Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Fang Chen nodded lightly: "I have met a Nascent Soul monk named Du Fei."

"Elder Du Fei!?"

All the monks looked at each other.

Du Fei has been missing for many years. They didn't expect the other party to see him. They all thought Du Fei had died outside.

Du Huiru looked nervous and took a few steps forward: "I wonder where my brother is!?"

"This... let's go in and talk."

Fang Chen smiled.

Du Huiru showed an apology: "Fellow Taoist is right, I was rude."

Fang Chen followed Du Huiru to the reception room of Xuan Guanmen. After all the tea and snacks were served, Du Huiru couldn't help asking again and said that if there was any news about Du Fei's whereabouts, she would be willing to take out three thousand low-grade spiritual stones.

"Fellow Daoist Du, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you. Fellow Daoist Du Fei has passed away, and all I see here are his bones."

Fang Chen put down the tea cup and said softly.

"Sitting!?"

Du Huiru was slightly startled, then shook her head: "This is absolutely impossible. My brother is a Nascent Soul monk and has many years left to live. How can he die easily?"

Fang Chen didn't say anything, and Du Huiru's face gradually turned ugly when she saw this, until Fang Chen took out a corpse and a stone slab.

Du Fei once wrote his last words on a stone slab. Fang Chen thought that if he wanted to send his body back in the future, these last words would help explain the reason, so he dug it up and took it away with him.

Du Huiru glanced at the bones with an expressionless face, then looked at the writing on the stone slab, and her expression suddenly changed.

Loss, sadness, anger, various emotions intertwined and flickered in her eyes. After a few breaths, she took a deep breath and said calmly to Fang Chen:

"This is not my brother. It seems that you have recognized the wrong person. If there is nothing else, please leave."

Fang Chen looked at her quietly and suddenly smiled and said: "You have something to hide, but it doesn't matter. Since I have sent Du Fei's body here today, I am naturally not afraid of any danger here."

"The words on this slate are all nonsense. The great elder of our sect has now achieved great perfection and is the most outstanding monk in Xuan Guan Sect in the past thousand years."

Du Huiru said in a deep voice: "Everything on the slate is slandering the Great Elder. If you don't leave now, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave in a while."

"Madam, I heard that a distinguished guest is coming to visit? I think you know your brother?"

Suddenly, a middle-aged man led a group of monks into the living room and looked at Du Huiru and Fang Chen with a smile.

"This is my husband. You just said you admired the great elder of my sect, and he is his father."

Du Huiru introduced the identity of the visitor to Fang Chen, then smiled at the middle-aged man and said:

"It's a misunderstanding. This fellow Taoist has important matters to attend to and is planning to leave."

The bones and stone slabs had been collected immediately by Du Huiru.

Her current behavior is very obvious, and anyone who is not a fool can see the clues.

"Leave? Our Xuan Guan Sect's hospitality is not like this. If word spreads, how will outsiders view us?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said: "Even if it is a misunderstanding, since you are here, please stay for a few days and let us entertain you well."

He looked at Fang Chen with gentle eyes: "Unless fellow Taoist dare not... stay here for some reason."

Du Huiru suddenly found that the monks were surrounded outside the living room, and a flash of panic flashed in her eyes.

"People of the Ming Dynasty don't tell secret stories. I am here today. In addition to sending Du Fei's body back to Xuan Guan Sect, I also plan to meet the great elder he mentioned."

Fang Chen picked up the teacup and took a sip, "There's no need to mobilize so many people, I'm just one person."

"Du Fei's body?"

The monks behind the middle-aged man looked at each other in confusion.

"So, Du Fei has been missing for so many years and died at your hands?"

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly and grabbed Du Huiru: "Madam, you are really stupid. If you invite such a vicious person into the door, what will you do if it hurts the blood in your belly?"

Fang Chen suddenly realized that he looked at Du Huiru's belly and indeed saw a group of small lives gathering together.

No wonder Du Huiru's reaction was so strange.

"Your father is a Blood Spirit Cult monk. Looking at your attitude now, he must be a Blood Spirit Cult monk, right?"

Fang Chen said calmly: "Go and call him over. What's next, with your cultivation level, you are not qualified to talk to him for the time being."

The middle-aged man's expression suddenly changed, and he stared at Fang Chen warily.

But the monks behind him looked a little confused.

They knew about the existence of the Blood Spirit Religion, but they had never thought about the connection between the Xuan Guan Sect and the Blood Spirit Religion.

"You want to see me, I'm here."

A figure slowly walked into the living room.

When everyone saw this, they quickly saluted.

The person who came had an upright posture, walking like a dragon or a tiger. Although he had silver hair, he looked energetic, but his eyes were a little gloomy.

He looked at Fang Chen calmly: "Where are Du Fei's bones? Take them out and have a look."

"There's nothing interesting to see. You have indeed achieved great perfection. I think you have already prepared the concentration liquid."

Fang Chen smiled.

"Concentration fluid?"

Seeing the other party mention this thing, the Great Elder of Xuan Guan Sect was suddenly startled, and then stared at Fang Chen:

"Who are you?"

He originally thought that Du Fei had left some back-up plan to attract this person, but the other party mentioned the concentration liquid, which showed that the other party's purpose of coming here was not that simple.

"Father, don't talk nonsense with him. He dares to slander you as a Blood Spirit Cult monk, which shows that this person is an enemy rather than a friend."

The middle-aged man said solemnly: "Just take action and get rid of it."

"I can't see through his cultivation."

The voice of the great elder of Xuanguanmen rang in the middle-aged man’s ears.

The middle-aged man was suddenly stunned. His father was in Dzogchen, and he couldn't see through the other party's cultivation?

"I want to buy the concentration liquid in your hand. I will leave as soon as I get it. What do you want?"

Fang Chen smiled lightly.

"Buy my concentration liquid? Do you know that this is a must-have item for out-of-body promotion and distraction?"

The Great Elder of Xuanguan Sect breathed a sigh of relief. Since the other party had this purpose, it was probably not the group of Spirit-Slaying Division monks.

As long as there is some hypocrisy and compromise, the matter can be dealt with.

"Of course I know, otherwise why would I buy it? Now I have some on hand. I only need a little to get the concentration liquid needed for promotion."

Fang Chen smiled and nodded.

Du Huiru's eyes were a little confused. Why did the person in front of her come here?

Could it be that she just brought back her brother's bones?

"The concentration liquid is very expensive. I don't have much on hand. If you really need it urgently, I can sell some of it, but I don't know what you plan to use to buy it."

The great elder of Xuan Guan Sect said calmly.

"With your life."

Everyone just saw a flash of sword light, and the Great Elder of Xuanguan Sect knelt down in front of Fang Chen. His head slowly dropped, and blood mixed with pink and white paste dripped down drop by drop.

The monks present stood frozen on the spot, staring blankly at this scene. Even if Fang Chen stood up and took away the storage ring from the great elder of Xuan Guan Sect, no one dared to move.