Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

The waiter rolled up his sleeves with a smile and walked towards the kitchen behind him.    

A young man dressed like a scholar walked in from outside. After looking around the inn, he walked upstairs.    

"There's something wrong with this person."    

The Black Panther's voice resounded in Yang Xuan's mind. In fact, without the Black Panther's reminder, Yang Xuan had already noticed the unique death Qi and stinky smell of the spectral cultivators on the young man's body.    

The waiter carried a plate of sliced beef and a wine pot filled with wine over and placed it in front of Yang Xuan.    

"Who is that person? Why didn't anyone greet him?"    

Yang Xuan pointed at the young man who was going upstairs. Although it was still midwinter, the young man who looked like a scholar held a folding fan in his hand.    

The waiter looked in the direction Yang Xuan was pointing at and explained, "He is a guest in our inn. He booked a guest room upstairs. It has been a month."    

"A guest?"    

Yang Xuan nodded. The waiter was just an ordinary person without any cultivation base. It seemed that he could not get any words out of Yang Xuan's mouth.    

After dealing with the food on the table, Yang Xuan took out an ingot of silver and placed it on the table. Without waiting for the waiter to find the change, he walked out the door.    

Taking a detour to the back of the inn, Yang Xuan found the room that the scholar had entered earlier. The inn was built with hard and durable limestone. To ordinary people, this was already a very hard material. But to Yang Xuan, it was like tofu.    

Circulating the Spiritual Force to the tip of his finger, Yang Xuan easily inserted his finger into the limestone. It was as easy as inserting his finger into tofu.    

"How's the preparation going?"    

Holding his breath, he came to the window of the scholar's room and heard the voice of a ghost cultivator. Yang Xuan tried to probe the room with the Divine Sense, but found that the room was wrapped by some kind of formation. If Yang Xuan wanted to forcefully break through the formation, he would definitely alert the others in the room.    

"Master, the formation is ready. The only thing left is the last treasure to hold the line. Once the treasure is ready, I will have them gather together. At that time, I will be able to activate the formation."    

One. A soft voice of a young man came out of the room. Although he didn't see the person in front of him, Yang Xuan was sure that the owner of the voice was the scholar from before.    

"That's right."    

Ghost Bamboo praised, "Not long ago, Xu Ruxian caused a big ruckus at the border. Although it was a big fight, it was still a big fight. What? This is the best time for us to activate the Great Blood Offering Technique. There is no need for Xu Ruxian to meddle in our business. Even if a Sixth Stage warrior comes, I'm confident that I can escape from them."    

Immediately after, the sound of things being packed could be heard from the room.    

"Master, you seem to have something on your mind?"    

A third person's voice sounded. It was a woman's voice.    

Ghost Bamboo seemed to hesitate. After a while, he said, "I met a young man with a Yin Yang Body in Myriad Treasure Pavilion today. Although I don't know his identity, I can be sure. He is from Lo Capital."    

Yang Xuan was hanging next to the window. He was shocked when he heard their conversation. These ghost cultivators had guessed correctly. According to Zhou Fengmiao, Xu Ruxian was currently in a very weak state. It was no wonder that these ghost cultivators were in such a weakened state after the incident in Lo Capital. How dare you swagger out and show your face.    

Furthermore, this Elder Ghost Bamboo had his eyes on Yang Xuan. It was just that he hadn't figured out Yang Xuan's identity yet.    

Just as Yang Xuan wanted to continue listening, Ghost Bamboo suddenly shouted out of the window, "Who is it?" Immediately, there was the sound of Ghost Bamboo's footsteps coming towards the window.    

Very soon, Ghost Bamboo appeared by the window. He stuck his head out and looked outside. He muttered to himself, "It's strange. I clearly felt that someone was eavesdropping here. Could it be my misconception?"    

After saying that, Ghost Bamboo closed the window and set up another defense mechanism. At this moment, the sound in the room was completely sealed, and not a single sound came out.    

Yang Xuan, who was just next to the window, heard Ghost Bamboo's shout and jumped to the top of the window, only a meter away from Ghost Bamboo's head.    

Seeing Ghost Bamboo become alert, Yang Xuan did not plan to continue eavesdropping. The Spirit Aura carried Yang Xuan and flew towards the sky, avoiding Ghost Bamboo's view from the window of his room.    

"From the looks of it, this group of spectral cultivators want to hold another blood sacrifice ceremony around Lo Capital."    

Yang Xuan muttered to himself. From the north of the capital to the Profound Gate Pass. Apart from the hundreds of thousands of soldiers stationed in the Profound Gate Pass, there was only a relatively large city like the Lo Capital. It seemed that these spectral cultivators had a big appetite. They didn't even bother to pay attention to the smaller cities.    

The voice of Black Panther came from Yang Xuan's mind. "You should think about yourself first. That thin bamboo stick called spectral cultivator has already set his eyes on you. Although you have cultivated a technique that can change one's aura, but if he sees you again... He will definitely recognize you. "    

"I'm not afraid. You're still here!"    

In the air, Yang Xuan said indifferently, "And I am in this condition. Fighting Fourth Stage warriors might cause my realm to decline. If they want to cause trouble for me, I can only count on you.    

Yang Xuan thought for a moment, then he suddenly patted the bag on his waist that was used to store the spiritual pet. According to the Black Panther, Little Black, who had the bloodline of a Great Peng, stuck out its head from the bag and looked outside excitedly.    

Compared to Little Black, who looked weak and weak when he was just born, Little Black's current size was dozens of times bigger. When it stood with its two legs, it had already reached the height of Yang Xuan's waist. When he was young, the black soft fur that was wrinkled and stuck to his body had now become feathers that emitted a black metallic luster. It looked very impressive at first glance.    

However, this was not what Yang Xuan wanted at this moment. He tapped on the top of Little Black's head with his finger. A layer of light lit up on Little Black's body. In an instant, it turned from a majestic eagle to a sparrow the size of a palm.    

"Little Black, keep an eye on that scholar. Follow him wherever he goes."    

Yang Xuan said and patted Little Black's head. Little Black let out a comfortable cry and flew out from Yang Xuan's hand, landing on a tree branch not far away.    

Apart from Yang Xuan, Little Black was the best spy Yang Xuan could think of. As long as the distance between them wasn't more than a hundred miles, Yang Xuan would be able to accurately locate where Little Black was.