Chapter 307 He's Still Alive

Chu Chouli woke up from his hangover headache.

He stood up in a daze. The rain that had been raining all night had finally stopped. The small courtyard was wet, and the water vapor was hazy.

"Miao?" A black cat landed in front of him. It blinked its amber eyes and tilted its head to look at him.

"Are you awake?" Then, the youth with a white cloth tied to his right arm walked in with a bowl of steaming rice porridge and handed it to him.

Chu Chouli took the rice porridge in a trance and sniffed it close to his nose. It was very fragrant.

He hurriedly drank a mouthful and was soaked in the wine all night, because the rice porridge poured into his stomach gave him a warm feeling.

"Good stuff." The middle-aged man patted his stomach, and his face returned to a careless expression.

"There's still a lot in the pot. If Big Brother Chu likes it, I'll bring it out for you later." The youth smiled faintly and said softly.

"Help yourself, help yourself." The burly man smiled and swallowed all the remaining rice porridge in the bowl in one mouthful. Then he stood up and wanted to serve rice porridge.

"Big Brother Chu."

However, just as he took this step forward, the youth's voice suddenly rang out.

"Huh?" The burly man turned his head to look at the youth in puzzlement.

However, the youth did not say anything. Instead, he extended his hand and pointed not far away. Chu Chouli followed the youth's hand, hoping to point at the place he was pointing at.

It was a pavilion, about thirty to forty feet tall. It was made entirely of mahogany. Although it was unique, it was not surprising in this prosperous Chang'an City. However, the middle-aged man, who had never cared about anything, trembled inexplicably when he saw the pavilion.

However, he quickly concealed this strange expression and pretended to look at Xu Han with a calm and puzzled expression.

"What's wrong? Brother Xu likes that pavilion?"

"No, no, it's too daughter-like."

The burly man said solemnly.

The youth did not take Chu Chouli's words seriously. Instead, he looked at Chu Chouli with a faint smile and asked, "Does Big Brother Chu recognize the owner of the pavilion?"

Chu Chouli laughed and was about to deny it.

"A woman in green." The youth's voice sounded again. "Yesterday when you were drunk, that woman stood in the attic and looked at you all night."

The man surnamed Chu's expression froze. He smiled and said, "No wonder, no wonder. Your big brother Chu is famous for his elegance in Chang'an City. There are no 10,000 women who admire me, but there are 8,000. I guess he is another infatuated woman. Unfortunately, I am not here. I am not here."

Such nonsense could be said to be full of mistakes, but the youth surprisingly nodded his head, as if he had no intention of investigating.

Just as the middle-aged man let out a sigh of relief, the youth's voice sounded again.

"However, Big Brother Chu called Ran Qingyi 93 times in a row yesterday."

"Why is this?"

The youth sat upright at the wooden table, stretching out his hand to take care of the dust on the black cat's fur, and said without turning his head.

…

Su Mu'an followed a group of people through the white walls of the Lunar Temple. There were Confucian scholars dressed in white everywhere, shuttling back and forth through the palace gates. Among them, there were handsome young men in their early twenties, middle-aged men with bald beards, and old men with frosty temples.

Most of them were in a hurry, with different scrolls in their hands.

Su Mu'an looked at it strangely and couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

"Little fellow, are you sure you don't have any questions?" The black-robed man with the evil dragon embroidered on it turned around and looked at Su Mu'an with a smile.

Su Mu'an shook her head in frustration. He hadn't slept well last night and kept thinking about what kind of question he should ask. At a young age, he also realized that such an opportunity was extremely rare, but after thinking about it, he couldn't make up his mind. It wasn't that he didn't have any doubts in his heart, on the contrary, he had too many questions to ask, but in the end, he couldn't decide which one to ask.

"Why don't I help you think of one?" The gentle smile on the man's face made people who were not familiar with him inevitably have harmless goodwill towards him.

Su Mu'an was a straightforward person. Someone was willing to help him resolve his doubts, so he was naturally happy. Without thinking, he asked, "Alright, what are you asking?"

