If it gets later, they will have to hold torches to move forward in the forest. Wei Wuxian walked for a while, but he didn't meet many cultivators. He was quite surprised: Could it be that among the families that came, one group was still arguing on paper in Fojiao Town, while the other group was like the previous group, helpless and disappointed?

Suddenly, a cry for help came from the front.

"Someone come!"

"Help!"

The voices were both male and female, full of panic and helplessness, and did not seem fake. The cries for help in the wilderness were most likely caused by evil spirits, luring the unsuspecting into a trap. Wei Wuxian was very happy.

The more evil the better, I’m just afraid it’s not evil enough!

He rode his donkey towards the source of the sound. He looked around but saw nothing. When he looked up, he saw it. It was not some goblin or monster, but the family of small country folk he had met on the edge of the field before, hanging on a tree by a huge golden net.

The middle-aged man was originally patrolling the forest with his descendants, but they didn't encounter the prey they were looking for. Instead, they stepped into a trap set by some rich man and were hung on a tree, crying bitterly. Seeing someone coming, he was suddenly happy, but when he saw that it was a madman, he was immediately disappointed. Although the rope of this fairy net is thin, the material is of high quality and unbreakable. Once caught, no matter if you are a human, god, demon, ghost or monster, you will be tormented for a while. Unless it is broken by a more superior fairy weapon. This madman, let alone letting them down, I'm afraid he doesn't even know what this is.

Just as I was trying to ask him to find someone to help, I heard the sound of branches and leaves stepping on each other approaching, and a young man in light clothes rushed out from the dark forest.

This young man had a little cinnabar between his eyebrows, and he was handsome to the point of being a bit mean. He was very young, about the same age as Lan Sizhui, still a half-grown child, with a tube of feather arrows, a long sword with a golden glow, and a longbow in his hand. The embroidery on his clothes was exquisite, forming an extraordinary white peony on his chest, and the golden thread was shining with tiny fragments of light in the night.

Wei WuXian sighed, “Rich!”

This must be a young master of Lanling Jin Clan. Only his family has the white peony as the family crest, comparing themselves to the beauty of the country, using the king of flowers to secretly flaunt themselves as the king of immortals; and using cinnabar on the forehead to imply "enlighten the mind and clarify the ambition, and shine the world with cinnabar".

The young man was about to draw his bow and shoot, but he saw that the Immortal Binding Net had caught a person. After being disappointed, he suddenly turned impatient: "It's always you idiots. There are more than 400 Immortal Binding Nets in this mountain, and you guys have already destroyed more than a dozen of them before you catch the prey!"

Wei WuXian still thought: “I have money!”

One Immortal Binding Net is already worth a lot of money, but he actually laid more than 400 of them in one go. A smaller family would have to go bankrupt. It was indeed the Lanling Jin Clan. But abusing the Immortal Binding Net like this and catching indiscriminately was not night hunting, it was clearly chasing people away and not giving others a chance to share a share. It seemed that the monks who withdrew earlier did not do so because the prey was difficult to catch, but because it was difficult to mess with the famous family.

After a few days of walking along the road, and listening with great interest in Fojiao Town just now, Wei Wuxian also heard a lot about the ups and downs of the cultivation world in recent years. As the ultimate winner of the century-long immortal sect melee, the Lanling Jin family now governs and leads all the families, and even the head of the family is honored as the "Immortal Governor". The Jin family's family style is originally proud and likes luxury and splendor. Over the years, the family has been high and mighty, and the children of the family have been raised to be rampant. Even if the slightly inferior families are humiliated in every way, they can only swallow their anger. Such a small country family is even more unpromising. Therefore, although the young man's words were harsh, the faces of the people hung in the net turned red, but they did not dare to curse back. The middle-aged man said humbly: "Please do us a favor, young master, and let us down."

The young man was getting anxious because his prey hadn't shown up yet, so he took it out on these country bumpkins. He folded his arms and said, "Just hang here, so you don't have to wander around and get in my way! I'll let you down when I catch the Soul-Eating Beast and remember you."

If they were really hung on the tree like this for a night, if they happened to run into the thing wandering in Dafan Mountain, they would be unable to move and would only have their souls sucked dry. The round-faced girl who gave the apple to Wei Wuxian was frightened and cried out. Wei Wuxian was originally sitting cross-legged on the back of the flower donkey. When the flower donkey heard the cry, its long ears trembled and it suddenly jumped out.

