"The Longevity Sect."
Zhao Beiming studied the person in front of him carefully, only to realize that they weren’t human, but part of the Ghost Race.
And not just any Blood Ghost, but another type of Ghost Race.
A special kind of Ghost Race with Great Martial Sect level strength, such powerhouses are rare and should be known throughout the Cangyuan Realm. After all, there aren’t many with Great Martial Sect abilities.
Yet, he had never even heard of this woman nad Yu Yuan.
He couldn’t help but marvel at how well the Longevity Sect was hidden. Perhaps no one in the entire world could uncover the secrets of the Longevity Sect, except for the Cangyuan Pavilion?
"Bringing here, it seems you want to finish off." Zhao Beiming’s expression was more serious because he had previously heard that he was on the Longevity Sect’s kill list.
He had thought it was a rumor since the Longevity Sect never ca for him, but today it seems what was destined to co has arrived.
"Don’t misunderstand, General Zhao, we don’t intend to kill you. We wish to borrow your soul, after all, your soul is a key to opening the door."
Yu Yuan said with a mischievous smile.
"May I ask, why is my soul considered a key?" Zhao Beiming was curious about this because he knew of a few people referred to as keys, and they were not connected in any way.
"Since you want to know, there’s no harm in telling you," Yu Yuan sat on a nearby bluestone, crossed her legs, her fiery red dress cascading down, revealing the pure white inside, so long and shapely.
No man could easily resist.
"There is not just one key. Those who beco keys all possess an absolute heart." Yu Yuan said indifferently, "Previously, Li Hengsheng, a disciple from Dao Mountain’s ancient land, had a heart of perception. He could effortlessly perceive powerful cultivation techniques from any scroll, succeeding with just a single insight. His perceptive heart was itself a key."
"Thousand Snow Sword Venerable Xue Qianbai has a supre sword heart, and although he was only at the Grandmaster realm at the ti, his sword skill cultivation was incredibly strong. He perfected the existence of the ’domain’ in sword dao while in the Grandmaster realm. His sword heart is extraordinary, not to ntion that the Thousand Snow Sword Venerable Xue Qianbai is only in his thirties, achieving such accomplishnts. His sword heart is a key."
"I see." At this mont, Zhao Beiming finally understood that keys were chosen based on this criteria.
"As for you, General Zhao," Yu Yuan lazily rested her chin on her hand, looking at Zhao Beiming, "you have an absolute heart of ’defense,’ making you a suitable candidate for a key."
"Should you one day reach the realm of a Grandmaster, perhaps no one in this world could easily kill you, so we chose to deal with you sooner rather than later."
Yu Yuan smiled and said, "Moreover, you’re not the only target in Beihan Country. Yin Fengqi’s son, Yin Changli, is also one of our targets."
"He possesses the Wood Yin Physique, a supre natural heart, also what we need."
"The Eleventh Prince..." Upon hearing Yu Yuan say this, Zhao Beiming’s expression changed. If it were just him, it wouldn’t matter much, but knowing that Yin Changli was also in Beihan Country at this ti.
The Eleventh Prince is in danger.
Zhao Beiming lost patience to listen to her chatter here any longer and turned to leave!
But as soon as Zhao Beiming turned, Yu Yuan snapped her fingers.
The sound was particularly loud in the silent night.
The space seed to shatter from all directions, and from the fragnted space burst forth streams of scarlet magma, transforming into endless weapons charging towards Zhao Beiming.
Zhao Beiming felt as if he had fallen into a boundless inferno.
The scorching heat surged towards him, almost roasting him alive.
The Nine Truths Spear in Zhao Beiming’s hand instantly began to whirl; he had to take it seriously because Yu Yuan was no ordinary person, but a Protector of the Longevity Sect.
A true Great Martial Sect powerhouse!
One wrong move, and he might really et his end here.
anwhile.
At Changqing Mansion.
"Why is it so noisy tonight?"
Yin Changli walked out from his study, sensing the commotion on the street.
Recently, Yin Changli had been learning swordsmanship from Xue Qianbai and simply lived in Li Changqing’s mansion. Ever since his mother concubine was promoted, many people had been secretly visiting him at the mansion, annoying him.
So he decided to move out.
He still didn’t know what was happening on the street.
Yin Changli intended to go out and take a look.
But after a few steps, he suddenly had a very bad premonition, his heart started to race as if sothing terrible was about to happen to him.
At this mont, he caught a faint sound, and Yin Changli vaguely sensed sothing.
The next mont, he sidestepped swiftly.
A thread of silk brushed past him.
The thread was extrely sharp; if it had cut him, it could have severed him in an instant.
Yin Changli was shocked, soone was trying to assassinate him.
When he looked back, he saw a figure in black standing in the courtyard, holding the silk thread, looking sowhat surprised at Yin Changli.
This Innate Perfection expert was shocked that his sneak attack couldn’t kill Yin Changli, who was in the Postnatal Great Perfection Realm.
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