Lizhou, the ancestral temple of musical instruments.

  The small town at the foot of the mountain was crowded with people, mostly strangers.

  Pick anyone at random, and they all exude an aura of quiet intimidation.

  The entire staff of the Demon-Suppressing Department was mobilized, exerting their utmost efforts to maintain order.

  The Cloud Patterned Black Shirt that made demons and Jianghu warriors dread, was however not even placed in the eyes of this group of strangers.

  What truly silenced them was the intangible dark energy hanging in the sky.

  Although invisible to the naked eye, the intense pressure of the Upper Boundary Wuxian had already enveloped the entire Qizong range.

  "We want to go up the mountain to pay our respects."

  Deep and profound masters gathered at the foot of the mountain, the disciples of Qizong welcomed them into the mountain with courtesy.

  Han Wan Shan silently gazed at this place.

  The news of the birth of the treasure is really too big, one spreads ten, ten spreads hundred, and eventually it's known to all.

  The Daqian inner temple is not lacking in foreign monks who come to travel and study.

  As soon as they heard the news, everyone gathered together.

  In the past, just one sentence from the Wu Temple would have been enough to disperse them, but now... being able to barely intimidate the crowd and prevent any chaos is already a good outcome.

  All parties are too complicated, and the trend of decline is gradually becoming apparent. It's also impossible to offend so many people.

  "The accommodations have been prepared for you all, but the mountain top is a forbidden area, I hope you will not trespass."

  The Lin couple held long swords in their hands and stood guard on the mountain path as disciples of the Wu Miao Temple.

  A group of visiting monks looked up at the sky, though their thoughts were different, they all nodded in unison: "Thank you for the hospitality of the Qizong sect."

  At the mountain top, dense white fog gathered into clouds, making the entire small hill seem as if it were in the midst of a cold winter. The treetops were covered with white frost, and the forest was filled with the howling of icy winds that whipped up frozen leaves.

  "Who would have thought that in just a small place within the Daqian Dynasty, there is actually someone with the ability to forge a divine artifact." A cultivator shook his head in amazement.

  This remark seemed to remind everyone, and suddenly other monks and nuns began to chat with the disciples of the Qi Zong sect.

  “……”

  Among them were several extraordinary figures with strong auras from prestigious families, who merely glanced over before shifting their gaze back to the mountain peak.

  To win over others, it's not about being polite.

  Moreover, whether they can truly forge a magic treasure is still an unknown quantity.

  Even if it is created, we must first determine the ownership of this treasure, and the matter of winning it over can be discussed later.

  "If it weren't for Qingyun, I wouldn't have known that there was a Hunyuan Sect Master within Lüzhou."

  Wan Shan slowly clenched his fist, feeling a slight pressure.

  Although his realm is high, it's not easy to suppress all heroes with just his strength.

  This is also because the time is still short. If it's delayed for another one or two months, maybe even the strong ones in the Hua Shen realm will come over personally, especially the Xuan Guang Cave...

  It's actually the Wu Temple that can sit still.

  No matter what, you have to bring some gold with you to calm things down.

  Don't give them any pressure, or else this group of blacksmiths might have really brought their treasure and joined another force.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, he soon heard a few whispers.

  "Qingyang brother, has Lin Zong thought about placing the artifact in a more suitable location?"

  "With their backs against the great tree of Wu Miao, although they may feel at ease in their hearts, after all, they are Yin Shen cultivators and may not necessarily attach importance to you."

  "I know you're a disciple of Wu Miao Men, but what can they give you? The Golden Body Technique? You won't be able to use it anyway... how about..."

  Lin Qingyang listened to the whispers in his ear, looking at the strong man who was above him in realm, and unexpectedly also called him brother, although his face did not change, but in his heart he felt inexplicably relieved.

  At the same time, there were also whispers of discontent.

  If Wu Miao were really a big tree, these people wouldn't dare to say such things to his face either. They all know the current situation of Da Qian, it's just polite talk.

  He absent-mindedly replied: "What's the point of you and me discussing these things, anyway? The family heirloom will be decided by my dad."

  That person wanted to say something more, but was stopped by Mrs. Lin's polite gesture: "Senior, please don't mention it again, the sect leader has his own arrangements."

  "Alright, alright."

  That man smiled reluctantly and retreated back into the crowd, continuing to look towards the mountain top.

  The instrument has finally gained some reputation, and this group of blacksmiths, as long as they are clever, know how to take advantage of the situation.

  It's actually not difficult to choose between becoming a great nation or slowly rotting away with a withered tree until death.

  Suddenly, under everyone's watchful eyes.

  The white fog in the sky quickly shrank downwards until it disappeared from view.

  But everyone felt a chill run down their spine.

  Among them, those extraordinary masters had a hint of surprise on their faces, and then they exchanged a glance, each letting out a cold snort, and slapped their palms towards their waists.

  The atmosphere between them suddenly became extremely tense.

  The treasure is ready! Now it's time to name a price.

  Everyone was staring at the mountain path, and after a moment, a disheveled old man came running down with a jade box in his arms.

  Just as they were about to go forward, Lin Jingyi buried his head and waved his hand: "Let's make way."

  Then he ran down the mountain in a flash.

  Only a group of stunned monks were left behind.

  Even the Hanging Temple in the sky was somewhat surprised: "......"

  This old man has always been eager for the rise of the Qi family, when did he become so well-behaved and honest.

  "Follow him!"

  The middle-aged master frowned and snorted, then stepped forward and walked down the mountain.

  So many people have been waiting for many days.

  They didn't even give him a chance to bid, and they wouldn't even take out the treasure to show him what it looked like. They really treated him like a monkey.

  A small building on the mountain waist.

  Lin Jingyi knocked on the door and waited for a response before pushing it open and entering.

  Looking at the young man in black sitting quietly on the couch.

  He forced a smile and handed over the jade box: "Lord Shen, the old man didn't let you down, it's done."

  "Thanks for your hard work." Shen Yi opened her eyes and nodded slightly.

  "It's nothing, it's nothing, it should be." Lin Jingyi hastily shook his head and immediately said: "You watch first, I'll go out and get rid of them."

  Having said that, the old man stepped out of the small building with a gentle pace.

  He turned around and found himself facing a group of foreign monks with unpleasant expressions, including Lin Qingyang who was staring at his father in confusion.

  What a good opportunity, just wasted like this?

  Did you get your brain damaged from hammering iron?

  "Gentlemen, there's nothing more to see here. I'll have someone prepare a banquet for you right away, and make sure you all have a great time."

  Lin Jingyi forced a smile.

  His gaze swept quickly over those few experts.

  The founder of Hunyuan... useless.

  With just these two or three people, if they dare to follow Lord Shen out of Da Qian, it would be a matter of only two hours.

  The old man did not want to hear Shen Yi say "May I have a word with you?"

  "Enjoy yourself?"

  Most of the onlookers remained silent, while the few masters from the Hunyuan Sect standing in front had gloomy eyes.

  One of them was already clenching his fist.

  Under so many watchful eyes, Lin Jingyi was surprisingly relaxed, standing at the door of the small building, without a single worry on his face.

  “……”

  The master of Hunyuan glanced up at the sky.

  Few fools can cultivate to this level.

  A superior being of the Upper Realm of Martial Arts would never give such a huge advantage to an artifact spirit.

  Who is in that little building?

  Is it true that someone moved a corpse from the Wu Temple here?

  (End of chapter)