Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

Chapter 1188: Chapter 93: Those Unaware of My Intentions Wonder What I Seek_3 Chapter 1188: Chapter 93: Those Unaware of My Intentions Wonder What I Seek_3 His Primordial Spirit was captured by the Azure Nether Mirror, and his body was immobilized by arrows.

The eyes of Xun FuJun, filled with cracks, showed only a slight ripple before returning to calm.

His thoughts moved.

The withering seven-colored radiance behind him instantly dispersed, then met the arrow shot by Yan Wenzheng and exploded in an instant!

The arrow was abruptly obstructed!

And with the burden of the seven-colored radiance gone, his Primordial Spirit instantly stabilized.

He was already an expert in manipulating the Primordial Spirit, and in just an instant, his Primordial Spirit broke free from the divine light of the Azure Nether Mirror.

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He reached up and pulled the arrow from his brow.

Xun FuJun paid no mind to his body, now resembling a shattered porcelain doll, and once again began to form seals and chant incantations.

However, his actions nearly ceased abruptly in the next instant.

Shao Yangzi, unbeknownst to him, had already appeared in front of the formation.

Holding the Azure Nether Mirror, the divine light once again enveloped him.

Seeing Xun FuJun, whose aura had plummeted but still showed no sign of regret, he sighed.

A trace of sorrow flickered in his eyes.

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But his hands didn’t slow in the slightest.

The duster, like hair that spanned ten thousand feet, shot towards every inch of Xun FuJun’s body and Primordial Spirit…

Yan Wenzheng also broke through the explosion of the seven streams of light; seeing this scene, he slightly paused, his eyes flashing with a faint, hard-to-notice sorrow.

The relationship between the brothers had lasted nearly three thousand years—who was without sentiment?

Even with anger and annoyance, in the end…

The change occurred suddenly at this moment!

Shao Yangzi suddenly sensed something.

Countless threads of the Dust-removing Silk abruptly shifted direction, shooting out in all directions!

However, it was still too late!

A figure skimmed past the front of Xun FuJun like a dragonfly touching the water.

In the next moment, Xun FuJun’s figure was already gone!

Shao Yangzi abruptly looked up, and when he saw the figure not far away, his gaze instantly turned cold!

“Senior Han, what is this about?”

“Hehe, Little Sect Master Shao, the old man just couldn’t bear to see brothers from the same sect at odds with each other, you won’t blame me, right?”

Not far away.

On the back of a Blood Qilin with majestic horns and long whiskers fluttering up and down, sat an old man in a blue robe.

He chuckled as he stroked his beard.

As if he really was just an old man from the countryside who had intervened to break up a fight.

Yet, no one dared to underestimate him.

Standing beside the Blood Qilin, the Sect Master of the Primitive Demonic Sect, Shangguan Ren in a black robe, gracefully stood at the side of the Blood Qilin, holding its reins for the old man.

Not far from him was Xun FuJun, his body also covered with cracks.

But at this moment, a rare shade of gloom appeared on Xun FuJun’s face.

The great elder of the Wanxiang Sect, Yan Wenzheng, with a grave expression, faced this legendary senior without daring to be negligent.

He flew down into the Sect Protection Array, slightly behind Shao Yangzi.

Seeing that Shao Yangzi did not speak immediately, he immediately said in a deep voice:

“The good intentions of the senior are deeply appreciated by our sect, but handling Xun FuJun is a matter internal to our sect.

We ask that the senior return this person to our sect.”

The old man in the blue robe showed a look of surprise:

“Oh?

Has this little friend made a mistake?”

Yan Wenzheng hesitated slightly, unclear about the old man’s intentions, and was also somewhat unsure how to reply.

Shao Yangzi, with a composed face, took over the conversation:

“Just a small matter within the sect, why should the senior be concerned?”

“Guests from afar, why not come inside the sect and talk?

Inside, we have a Class V spirit tea tree, though its Spiritual Energy is ordinary, its taste is quite unique…”

The old man in the blue robe waved his hand, a look of distress on his face:

“Alas, I’m old, soon to be in the coffin.

Drinking these is a waste.

Better to leave them for you young folk.

Besides, this Little Friend Xun’s offense isn’t serious, right?

If you truly dislike him, how about letting this old man play with him for a while?

I have plenty of boredom to spare!”

Yan Wenzheng finally understood the other’s intention, and his expression immediately darkened:

“Elder Han, surely you jest?”

But Shangguan Ren, leading the Blood Qilin, chuckled and interjected:

“Taoist friend Yan seems to have been secluded for too long and is unaware of the situation.

My teacher never jokes,”

The old man in the blue robe also added with a smile, “Yes, indeed.”

Looking at the old man in the blue robe with a smiling face, gentle and kind, Yan Wenzheng’s heart suddenly felt a chill.

However, Shao Yangzi turned to look at the old man in the blue robe, his face also showing a smile, speaking warmly:

“Senior Han, what if our sect does not wish to oblige the senior?”

The smile on the face of the old man in the blue robe paused for a moment, as he looked at Shao Yangzi.

Their eyes met.

Shao Yangzi was calm as an abyss.

The smile on the old man in the blue robe gradually faded away.

“Interesting.”

He lowered his head to ponder for a moment, then lifted it and said:

“Then, if the old man promises you, when that broken ship of yours is ready to break the boundaries and leave one day, if I’m still alive, how about I lend you a helping hand then?”

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Looking at the Wanxiang Sect, which behind him had shrunk to a tiny black dot over tens of thousands of miles, Xun FuJun’s face was gloomy as he frowned at the old man in the blue robe sitting cross-legged on the back of the Blood Qilin, suddenly speaking:

“Did you rescue me because you want my method for extracting Dao Intention and gathering Dao Secret?”

The old man in the blue robe was silent, but Shangguan Ren, who was leading the Blood Qilin and powering its flight, laughed upon hearing this:

“Taoist friend speaks as if he thinks too little of himself.

A cultivator at the peak of Immortal Ascension is someone the Wanxiang Sect is able to just kill off on a whim.

For the Holy Sect, there are not even a handful of such cultivators.

I certainly cannot bear to part with one.”

Xun FuJun snorted coldly and ignored Shangguan Ren, directly turning his gaze to the old man in the blue robe.

Feeling Xun FuJun’s gaze, the old man in the blue robe smiled casually:

“What, afraid that the old man has designs on your Wanxiang Sect?”