Chapter 647: My Profession Panel—Why Does It Have an Anime Art Style? Chapter 309

As if some possibility had occurred to them, master and disciple exchanged a glance instinctively, their expressions gradually turning blank.

Upon hearing Xiang Yuyin's words, Wumingzi couldn't help but curse aloud: "You mangy cur, what nonsense are you spouting! This monk doesn't recall our sect ever having such a cryptic ancestor!"

Although his mouth had cursed both of them, his mood refused to lift in the slightest.

Ever since hearing Jin Miao's description, Wumingzi had vaguely caught a whiff of something ominous.

After all, how could an outsider possibly stir up so many art-souls within the Silk Road?

Granted, according to the Hall's records, every ancestor would arrange self-annihilation measures before their death, to prevent their corpses from becoming law-corpses and bringing calamity to the world.

But what if one of them had broken their oath, choosing not to self-annihilate but instead defecting to that Lord of Nirvana—

Wumingzi had no way to guarantee such a situation would never occur.

Moreover, apart from the Qianji Hall, the Sanzhenfa Sect also shared an extremely close connection with the Silk Road.

Coupled with the fact that the other party had been silent for so many years, the probability of such a situation was actually far greater than with the Qianji Hall.

Thinking of this, Wumingzi's mood grew ever worse: 'Which ancestor, even in death, insists on making trouble for this monk?'

As if seeing through his guilty conscience, Xiang Yuyin said calmly: "This person before us is laden with treasures—besides your Qianji Hall, could any other sect possibly refine such things?"

"Besides, I don't think his appearance here is a coincidence."

In his view, a powerful Dharma-Seeker skilled at refining treasures who consistently looked after disciples of both the Qianji Hall and the Sanzhenfa Sect—it would be strange to say he had no connection to these two sects.

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Hearing this, Wumingzi was momentarily struck dumb, at a loss for a rebuttal.

At this moment, Gao Haoguang returned to the scene with the newly acquired Great Divine Power talisman and the Tongyue Token.

After overhearing the exchange between Wumingzi and Xiang Yuyin, his expression involuntarily stiffened.

That senior is also a law-corpse?!

But then again, judging from the other's relationship with that Supreme of the Forgotten River Art Academy, even if he truly were a law-corpse, it wouldn't be all that strange.

Just as the youth's feelings grew complicated, the black-haired man on the other end of the Tongyue Token had already turned extremely cold.

"Unworthy descendants."

The Sanzhenfa Sect and the Qianji Hall had always been prime zones for triggering the Ten Thousand Karma True Blood, but until now he had never encountered a law-corpse formed from his own sect's ancestors.

To be more precise, he had encountered them—and then exterminated them.

Just like his master, and his master's master.

After all, "betraying one's master and ancestors" was a time-honored tradition of the Sanzhenfa Sect throughout history—did they really treat "kin slaying kin" as some idle joke?

'It seems necessary to have Hui Zai investigate the true identity of this unfilial descendant.'

As this thought flashed through the black-haired man's mind, the two disciples behind him instantly felt a chill sweep over their entire bodies.

Not just them—every ordinary person within dozens of li felt the temperature plummet to freezing in an instant.

'What happened? Why has Master become angry?'

'Not sure—Senior Brother, why don't you ask?'

'... I'll leave this task to Senior Sister Jiang Tong.'

Paying no heed to what his two disciples were thinking behind him, the black-haired man coldly fixed his gaze on the token before him, wanting to see what would happen next.

At this moment, Bai Xiaoxiao, feeling the gazes converging from all directions, gradually stiffened.

How did it happen that as these two—one person, one bird—kept talking, she had somehow become an ancestor of the Qianji Hall?

Does this even make sense?!

At this point, not to mention her—even Zhao Yan was struggling to keep a straight face.

He really wanted to ask that white-haired fellow opposite how he had arrived at this conclusion—clearly, they were people of the Forgotten River Art Academy!

Just as Zhao Yan was frantically pondering how to respond, a voice suddenly rang in his ear.

"How dare you slander a person's innocence out of thin air?"

At this moment, Bai Xiaoxiao, meeting everyone's gaze, said calmly: "As for who I am—"

"Tenth Generation Sect Master of the Forgotten River Art Academy. I await your instruction."

As her words fell, a blood-red figure instantly materialized behind her.

Seeing this, Zhao Yan's pupils contracted sharply.

【Returning-Heaven Blood Body】?! Hasn't this little girl not yet learned it?!

No, that's not right—

Is it that one?!

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