Chapter 596: The Ashes of DisasterThe paper servant led Yang Weida to Tingyou Pavilion and motioned him to wait at the door.

Yang Weida had a blank expression on his face and nodded quickly, but everyone could see that he was nervous.

He stood at the door, and after just a few breaths, the paper servant received instructions, pushed open the door and motioned Yang Weida to go in.

Yang Weida swallowed his saliva, straightened his collar, and then walked into the Tingyou Pavilion with a nervous and uneasy heart.

In the early days, Tingyou Pavilion was almost destroyed when Sangle Youling was ambushed and assassinated.

But the Baizhi Immortal City immediately mobilized a lot of manpower to help Sangle Youling rebuild this place.

Because of the comprehensive changes to the defense array and so on, this place is safer than before.

Sangle Youling examined and promoted the male concubines and summoned them here one by one.

Yang Weida entered Tingyou Pavilion and saw the funeral musician Youling, and was about to pay his respects to him.

The funeral musician Youling sat cross-legged behind the desk, but did not look at him. He just gently played the jiaoweiqin on the desk.

The sound of the piano was clear and bright, and it instantly reached the depths of Yang Weida's heart. He immediately got an idea of ​​the funeral music, and was told that there was no need to be polite, just sit down and listen to the music.

Yang Weida nodded repeatedly and did as he was told.

The funeral musician plucked the strings with two fingers and played lightly. The sound was monotonous and clear, like a deep well without waves.

Seven topaz bells rang one after another.

The first ring sounded like cracking ice, the second like rotting leaves, and the third like dripping spring water...

Yang Weida quickly immersed himself in the music and couldn't extricate himself.

He "saw" the bronze flame on the table suddenly twisted and turned into a panic-stricken human face.

He "saw" his own shadow reflected on the blue bricks, which suddenly twisted and stretched and began to dance.

He also "saw" the cold moon in the sky and countless evil spirits climbing all over his body, constantly scratching him and gnawing at his body and mind.

Yang Weida was immersed in the scene, and Sangle Youling's expression became more and more serious.

All the illusions dissipated in Yang Weida's mind, and eventually turned into a feeling of powerlessness and weakness that enveloped his entire body and mind, making him feel extremely tired. He just wanted to lie in bed and sleep motionlessly for three days and three nights.

Sang Le You Ling's fingers trembled slightly as she plucked the last note.

Yang Weida was reminded again to leave quietly and not make any noise.

Yang Weida had many doubts in his mind and really wanted to know whether he had passed the review, but he did not dare to ask. He lowered his head and stepped back, leaving Tingyou Pavilion quietly and silently.

In the Tingyou Pavilion, only Sangle Youling was left sitting cross-legged.

A gentle breeze blew, and the bamboo forest outside the pavilion rustled, causing the female cultivator's three thousand black hair to move slightly.

Sangle Youling sighed.

Wen Ruanyu came out from the back hall: "How is it?"

Ever since Sangle Youling was assassinated twice, her safety has become the top priority in the city's defense. This time, Baizhi Xiancheng was also worried that there might be assassins among the male concubines, so they arranged for Wen Ruanyu to protect Sangle Youling.

Yang Weida was brought into the city by Wen Runyu, who was acting under the orders of Sangle Youling and therefore attached great importance to Yang Weida.

This time, Yang Weida suddenly rose to prominence, ranking first on the list and showing his brilliance.

Sang Le You Ling sighed, "He has a clean background, he is indeed a cloud merchant from Feiyun Country. This time he came to the City Lord's Mansion and took the initiative to act as a male concubine, hoping to use this identity to become a lucky person."

Wen Ruonyu nodded: "He is a friend, not an enemy, that is not the key point. The key point is, is he the key figure you predicted in divination, the savior of Baizhi Xiancheng to survive the ghost tide this time?"

Sangle Youling shook her head slightly: "I can't be sure."

"However, his yang energy is indeed strong, and he deserves to be the first among this batch of male concubines."

Wen Ruanyu then asked: "How does it compare to Jin Yangzi?"

Sang Le You Ling said: "Jin Yangzi is the true disciple of the Seven Feathers Alliance, and he also has the incomplete bloodline of the Three-legged Golden Crow. How can Yang Weida compare to him?"

Wen Ruanyu pondered: "In my opinion, if Yang Weida is the key figure, he is likely to be the new owner of the Golden Swallow Fork. Only with the help of the Golden Swallow Fork can a large amount of Yang energy be released to help the city lord reconcile enough Yin energy."

"Yang Weida is only a foundation-building cultivator after all. After much thought, this is the way he is most likely to help our White Paper Immortal City."

