It was so dark in the willow grove that you couldn't see your hand in front of you.
A black-robed cultivator with a ghost mask held a lantern and led Ye Anping and the other two among the willow trees. Behind them were three Nascent Soul cultivators with their hands on the hilts of the longswords at their waists, watching their every move.
After walking for about a quarter of an hour, the mountain soil under their feet turned into a gravel path, with some spiritual stone lamps standing on both sides, and at the end was a seven-story sky pavilion about a hundred feet high.
"Make yourselves at home. Milady will arrive in a moment."
"Thank you."
After watching the black-robed cultivator turn into black mist and disappear, Ye Anping walked forward and opened the door of the pavilion, leading Feng Yu Die and Gu Mingxin into the main hall.
There were some scattered porcelains placed in the hall on the first floor. The most eye-catching one was a shrine-like arrangement in the middle. On a mahogany table, there were three incense burners and a black spiritual sword.
Ye Anping glanced around. The decoration in the Heartbreak Palace was exactly as he remembered.
However, the way Feng Yu Die and Mo Chi Ling met for the first time was completely different from the game.
The biggest difference was Gu Mingxin.
Although Mo Chi Ling was a demonic cultivator, after the Eastern Region chapter of the game, she stood on Feng Yu Die's side all the way, helping her and Xiao Yunluo to advance eastward, while Gu Mingxin stood on the side of the Heavenly Demon Sect, chasing Feng Yu Die relentlessly.
Ye Anping glanced back at the two girls who were scanning the surroundings and didn't say anything. He walked to the front of the shrine and looked at the black spiritual sword enshrined.
This was the sword of Mo Chi Ling's brother, Mo Ming.
And Mo Ming was the reason why Mo Chi Ling hated Yu Yan, and also the life-saving straw for her to escape from the Heavenly Demon Sect alive.
It could be said that Mo Ming's death made Mo Chi Ling see the true face of Yu Yan.
Whether it was Mo Chi Ling or the current Gu Mingxin, for Yu Yan, they were all just some higher-level human furnaces.
While Ye Anping was thinking about Mo Chi Ling, a breeze suddenly blew in from the window, ruffling his sleeves, and then a slightly hoarse female voice came to his ears. "Mr. Ye, do you like this sword?"
Mo Chi Ling seemed to appear out of thin air behind Ye Anping, and the sudden voice startled Xiao Tian, who was lying on Ye Anping's shoulder, making her hair stand on ends. "Huh?!"
However, Ye Anping seemed to have expected it, and his expression didn't change at all. He did not turn his head to look behind him; he just replied calmly instead. "Even if I like it, I wouldn't dare to ask you for it, Miss Mo."
"..."
Seeing Ye Anping's calm reaction, Mo Chi Ling became even more curious about him. After all, her ability to conceal her spiritual aura could even deceive Yu Yan, a cultivator in the Void Returning stage.
If a person suddenly appeared behind them and spoke out of the blue, anyone would be shocked, right?
Even Gu Mingxin turned pale when she touched her from behind the first time. She jumped half a foot on the spot and drew her sword to cut her down.
How come this man is so calm, even his breath is not disordered...
Ye Anping shook his head and turned around calmly to look at Mo Chi Ling who was sitting in a wheelchair. "I am sorry to disappoint you, Miss Mo."
Mo Chi Ling stared at Ye Anping's face with her head tilted. "Could it be that Mr. Ye can read minds?"
"Miss Mo, you're joking."
Ye Anping smiled, glanced at the sword in the ancestral hall, and praised it bluntly. "This sword of Master Mo could be regarded as a divine object."
"..."
Mo Chi Ling froze when she heard this. She didn't write her brother's name on the sword, and there was no spiritual tablet in the ancestral hall. There were only a handful of people who knew about her brother's matter.
Who the hell was this man...
"...Mr. Ye, you have come from afar, let me treat you to some tea and light snacks. Please take a seat."
"Thank you."
Mo Chi Ling maneuvered the wheelchair, turned around, and led Ye Anping to the tea table in the corner of the hall. After he sat down, she personally lifted the teapot and poured him a cup.
Watching Ye Anping naturally and without any scruples taking a sip of the tea she had mixed, she asked in confusion, "Young Master Ye, aren't you afraid that I will poison this tea?"
