After being tricked by Ji Xuanyuan for no reason, Yi Tian felt extremely depressed. But in front of the people around him, he couldn't reveal his true thoughts. Since Ji Xuanyuan had already left, let him be. In any case, Ji Xuanyuan wouldn't be able to do anything to him since he was in the Demon Realm.
After that, Yi Tian kept the jade slip and calmly said, "Since it's senior brother's instructions, and the three sects of the Spirit Realm are of the same branch, as a disciple of the Taiqing Pavilion, I will naturally take care of the Lifire Palace. Nephew Cheng can rest assured about this matter."
In any case, these were all words that could be exchanged easily. Cheng Bufan respectfully replied, "Many thanks for senior uncle's magnanimity. Before the sect leader left, he said many times that senior uncle can go to the Lifire Palace and use any resources you want." After speaking, he took out a jade box and passed it over.
Seems like this was something Ji Xuanyuan left for him. However, he didn't know what was inside. Yi Tian glanced at it and discovered that the seals on it were exactly the same as the ones on the jade slip. Needless to say, Ji Xuanyuan must have personally instructed him to set up this restriction. Those who weren't from the Lifire Sect wouldn't be able to open it.
However, Cheng Bufan's expression was calm. It was unknown how much he knew about this. Yi Tian's lips twitched as he helplessly sighed. After receiving the jade box, he gently undid the seals and opened the lid. His divine sense scanned the box and discovered that there was an ancient token inside. On the front, the words' Lifire Palace 'were written. Yi Tian flipped it over and saw Ji Xuanyuan's name engraved on the back.
He didn't expect that Ji Xuanyuan would leave the sect's identity token to him. If that was the case, the meaning behind this was truly thought-provoking.
After closing the lid, Yi Tian kept the jade box and turned around, "Alright, I know what senior brother Ji entrusted me with. From today onwards, you just have to remember to do your best to maintain the Lifire Palace's development in the Myriad Demon City."
"I will listen to senior uncle Yi's teachings." Cheng Bufan clasped his hands and replied, "If there's nothing else, I will take my leave first."
After nodding his head, Yi Tian asked the Golden Fur King to send Cheng Bufan out on his behalf. Then, he sat alone in the hall, holding Ji Xuanyuan's identity jade tablet in his hand. He began to think from time to time.
It seemed that Ji Xuanyuan had discovered his true identity. However, his actions were also thought-provoking. Speaking of which, he was also the one who had enlightened him in the Lower Realm, or rather, he was the one who had taught the artist on behalf of his master. In terms of seniority, Wu Ye was the Eldest Senior Brother, while he was the Youngest Junior Brother. However, from his actions, it seemed that he had also encountered the same problem as the two Ancestral Masters.
No matter if it was the white-robed or black-robed Wu Ye's disciples were all part of the Lifire Palace's main branch. In the future, the two Patriarchs would definitely merge back together. Just from this point alone, it was clear that Ji Xuanyuan knew more than the Li Huo Elders.
Thinking about how his clone had left so abruptly, he would definitely be targeted by Yan Qiu. They were old enemies. At this moment, Yi Tian was indeed very hesitant. He hoped that he could see both sides suffer and benefit from it. However, he couldn't bear to see Ji Xuanyuan's clone die.
Just as he was hesitating, he suddenly sensed a spirit light wrapped around a communication talisman pass through the layers of restrictions and arrive in front of him. He reached out and took the talisman. After quickly examining it with his divine sense, he found that it was a message from Xiong Erbao. However, the content was a report about Mo Dou's situation after sensing the main body.
Yi Tian knew that there was a reason for this and hurriedly took out the communication talisman to inform Xiong Erbao. However, his figure directly disappeared from the hall.
A hundred breaths later, outside Myriad Demon City, a green and a black and white streak of light sped towards the south. Yi Tian and Xiong Erbao were in the light. At this moment, they were flying straight towards the Realm Gate.
The direction in which the two were heading was also guided by Mo Dou's clone. From Mo Dou's clone, they learned that the spirit pressure fluctuations on his main body seemed to be somewhat unstable. Needless to say, he must be fighting someone.
With Yan Qiu's identity, there were very few people in Myriad Demon City who could make him fight, including Ji Xuanyuan's clone, who was preparing to leave.
Speaking of which, the strength of this clone was between the late Spirit Severing stage and early Body Integration stage. If it used some kind of secret technique, it might be able to display 30% of the main body's strength. However, for Yan Qiu's main body, it wouldn't have much of an effect. In addition, he had a demonic pet to help him, so he naturally couldn't match up to him.
However, Yi Tian understood that since his Senior Apprentice Brother Ji Xuanyuan could be called the number one cultivator under the Mahayana Stage in the Spirit Realm, he naturally had his own uniqueness. This time, he risked his life to come to the Demon Realm with his clone, so he definitely wouldn't be plotted against like this. Perhaps he had other unknown means in the dark.
He separated a wisp of Divine Thought into the Sumeru Space Battle General Stage and turned it into his own virtual image. At this moment, Mo Dou's clone hurriedly flew up and said, "My main body sent a message. It seems that Yan Qiu has found Ji Xuanyuan, but at this time, my main body's strength is not enough, and Ji Xuanyuan has someone helping him. Yan Qiu is anxious."
"Is that so?" Yi Tian was suddenly enlightened. It seems that Senior Apprentice Brother Ji Xuanyuan won't fight a battle he isn't confident in, but he didn't know who this helper was. After thinking about it, he asked, "Your main body is now fighting with someone?"
Mo Dou's clone immediately replied, "It's Ji Xuanyuan's clone."
"What about Yan Qiu? Who is holding Yan Qiu back? "Yi Tian asked.
"It seems to be a Demon Clan cultivator, probably from the Fire Wyrm Clan," Mo Dou's clone replied.
"It's most likely Huo Chuan. It seems that you have contacted him long ago and asked him to wait here for an opportunity," Yi Tian said in a low voice, "With Huo Chuan's help, I'm afraid Yan Qiu's efforts will be in vain this time."
"Then when can you help my main body get out of trouble?" Mo Dou's clone asked, "Recently, something seems to have happened to my main body. When you contact me, I always feel that the spiritual power is intermittent and very weak."
Yi Tian naturally knew the reason. Although the Divine Poison Hand was done not long ago, the remaining power of the Buddhist Sect was not so easy to get rid of. After thinking about it, he comforted, "Don't worry, I have already schemed to get Wan Yan of the Barbarian Horn Clan away. When he brings back the Netherworld Guards, I can arrange for your main body to be transferred back from Yan Qiu's hands."
"You have to keep this in mind. I feel that Yan Qiu seems to have some opinions about my main body recently. He is trying to squeeze me even more," Mo Dou's clone replied.
"I know. This time, letting your main body deal with Ji Xuanyuan's clone already explains the problem. Let me catch up and see if I can muddy the waters even more." With that, Yi Tian withdrew his divine thoughts. At the same time, spiritual light shone brightly around him and Xiong Erbao as they increased their speed and flew straight towards the realm gate.
Not long after, his divine thoughts could detect the four spiritual pressure fluctuations at the border thousands of miles away. Yi Tian's face lit up and he said, "We found the main body."
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