A small casual cultivator!

Chapter 918: The Ancient One Has Gone on the Yellow Crane

For safety reasons, you must not go anywhere else outside of the Fairyland, not even to places that are too far away from the Haoyue Sect.

Money can move people's hearts, not to mention the blood of a dragon. Before refining this blood, this thing may very likely harm oneself.

Lu Luan lit the soul lamp in the Haoyue Sect. He could use the soul lamp to check where he had been and where he was. In fact, as long as he was in the fairyland, he was basically safe. The only people who were interested in him were those in the middle Nascent Soul stage at most. These people would definitely not dare to offend a behemoth like the Haoyue Sect.

"From now on, we will stay in the area around Haoyue Sect."

Lu Luan thought to himself.

The sect master's token is on him. With his cultivation level of the late Nascent Soul stage, even if there are people with ill intentions, no matter how daring they are, they dare not attack him within the sphere of influence of the Haoyue Sect.

"Friend Lu, what's wrong with you?"

The old woman's voice brought him out of his thoughts.

"Nothing, just very unexpected."

Lu Luan smiled and returned to normal.

“After breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage, I should be able to use Kunlun’s Xuanhuang blood to completely refine this bloodline.”

Lu Luan thought while drinking tea.

Next is waiting.

After thirty or so breaths.

"coming."

It didn't take long before he noticed spatial fluctuations in the room.

The next moment, a space crack appeared next to it.

A figure walked out, a middle-aged man.

"I'm sorry to have kept you two waiting. I'm Zhang Yong, the elder of Pengling Sect."

The visitor spoke humbly, and did not feel superior because of his higher level of cultivation.

"A cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage has come." After being surprised, Lu Luan stood up and bowed, saying, "Daoyou Zhang, I'm sorry to bother you."

"Friend Zhang." Lin Xi also bowed.

"My two Taoist friends want to visit an old friend. Please follow me. I will take you to Pengling Sect."

The old woman had already explained the reason when she reported to the sect.

So Zhang Yong directly invited them to the sect.

Then the three of them entered the space crack.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, have you returned to the path of immortality?" Zhang Yong asked curiously in the passage. He did not sense any trace of demonic aura from Lu Luan.

Lu Luan shook his head slowly and said, "No, but the sect master thinks highly of me, so in order to facilitate my activities in the fairyland, he personally took action to hide my demonic aura."

"Brother Lu must have lit up a lot of heart lamps. Senior Song really has good intentions." Zhang Yong replied.

"Friend Zhang said it well. When we returned to the Fairyland, there were still some core elders in the sect who had strange views on Senior Brother Lu. In order to convince them, they retested the heart lamps, and Senior Brother Lu showed five lights." Lin Xi said.

The Pengling Sect is not as open-minded as the Haoyue Sect, and they have an unfriendly attitude towards the demon cultivators from the bottom of their hearts.

"Five lights are on."

Zhang Yong's eyes showed deep shock. With his level of cultivation, it was actually very difficult for anything to make him change his emotions. But the lighting of five heart lamps was too unbelievable.

Five lamps. Not many people in a great sect like Pengling Sect can do it, let alone a demon cultivator.

Zhang Yong's opinion of Lu Luan changed a lot in an instant. Regardless of whether he was a demon cultivator or not, the fact that he lit up five heart lamps was enough to inspire awe.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, how is your master's injury now?" Zhang Yong asked Lin Xi.

"It has been suppressed, but it will take several decades to recover. Fellow Daoist Zhang, do you know my master?" Lin Xi asked.

Zhang Yong smiled slightly: "I know him. We often fought side by side in the wilderness to resist the monster tide. In fact, I was also injured and came back ten years ago."

"Friend Zhang, you must have had a very difficult battle in the wilderness."

Lu Luan said.

The smile on Zhang Yong's face slowly disappeared. He recalled something, and sadness appeared in his eyes. After a while, he said in a low voice: "It is indeed very difficult, but it is actually nothing. The most uncomfortable thing is that we can only watch piece after piece of land being polluted, and fairy city after fairy city being breached. There are too many monsters and we can't kill them all. We can't kill them all. Like a tsunami, it submerges everything it passes by. One of my ancestors of Pengling Sect died in the mouth of a beast king."

