Chapter 197 A Familiar Demon Cultivator However, when he saw the appearance of the two demon cultivators in front of him, Ruan Xing was slightly shocked. A thin old man in a gray robe, and a male demon cultivator with his face covered in black clothes. Ruan Xing could roughly sense that the masked demon cultivator was at the early Nascent Soul stage, but she could not sense the gray-robed old man. What surprised her was not the other party's cultivation level. But the appearance of an old man. This old man in gray robe is the demon cultivator who met Xie Huai outside the Jintai Secret Realm! At that time, Xie Feng said that the gray-robed old man was in the Nascent Soul stage. Unexpectedly, seven years later, his cultivation level had improved a lot. The appearance of the two of them seemed to be beyond Mo Cijun's expectations. His body tensed slightly, but his smile remained unchanged. "What do you two want to do here?" The grey-robed old man spoke in a hoarse voice: "I heard that the Third Floor Master Mo came to do business, so of course he has a deal to discuss."
Mo Cijun's heart sank. He did not know this demon cultivator and they had never had any interaction before. The only possibility of accurately intercepting him on his way back is that Demon Lord Cheng Huan sold him out. After leaving the City of Disorder, they were picked up by the subordinates of Demon Lord Chenghuan. The small house on the back of the monster could not be seen by outsiders, so the first person to know that he had arrived in the northern border was only Demon Lord Chenghuan. The other demon cultivators encountered on the road were all following Demon Lord Chenghuan, and even though those people thought he looked like an immortal cultivator, they could not figure out his route. After all, they didn't waste much time along the way and went from one place to another without stopping. Only Demon Lord Chenghuan had had many transactions with him and knew his approximate route. However, after Demon Lord Chenghuan sold him out, wasn’t he worried that no one from Wanbao Tower would dare to enter the Northern Territory in the next few decades? Or maybe Demon Lord Cheng Huan already knew about the signs of war, and he confidently believed that the first battle would definitely start within five years. Then the identity of the person in front of him would be obvious. "They are the Saint Demon Lord's men." Ruan Xing whispered to Mo Cijun. "I understand." Mo Cijun took a deep breath and suddenly became a little nervous. But he has no way of fighting with these people in the North. Not to mention whether he can win or not, once the fight occurs, a large number of bloodthirsty and warmongering lunatics will rush up without thinking in the North. Then they can't leave. Now he could only wait and see what the Holy Demon Lord wanted to get from him. The silence between the two sides lasted only a cup of tea. Mo Cijun finally said, "What is your name, Demon Lord?" "I am not some demon king." The hoarse voice of the grey-robed old man seemed to be caressing gravel. "Lord Mo San can ask me to wash away my sins." Wash away sins...
Weird name. Logically speaking, most demon cultivators have very distinct personal preferences and their emotions are quite changeable, but the lifeless appearance of the old man in gray robe made Mo Cijun really unable to understand. He clearly has the ability to dominate a region, but he doesn't want to be called the Demon Lord. Mo Cijun could only stand in front of Ruan Xing and express his willingness to go with her. Fortunately, Wanbao Tower has a slightly different reputation among high-level magic practitioners in the North. Otherwise, he might really have to die here today. The gray-robed old man didn't say anything else. He turned around and flew straight up without the help of any magic weapon. His whole body was like a sharp sword that could break the wind. The masked demon cultivator seemed to have already gotten used to the gray-robed old man's style of doing things and followed closely behind him. Mo Cijun and Ruan Xing did not use their magic weapons rashly. They could only rely on their spiritual power to take off. Ruan Xing had seen the gray-robed old man several times in simulations, so the gray-robed old man did not recognize her. But she was a little worried that he would recognize the mask and magic weapon on her. Having been recognized once by Demon Lord Chenghuan, it is not surprising to be recognized by the gray-robed old man again. And there is a high probability that Xie Huai is also where the gray-robed old man went. They were silent all the way. After a while, the old man in gray robe landed first, and the four of them stood in front of a strange-shaped rock. After walking in and turning two corners, you will see a staircase leading downwards. For some reason, Ruan Xing felt somewhat familiar. After a careful look, I felt that this place was 80% similar to the underground palace in the back mountain of Fengling Yueying Sect. Hiss... Xie Feng is based on the underground palace in the north, right? The quality of this underground palace is quite good...it has not been damaged much after thousands of years. However, she only went to see it once after Xie Feng built the underground palace, and she never went there again after she arranged for the sect's magic disciples to live in it, so she didn't match it up for a while just now. The passages in the underground palace are extremely wide and extend in all directions. The irregular stone walls are covered with slender climbing plants that emit a bright green light, which cover almost the entire passage. A damp smell filled my nostrils, and the sound of footsteps echoed dully in the corridor. Until they approached a place that looked like a circular arch. The old man in gray robe stepped forward and did something unknown. The emerald green curtain automatically opened to both sides, and several people walked in one after another. The space behind the arch was large, with a few hazy veils hanging in the middle. They did not see Xie Yao's figure, but heard Xie Yao's voice. As soon as she opened her mouth, light blue smoke rose from all around. "I've heard of him for a long time, but I've never seen him in person. You're a rare guest of Wanbao Tower. Is this your first time to set foot in the underground palace of the North Territory?" Xie Yao's voice had a hint of vicissitudes, yet sounded gentle and somewhat bewitching. Mo Cijun just tried his best to keep the expression on his face unchanged. In the past, the Holy Demon Lord of the North was always very low-key... She had never made any deals with Wanbao Tower, and Wanbao Tower had never taken the initiative to provoke her. The two sides don't interfere with each other.
