Loyal Heart Roaming the Skies

"Damn thief!"

Wei Quji's face was so gloomy that it could almost drip water.

Almost right under his nose, the unknown enemy used the people of Xiaolin Town as sacrifices, consumed the lingering souls that should have rested in the Fenglin City area for generations, and condensed the illusion of the Ghost Gate. Finally, he calmly escaped in front of Wei Quji.

And he, Wei Quji, a fifth-grade master, had come here with all his strength, but couldn't even catch a fart!

As the city lord, he was derelict. As a strong man, he was slapped in the face.

Had he ever suffered such humiliation?

So...

"Waste!"

Wei Quji slapped Wei Yan's whole body and sent him flying several meters away!

Even Wei Yan himself just silently got up without saying a word.

He certainly had enough reason to explain, enough reason to be angry. Before the mist, he went forward bravely. Facing the Nine Palace Formation, he was the first to break it. Seeing the Ghost Gate, he took the risk and burned the only red letter on his body for the first time.

It can be said that from any angle, he has done his best at this stage, impeccable.

But achievement is achievement, failure is failure. The army doesn't care about those things.

Wei Quji gave him permission to organize manpower in the Taoist Academy to investigate Xiaolin Town, but couldn't stop things from happening, which was dereliction of duty.

Wei Quji could even kill him on the spot.

But what's the point?

Wei Quji came with a fierce momentum and left in anger.

The young people carried the wounded, supported each other, and carried the corpses away.

These young disciples of the Taoist Academy had just experienced a hard battle with heavy casualties, a battle that was very difficult and ultimately proved to be useless.

From beginning to end, they didn't even know who their opponent was, but their opponent had already completed their goal and left.

They were called "waste".

...

"Damn it...I'm not convinced."

Du Yehu lay on the bed in the dormitory, like a fallen iron tower.

He didn't have any serious injuries on his body, and the foundation that had been consumed had been replenished by the Yuanyuan Pill sent by Zhao Rucheng. It just needed a period of rest.

The Yuanyuan Pill was indeed a precious thing, but there was nothing unacceptable about it. It just so happened that Du Yehu needed it, and Zhao Rucheng had it, so it was just like that. They were people who could entrust their lives to each other, not to mention others.

But the battle in Xiaolin Town was a blow to every disciple of the Taoist Academy who participated. For anyone who aspired to transcendence and yearned for power, helplessness was probably the worst thing.

Maybe only Zhao Rucheng was an exception. He had gone to the Three Fragrant Building to "recover from his injuries", and it was said that he wanted to win the heart of a beauty with the status of a brave warrior who had escaped from death.

Du Yehu was not a person who could lie down, but at this moment he could only lie down. No one would allow him to drink. Therefore, he was rare and somewhat melancholy.

Ling He didn't speak, he closed his eyes and practiced.

As for Jiang Wang...he was eating with Jiang Anan at the moment.

Cai's Lamb Restaurant, a hundred-year-old brand.

Two bowls of fragrant lamb soup, ten catties of neatly sliced white-cut lamb.Jiang Anan held a steamed bun in her left hand and a pair of chopsticks in her right hand... the chopsticks held a piece of lamb. The reason why the word "grab" was used was because her posture of holding chopsticks was indeed different - probably because no one had corrected her before - her fingers were wrapped around the chopsticks, holding them tightly.

Living with Jiang Wang for a long time, she was no longer as introverted and shy as she was at first.

She took a bite from the left and a bite from the right. While eating, she occasionally lowered her head and sipped the meat soup in front of her. Two dimples were faintly visible on her face, extremely satisfied.

Cai's lamb shop was not cheap. If it were Jiang Wang himself, he might not be willing to come here to eat.

Although Wei Yan ate the hanging lamb by himself in the mission in Xiaolin Town, he still fulfilled his promise and won a reward of 20 points of Dao Xun for each of them, and of course, there was also some silver as a subsidy. For cultivators, this was the least important thing. But for Jiang Anan, being able to eat delicious food was very important.

"Do you like it?" Jiang Wang asked with a smile.

"Mmm...yes!" Jiang Anan nodded vigorously.

"From now on, we can come here to eat once every month...no, once every ten days, okay?" Jiang Wang silently calculated his savings.

Jiang Anan continued to nod her head while talking to her brother - most of the time, she used nods or shakes of her head instead of answering. While nodding, her little hand was not idle. She grabbed a piece of lamb and carefully rolled it in the sauce before taking a big bite.