When the man heard this, the smile on his face became even more intense. "Didn't you say that you owe that credit dagger a knife? Why don't you just ask that credit dagger who he is?"

Before Su Mu'an could respond, Ning Zhu Mang, who was at the side, could no longer watch.

"I think you, Yuan Yanluo, want to know? Are you not afraid of losing your identity by deceiving a child?" Ning Zhumang snorted coldly and said.

However, the black-robed man didn't care. He still had a smile like the spring breeze on his face as he said, "The world is vast and bizarre when one lives. It's always good to know more. It's good for oneself, but it's also good for one's little brother. How can one say that it's a scam?"

"That's right, Uncle Ning. This senior is just helping me out. He didn't lie to me." Su Mu'an , who was pure-minded, hurriedly said at that time, with the intention of speaking up for the man.

Ning Zhumang was furious when he heard this, and he wished he could take out a wooden stick and knock Su Mu'an 's head open on the spot.

"Mu An." Fortunately, Yuan Guilong's voice suddenly sounded. "Don't listen to others. Just be sincere."

"Yes, Master." Su Mu'an , who had always respected her teacher, hurriedly nodded.

He said this without paying attention to the black-robed man beside him. At that time, he curled his lips in dissatisfaction.

…

"In that case, is there really a sect in this world called the Bandit Saint Sect?" Xu Han narrowed his eyes as he looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and said softly.

Chu Chouli's words instantly aroused his dissatisfaction.

"What do you mean there really is one? I already have one! I, someone from the Chu Clan, am able to sit properly. When did I ever deceive you?" Chu Chouli retorted loudly with the rice porridge that he had yet to swallow in his mouth. Immediately, the rice porridge sprayed all over Xuan'er, causing the black cat to let out a burst of dissatisfied howls.

"Good, good, good!" Xu Han said repeatedly. Seeing that the anger on the man's face had subsided, he continued to ask, "Does that White Phoenix Tribe's Imperial Envoy Ran Qingyi still belong to Brother Chu's sect?"

"Sigh." Hearing this, the man put down the porcelain bowl in his hand. The rice porridge in the bowl was shocked by the force and fell on the wooden table.

"It's not just as simple as being from the same sect."

At that time, the man raised his head and looked up at the sky. The sunlight after the rain fell on his side, reflecting the grain of rice on his thick beard clearly into his eyes. "Back then, I was eighteen and she was eighteen. She was childhood sweethearts."

"Among the Sacred Thieving Sect, there are two supreme techniques. One is to bully the heavens, the other is to steal lives. The two of us were passed down by our master's father. She learned the front and I learned the back."

Chu Chouli said slowly with a fascinated expression. The light in his eyes was deep, as if he had returned to the 18-year-old he spoke of.

Dong!

Dong!

Dong!

Just as the story began, a knock came from the direction of the courtyard gate.

Chu Chouli stopped talking and turned to look at Xu Han. Xu Han shook his head helplessly. Obviously, he did not know who was visiting at this moment.

However, he still stood up, walked to the courtyard gate, and opened the courtyard gate.

The target was a face that he was quite familiar with.

It was a youth with thick eyebrows and big eyes, dressed in a purple robe. When he saw Xu Hanzhi, the youth smiled and bowed towards him. "I've seen Brother Xu before," he said.

Song Yueming's arrival was somewhat beyond Xu Han's expectations. He was slightly stunned and said in a deep voice, "Brother Song, please come in."

With that, he led Song Yueming through the narrow courtyard and into the room.

"Big Brother Chu is also here? Long time no see." Seeing Chu Chouli in the room, Song Yueming respectfully bowed. If it weren't for the purple robe on his body that represented the sword-wielding hall master, his manner would have caused people to feel dazed, as if they had returned to the scene on the small window of the Exquisite Pavilion.

After all, the situation had changed. Chu Chouli looked at Song Yueming and nodded at him. He stood up and tidied up the dishes on the table. He said, "You guys chat, I'll go tidy up."