Regardless of what Wanbaolou is thinking about the Northern Territory. The long-standing transaction has been beneficial to many demon lords in the North. "This is indeed my first time seeing the demeanor of Saint Demon Lord." Mo Cijun said, "May I ask why Saint Demon Lord asked me to come here?" "Nothing, just inviting you to be my guest." Xie Yao said, "Since you have met them, Chuanzhen, take them to find a place to stay." The masked demon cultivator lowered his head and responded, then led the way, motioning Mo Cijun and Ruan Xing to follow him. The old man in gray robe stayed inside the archway. Although Mo Cijun didn't understand what Xie Yao meant by this, he didn't dare to act rashly and followed Chuan Zhen obediently. Ruan Xing had been hiding behind Mo Cijun in a low profile, fearing that others would see the mask magic weapon she was carrying. Chuan Zhen brought the two of them to a simple room, waved his hand and sealed the entrance with green vines, leaving only a net-like gap, and then left without saying a word. There was nothing in the room except a stone table, stone bench and stone bed. Everything looked like a place that met the definition of a prison cell. There was not even a single light source, and one could only rely on the faint fluorescence of the green vine. Ruan Xing touched the green vine, and it felt tingling and soft. She didn't know if it was her illusion, but she could even feel the frequency of the green vine's breathing. Another strange plant... one she had never heard of. She put a little force on it to feel its toughness, and she felt a little relieved. With her current level of cultivation, she would most likely be able to use spiritual weapons to cut through the green vines and create an exit, but it would probably make a lot of noise. This place was less than one kilometer away from Xie Yao, and she might be eaten as a snack by Xie Yao as soon as she made her move. But at least the green vines did not completely trap them, so there was still hope of escaping. Mo Cijun's eyes revealed some doubts, "What on earth do they want to do?" "Maybe they want to trap you and prevent you from leaking any information." Ruan Xing guessed. "How is that possible?" Mo Cijun laughed. "If I go back safely and tell all the major sects that the demon cultivators are about to attack the Xian Sect, I guess few people will believe me. But if I stay here, Wanbao Tower will be paralyzed in less than three months. By then, many small sects, forces, enterprises and shops that cooperate with Wanbao Tower and rely on Wanbao Tower will be in a panic. When the time comes, if I tell others that I was captured by the demon cultivators, even if it is for the sake of justice, the three major sects will find a way to fight against the demon cultivators and rescue me. Wanbao Tower has been rooted in Xianyuan Continent for so long, and the deep connection has long been inseparable." "But..." Ruan Xing hesitated, "If you stay here, what if the third floor master Mo is someone else when he returns?" Is it true that the magical instrument developed by Demon Lord Chenghuan, which can change the appearance of cultivation, is just to make it easier for demon cultivators to travel in the other four states? He was born in an immortal sect and understood the methods used by the sect to test the evil cultivators. He could naturally think of ways to avoid these methods. However, he himself would not return to the Immortal Sect's territory, so why should he spend so much effort on research and development? There is still no widely known method in the world of immortal cultivation to change one's appearance or level of cultivation, which proves that they do not understand this kind of magical weapon. The last time a large number of demon cultivators were captured in the world of immortal cultivation was more than thirty years ago. If there was such a thing at that time, the Immortal Sect would not be unaware of it. So, the mask tool was only used after that. "There is absolutely no such possibility." Mo Cijun said without hesitation, "There is basically no camouflage technique or magic weapon in the world of immortal cultivation that can maintain a long-term and perfect change. Even if someone pretends to be me and goes back, it can only be hidden for a day or two, but within seven days, it will be discovered by others in the building." Ruan Xing said: "What if there really is?" "What?" Mo Cijun was puzzled.
