Offering Salted Fish To Master

Suddenly, the sky and the earth moved, and flames rose out of thin air. This raging fire burned the entire holy Baifeng Mountain and turned everything on the mountain into scarlet red.

There were thunderstorms, and flames in the mountain. Master Yan turned his head and ran out. His eyes were full of amazement. He had never seen such a terrible scene. The original verdant forest turned into cracked scorched earth in an instant, and even the rocks and soil on the mountain were burned by flames. He even heard the howls of countless people. The holy mountain seemed to lose countless souls. After they broke free from the shackles of the mountain, they all rushed into the sea of ​​fire.

Was this fiery purgatory? Master Yan fell on the ground with his legs soft and couldn’t get up anymore.

…

Liao Tingyan, the otter, sat on the carved beams of the stage of Yan’s mansion, eating melon seeds and listening to the storyteller underneath.

“The demon cultivator slaughtered three large cities in the southeast and ate hundreds of thousands of civilians on the southeast boundary. The immortal mansion sect wasn’t very powerful. They were disciples from the small sect. They weren’t able to save people. In the past, the scorpion stirred up the wind and rain and became a disaster in the southeast, causing anger and resentment. Even the nearby martial artists had no choice but to kill many disciples, and finally someone asked Gengchen. At that time, the head of the Dao lord Yuyou Daojun was the most upright and kind, and he worked for the people of the world. He immediately responded to this matter and went to the southeast to suppress the demon.”

“At that time, because of the two people, that piece of land became a thousand miles of red land, and the original hills and mountains became wilderness and plains. What do you think? It’s a real peace!” The storyteller on the stage shook his head and shook his head. The Yan family’s daughters listened with enthusiasm.

“Is the immortal really powerful? There are a lot of immortal cultivators in our mansion, and they are not very good,” a young woman didn’t believe it.

“That’s not right. can they be compared with our head of the Gengchen Xianfu? Even a disciple of the inner mansion of the Immortal Mansion is comparable to the head elders of the sects outside. Otherwise, how could we say that they are the first immortal mansion?” The woman who was talking was full of pride as if she was part of the Gengchen Xianfu.

These were the women in the back house of the Yan Mansion. There were hundreds of people and there were also many children. A lot of children were making noises in the garden outside, it was terrible. Liao Tingyan was bored from sleeping. She found this place when she wandered around, laid on the beam and listened to the story.

The Yan Mansion was very wealthy and had raised many musicians and entertainers to pass the time. This storyteller was talking about the deeds of many famous powerful people in Gengchen Xianfu. 

Liao Tingyan didn’t know a lot of things, and after lying there and listening for a long time, she got a bit of insight.

There was a quarrel underneath, and someone said, “Eh, you know, it is said that our ancestor has left.”

“…You mean Lord Cizang?”

“Of course it’s him, the last bloodline of the Sima clan. How could you not hear of his deeds?”

“I haven’t heard much, so let the storyteller tell us about it.”

Liao Tingyan silently knocked another melon seed when she heard ‘Dao lord Cizang’. If they knew that this ancestor lived in this mansion before, they would be scared to death.

The storyteller said, “This master, although he had a high seniority, he isn’t very old, and he had been in closed door cultivation for many years. There is really nothing to say about great deeds. However, there are some rumours that could be told ladies and gentlemen.”

No matter where it was, gossip was powerful, and the group of women urged him to speak quickly.

The storyteller said, “It was said that the Dao lord Ciang was raised by the Dao lord Wang, but he failed to become an upright and kind person like the Dao lord Wang. He has a very bad temper. I heard that it was very bad. Back then, a high-ranking cultivator in the Shangyun Buddhist Temple in the Hidden Buddha Kingdom was invited by the Wandering Dao lord to suppress the heart demon for the Dao Lord Cizang. The word “Cizang” of the Dao lord Cizang is the word of the high cultivator… …”

She gained a lot of insight. Liao Tingyan couldn’t help applauding the man. He was really an expert among the folks. This storyteller knew a lot. Many disciples in Gengchen Xianfu didn’t know about the ancestor’s affairs, but he told it very well.

After listening to gossip for a day, Liao Tingyan put away the remaining melon seeds and soft drinks, and flew back to her residence from the beam of the stage.

This residence was arranged by Master Yan. It was very remote, and it was an exquisite courtyard with a very rich style. Liao Tingyan flew in from the window and collapsed on the auspicious cloud pattern couch beside the bed. As soon as she sat down, the door was pushed open.

Sima Jiao was back.

He was dripping with blood all over, and on his hair and clothes, there were clusters of crimson red. His eyes were also terribly red, only his face was still white. The moment he walked in, a strong smell of blood filled the room.

He sat on a chair, raised his head, put his hands on the armrest, gasped for a long time, and coughed up a mouthful of blood. As if he was very tired, he didn’t even bother to reach out to wipe it. He glanced at Liao Tingyan, and said indifferently, “I’m going to die soon.”

Liao Tingyan: “?” What! Are you kidding?

She looked closely at Sima Jiao and found that there were slightly bulging blood vessels on his cold white neck, as well as on the back of his exposed hands.

“Since I was born, many people have wanted to kill me. They want my life, but I don’t want to give it.” 

Sima Jiao said in a gloomy tone, “Whoever wants my life, I want their life.”

His voice changed. He stared into Liao Tingyan’s eyes and said, “But if you want my life now, I can give it to you. Do you want it?”