After saying that, the middle-aged man left.

Xu Han looked at the man's departing back and narrowed his eyes. He couldn't help but feel a little regretful in his heart. He finally found an opportunity to let this man speak his mind, but was disturbed by Song Yueming who suddenly came to visit.

"Brother Xu, aren't you going to sit down?" As he thought about this, Song Yueming sat down and smiled at Xu Han.

Xu Han had no choice but to put away the regrets in his heart. He sat down opposite Song Yueming and looked at the youth in front of him. He said, "Brother Song, how did you get the time to come to my shack today?"

"A shack?" Hearing this, the purple-robed youth turned to look at Xu Han's courtyard. "It smells like that small porch window back then. I really miss that time. I like it very much. How can I call it a shack?"

"Back then?" Hearing this, Xu Han smiled. "Brother Song is now the Sword Hall Master and Elder Sikong's right-hand man. Compared to back then, it can be said to be a difference between clouds and mud. I don't know how to say this nostalgia."

Song Yueming naturally recognized Xu Han's words, and he did not refute them. He only smiled faintly.

"Brother Song, it's better for us to stop being false and trusting. Why are we here? Let's be frank."

Hearing this, Song Yueming was not annoyed. He picked up the teacup on the wooden table and said with narrowed eyes, "I'm here to save Brother Xu's life."

"Oh? How?" Xu Han raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Brother Xu is a smart person. You should know that today, be it Zhu Xian or Elder Sikong, the reason why they haven't attacked Brother Xu is because of the Jizhou Lands in the hands of the Tian Ce Mansion and the Mobei Saber King Yuan Guilong."

"Now that Brother Xu has left Tiance Prefecture, then the former is no longer useful to Brother Xu. As for that Yuan Guilong, he probably won't be able to live much longer, so if Brother Xu wants to survive, I think I have to plan ahead." Song Yueming said softly.

"Brother Song, what do you mean?"

"Hand over the Heavenly Punishment Sword." Song Yueming's voice suddenly turned cold.

Xu Han seemed to have anticipated his words.

"Hand over the Xing Tian Sword and I will be able to survive? Not to mention Zhu Shouzuo, can you let go of that child slaughter feud? I believe Brother Song has heard rumors about me before, right?"

"Brother Xu, are you saying that Brother Xu is a prince who survived by luck back then? Should he inherit the great lineage?"

"Everyone knows Zhu Xian's thoughts. Since he wants to achieve the great cause of an emperor, how can a so-called True Fate Son of Heaven like me be at ease outside?"

"Brother Xu believed this?" Song Yueming raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile.

"It doesn't matter whether I believe it or not. The important thing is that Zhu Shouzuo has never tolerated the slightest bit of sand in his eyes. I am not a prince, and this sword is my bargaining chip. I am the prince. With this sword in hand and the dragon qi protecting me, no one can kill me. In reason, does Brother Song think I can hand over this sword?"

Hearing this, Song Yueming knew that he would not be able to take the sword from Xu Han's hand no matter what, so he simply put away the effort he had to waste on this matter. He then stood up and said, "I don't think Brother Xu is the only one responsible for Zhu Longqi's death. I heard that Senior Sister Ziyu has already followed Young Master Meng to the Chen Kingdom. Is it related to this matter?"

"What? Brother Song wants to help Zhu Shouzuo find out the truth?"

"Brother Xu has misunderstood. You also know the temperament of the leader. In order to avenge his son, he will not carefully investigate whether Senior Sister Ziyu is involved in this matter. As long as there is a slight doubt, he will kill him."

"Is that so? But Ziyu is the Empress of the Chen Kingdom after all. I think at this juncture, I hope that the First Prince will not cause any complications for his great cause."

Hearing this, the smile in Song Yueming's eyes became even more intense. He said, "If Brother Xu has such an idea, I'm afraid he will be disappointed."

