Longevity through Upgrading Buildings

Chapter 435: Chapter 217: The True Culprit Behind Xu Fugui and Hammer’s Deaths

When he saw Ji Yuan’s reaction at this moment, his mind was filled with only one thought, and that was… this Elder Qiu actually wasn’t afraid of that Celestial Silkworm Zhenren.

What does this imply?

It implies that he is definitely also a Golden Core Zhenren!

Upon this thought, Hu Li set aside all other concerns, looked at Ji Yuan in front of him, and spoke with a laughing tone through transmission: “Just joking, just joking, this Young Master Jiang is an outsider, he’s from Shangxi.”

“But with the elder, it’s different. We are fellow townsmen, we’re our own people.”

Ji Yuan chuckled without speaking, simply channeling a trace of Spiritual Qi into the Yin Ghost Sect Ring worn on his hand.

In an instant, a mist like a thin veil enveloped his entire body, and his aura suddenly changed, exuding a faint, imposing kingly presence directed at Hu Li.

“Ah—”

Startled, Hu Li instinctively shrank back and took several steps back before steadying himself.

This aura… surely even a fierce ghost would have to be a king among ghosts?

Ji Yuan looked at him for a few breaths before retracting the Yin Ghost Ring in his hand, then said indifferently: “Lead the way.”

“Yes.”

Subsequently, Hu Li became completely compliant, summoning his Flying Boat, while Ji Yuan continued to ride on the skull borrowed from Yin Tongzi, with billowing smoke, vividly portraying the demeanor of a Demon Cultivator.

Hu Li led the way, heading west after entering this Ancient Battlefield.

Ji Yuan silently observed the surroundings, the ground was cracked yellow earth, there wasn’t a trace of green on the nearby mountains, which were all bare, only interspersed with a few giant stones.

Not a single living being in sight.

A sight of utter desolation.

Ji Yuan released his Divine Sense to probe, only to find that even the areas his Divine Sense covered were the same, the only differences being the traces left behind by the ancient battlefield that his Divine Sense observed.

For example, giant stones that had been axed or chiseled, and some rusted weapons that had entirely decayed.

Or perhaps some human bones… or beast bones?

Could this be the site of a war between the Human Race and the Demon Race?

Ji Yuan pondered, but did not ask this question further, and he also noticed that even with his Divine Sense fully deployed, he found no trace of the Blood River.

Furthermore, not a hint of Water Transport was sensed.

If this is the case, then where is the Blood River?

No trace of the Blood River, no sign of the Wei Family, no living people sighted either; it seems, this Ancient Battlefield Ruins is quite large.

“We are close, our residence is just on the mountaintop ahead.”

Hu Li pointed with his hand, prompting Ji Yuan to retract his Divine Sense and look up in the direction he pointed.

A towering bald stone mountain, surrounded by drifting black fog, clearly not a decent place, and all the surrounding mountains were mere mounds, only that place was a stone mountain.

After the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, Ji Yuan and Hu Li reached the foot of this mountain.

“Please wait here for a moment, elder, I will go up and report.”

“Go ahead.”

Finishing his words, Ji Yuan began surveying the surroundings. The stones were just ordinary rocks, nothing special; apparently, those Demon Thieves had chosen to settle here simply due to its location, rather than for other reasons.

After speaking, Hu Li steered the Flying Boat towards the mountaintop.

Before long, Ji Yuan saw two figures flying over from the east. Turning to look… there was even a familiar face.

A tall and slender woman.

She had also been involved in the siege at Lishui City, although at that time, she was besieging Liu Yuan.

The other was a middle-aged man Ji Yuan did not recognize, with a Late-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivation, a centipede-like scar across his face, giving him a rather sinister appearance.

“Who are you? How did you get in?!”

The scar-faced man stepped forward and shouted.

Before Ji Yuan could open his mouth to explain, a calm voice came from the mountain.

“Let him come up.”

As soon as this voice was heard, the arrogance on the man’s face disappeared, replaced by a look of reverence. He bowed towards the mountain top, saying: “Yes.”

“Farewell.”

Ji Yuan smiled at the two of them, then rode the smoke-wreathed skull towards the mountaintop.

Feng Xiuxiu and the scar-faced man exchanged glances, both eyes filled with confusion… unfamiliar, never seen before, it must be someone new seeking refuge.

Upon reaching the black-fog-covered mountaintop, Ji Yuan discovered there was a hidden palace on top!

Spiritual Artifact?

Or a Magical Treasure type of palace?

Compared to the palace of Lady Mei Ru he previously encountered at Liancheng Mountain, her palace was no more than a thatched hut.

Witnessing this spectacle for the first time, Ji Yuan couldn’t help but feel impressed; it indeed matched the status of a Nascent Soul’s child.

Hu Li stood in front of this magnificent palace, gesturing for Ji Yuan to enter the hall.

Perhaps due to the presence of a Golden Core Zhenren, Hu Li did not transmit any voice as Ji Yuan passed by him.

Only waited for Ji Yuan to enter the grand hall, to finally see the scene inside.

The first sight was a handsome man wearing a black gold-embroidered dragon robe, with phoenix eyes and a vertical blood mark on his forehead. He reclined on a dragon throne covered with nine dragons, left leg raised, likewise resting on the throne, left hand drooping over his knee, right hand playing with two spirit-infused walnuts, exuding an arrogant aura.

Indeed, anyone with a Nascent Soul stage mother would behave arrogantly.

Especially in a place like the Cangluo Continent.

Ji Yuan felt that he, too, would be the same; he currently has no Nascent Soul stage mother, as he belongs to the Water Dragon Sect, but if he had a Nascent Soul stage mother… there would be no need for apologies.