Sangle Youling: "Based on the current conditions, your guess is the most likely. But divination and the truth are often not so close."

"I'm not sure yet, Yang Weida is the key savior."

"Therefore, we need to retain more hope and allow for more possibilities so that we don't miss out on the real key people."

Wen Ruanyu nodded, agreeing with what Sangle Youling said.

Zangyang Beppu.

As soon as Yang Weida came back, he was questioned.

Everyone wants to know the detailed process of the Sangle Youling review to help them pass the review.

Yang Weida himself didn't know the exact result. When asked, he patted his chest, showing great confidence, and said that he had passed it with no difficulty.

There was a mixture of truth and falsehood in his words, with the emphasis placed on the power and miraculous effects of his own magic medicine.

If the male concubines wanted to find out the inside story, they had to at least buy a box of magic medicine from him.

"No matter whether I pass or not, just based on this big sale, I will definitely not lose money this time coming to Baizhi Xiancheng!" Yang Weida broke even and felt much more relaxed.

Ning Zhuo did not follow the crowd.

For him, he had no interest in being promoted to the third academy.

When Ning Zhuo was about to contact Sangle Youling, he immediately revealed his identity and asked her to tell his fortune. Then he immediately rode on Wanli Youlong and left this place of trouble.

Hades.

Water Burial Valley.

The Valley Master, Old Gray Bone, looked at the visitor impatiently: "Master, I owe you a favor. The last divination is over."

In the underworld, anyone who can be called the Lord of the Underworld must be the master of a place in the underworld, holding a high position and great power.

This is because there are often multiple fairy cities in the underworld, and their target is the king of the world!The Lord of the Underworld nodded and said, "That is indeed the case. Don't worry, Mr. Hui. I am not here to ask you for divination, but for another important matter."

The old man was slightly startled, then he counted with his fingers: "Do you want me to confuse the calculation machine?"

The Lord of the Mansion admitted frankly: "That's exactly it."

Old Man Gray Bones: "I do have a technique called Robbery Ashes and Fu Yao, which can confuse the computer."

"However, this method is very costly, even more so than when I returned your favor last time."

The Lord of the Mansion took out an object and said, "Old Gray, what you care about most is your luck. I know that the confusion calculator consumes very little luck. I wonder if this object can offset the so-called price?"

The gray-boned old man's attention has been attracted by this precious material: "Is this the tortoise shell of a ten-thousand-year-old black tortoise?" "That's right." said the Lord of the Mansion.

The old man was silent for a moment, then said, "This precious material is indeed enough. But if I want to perform the art of covering the ash with ashes, I have to use the calamity energy and turn it into ashes to succeed."

The Lord of the Mansion was surprised: "Are you trying to collect the calamity energy of the ghost tide?"

The old man with gray bones laughed and said, "Master, there is no need to say such nonsense. It is a waste of our time."

“Others may not know, but how could I not know?”

"This ghost tide is caused by you going against the will of heaven and trying to refine the skull of that heavenly ghost. The entire Baizhi Immortal City has been kept in the dark and has become your helper in sharing the punishment from heaven."

As soon as these words came out, the Lord's face suddenly became solemn, and he stared at the gray-bone old man with sharp eyes.

The old man with gray bones remained calm and continued, "If you want me to confuse the computer, you have to let me get in touch with the source of the disaster and absorb the disaster energy. It is this kind of disaster energy that can deeply affect all the cultivators in the disaster."

“There is no other way.”

The Lord fell into silence.

The best way to overcome the punishment from heaven and appease the wrath of heaven is blood sacrifice.

Baizhi Immortal City is the place for blood sacrifice that the Lord has designated for many years!However, the Baizhi Immortal City is easy to defend but difficult to attack, and the core of the city's current defense is Sangle Youling.

The Lord of the Mansion joined hands with the City-Funing Alliance and made several attempts, but failed to kill her in two assassination attempts. They also tried to attack her from both inside and outside many times, but were all predicted in advance by Sangle Youling and successfully sabotaged.

In this way, Sangle Youling will become a thorn in the eyes and flesh of the Lord of the Mansion and the Fucheng Alliance, and they want to get rid of him as soon as possible!Although confusing the computer is extremely costly, the current situation has forced the Lord to do so.

After a long while, the Lord stared at the old man with gray bones and slowly said, "Yes."

after one day.

Dining hall.

Ning Zhuo sat upright, watching the old spirit chef prepare the ghost meal in front of him.

As usual, Ning Zhuo's stomach was bloated after eating the ghost meal, and he could hardly move.