After saying this, the youth took out something from his bosom and handed it to Xu Han.

It was a letter, written in ink, seemingly a secret letter from somewhere, with red wax at the corner of the letter for sealing. When Xu Han saw the handwriting clearly, the youth's pupils suddenly dilated, and a look of horror appeared on his forehead.

It says so.

"On the 12th day of the 1st year of Lailong, Chen Xuanji married Yan Yanyan, the daughter of the Yan Clan's Clan Head, and made her his wife."

…

Sandalwood was lit in the middle of the door, and a faint fragrance and smoke surrounded the door, obscuring everything in the room.

Sitting in the room called Phoenix Arrival Pavilion, Su Mu'an looked a little embarrassed.

Everyone was sitting in a tight spot, either closing their eyes to rest, or lowering their heads to ponder, as if they were waiting for something in peace of mind.

Su Mu'an had been waiting here for half an hour, but the legendary Supreme True Man still hadn't arrived.

It was hard to say if he was impatient or if the strange atmosphere in the room made him uneasy. He always felt a little depressed and wanted to say something to others. However, even Ning Zhumang, who was closest to him, seemed to have changed his face. He sat on the same spot with his eyes fixed on him, apparently ignoring his thoughts.

This dilemma lasted for about a hundred years. The door of the Phoenix Arrival Pavilion was suddenly pushed open. Dozens of white-clothed Confucian scholars entered and separated on both sides.

At that moment, everyone who sat quietly turned their heads to look. Su Mu'an also knew from their performance that Supreme True Man was about to enter the arena. Therefore, the youth held his breath and focused. He then turned his head to look.

An immortal over six hundred years old had experienced countless storms in the world. Such an existence was enough to arouse the curiosity of this youth from any angle.

However, when that immortal really appeared, Su Mu'an was somewhat disappointed.

There was no immortal style in his imagination, nor was there any Qin Di Fan singing in his expectation.

Rather than being an immortal, Supreme True Man was more like an old man on the verge of death. He wore a wide white robe, with six golden threads embroidered on his sleeves. The ravines on his face were like the bark of an old tree, making it almost impossible to see his original appearance. His footsteps trembled, and he even needed the support of two Confucian scholars on both sides to safely walk onto the high platform of Fenglai Pavilion.

Although the appearance of a Supreme True Man was very different from what Su Mu'an had imagined.

However, the young man, who had always been kind, still had enough respect for this old man.

"There are really many talented people in the world. In just a few months, a few groups of guests have arrived from my Lunar Temple." After sitting on the high platform, Supreme True Man scanned the people below and said. His voice was somewhat ancient, but his tone carried a warm feeling, making people feel as if they were bathed in the spring breeze.

"This old man is old. I'll keep you waiting." As the old man said this, his words suddenly changed. "Since you've come to my Lunar Temple, I'm sure you know the rules of the Lunar Temple as well. Let's get to the point. If you have any questions, come on."

The gate of the Phoenix Arrival Pavilion was tightly closed, and more than ten Confucian scholars stood silently at the door. Su Mu'an and the others sat upright on the prayer mat. As these words fell, the atmosphere in the Phoenix Arrival Pavilion became even more silent.

Just as Su Mu'an clenched her fists, she thought about whether she should speak first. After all, the question that he had finally decided on should not be considered complicated in his eyes. Asking first would allow more time for her master and the others to prepare.

Only when this thought arose did Ning Zhumang stand up first.

Sect Leader Ning cupped his hands towards Supreme True Man. His expression darkened as he asked, "A year ago, our sect's elder, Sikong Bai, asked for a divination from Daoist Master. The divination said that he would kill an emperor and save the world." Ning dared to ask. After the Sacred Riding Dragon had steered the guests, Xia Jun was eyeing them covetously from the outside, and the vassal kings were respecting themselves. How could the world compare to today? Is Daoist's words a salvation or a chaos? "

In Su Mu'an's eyes, Ning Zhu Mang, who had always been kind, had a murderous aura surging between his eyebrows as he asked this question in a questioning tone.

