Chapter 3: The Hidden Dragon List of the Mysterious Heavenly Magic Scripture

After they walked for a while, a golden pavilion appeared in front of them.

Ye Yang asked Dong Qing to leave and walked into the hall alone, only to find that there were already several people sitting in the hall.

The man sitting in the upper seat was dressed in white, short and fat, with a dark spot on his chest that could never be wiped clean, and one of his legs was slightly lame. It was Bai Zizhen.

Under Bai Zizhen, there were a few others. The leader was a plump man with broad shoulders and a big waist, wearing a robe with the pattern of a white crane chasing water.

Ye Yang took a look at the man and thought that he must be his father's old friend.

In addition to this man, there were two others sitting below. One was a young man in his twenties, with a sturdy build and a strong waist, holding a large spear with a red tassel in his hand.

However, there were four rings five inches below the tip of the spear.

The person at the bottom was a girl with fair skin, tall figure, cold temperament, and legs as long as jade pillars.

Her long black hair fell casually, accidentally covering her forehead, making her very pretty.

At this moment, she bulged her big eyes and looked at Ye Yang curiously.

"Is this the descendant of my father's deceased friend?"

Ye Yang glanced at the people at the top. The atmosphere in the hall was warm and the host and guests were all happy.

"Ye Yang, let me introduce you. This is your uncle Zhu Yue, the head of the Changqing Zhu family. He has a family tradition of Yiqi Tongyang Ling Jue, and he is famous for his Five-lock Tiger Capturing Spear."

Ye Yang quickly put away his wild thoughts and stepped forward to bow: "My nephew Ye Yang, I greet Uncle Zhu."

"Good boy, the aura around you is rising, as if it is a spirit or a fantasy. You have actually reached the seventh level of Qigong. You are more talented than my deceased brother. When you break through to the warrior realm in the future, you may even be able to make it onto the Hidden Dragon Ranking."

Hearing this, Ye Yang just smiled and didn't take it seriously. He knew it was just a polite remark.

The Hidden Dragon List only includes warrior-level cultivators under the age of 60 in Yalong Ridge. There are countless cultivators in the entire Yalong Ridge, but only 365 were selected. All those who made it to the list were gifted by nature.

There are several sects within a radius of thousands of miles, but no one is on the list. You can imagine how difficult it is.

"Let me introduce you. This is your Junior Brother Hu Ting, who is also joining Feitian Sect. You must take good care of him in the future. This is your Junior Sister Man Ge, who is my little daughter."

Hearing that Ye Yang had already reached the seventh level, the man and the woman turned their heads in surprise and looked at him with interest.

"My good nephew, come visit us often. We are all family, so how can we be strangers?"

Ye Yang had experienced two lifetimes, and he secretly marveled in his heart that Zhu Yue was worthy of being the head of the Zhu family. The few words he just said brought him closer to him.

Not only did he entrust the two young descendants of the sect to the task, but he also used his deceased father as a bond to bring the Zhu family and him together.

But the other party was just being polite, otherwise the two sides would not have lived together without any contact for many years after their father's death.

Human spirit!

Ye Yang smiled and nodded in agreement.

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"This Zhu family is calling us their family on the left and our family on the right. Isn't it that they are leading the disciples of Feitian Sect to their Zhu family?"

Bai Zizhen couldn't help but feel a little angry.

"Since you have joined our Feitian Sect, you are one of us. There is no difference between sects and families. You should practice well in the sect."

"If you make great contributions, you may be able to pass on the Transformation Veins Mysterious Heaven Demonic Scripture."

As soon as these words came out, Zhu Huting and Zhu Mange's eyes showed infinite hope. The Huamai Xuantian Demonic Scripture of the Feitian Sect was very famous in Yalongling, and it was a first-class magic even among the big forces.

According to legend, the founder of Feitian Sect practiced this spiritual method, gathered three monks who had achieved perfection in martial arts, and beat a great monk to death.

When he saw his own children, Bai Zizheng's heart was moved by just a few words.

Zhu Yue coughed, but thought to himself that these two people were still young after all.

The Huamai Xuantian Demonic Scripture is the Feitian Sect's treasured heritage. Historically, only the Sect Leader could practice it. How could it be passed down so easily?

"Why don't you thank Elder Bai for his kindness?"

Bai Zizhen is one of the Four Vajras of Feitianmen, but at this moment Zhu Yue promoted him to a higher level and called him Elder.

It's part of the human world.

When cultivating immortality, one naturally seeks longevity and long life, to reach the blue sky, to travel to the North Sea in the morning and to Cangwu in the evening. No one wants to be contaminated by the petty intrigues of this world.

However, only one cultivator among a million can become an immortal.

Not to mention the powerful ones in the realm of true person, even if it is a warrior in the late stage, who can cultivate the evil spirit, there are countless heroes who have been defeated.

Most monks have a bottleneck period that is visible to the naked eye and cannot break through.

At this time, the higher the position, the more resources you can coordinate, and the more resources you have, the greater the possibility of a breakthrough.

Therefore, there are interpersonal relationships.

Zhu Huting and Zhu Mange quickly stood up and smiled, "Thank you, Uncle Bai."

His eyes wandered, and Ye Yang set his sights on Zhu Mange.

"Is this Zhu Mange? She is indeed very good-looking."

He remembered that his father's suicide note seemed to have asked him to get closer to the Zhu family and, if possible, marry their daughter.

But it wasn't an engagement, it was just a joke between Zhu Yue and me.

After Ye's father passed away, the two families didn't have much contact with each other, and there was not even any exchange of gifts during the holidays.

The Zhu family didn't take him seriously.

However, one has to admit that Zhu Mange is indeed extremely beautiful, with a slim figure, fair skin, a strong nose, and a rosy and sparkling cherry mouth.

The most attractive thing is the teardrop mole under the eye, which adds a touch of charm and tenderness to her heroic face.

She was wearing a green jacket. Maybe it was because it was winter, so although she was wearing thick clothes, you could still see her voluptuous and long legs.

"Seeing how they praised Ye Yang as the best in the world, I didn't notice anything different."

"You still fall at my feet. Just like any other young man who meets me for the first time."

As if sensing Ye Yang's gaze, Zhu Mange lowered her head, her face flushed, but a smile flashed across the corner of her mouth, looking quite complacent.

"But this is also good. I can rely on him to gain more benefits in Feitianmen."

Thinking of this, Zhu Mange's smile deepened, and the curve at the corner of his mouth became a little bigger.

(End of this chapter)