"Anan, how are your studies recently?" When chatting with children, all adults will eventually focus on this point. Jiang Wang felt that he was already an adult, so he said it naturally. Although he was only a 17-year-old teenager.

Jiang Anan's movement of eating meat paused for a moment, her small mouth pouted, and it took a lot of effort to squeeze out a sentence, "It's...it's okay."

Jiang Wang nodded in satisfaction.

He looked at his sister, feeling a slow and happy calm flowing in his heart. The hardships of those battles, the sadness of seeing his senior brothers and sisters injured or killed, and the powerlessness of not being able to stop things from happening...seemed to have faded away.

Of course, some things are still very sad, but the life in front of him, how happy it is.

It makes people want to keep it forever.

...

Walking in the Wang family's territory, nodding to the clan members who greeted him from time to time, Wang Changxiang was calm and peaceful, just like any other time. Even the pickiest clan member couldn't find anything bad to say about him.

The strength of the Zhang, Fang, and Wang families in Fenglin City was similar in all aspects, and it was difficult to distinguish who was better. However, because Zhang Linchuan is currently ranked third on the Dao Xun list, the Zhang family is faintly ahead of the others. Wang Changxiang is ranked seventh on the Dao Xun list, but he is not too far behind.

Only the Fang family, the genius of the previous generation died in a trial, and the most outstanding Fang Pengju of this generation was killed. Now, only Fang Heling is left, barely entering the inner gate with the help of the expensive Open Meridian Pill. But in the eyes of discerning people, the Fang family has already been left behind by the other two families.

These things are not mentioned, and Wang Changxiang has never been willing to get involved in mundane affairs. Although his wisdom is enough to see through the dirty greed behind those enthusiastic people, he always remains indifferent.

The road became more and more remote.He finally stopped in front of a semi-old small courtyard. This was a remote corner of the Wang family's territory, and there were hardly any people living nearby. The owner of the courtyard was like a solitary bird living alone.

Wang Changxiang pushed the door open with his hand, and the wooden door made a creaking sound, disturbing the tranquility of the courtyard.

Unlike the mottled and semi-old exterior walls, the courtyard was surprisingly clean and exquisite. A grape vine was erected on the left side, high and towering, and there was a smooth recliner on the trellis. There was no one on the recliner, but a fat orange cat was lying on it.

The cat was not startled by the arrival of people, and only half-opened its sleepy eyes, giving a weak glance.

"Little Orange." Wang Changxiang greeted.

The fat cat turned its head and squinted its eyes again, seeming to disdain Wang Changxiang.

Wang Changxiang was not angry and continued to walk forward. In front of him, to the right, was a large water tank with lotus leaves floating on the surface. Bubbles could be seen occasionally, indicating that there were fish inside.

At this moment, he stopped because he smelled the aroma of food.

Almost at the same time, the little orange on the recliner also suddenly got up and turned its head, moving in a synchronized manner.

In front of the main entrance of the hall, under the eaves, there was a low table. At this moment, a young man walked out from behind the door with a food tray in his hand.

His appearance was not handsome, nor could it be called ugly, but it gave people a sense of "distance" for some reason. Perhaps it was because of his too plain eyes.

The young man with a distant temperament squatted down and placed the food on the low table. There were two bowls of snow-white and plump rice, two plates of green vegetables that were dripping with water, and two plates of stewed pork trotters that were sticky and soft.

The man sat down on the threshold, took out his chopsticks, tapped the table with the end of the chopsticks, and said, "Let's eat."

Wang Changxiang did not move because he knew that the man was not calling him, even though he really wanted to go over and eat with him.

"Whoosh!" The fat cat suddenly dashed to the low table at a speed that did not match its size. It first sniffed at the plate of pork trotters with its head lowered, and then seemed to be somewhat satisfied, lifting its front paws onto the low table and starting to eat.

Wang Changxiang opened his mouth, "Brother."

Only a few people probably remembered that Wang Changxiang, the pride of the Wang family, had an older brother.

In fact, he was the legitimate eldest son of the Wang family's direct lineage and the most reasonable successor to the family chief according to the rules of inheritance.

But unfortunately, he was a useless person who wasted a precious vein-opening pill and failed to manifest his dao veins. This caused the Wang family to be ridiculed and lowered the family's status compared to the other two families.

The shame of the Wang family, Wang Changji.