In the face of such a fierce questioning, that Supreme True Man 's expression remained the same.

"In the last years of Dali, the world was in chaos. The Great Ancestor of the previous dynasty had conquered the world to pacify the world. This was the peaceful era of Da Chu. If the world was only overlooked for a moment, there would naturally be a human purgatory and starvation everywhere. But without this, where would Ming Jun be able to take advantage of the situation to rise up and bring peace to the country?"

"Ning headmaster if ask this life or chaos, in the present is chaos, in a hundred years later, it is a peaceful and prosperous era. The predecessors planted trees and the descendants enjoyed the shade, which was the same in ancient times. As for the baleful aura in the sect master's heart, I think it's just that the Exquisite Pavilion did not happen to be a pawn that was crushed before the arrival of this prosperous era. "But there are no immortal dynasties in the world, let alone the sect, the sect master should be open-minded."

Daoist Supreme said this with a faint smile in his muddy eyes.

When Ning Zhumang heard this, his expression was gloomy, but he knew that he could only ask Gu'er to retreat resentfully.

At that moment, Yuan Guilong stood up and stepped forward.

He also cupped his hands towards this Adept and asked in a deep voice, "I would like to ask, Wang Mu Ji of the Northern Region of the Great Zhou had already arrived at the Immortal Realm, but his lifespan was less than half a hundred years. His palace had collapsed and he died. Does Adept know who took his palace?"

The macheteman's tone was cold as he asked this question. A cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Your Excellency," he said calmly, "your eyes are filled with evil intent, and your words are full of edge. There is no need to ask each other," he said, as if he hadn't noticed this.

Su Mu'an was confused by this answer, but Yuan Guilong nodded slightly at that time and retreated.

Supreme True Man turned to look at the three people who hadn't asked any questions. Twilight's gaze swept past them one by one and finally landed on Mo Chen. "I didn't expect that I would be able to see the descendants of the Southern Desolate Sword Mausoleum before I died. May I know what kind of problem you have?"

Mo Chen Zi did not hesitate. Since Daoist Peerless asked, he immediately stood up and did not bow. He asked, "Back then, the Emperor of Da Chu asked the Learning Academy. Was the Half Demon Divine Seed said by Your Excellency?"

Upon hearing this, Daoist Supreme nodded and did not deny it. He said, "Indeed."

'"How can there be a method that can last forever? If there was a Daoist, how could it end up in such a field? When did the Lunar Temple start to fabricate nonsense? Or did the Daoist have other plans?" Mo Chen Zi, who had received the answer, did not seem to want to follow the Lunar Temple's rule of asking questions one by one. He continued to ask at that time.

As for Daoist Supreme, he didn't seem to pursue this matter. The old man stroked his beard on his chin.

"The heavens and the earth are vast. Although the Lunar Temple is known throughout the world for a thousand years, how can you know all the mysteries of the world? The Emperor asked me about this method and the rules of the Lunar Temple will naturally be answered. As for the consequences, I, the Lunar Temple, am not in a position to interfere."

Hearing this, Mo Chen Zi silently looked at the old man on the stage. He seemed to want to see what he was thinking, but how could an immortal who had lived for 600 years be happy? His actions were doomed to be futile.

The sandalwood in the room slowly burned out. After a long time, Mo Chen Zi spoke again.

"Looks like the Old Palace Master is unwilling to abide by this rule. Then we might have to talk about this matter here."

The old man smiled and nodded, "I would like to hear more about it."

After the two of them finished speaking, the man in the black robe embroidered with the evil dragon finally stood up.

He patted Su Mu'an on the shoulder and blinked at the youth, saying, "Think hard."

Then, he respectfully cupped his hands towards the immortal and asked, "Where can I find the Credit Blade Man?"

Everyone on the field was stunned by this question. Su Mu'an 's eyes widened as she looked at the man. She couldn't understand why he asked such a question.