It leaped out with a long cry. If the cry was not so unpleasant, this unstoppable heroic momentum would not be a far cry from being called a thousand-mile steed. Wei Wuxian was caught off guard and thrown off its back, almost falling with a bloody head. The donkey headed forward, rushing towards the young man, as if it was convinced that it could knock him away with its head. The young man still had an arrow on his head, just pulling the bow towards it. Wei Wuxian didn't want to find a new mount so quickly, so he pulled the reins hard. The young man looked at him twice, but suddenly showed a look of astonishment, and then turned to disdain, curling his lips and saying, "It turned out to be you."

The tone was two parts surprise and eight parts disgust, and Wei WuXian blinked. The young man said again: "Why, have you gone crazy after being driven back to your hometown? How dare they let you out to see people after you painted yourself into this horrible state!"

He seemed to have heard something extraordinary? !

Could it be that—Wei Wuxian slapped his thigh. Could it be that Mo Xuanyu’s father was not the head of some small sect, but the famous Jin Guangshan? !

Jin Guangshan was the previous generation of the Lanling Jin family's patriarch, and he has long passed away. Speaking of this man, it is difficult to describe him in a few words. He has a powerful wife with a distinguished family background, who is known for being henpecked, but no matter how afraid he is, he still has to do it with women. No matter how powerful Mrs. Jin is, she can't follow him closely for twelve hours a day, so she will never let go of anyone she can get, from famous ladies to rural prostitutes. Moreover, although he loves to flirt with women and has many illegitimate children, he is very easy to get tired of the old and love the new. When he is tired of women, he will completely forget about them and have no sense of responsibility. Among the many illegitimate children, only one person is outstanding and was recognized, that is, the current head of the Lanling Jin family, Jin Guangyao. Moreover, Jin Guangshan's death was not glorious. He was confident that he was still strong and wanted to challenge himself and fool around with a group of women, but unfortunately he failed and died immediately. This was too embarrassing to talk about, so the Lanling Jin Clan unanimously announced to the public that the old patriarch was overworked, and the other families also kept it to themselves and pretended not to know. In short, these were the real reasons for his "fame".

During the mass grave suppression, apart from Jiang Cheng, Jin Guangshan was the second most important contributor. Now Wei Wuxian was occupying his illegitimate son's house, and he really didn't know how to settle this account.

The young man saw him in a daze and felt disgusted, so he said, "Why don't you get out of here! I'm sick of seeing you. You dead homosexual."

Considering the seniority, Mo Xuanyu might even be the uncle or some other elder of this young man. To be humiliated by a junior like this, Wei Wuxian felt that even if it wasn’t for himself, he should humiliate Mo Xuanyu in return for his body, saying, “He really has a mother who gave birth to him but doesn’t raise him.”

Upon hearing this, two clusters of angry flames flashed in the boy's eyes. He drew the long sword on his back and asked grimly: "What did you say?"

The sword shone brightly with golden light. It was a rare top-grade sword. Many families would struggle for their entire lives but would never get a chance to own such a sword. Wei Wuxian looked at it carefully and found the sword familiar. However, he had seen many top-grade swords with golden blades, so he did not think about it too much. Instead, he turned a small cloth bag in his hand.

This was a "soul-locking bag" that he had put together from some scraps the day before. The young man swung his sword at him, but he took out a small piece of paper cut into the shape of a human from the soul-locking bag, dodged it, and slapped the young man on the back with his backhand.

The boy's movements were already very fast, but Wei Wuxian had done this many times, so his hands and feet were even faster. The boy felt a numbness on his back and a sinking sensation on his back. He fell to the ground involuntarily, and his sword fell to the side with a clang. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get up, as if a mountain was pressing down on him. A ghost that died of gluttony was lying on his back, pressing him so hard that he couldn't breathe. Although the little ghost was weak, it was no problem to deal with such a furry kid. Wei Wuxian picked up his sword, weighed it, and swung it to cut off the immortal binding net above.

The family fell to the ground in a panic, and ran away without saying a word. The round-faced girl seemed to want to thank her, but was pulled away by her elder. She was afraid that if she said a few more words, the young master would hate her even more. The young man on the ground said angrily: "You dead homosexual! You are so good, you have low spiritual power and can't practice, so you take this evil path, you better be careful! Do you know who is coming today?! Today I..."

Wei WuXian held his heart insincerely and said, “Ah! I’m so scared!”

Although his previous cultivation method was criticized and would harm the practitioner's body essence in the long run, it had the effect of quick success and was not limited by spiritual power and talent, so it was extremely tempting. There was no shortage of people who sought shortcuts and practiced in private. This young man thought that Mo Xuanyu had gone astray after being driven out of the Lanling Jin Clan. This suspicion was reasonable and saved Wei Wuxian a lot of unnecessary trouble.