As the digestion progressed, his soul strength officially surpassed the ordinary people's level by a thousand times.

"Brat, that's already the soul of a thousand people." The old man in the spiritual kitchen was face to face with Ning Zhuo, and he immediately sensed a trace of breath emanating from Ning Zhuo's soul.

Ning Zhuo smiled slightly: "Thanks to you for your help, senior."

The old spirit chef snorted coldly, "Stop flattering me! You can achieve this because, first, you are willing to spend your merits to order my ghost food; second, the policy of the Immortal City has been adjusted, and many precious resources have been released. If it were any other time, this would never have been possible."

Ning Zhuo nodded: "I know, the ghost tide has been attacking the city for many days."

The old spiritual chef shook his head: "It's not just this reason. When Lord Sangle Youling was assassinated last time, he ate my spiritual food to heal his wounds. That's why I can get these rare ingredients. Anyway, Lord Sangle Youling is the main one, and you are just an extra."

"Don't think that Zangyang Bepu sent down so many precious ingredients just for you. You are lucky, you got a favorable wind!"

Ning Zhuo exclaimed: "I see."

His heart moved: "Senior, you said this to take care of me, so that I can visit Lady Sangle Youling later and thank her, right?"

This time, the male concubines were promoted to the three courtyards, and Ning Zhuo was among them.

This afternoon, it was his turn to meet Sangle Youling.

The old man in the spiritual kitchen nodded and said, "I am an old man in Baizhi Immortal City. It is extremely difficult for this immortal city to survive until today. Master Sangle Youling has paid a lot for this. Especially now, the city lord has to seal himself."

Ning Zhuo thought of these recent achievements and nodded in agreement: "Indeed."

The old man in the spiritual kitchen looked at Ning Zhuo seriously and said, "Jiao Ma boy, you are the first among my male concubines to have eaten my spiritual food for so many consecutive days. You are quite resilient!"

"You are from a village outside the city, and Baizhixian City is your home."

"Are you interested in accepting my inheritance and becoming a spiritual chef? In the future, you will be able to cook for yourself and stay here, gaining the appreciation of the city lord, Sangle Youling and other adults, and changing your life."

Ning Zhuo was surprised: "Well... To be honest, Senior, I want to go out and travel around the world."

"Hmph." The old man from Lingchu looked displeased, but still took out a jade slip and a token.

"Spiritual cooking is one of the hundred arts of cultivation, and it has its own schools and rules."

"I will pass this inheritance to you. Don't pass it on to others at will. It's up to you whether to learn it or not. But if you do learn it, you must remember that you are a member of the Dark Cuisine School, and you must promote this school in the future!"

"The jade slip contains my skills, recipes, cultivation experience, etc. The token indicates our school and your identity. This will be your entry ticket and participation ticket for the Hundred Nations Cooking Competition in the future."

Ning Zhuo didn't expect that after eating so many Tianming meals, he would unexpectedly obtain a spiritual chef inheritance.

Although the old man from Lingchu looks fierce, he actually appreciates Ning Zhuo very much.

It is always good to have many skills. After thinking about it, the smart and studious big-headed boy agreed seriously.

Soon after he left the dining hall, carrying the inheritance jade slip and identity token, he was led by a paper servant.

Ning Zhuo followed the paper servant and came to a house in a villa. With the help of the teleportation array inside, he came directly to Tingyou Pavilion.

Standing outside the door, he rubbed the mechanism ring a few times, but the latter did not respond, which made Ning Zhuo feel particularly relieved.

After waiting for a few moments, he saw the paper servant push open the door and motion for him to go in.

When Ning Zhuo entered, he saw a female cultivator sitting behind a desk, her hands resting on the zither, motionless.

The door closed behind Ning Zhuo.

Ning Zhuo bowed and explained the reason and his identity, but Sangle Youling did not react at all.

Ning Zhuo raised his head in confusion. Just as he was about to observe, he heard Sun Lingtong shout, "No! Something is wrong!"

"Xiaozhu, Sangle Youling is dead!!"

"What?!" Ning Zhuo's hair stood on end and he felt terrified.

He rushed forward and examined it at close range.

Sangle Youling showed no signs of life and was actually dead!

Sun Lingtong: "We can't stay here for long, let's run..."

Before he could finish his words, the alarm bell rang, and the entire Tingyou Pavilion's defensive formation was activated, confining the space and locking Sun Ning and the other two here.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

"Someone has tried to assassinate Lord Sangle Youling again."

"I'm going to hack the murderer to death!"

The next moment, a large number of city guards rushed over and surrounded Tingyou Pavilion.

(End of this chapter)