In that case, it was rare for a Supreme True Man to be able to respond calmly to any question before. He did not answer this question at the first possible moment. Instead, he asked, "Why are you looking for him?"

"Naturally, it's borrowing the saber." The man replied with a smile.

The Supreme True Man who received this response looked at the man for dozens of breaths of time. This was the first time he had picked up the brush on the desk in front of him. The two Confucian scholars serving beside him saw this. One of them hurriedly studied the ink, while the other placed the top quality paper in front of the old man. He only saw the Supreme True Man drawing on the paper for a long time.

Only after a hundred breaths did he collect the ink, and a scholar respectfully took the paper and handed it to the man.

The black-robed man looked at the contents of the rice paper and immediately smiled happily.

"Thank you, Adept." After saying this, he finally retreated.

"Little fellow, it's your turn." After sitting back down, the man did not forget to glance at Su Mu'an, who was beside him, and said mockingly.

"Ah?" Hearing this, Su Mu'an hurriedly stood up and walked to the middle of the door, but did not ask any questions.

"Child, if you have any questions, you can tell me." Daoist Supreme smiled and said when he saw him like this. There was no lack of encouragement in his tone, and he looked very much like a gentle elder.

However, Su Mu'an reached out to scratch the back of her head and said somewhat distressed, "I haven't thought about it yet."

His appearance caused the surrounding Confucian scholars to chuckle.

Daoist Supreme was in charge of the Lunar Temple, and he had never seen such a strange child in more than 600 years.

"Then hurry up and think about it. This old bones of mine can wait, but these people can't." As he spoke, the old man intentionally or unintentionally looked at Yuan Guilong and the others who were sitting at the side.

Su Mu'an did not understand what the old man meant. She just felt uneasy about making so many people wait for her.

After thinking for a long time, he gritted his teeth and finally asked, "Then tell me, who is that macheteman from my ancestor?"

When this question was asked, everyone present was stunned again.

It wasn't because this question was strange, but because it seemed too simple to everyone, and it didn't seem to have any meaning at all.

"It's not easy to go up the mountain once? Are you sure you want to ask this question?" Supreme True Man seemed to be amused by Su Mu'an 's actions. The old man asked with a smile, as if he rarely intended to give him a chance to change.

"He won't change. It's him." However, Su Mu'an shook her head firmly.

"But there are so many people in your family. Which one do you want to know?" Seeing the youth's resolute attitude, Supreme True Man did not say anything to persuade him. Instead, he asked.

As soon as this question arose, the muscles on Ning Zhumang's face twitched imperceptibly.

As he had expected, the teenager began to speak with his fingers again, "My father's father's father's father's father…"

He solemnly counted seventeen fathers before stopping.

Upon hearing this, the Supreme True Man on the stage burst into laughter. "Wait a moment, I will help you calculate who your ancestor was."

"Alright, alright." Su Mu'an hurriedly nodded her head, her expression still extremely serious.

After Daoist Supreme finished speaking, he closed his eyes.

He began to deduce from the secret arts of his Lunar Temple.

To him, this was not a difficult task.

In the future, because there were too many variables, the longer it was, the harder it would be to deduce.

The past was different, because the past had already become a fixed number, and the longer such a fixed number was, the greater the impact it would have on the present. The deducer will have more clues to trace back to. Of course, the longer the past is, the easier it is theoretically to deduce, but because the longer the time is, the more effort is required. To an immortal who had lived for six hundred years, all of this was nothing.

Not only did the Confucian scholars in this room think so, Yuan Guilong and the others also thought so.

However, compared to those Confucian scholars who knew about the strange sword on Su Mu'an 's back, Yuan Guilong and the others were more curious.

As time passed, Su Mu'an widened her eyes and looked expectantly at the old man on the stage.

However, in the blink of an eye, nearly a hundred breaths had passed. The old man who closed his eyes still did not open his eyes. Instead, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper. Everyone could even clearly see that beads of sweat were beginning to appear on the old man's forehead.