The young man tried to get up several times with his hands on the ground, but he couldn't. His face turned red and he gritted his teeth and said, "If you don't retreat, I will tell my uncle. You can expect to die!"

Wei WuXian asked curiously, “Why is it uncle and not father? Who is your uncle?”

A voice suddenly sounded behind him, three parts cold and seven parts chilly:

"I am his uncle. Do you have any last words?"

Upon hearing this voice, all the blood in Wei Wuxian's body seemed to rush to his head, and then it quickly disappeared. Fortunately, his face was originally pale, so it would not be unusual if it was a little whiter.

A young man in purple came walking over, his sleeves were like arrows, his hand was on the hilt of his sword, and there was a silver bell hanging from his waist, but no sound could be heard when he walked .

This young man had thin eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes. His appearance was sharp and handsome. His eyes were deep and fierce, with a hint of aggression. He looked at people like two cold lightning bolts. He walked ten steps away from Wei Wuxian and stopped to stand still. His expression was like an arrow on a bow, ready to be launched. Even his posture revealed a sense of arrogance and conceit.

He frowned and said, "Jin Ling, what took you so long? Do you still need me to come and ask you to go back? You've made yourself look so ugly, why don't you get out of here!"

After the initial numbness in his brain passed, Wei Wuxian quickly came back to his senses, hooked his fingers in his sleeves, and withdrew the paper man. Jin Ling felt his back loosen up, and immediately grabbed his sword and climbed up, flashing to Jiang Cheng's side, pointing at Wei Wuxian and cursing: "I'm going to break your legs!"

The uncle and nephew stood together, and they looked a bit similar, like a pair of brothers. Jiang Cheng moved his fingers, and the paper figure suddenly slipped out of Wei Wuxian's fingers and flew into his hands. He took a look, and a burst of anger rose in his eyes. He exerted force between his fingers, and the paper burst into flames, burning to ashes amid the screams of the evil spirits.

Jiang Cheng said grimly: "Break his legs? Didn't I tell you that if you encounter such evil people, just kill them and feed them to your dog!"

Wei Wuxian didn't even bother to lead the donkey, and flew back. He thought that after so many years, no matter how much hatred Jiang Cheng had for him, it would have disappeared. But he didn't expect that it would be so easy. Not only did it not disappear, but it became thicker and thicker like aged wine. Now, he has taken his anger out on all those who imitated his cultivation!

With someone protecting him from behind, Jin Ling's sword strike was even more ferocious this time. Wei Wuxian inserted two fingers into the Soul Locking Bag, ready to take action. A blue sword light flashed out like lightning, colliding with Jin Ling's sword, and directly dissipated the golden light of this top-grade immortal sword.

It wasn't about the quality of the swords, but the huge disparity in strength between the sword holders. Wei Wuxian had calculated the timing, but he didn't expect to be disturbed by the sword light. He stumbled and fell to the ground, right in front of a pair of snow-white boots. After a moment of freezing, he slowly raised his head.

The first thing that caught my eye was a slender sword blade that was as crystal clear as ice.

Among the hundreds of families, this sword was the most famous. Wei Wuxian had experienced its power countless times when fighting side by side and drawing his sword against him. The hilt was forged with pure silver refined by secret methods. The blade was extremely thin, clear and transparent, exuding the coldness of ice and snow, but it could cut iron like mud. Therefore, the whole sword looked light and graceful, as if it had an air of fairy, but in fact it was extremely heavy, and ordinary people could not even wield it.

——“Avoid dust.”

The sword turned upside down, and a clanging sound of the sword being sheathed could be heard above Wei Wuxian's head. At the same time, Jiang Cheng's voice could be heard from afar: "I was wondering who it was. It turned out to be Second Young Master Lan."

The pair of white boots passed Wei Wuxian and walked forward three steps at a leisurely pace. Wei Wuxian raised his head and stood up. When passing by, he looked at him for a moment as if unintentionally.

The man was covered in moonlight, carrying a seven-stringed guqin on his back. The body of the guqin was narrower than that of an ordinary guqin, and the whole body was black with a soft wood color .

The man wore a cloud-patterned headband, and his complexion was fair, extremely handsome, and as sharp as a jade. The color of his eyes was very light, like colored glass, which made his gaze seem too cold. There was a hint of frost and snow in his expression, and he was almost rigid and solemn. Even when he saw Wei Wuxian's funny face, he remained calm.

From head to toe, he was spotless and meticulous, without a single flaw in his manners. Even so, four words popped up in Wei WuXian's mind:

"Wear mourning clothes!"

