C131 (1/2)

Ling Yan smiled faintly. He lifted his right hand and cast a seal, causing the space in front of him to sway slightly. The Nascent Souls flew back, looking nervously behind them as they flew, as if they were demons that could devour them.

Ji Xiaoqian found it interesting and laughed, ”Brother, how did you do it? They flew back but you don't know.”

Ling Yan replied, ”The Palace of Alchemy was filled with restrictions and formations, but they're still hidden and haven't been activated yet. I've only activated one of them, the Formless Illusion Formation. Haha, what they're seeing right now is only a scene of us flying away. In their eyes, we're still behind them.”

The Nascent Souls returned as fast as they could. As soon as Ling Yan released his hand seals, they shrieked as they realized that they had gathered in front of the two cultivators after flying for such a long time.

Ling Yan smiled. ”Don't panic, everyone. We won't hurt you. To be honest, if I want to harm you, it's useless for you to run away!”

Their cultivation base was either at the body stage or the soul splitting stage when they were alive, and could be said to be all the experts amongst the experts. But now, with so many Nascent Souls, it was estimated that they could handle all of them, and they knew that the cultivation of this young man in front of them was very high, even higher than their own cultivation before death. If this young man really had any ill intentions, he would not be able to escape, but his Nascent Soul body was another kind of heavenly resource that could seduce cultivators.

A Nascent Soul martial artist in the front took a step forward and asked in a shrill voice, ”What … what do you want to ask?” ”We don't know much …”

Ling Yan knew what a nascent soul meant, and understood their fear. With a gentle smile, Ling Yan tried to soften his tone as much as possible. ”There's so much spiritual energy here. You all have plenty of time, so why haven't you condensed your Spiritual Body yet?”

This nascent soul looked very young, around thirty years old. He glanced at Ling Yan, then turned around and said, ”We don't dare to form a spirit body, because as long as there is something solid here, the formations here will attack.”

”Attack?” Ling Yan raised his head to look at the sky. The next moment, it was as if it was morning. The warm rays of the morning sun shone through the invisible light barrier of the Hall of Alchemy, illuminating the green jade platform. He knew that the Nascent Soul was talking about before he had received the Hall of Alchemy. Right now, in the entire Hall of Alchemy, aside from the great protective formation outside and some important areas in the rear hall, the array formations in other places were still in a silent state, including the thirteen statues guarding the door.

Ling Yan suddenly understood. Originally, he had fourteen Nascent Souls, but if he subtracted one now, the Nascent Souls would first form a Spirit Body and then be destroyed by the formation.

When the nascent soul saw Ling Yan raise his head to look at the sky, he continued, ”But right now, other than the defensive arrays outside the immortal estate, there are no other formations. It seems to have risen to the surface of the planet. Can I ask who you are? ” After saying that, he looked at Ling Yan nervously.

Ling Yan laughed: ”Hur Hur! Before you ask someone else, should you introduce yourself? ”

The nascent soul smiled embarrassedly and said, ”I am Wan Chen, master of the Hidden Sword Pavilion in the Heavenly Court's main pavilion …”

”What?” Ling Yan and Ji Xiaoqian exclaimed in unison as they sized up this nascent soul who called himself Wan Chen. Ling Yan turned around and looked at Ji Xiaoqian, asking, ”Qian'Er, you said who is the owner of the Hidden Sword Hall?” Ling Yan had forgotten the owner's name, but there were only three words in his memory.

Ji Xiaoqian thought for a moment and said, ”I remember Mistress said that her name is Bai Jian Fei. This Wan Chen …”

Wan Chen's face was filled with surprise. He flew forward another meter before asking in a stammering voice, ”I … Bai Jian Fei is my disciple. Do you … you know my disciple?” The tone of her voice was somewhat agitated. After being trapped here for over a thousand years and suddenly hearing news of his loved ones, Wan Chen's shocked expression was somewhat dull.

Ling Yan was stunned for a moment. Before he and Qian'er could return to Sunset Planet and meet the people from the Pavilion, they met the Nascent Soul of the people from the Pavilion first. Looking at Wan Chen, he clasped his hands and said, ”Junior greets Pavilion Master Wan, this is junior's wife, Ji Xiaoqian.” Ling Yan didn't doubt Wan Chen's identity in the slightest. The spiritual fluctuations of his nascent soul were simple and clear, and Ling Yan could see through it with a single glance. Besides, there was nothing much to impersonate a nascent soul.

Ji Xiaoqian bowed and responded politely, ”Ji Xiaoqian greets Pavilion Master Wan!”