Ruan Xing hesitated for a moment, removed all his disguises, and took out the mask magic weapon. "You..." Mo Cijun was a little shocked. He murmured, "I thought your true cultivation level was similar to mine, so I couldn't tell that you were hiding your cultivation level. I didn't expect that even your appearance was fake. Cen Zhong told me that you have a magical transformation technique, which turned out to be more magical than I imagined." Ruan Xing shook her head. She did not talk about her shapeshifting skills, but kept it secret and only talked about the mask magic weapon. "Almost four months have passed since I returned to Wanbao Tower and started refining pills, and stayed in the North with you today. I have maintained my disguise for nearly four months, and no one in Wanbao Tower has discovered it. And this magic weapon... is exactly what I got from the demon cultivator. Do you think what I just said is still impossible?" Mo Cijun's expression became heavy. He took the mask magic weapon from Ruan Xing's hand and pondered for a moment before returning it. "Indeed, there is... such a possibility." He sat down on the stone bed somewhat dejectedly, with his hands on his knees. Even the folding fan that he never left behind could not ease his anxiety at the moment. Mo Cijun said worriedly: "If they really do this, what should I do?" Ruan Xing did not respond, but maintained his disguise again. After all, she came in like this and hasn't been discovered yet, so she naturally has to continue disguising herself. If she removed it rashly, it would not only attract attention, but it might also be seen by the demon cultivators who had seen her appearance. If someone discovered that she was Ruan Xing who threatened Xie Yao... A trace of cold sweat quietly flowed down her forehead. Even in the simulation, I couldn't help feeling nervous. After all, she had already died once at the hands of Xie Yao. The two of them spent the next period of time quietly in the room. It wasn't until the next day that someone came to take care of them. As the masked demon cultivator approached, the green vine automatically opened up a palm-sized area, and he placed a tray through the gap created by the green vine. On the tray were two bottles of wine and some roasted monster meat. Ruan Xing had a lot of question marks on his head. They are prisoners, why are they treated so well? Also give me food? Or spiritual food! ? The masked demon cultivator said nothing, pushed the tray inside and left. Ruan Xing looked at Mo Cijun, "What's going on?" Mo Cijun smiled bitterly, "Didn't you find anything strange here?" He explained bitterly, "This cell has the ability to absorb spiritual energy. The Northern Territory already has scarce spiritual energy, and the cell is constantly absorbing it. Over time, the people imprisoned here will gradually become weak to the point of spiritual exhaustion, and may even fall to a lower realm. We haven't fully figured out the intention of the Saint Demon Lord to lock me up, but she doesn't want me to die here for the time being." "What!?" Ruan Xing was shocked. She didn't feel anything! He quickly and quietly circulated the spiritual power in his body, and it was still abundant, without any sign of weakness. But seeing that Mo Cijun looked pale, Ruan Xing believed what he said.
Could it be another special effect of the magical power? Ruan Xing regained his slightly sad expression, didn't dare to say anything, and quietly turned his face a little paler. Although he felt a little humiliated, he had to bow his head under the eaves. Mo Cijun still picked up the tray and put it on the stone table, then smiled bitterly and invited Ruan Xing to come over for dinner. Ruan Xing sat over and shared the unknown barbecue with Mo Cijun. Although it carried a faint spiritual energy, Mo Cijun's complexion visibly improved after eating it, but the taste of the barbecue was really not good. I don’t know if it was intentional or accidental. The same thing happened on the second day and the day after that. The masked demon cultivator brought a tray of food in the morning, and came to quietly take it away in the afternoon. Sometimes he would observe the two of them from outside through the net woven by green vines, but he never spoke a word to them. Sometimes Ruan Xing wanted to take the initiative to talk to him, but didn't know how to start. She couldn't help but feel a little anxious. If Xie Yao planned to lock her up for three to five months, who would make up for the points she wasted? There can't be no progress at all! Thanks to Hope Wandering for the monthly ticket~