He was really in mourning. No matter how much the families praised the Gusu Lan Clan's school uniforms as the most beautiful school uniforms, and praised Lan Wangji as a handsome man who was unparalleled in the world and rarely seen in a hundred years, they could not stand the bitterness and hatred on his face, as if his wife had died.

Good fortune never comes alone, and misfortune never comes alone.

Lan Wangji said nothing, and stood quietly opposite Jiang Cheng without looking away. Jiang Cheng was already extremely handsome, but standing face to face with him, he seemed a little less handsome and impetuous. He raised one eyebrow and said, "Hanguang-jun really lives up to his reputation of 'always coming out when there's chaos'. How come you still have time to come to this deep mountain forest today?"

Immortal heads of noble families of their status usually disdain to care about evil prey of too low a grade, but Lan Wangji is an exception. He never picks and chooses his night hunting targets, nor does he not come because the monster is not fierce enough or he will not be famous for killing it. As long as someone asks for help, he will go, and he has been like this since he was young. Therefore, "always go out when there is chaos" is the world's evaluation of Han Guangjun's night hunting, and it is also a compliment to his character. Jiang Cheng said it in this tone at this time, which was really not very polite. A group of juniors from his family followed behind Lan Wangji, and they all felt uncomfortable after hearing it. Lan Jingyi spoke frankly and said, "Isn't Sect Master Jiang here too?"

Jiang Cheng said coldly, "Tsk, do you have the right to interrupt when your elders are talking? The Gusu Lan Clan claims to be a family of the highest etiquette among the immortal sects, but this is how they teach their children."

Lan Wangji seemed not to want to talk to him. He glanced at Lan Sizhui, who understood and said, "Let the younger generations talk to each other." He stepped out of the line and said to Jin Ling, "Master Jin, the night hunt has always been a fair competition among all families. But Master Jin has cast a net everywhere on Mount Dafan, making it difficult for the cultivators of other families to move forward, fearing that they will fall into the trap. Isn't this a violation of the rules of the night hunt?"

Jin Ling's cold expression was exactly the same as his uncle's: "They were stupid and fell into the trap. What can I do? Wait until I catch the prey before we deal with anything else."

Lan Wangji frowned. Jin Ling wanted to speak, but suddenly found that he couldn't speak. No sound came out of his throat, and he was immediately shocked. Jiang Cheng looked and saw that Jin Ling's upper and lower lips were stuck together and couldn't be separated. His face showed a little anger, and he didn't care about the previous reluctant etiquette: "Lan! What do you mean? It's not your turn to discipline Jin Ling. Untie him!"

This silence spell was used by the Lan family to punish the children of the clan who made mistakes. Wei Wuxian had suffered from this little trick many times. Although it was not a complicated spell, only those who were not members of the Lan family could break it. If he forced himself to speak, his upper and lower lips would either be torn and bleed, or his throat would be hoarse for several days. He had to shut up and reflect quietly until the punishment time was over. Lan Sizhui said, "Master Jiang, don't be angry. As long as he doesn't force the spell to break, it will automatically break after one stick of incense."

Before Jiang Cheng could speak, a purple-robed man in the Jiang clan's uniform ran out of the forest and shouted, "Sect Master!" Seeing Lan Wangji standing there again, hesitant. Jiang Cheng sarcastically said, "Tell me, what bad news do you have for me?"

The guest official whispered, "Not long ago, a blue flying sword destroyed the immortal binding net you set up."

Jiang Cheng glanced at Lan Wangji, his displeasure showing on his face, and asked, "How many were broken?"

The guest official said cautiously: "...all..."

More than four hundred photos!

Jiang Cheng was extremely annoyed.

I really didn't expect this trip to be so unlucky. Originally, he came to help Jin Ling. This year, Jin Ling will be fifteen years old. It is time for him to debut and compete with the younger generations of other families. Jiang Cheng carefully selected the hunting ground of Dafan Mountain for him, cast nets everywhere and intimidated the monks of other families, teaching them to be unable to move forward and retreat when they encounter difficulties, just to let Jin Ling win the first prize and prevent others from competing with him. More than four hundred immortal binding nets, although almost astronomical in price, are nothing to the Yunmeng Jiang family. But the destruction of the net is a small matter, but the loss of face is a big matter. Lan Wangji acted like this, Jiang Cheng felt a breath of anger swirling in his heart, rising higher and higher. He narrowed his eyes, and his left hand rubbed the ring on the index finger of his right hand intentionally or unintentionally.

This is a dangerous move.

Everyone knows that the ring is a deadly and powerful magic weapon. Once the head of the Jiang family touches it, it means that he has murderous intentions.