Just by listening to his voice, the two of them could clearly feel the powerlessness they felt at that time.

"But fortunately, it's all over now. Although our immortal forces suffered heavy casualties, they were not fundamentally damaged."

Although Zhang Yong breathed a sigh of relief, his mood became even heavier.

The reason why the roots were not damaged was that most of those who died were from the older generation who were not very old.

Like the Haoyue Sect, the Pengling Sect does not have many old people left.

While talking.

The three of them arrived at Pengling Sect.

This is a small courtyard, but it is located on a high peak, surrounded by misty clouds.

"Friend Lu, what's the name of the old friend you want to meet?"

Zhang Yong asked, and with a wave of his sleeves, the space crack behind him disappeared.

"Xu Feng."

His best friend in Pengling Sect is Xu Feng.

The two of them met in the Pengling Sect at that time. They attended the Pengling Fairy Meeting together and tried medicine together.

"Xu Feng?" Zhang Yong frowned. "It seems that there is no genius disciple with this name in the sect."

"Fellow Daoist Zhang has misunderstood. He is a miscellaneous elder." Lu Luan explained quickly.

"Miscellaneous elder?"

Zhang Yong was puzzled.

"I knew a friend who was a wandering cultivator before, but we later separated to seek our own opportunities. The last time we met was in the Wilderness. He was a miscellaneous elder in your sect at that time. He even recommended me to join the Pengling Sect. Unfortunately, I didn't pass the test of the heart lamp at that time." Lu Luan recalled.

"I didn't expect such a thing to happen. If it had been approved at that time, Fellow Daoist Lu would be a member of my Pengling Sect," Zhang Yong was greatly surprised.

Then he said calmly, "Friend Lu, Friend Lin, please wait here for a moment. I will go check. There are too many menial elders in Pengling Sect."

"it is good."

After a brief chat, Zhang Yong left.

In the yard, Lin Xi walked up to him and said, "Senior Brother Lu, I didn't expect you to come to Pengling Sect to try it."

Lu Luan looked at the magnificent buildings in front of him and said, "At that time, Senior Lu said that my chance was in the east, so I kept going east. The first person I met was Xu Feng, and I thought my chance was to join Pengling Sect."

"Then Xu Feng must be quite old." Lin Xi realized something.

"He is about the same age as me, more than two hundred years old. If he had not broken through to the Half-Step Golden Core realm, he might... be dead now." Lu Luan sat down in front of the stone table.

The life span of those in the Foundation Establishment stage is about two hundred years, and that of those in the Half-Step Golden Core stage is about two hundred and fifty years.

In fact, he had already anticipated that he might not be able to meet Xu Feng again. With Xu Feng's qualifications, he was at most in the late stage of foundation building.

After a while, Zhang Yong came back.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, how is it?" Lu Luan asked.

Xu Feng was one of his few good friends, and he still hoped to see him again.

Zhang Yong said nothing, and sat down opposite with a heavy face. Then he sighed and said in a complicated tone, "Daoyou Lu, I checked. The errand elder named Xu Feng passed away seventy years ago."

"what?"

Even though Lu Luan was prepared for the possibility of never meeting him again, he still found it hard to accept the fact that Xu Feng had died seventy years ago.

Zhang Yong said solemnly, "Seventy years ago, Xu Feng was in office at Parrot Island in the Wilderness. At that time, the demons began to attack the Wilderness, and Parrot Island was located near the border of the Wilderness. When the demons attacked, Parrot Island fell in an instant, and almost all the cultivators in the entire island were devoured by the demons. Elder Xu and his wife and children did not escape this disaster."

"Ugh."

At this point, Lu Luan sighed softly.

Unexpectedly, Xu Feng's life ended in this way. He thought that he could live the rest of his life peacefully with his wife after joining Pengling Sect, but he died an untimely death.