Sister takes space and bravely enters the world of cultivation

In the front yard, a tall man with a serious face and a deep scar from his forehead to his left temple was standing in the courtyard with his men. He was Ye Shuo, the leader of the Three Heavens Ghost Demon Pavilion.

Ye Shuo glanced around sharply. Apart from a few timid servants hiding in a corner in the distance and secretly watching them, he couldn't see any serious people from the Guisha Pavilion.

Ye Shuo frowned slightly, and the deep scar on his forehead became hideous.

"Master Ye, Master Ye, you came so soon. I'm sorry for not coming to greet you in person. Please don't be offended, Master Ye," Meng Yan apologized to Ye Shuo from a distance.

"Hmph, why is there no one in your Ghost Demon Pavilion? Where are the people? Have you sent them all out?" Ye Shuo was displeased, staring directly at Meng Yan. He looked down on Meng Yan. He was timid and hesitant, and didn't have the courage to risk everything. He was cunning, but when something happened, he always found all kinds of excuses for himself.

No one knew how he got the position of the leader of the Ghost Demon Pavilion. Over the years, the Second Heaven Ghost Demon Pavilion had been less aggressive than aggressive, but more defensive, so it was doing OK.

Who knows today, is this still the famous Ghost Demon Pavilion? When did the Ghost Demon Pavilion become an empty nest? He had just felt the aura of the strong, except for those who were not powerful enough to be ignored. Among them, there were less than ten strong people with an aura above the late stage of the Earth God.

He couldn't help but be shocked. Where did all the elites of his Ghost Demon Pavilion go? Were they all sent out to encircle and suppress that woman?

"Master Ye, I feel so miserable! The current situation of Guisha Pavilion is a long story. Master Ye, please come over here. You must have worked hard on the way. Why don't you take a rest and have some tea. I will tell you everything right away," Meng Yan said with a bitter face. The moment he saw Ye Shuo and the hundreds of strong generals he brought with him, his heart, which was still hanging in the air, suddenly fell.

No matter what, the matter is done. There is no point blaming him. The only way to survive is to face it positively.

"Don't bother with all that nonsense. We'll talk about the Ghost Demon Pavilion later. I want to ask you, have you confirmed the news about that woman? Where is she now? Find someone to take us there immediately."

"Master Ye, this is what I was just about to report to you. How about you move to the front hall? Sit down and let me explain it to you in detail."

Ye Shuo knew from Meng Yan's words, which always avoided the topic, that he might have messed up again. Thinking that he might be happy for nothing, he couldn't help but want to eat Meng Yan.

"Hmph, lead the way. Let me see what kind of flower you can name. You go down and wait first." Ye Shuo glanced at Meng Yan and said, then waved away his men.

"Yes, master." The men in black with cold faces and expressionless faces filed out.

Ye Shuo followed Meng Yan to the front hall, where Meng Yan personally served him Chunhuixue, a rare and exquisite spiritual tea with only about one kilogram produced every year. He usually couldn't bear to drink a sip and collected it as a treasure.

"Master Ye Shuo, please..." Meng Yan poured a cup of tea and pushed it in front of Ye Shuo.

Even though he had seen and drunk many exquisite things, Ye Shuo's mind instantly became clear as soon as he smelled the tea fragrance.

He knew that this tea was top-notch. He didn't have much of a preference, except that he liked to drink a sip of tea and savor life through it.

He also collects various types of tea cakes on a regular basis, so he has quite a collection and is very knowledgeable about tea.

But when he smelled the tea fragrance, he liked it immediately and wanted to taste it.

Thinking of this, he did just that, picking up the teacup and sipping slowly, slowly savoring the flavor of the tea.

After taking a few sips of tea, the expression on Ye Shuo's face looked more relaxed through the curling tea smoke.

Meng Yan felt secretly relieved. It seemed that the strategies he had made were effective. Catering to the other party's preferences would indeed have unexpected results.

"Master Ye, how about this Chunhui Snow? I think it's to your liking. It's a rare treasure, and there's only a little bit of it every year. If you like it, I have a small box of it and I'll bring it to you later."

"Well, it's good and tastes great. Since you're so thoughtful, I'll accept it." Ye Shuo savored the last hint of sweetness on his tongue. Hearing Meng Yan's words, he raised his eyebrows and nodded in agreement.

"Well, what did you want to say before? Tell me now, let me hear it." Ye Shuo looked relaxed, leaned back in his chair happily, glanced at Meng Yan and said.

He knew in his heart that given the current dire state of Guisha Pavilion, Meng Yan must be hiding something.

He was waiting for Meng Yan's next words. Considering that Meng Yan had contributed the precious Chunhuixue, he could turn a blind eye as long as the matter was not too outrageous.

"... Pavilion Master Ye, to be honest, my most outstanding son, Meng Yan, died at the hands of that damned bitch three months ago. My entire Meng family is grief-stricken, and his mother has not yet gotten over it. As his father, I cannot avenge him. If I tell anyone, I will not be able to face my son!"

"Oh? Are you talking about Meng Ye? How long ago did this happen? Why haven't I heard you mention it before? Did he really die at the hands of Fu Ling'er?" Ye Shuo was shocked. Meng Ye was dead? He had seen that child many years ago. He was a very smart child. He didn't expect that he was dead.

"It's absolutely true. Together with him died the thirty-six elite killers of my Guisha Pavilion. They were killed almost at the same time. They truly died with their eyes open." The sad look on Meng Yan's face could not deceive anyone. His bloodshot eyes showed that he could not express the pain in his heart.

"What? That Fu Ling'er is so powerful? She killed so many masters at once? Are you serious?" Ye Shuo's eyes widened in shock. This... this is simply unbelievable. He remembered that when the mission was issued, it was clearly stated that the woman had just ascended not long ago and was at most in the late stage of the Divine Realm.

Unexpectedly...

With his current cultivation level that is about to break through to the Heavenly God Realm, he was unable to take the lives of so many masters in an instant, so how did that woman do it?

Suddenly, Ye Shuo was filled with doubt and confusion, and he had a deeper understanding of Fu Ling'er, who he had only heard of but never seen.

This realization made him feel a little scared for no reason. If he was just afraid, he could still overcome it, but when he heard Meng Yan talk about Fu Ling'er's past feats and the brutal methods used to deal with the Ghost Demon Pavilion, how could he escape unscathed from the siege of hundreds of masters? What kind of terrifying existence was that?

He was not just afraid now, there was also a trace of panic in his heart.

I can't help but wonder if I can deal with her? Because according to Meng Yan, among the masters who surrounded Fu Ling'er, there were many masters in the late stage of the True God Realm, and even one or two masters who were in the Great Perfection. However, they all died without escaping Fu Ling'er's clutches.

At this moment, the high-ranking Ye Shuo fell into deep silence.