing this, Jin Miao and Hu Hu Dasheng were startled, then recited solemnly, "Welcome the Master of Qianji."

As their words faded, the talisman in the air burned rapidly, and a pale blue owl phantom appeared before them.

After a quick glance around the scene, the owl asked: "Where is he?"

"Hu Dasheng has already sent the puppet soldiers out to search. They should find the mysterious man soon."

"Had I known this would happen, I'd have sent Huang Hua with you."

"Master, you're too kind."

As Jin Miao conversed with the owl, Hu Dasheng's expression gradually stiffened.

She stared at the footage returned by the puppet soldier and spoke in a dry, strained voice: "Master… Miss Miao… I found him. But… there are Jiujie Sect people there too, and the other two marked by the secret technique in the Silk Road are there as well."

Upon hearing this, the Qianji Pavilion master's head spun one hundred eighty degrees: "Jiujie Sect? Those bastards are here too?"

She ignored the girl's later words, her attention seized by the top-seeking force in the Divine Ability world.

"Yes."

In response to the master's question, Hu Dasheng nodded.

Just as she was about to say more, she froze in place, then spoke with difficulty: "Master… the one we're looking for… he might be a Supreme of some sect."

"Supreme" was not a title anyone could claim; in the Divine Ability world, only the leaders of major factions deserved it.

Upon hearing this, the owl fell silent.

Could the Supreme's true identity really be what I suspect?

As the Qianji Pavilion master pondered how to investigate the target's identity, Hu Dasheng suddenly cried out: "They're fighting! The other group are Sanzhenfa Sect disciples—Jiujie Sect has attacked!"

"But Sanzhenfa…"

The girl was about to ask her master what Sanzhenfa Sect was when she saw it vanish in a streak of light toward the distance.

"Master?!"

Seeing this, Jin Miao and Hu Dasheng froze, then rushed after it.

On the other side.

As the owl phantom neared him, Xiang Yuyin frowned slightly and sidestepped instantly.

"Wu Mingzi."

He hadn't expected the Qianji Pavilion master to appear here—and to attack him outright.

But why? Was it because he'd just tried to draw that mysterious powerhouse into Jiujie Sect?

If so, that would confirm the man's identity as Qianji Pavilion's ancestral founder—otherwise, there was no way to explain why Wu Mingzi, the notoriously elusive pavilion master, reacted with such fury.

It couldn't be for those few Sanzhenfa Sect brats, could it?

The sudden turn of events snapped Gao Haoguang and the others back to reality; they instantly retreated.

At that moment, the gray-haired boy stared at the white-haired figure with sewn-shut eyes, his face solemn as if dripping with water.

Again, Jiujie Sect…

If the previous black-bamboo could be explained as wanting to take him as a disciple, this "Xiang" clearly showed open malice—and that malice stemmed from their identity as Sanzhen Sect disciples.

With a puzzled expression, Gao Haoguang asked softly: "Master, did our sect ever have conflicts with Jiujie Sect?"

". I don't know, but it seems there must have been."

Due to the earlier artifact corpse, Sanzhenfa Sect had been effectively cut off from its lineage for years, so Ma Chao, who later became sect master, naturally knew none of the sect's secrets.

Hearing this, Gao Haoguang's brow darkened.

Just as he was about to speak, the token at his waist suddenly flew uncontrollably into the air.

Seeing this, the gray-haired boy first blinked in surprise, then sighed with relief.

For the timely intervention of this Mingzi Ancestor, he could spare the man from being called "Wangba Xianjun" for a few days.

With a faint glow, the token quickly formed a vision visible only to Gao Haoguang.

But unlike before, the moment the image appeared, he noticed three figures standing behind Mingzi Ancestor.

". Let me draw you the face of that fool's disciple."

In the vision, a black-haired man in a yellow silk robe smiled as he spoke to the three behind him.

Having finished speaking, he picked up his brush to sketch the gray-haired boy's likeness.

But before he could begin, he noticed his disciple's expression was unusually grave.

Sensing something was wrong, the black-haired man slightly softened his smile and rotated the Tongyue Token once.

After seeing the situation in the field clearly, he folded his arms and said with a smile, "Looks like Little Grey needs some help."

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Gao Haoguang's eye twitched, and he immediately said viciously, "How long are you going to keep watching, you bastard?! If you don't help, the Mie Sect is done for!"

"Heh."

Faced with the threat, the black-haired man let out a light laugh.

However, the three disciples standing behind him all shrank their necks at once.

After spending so long together, they naturally could tell that their Master's mood was not exactly pleasant at the moment.

'Master looks terrifying. Did that Tongyue Order successor from the future upset Master?'

'Terrifying? I actually think Master looks rather cute like this.'

'It must be that the Tongyue Order successor ran into danger. Didn't you hear Master ask him if he needs help?'

Just as the three were frantically exchanging glances, a sudden voice in their ears gave them a fright.

"Jiang Tong, go place these talismans where I told you."

Hearing her name called, the woman among the three hurriedly lowered her head and replied, "Yes, Master."

Once she finished speaking, she took the several great divine ability talismans from her Master's hand, then took to the air and transformed into a human-faced great dragon, flying off into the distance.

After doing this, the black-haired man looked at the grey-haired youth in the image and said softly, "Grey, this Immortal Lord has done what needs to be done. From here on, you'll have to rely on yourself."

Saying so, he manipulated the Tongyue Order to look at the one person and one owl confronting each other not far away.

'So this is the Qianji Hall Master at this time. But who is that guy?'

He had already recognized the owl's identity, but still didn't know who the white-haired man confronting it was.

Of course, besides those two, he also noticed two figures wearing bronze masks on the scene, and one of them vaguely gave him a sense of familiarity, as if it were an old acquaintance of his.

'Which old friend has turned into a law corpse?'

As this thought flashed through his mind, the black-haired man couldn't help but slightly furrow his brow.

And Gao Haoguang, upon hearing this ancestor's words, hurriedly ran toward the place the man had mentioned.

Although he didn't know what background that owl had, since it could block that great divine ability from the Jiujie Sect, it clearly wouldn't be weak.

Taking advantage of the fact that neither side had truly started fighting yet, he had to obtain the trump card left by the Turtle Immortal Lord as soon as possible.

Thinking this, Gao Haoguang said in a low voice, "Master, you all should leave this place while you can. There's likely going to be a great battle soon."

"Big Head, I'm leaving it to you after this."

Hearing this, Haishan couldn't help muttering, "Tch. Little brother Haoguang, your luck is just too terrible. Why do you always run into great divine ability battles?"

Although he said that, he did not refuse the grey-haired youth's request.

Seeing Gao Haoguang's group running farther and farther away, Xiang Yuyin finally spoke.

"So that's how it is. So this is the reason Qianji Hall has always been at odds with my Jiujie Sect?"

"But if you think, Wumingzi, that this can block Xiang, you're being a bit too naive."

Saying so, he turned his head to look at the silent Bai Xiaoxiao and the other person beside him: "Or is it—"

"As the ancestor of Qianji Hall, you also wish to interfere in this matter?"

Once these words came out, the scene instantly fell silent.

Even the master and disciple Jin Miao and her student, who had just arrived at the scene, were no exception.

That mysterious person is the ancestor of Qianji Hall!?

This... How could this be?!

They had never heard of any ancestor of their own still being alive, unless...