Ye Anping swallowed the tea and answered simply, "What reason would you have to poison me?"
"I am a demonic cultivator, and you are an immortal cultivator, isn't this a reason?" Mo Chi Ling raised her hand. "You are in the Eastern Region, and it is the first time you met me, shouldn't you be more cautious? How can you drink the tea I poured without thinking?"
Ye Anping shrugged and put down the teacup. "Just consider it my mistake."
"..."
This person...
After two unsuccessful attempts to ruffle him, Mo Chi Ling felt a little aggrieved.
Ye Anping pretended to be surprised as he smiled. "Could it be that I guessed it right?"
"..."
Mo Chi Ling didn't believe him. Who would guess "black thong"?
But she understood that Ye Anping's implication was probably, "Don't struggle. I have you under control. I even know what your underwear looks like..."
"Sigh... Mr. Ye, are you the owner of the Heavenly Dao Scroll the rumors talk about?"
"Miss Mo, you're joking. The Heavenly Dao Scroll won't record what panties you are wearing today."
"..."
Mo Chi Ling was starting to despair.
She thought that she was quite mysterious, and as the Lady of the Heartbreak Palace, she had always been admired by her subordinates and was full of dignity, but why did she look like a clown in front of Ye Anping?
This man... was so annoying.
Well, forget it...
Mo Chi Ling let out a long sigh. "You just need me to send the news about the demonic cultivators to the Black Star Sect and Moon Shadow Sword Sect, right?"
"Yes." Ye Anping nodded, took out the Hundred Lotus Sect Young Master's badge from his storage bag, and gave it to her. "Just send it with this seal, and when Miss Xiao and Miss Yun see the seal, they won't doubt the source of the information."
"Miss Xiao and Miss Yun... are they your confidantes?"
Ye Anping shrugged and told the truth. "Fiancées."
"...Both?"
"Quite normal, isn't it?"
"..."
Mo Chi Ling’s mouth twitched, and she sighed again and simply closed her mouth. She put the seal given by Ye Anping into her sleeve.
Seeing that she accepted it, Ye Anping stood up. "Then, I will not disturb you any further, Miss Mo. Goodbye."
But after standing up, he thought of Shen Xin's Demon Erosion Sword, and asked, "By the way, Miss Mo, do you know the Demon Erosion?"
"Immortal Shen's spiritual sword? Why are you asking about it?"
"Just asking casually. Who has that sword now, do you know?"
Mo Chi Ling scratched her head and thought about it. "I have heard that about ten years ago, a demonic cultivator got it and caused a small disturbance among the demonic cultivators. That person was lucky and encountered many opportunities. Later, he was adopted by the mayor of Heavenly Sorrow City. That's where he should be now."
Ye Anping lowered his head in thought for a while, then asked, "What's his name?"
"Surname Gong, name Yimo."
Gong Yimo...
Ye Anping searched his memory, but he had never heard of this person. He turned his head and signaled Xiao Tian with his eyes. Xiao Tian understood as she quickly took out the Heavenly Dao Scroll and flipped through it, but then shook her head. "Anping, there is nothing in the Heavenly Dao Scroll..."
Xue'e also shook her head. "I haven't heard of him either."
"Well... thank you."
Ye Anping nodded to Mo Chi Ling and then led Feng Yu Die and Gu Mingxin out of the pavilion, still thinking about it.
He had actually tried to find the character originally played by the player in the game before, the so-called Amnesiac Exiled Immortal, but more than ten years had passed and there was still no news.
Moreover, if this person really existed, the Star-Reading Art of Xuanji would certainly allow her to see him.
However, if this so-called exiled immortal fell into the demonic cultivators' hands in the Eastern Region, it would make sense that Xuanji could not see his life star.
Ye Anping was a little alarmed. He was worried that this person might be the same as him, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was highly unlikely.
If there was a second person like him, he should have crossed paths with him long ago. It was impossible not to be any sign by now.
But, whether it was the so-called exiled immortal, was hard to say.
"Heavenly Sorrow City..."
Ye Anping murmured and was about to take out the map to take a look, but before he did, Xue'e said, "To the north of the Seven Star Pass..."
Xiao Tian hurriedly held the Heavenly Dao Scroll and continued, "About two thousand and three hundred miles away. There are six rich spiritual stone veins around."
"Hmm..."