Chapter 146 Methods

After saying goodbye to Xu Han, Ye Hongjian was in a good mood.

She hummed a tune and walked to the top of the mountain.

It was getting late, and most of the courtyards at the top of the mountain had already extinguished their lights, so they went to sleep early.

After Sikong Bai left seclusion, a series of arrangements made the entire sect busy. Regardless of whether it was the High Elder, Deacon, or personal disciple, they were extremely tired. They really didn't have the energy to do anything at night.

However, there was only candlelight beside a small courtyard at the edge of these courtyards. At the entrance, a pale-faced blue-robed man was standing there, silent like a statue, serene like a monster.

When Ye Hongjian saw the figure clearly, she was slightly stunned. Then, she put away the smile on her face.

She slowly walked over to the man, her expression becoming a little cold.

"How is it?" The blue-robed man asked.

"I'm a little bit lacking, but it's still better than thinking about a remote corner in the past."

"It seems to me that your beauty trap has trapped me too." The man said again, the corner of his mouth suddenly raised.

"Isn't that good?" Ye Hongjian tilted her head and looked at the man.

"Alright?" The man asked.

"Beauty is worthy of a hero. Very good." Ye Hongjian was very sure.

"Is he a hero?" The man asked.

"Not yet." Ye Hongjian rolled her eyes, "But sooner or later it will be."

When the man heard this, he was slightly stunned and finally nodded. "But as you wish."

"It will be as I wish."

At that time, the night breeze rose and the girl smiled like a flower.

…

Three days later.

Something went wrong in Linglong Pavilion.

One of the disciples on Mount Reverie suddenly went crazy during the night. He killed three of his fellow disciples without stopping. He rushed out of the room and injured seven people before being killed on the spot by the disciples of the Sword Hall who had just been chased away.

The Mountain Gate spread the news to the gods. It said that the disciple was possessed by a demon and his eyes were red. He was clearly a scholar but he was extremely powerful. The four Three Yuan Realm disciples took action to kill him.

In the thousands of years since the establishment of the Linglong Pavilion, apart from thirty years ago, when Zhong Changhen hated killing his master who had entered the Devil Realm, such a thing had never happened. The upper echelons of the Linglong Pavilion were shaken, and Sikong Bai had ordered a strict investigation.

However, the aftermath of this matter was still unsettled. In the next two days, the disciples of the three peaks had all developed such symptoms. Over the past five days, there were a total of seven people with such symptoms.

Everyone in the Exquisite Pavilion was panicking for a moment.

On this day, Xu Han opened his eyes from his meditation.

His eyebrows furrowed deeply and he didn't feel gloomy.

The injuries caused to him by Sikong Bai had already healed. He had been thinking of ways to fuse the inner core with the sword seed these past few days. After such a long time, the inner core and the sword seed had almost fused together. However, he was still unable to take the last step. This made him somewhat irritated. Fortunately, his physical cultivation had improved significantly, and he was on the verge of breaking through.

Xu Han shook his head and shook off the irritation in his heart.

In the end, he couldn't be impatient about cultivation.

Thinking of this, he raised his head to look at the sky. It was already noon.

A crackling sound came from inside the room. Qin Keqing was probably preparing lunch.

Xu Han sat down at the stone table. Xuan'er, who was basking in the sun in the courtyard, jumped into Xu Han's embrace at that time. It rubbed Xu Han intimately, then lay on his lap and lazily curled up, taking a nap.

Xu Han smiled faintly and stroked Xuan'er's smooth hair on her back. His mood inexplicably improved.

Right at this moment, a figure walked in from the entrance of the courtyard with a gray face.

Seeing this, Xu Han smiled and said, "Brother Song, what's wrong?"

That person was Song Yueming. Xu Han was not surprised to see him arrive here at the same time every day. However, today, this youth's expression seemed to be somewhat wrong.

"Ah." Song Yueming sat beside Xu Han and before he could say anything, he let out a long, old sigh.

"Another one."

Song Yueming said.

Xu Han was stunned for a moment, and he roughly guessed what this so-called'another 'was referring to.

His brows furrowed at that moment.

"Fortunately, I listened to Brother Xu's words and didn't practice that sword art." Song Yueming patted his chest in fear, but he soon thought of his fellow disciples who were practicing like fire. "But, if Linglong Pavilion continues to practice like this…"

"Looks like Linglong Pavilion has already reached the end." Xu Han took over the conversation and said with a deep gaze.

Xu Han did not have much affection for the so-called number one sect under the heavens. However, no matter what, Ning Zhumang and Zhong Changhen were both grateful to him. Seeing the Linglong Pavilion that they had spent their entire lives protecting die, they still didn't know that. Xu Han's heart also felt uncomfortable.

"Brother Xu, why don't we report this matter to Elder Sikong?" Song Yueming gritted his teeth and suddenly said.

Hearing this, Xu Han rolled his eyes at Song Yueming and said, "Brother Song really doesn't have a long memory. Have you forgotten how Lang Chaosha treated you a few days ago?"

"Lang Chaosha is Lang Chaosha. He can't represent the entire Linglong Pavilion." Song Yueming defended in dissatisfaction.

"Naturally, Lang Chaosha cannot represent the Linglong Pavilion, but Brother Song thinks that I can see through the sword art of the problem. With Elder Sikong's vision, I won't be able to see through it?" Xu Han asked with narrowed eyes.

Hearing this, Song Yueming's body trembled. He had never imagined that such a simple principle would be fine. How could he not understand Xu Han's words?

A look of horror appeared on his forehead at that time. He stared at Xu Han blankly and stammered, "Then … then … what exactly did Elder Sikong do this for?"

At that time, his voice became extremely dry and even slightly hoarse.

"Ghosts are obsessed. You're too smart to know what to do." Xu Han's extremely simple comment was correct.

Song Yueming immediately fell silent. He lowered his head and thought for a long time before raising his head to look at Xu Han again. "Could it be that the Exquisite Pavilion is finished like this?"

"The Hundred Foot Bug is still alive. Besides, the Exquisite Pavilion only wants to save it. It's not up to us. We have to find another way." Xu Han said in a deep voice.

"What method?" Hearing this, Song Yueming's eyes lit up and he asked impatiently.

"Since I have said this, I would like to ask Brother Song, if the Exquisite Pavilion continues like this, what are Brother Song's plans?" Xu Han's expression turned serious as he asked.

Song Yueming's expression also darkened at that time. He looked straight at Xu Han. After a long time, he said, "The sect and I have nurtured each other. If we really reach that stage, I will have no shirk my responsibility. I will definitely live and die with the sect."

At that time, the youth's waist was straight, his eyes were like torches, and his aura was like a tiger.

Xu Han's words of persuasion, which had already been written, were finally swallowed back after witnessing the youth's expression.

"Then what exactly is Brother Xu's plan?" The youth asked again.

Xu Han shook his head and didn't say anything.

He only took a deep look at Song Yueming.

He said in his heart.

You're the one…

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