The Confucian scholars in the Lunar Temple obviously did not expect such a scene. It seemed that they had never seen this old palace master reveal such an expression, except for the heavenly tribulation that they had not endured a few years ago.

This was a very unreasonable matter. Su Mu'an counted seventeen fathers and calculated that it had only been a few hundred years. With such a calculation, many Confucian scholars in Lunar Temple would be able to accomplish it as long as they were willing to spend some time.

At this moment, the expression on Daoist Priest's face seemed to be far from simple.

Of course it's not simple.

In less than ten breaths of time, Supreme True Man had already counted the top ten fathers that Su Mu'an had mentioned.

But when he reached the eleventh place, his speed suddenly slowed down.

Tracing back to the eleventh father, he had spent twice as much time as the first ten people. It wasn't because he had encountered any problems, but because the eleventh father's lifespan was extremely long, almost reaching the point of four to five hundred years. Before Supreme True Man could recover his breath, the twelfth person's expression suddenly changed. This Su Clan ancestor's lifespan was 800 years.

Supreme True Man had lived for six hundred years and was already the longest living immortal in the world. He had never heard of an immortal who had lived for 800 years in this world. He had experienced the sixth Heavenly Tribulation. He knew how terrifying the might of this Heavenly Tribulation was when it reached the end. An 800-year-old immortal meant that the other party had suffered at least seven Heavenly Tribulation. He didn't dare to imagine how powerful that person was.

It took him another thirty breaths of time to pass the twelfth Su Clan ancestor.

However, the thirteenth place caused his head to tremble. This Su Clan ancestor's lifespan was 1,400 years.

I'm afraid this is no longer the lifespan that the Earthly Immortal Realm can attain.

After that, the fourteenth, fifteenth, and sixteenth had their lifespans increased exponentially. The speed at which the Supreme True Man was deducing had also begun to slow down. His face gradually turned pale, and because he had exhausted too much of his heartforce, his internal breathing became chaotic.

The few six people behind him had allowed Supreme True Man to deduce the situation for ten thousand years. This was undoubtedly a huge consumption for him, but he gritted his teeth and persisted. This was not how much he cared about his promise to Su Mu'an, but as a cultivator, he instinctively yearned for such a powerful existence. At the same time, he was very curious as to what kind of person Su Mu'an was talking about as the seventeenth father, and whether such an existence was comparable to that one…

With such doubts, he used nearly half an hour to deduce to the sixteenth ancestor of the Su Clan, and the seventeenth ancestor slowly unveiled his mysterious veil in front of Supreme True Man .

Daoist Supreme took a deep breath.

He was somewhat excited and somewhat inexplicably terrified.

He tried his best to calm down the peculiarities in his heart, and then continued to deduce.

Only then did such thoughts arise, and the scenery in front of him suddenly darkened. It was like a space-time displacement, and he arrived at an endless darkness.

In the boundless darkness, he could vaguely see a figure in front of him.

There was no reason, there was a voice in his mind telling him that this was the ancestor of the Su Clan.

He looked at it with all his strength.

He saw a figure with a sword on his back.

He also saw countless stars shining in the dark sky. Amongst these stars, seven of the most dazzling stars were standing in the middle like kings.

The figure had seven stars above his head, and his body slowly turned towards him.

Daoist Supreme's breathing became rapid.

However, he still tried his best to open his eyes wide, wanting to see the figure's appearance clearly.

At that time, that person finally turned around and entered his eyes. A pair of eyes that were burning like a blazing sun.

A majestic aura that seemed like the might of Mount Tai descended upon him, as if a spied god had been blasphemed. With just a single glance, Daoist Supreme's heart trembled.

Pu!

As a result, under the surprised gazes of the people from the Phoenix Arrival Pavilion, the Supreme True Man suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and sat there with a dispirited aura.

After a long time, the old man finally raised his head and looked at Su Mu'an .

The expression on his face was dispirited. After a while, he weakly spat out four words.

"He … is still alive …"

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