Inside the grand hall, the elder turned around with a yellowed name list in his hand.
He flipped it open before Ling Xian and searched for the name Zhang Mengyue.
After some time, the name Zhang Mengyue entered his sight and energized Ling Xian.
But in the next second, he was disappointed.
Because other than the name Zhang Mengyue, there was only the House's saintess. Other than that, there was no other information.
This meant the trail was broken. Naturally, Ling Xian was disappointed.
"It really is her …"
Seeing the words' Holy Maiden ', the old man sighed softly. A complicated look flashed through his muddy eyes.
"Hmm?"
Ling Xian raised an eyebrow, "Based on your tone, you seem to have some recollection of her."
"Zhang Mengyue, the saintess from 30,000 years ago, the next Leader of the Hall."
"But in the end, she betrayed the Hall. Her reason is unknown and her whereabouts are a mystery."
"Rumor has it that she stole the Mark of the Moon. But there is no proof."
The old man let out a long sigh and said, "When you first mentioned this name, I didn't think of her. Now that I see the two words' Saintess' on the register, I am finally sure."
"Whereabouts are a mystery …"
Ling Xian frowned. He didn't care why Zhang Mengyue betrayed the Hall of the Moon or if she stole the Mark of the Moon. He only cared about her whereabouts.
"That's right. After she left the Hall of the Moon, like a rock sinking into the ocean, she disappeared without a trace."
The elder sighed, "The Hall of the Moon is also searching for her. Sadly, after 30,000 years, we have not found a single trace."
"Not even a single trace?" Ling Xian's frown deepened. The Hall of the Moon back then was not this fallen third tier force.
Even if they were, after 30,000 years, they should have found some clues. But the result was that not a single trace was found. She basically disappeared from the face of the earth!
"That's right."
The elder sighed, "I don't know why you are looking for this woman, but I advise you to give up."
"I should give up."
Ling Xian bitterly smiled. If the Leaning Moon Hall could not find her, how could he find her by himself? It was a waste of time.
But, he cannot give up.
The Immortal of Alchemy treated him like his own son. How could he disappoint him?
"Are there really no clues …" Ling Xian did not give up.
"Not at all."
The old man shook his head and said, "Our Moon Palace has long given up. Even if she really took the Moon Mark, we don't want to look for it again."
"Fine."
Ling Xian sighed, "Then I will leave now."
With that, he turned around and walked out of the hall.
Just then, a voice arose from the foot of the mountain, making Ling Xian frown.
"I am Zhang Chenglong, and I seek an audience with the Moon Hall Master!"
Hearing this, Ling Xian frowned and then revealed a smile.
In the past, when he had first arrived at the Fantastic Stones Shop, he had helped a young man who was being bullied. That person was called Zhang Chenglong.
"Is it him …" Ling Xian grinned and stopped walking.
This made the old man suspicious, and he asked, "Do you know this person?"
"You can say that." Ling Xian nodded.
Hearing this, the old man said in a clear voice, "Come in."
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure flew into the hall. It was Zhang Chenglong.
The moment he entered the grand hall, he saw Ling Xian and revealed a look of surprise.
To him, Ling Xian was his second parent. Without him, Zhang Chenglong would've swallowed the humiliation and wouldn't be where he is today.
Therefore, he asked in surprise, "Brother Ling, why are you here?"
"I have some business."
Ling Xian had a smile on his lips as he checked out Zhang Chenglong, "Not bad. You have broken through to the sixth level. It seems like the Holy Mountain of Xumi's medicinal Dans are not bad."
"It's all thanks to you, Brother Ling. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be where I am today." Zhang Chenglong's eyes were full of gratitude and joy.
"I didn't do much, there is no need to thank me."
Ling Xian brandished his hand, "Alright, do what you need to do. We can catch up later."
"Okay."
Zhang Chenglong nodded and shifted his gaze towards the old man, "I want to ask about someone."
Hearing this, the old man looked at Ling Xian strangely, "Who do you want to ask about?"
"Zhang Meng Yue."
Zhang Chenglong smiled, startling the old man. Ling Xian was startled as well.
Then, he remembered the surname Zhang and his expression changed. He asked, "Zhang Meng Yue … who is she to you?"
"Ancestor."
Zhang Chenglong said, "I am her 62nd generation great-great-grandson."
Hearing this, Ling Xian's eyes exploded with heavenly light and the corner of his lips curled up.
This was truly a case of wearing out iron shoes while searching for something, only to find it by chance.
His mission was to find out if Zhang Meng Yue had any descendants. Zhang Chenglong's appearance meant he had completed what the Immortal of Alchemy asked him to do.
Ling Xian revealed a smile and the way he looked at Zhang Chenglong softened.
The Immortal of Alchemy treated him like his own son. Naturally, he loved the descendants of the Immortal of Alchemy.
"You are her descendant?!"
The old man's expression turned cold. His Qi poured out of him and climbed rapidly. In an instant, he reached the advanced stage of the sixth level.
It wasn't that he was hiding his capabilities, it was that he was using the power of the palace.
This startled Zhang Chenglong, he didn't understand why the old man would reveal killer's intent.
Ling Xian understood. But he cannot let the old man hurt Zhang Chenglong.
This was the descendant of Liao Cang Qiong. In terms of seniority, he was his junior. How could he allow the old man to attack?
Therefore, he slammed forward and crushed the power of the palace.
This scene shocked both the old man and Zhang Chenglong. The old man, in particular, was in awe.
He knew very well how powerful the palace was. To be able to crush it with one punch meant that the person was of the seventh level!
This made the old man realize that he had underestimated Ling Xian. If such a powerhouse wanted to kill him, one look was enough.
"I cannot believe you are of the seventh level."
The old man was bitter. The way he looked at Ling Xian was full of fear.
To him, who was only of the fifth level, the seventh level was the same as an undefeatable real immortal. Undefeatable and undefeatable.
"Senior … Ling, thank you for saving me." Zhang Chenglong revealed a look of respect. He couldn't bring himself to call him Brother Ling.
"You are welcome. Step aside."
Ling Xian brandished his hand and shifted his gaze towards the old man, "You cannot touch this person. Nobody can touch him."
Hearing this, the old man bitterly smiled and retracted his Qi.
Against a powerhouse who could kill him with one look, how could he dare to act presumptuously?
"The feud from the past has vanished into thin air. There is no need to drag the innocent into this." Ling Xian said softly.
"You are right. I will let it go and will not attack him again." The old man bitterly smiled.
"Supreme Headmaster, why do you want to kill me?" Zhang Chenglong frowned.
"An old story. Let's not talk about it." The old man sighed.
"But I want to know." Zhang Chenglong wasn't going to back down.
"Then tell me."
Ling Xian spoke, "He has the right to know what happened."
"Okay."
The old man had no choice but to organize his words and tell the whole story in detail.
After some time, Zhang Chenglong understood, "No wonder you want to kill me."
"Our ancestors said that if we meet Zhang Mengyue's descendants, we must kill them." The old man sighed.
"Thank god you are here. Or else I would be dead."
Zhang Chenglong smiled mysteriously, "You will regret it too."
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