Yin Mo walked over, hesitated for a moment, and when he was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, the door opened gently.

A bearded man wearing a jade crown and a purple robe walked out with a smile on his face.

"Fellow Daoist Yin, you are finally here. Let me introduce a few fellow Daoists to you."

Nanlong Hou seemed to have known that Yin Mo would come. He walked up to him and greeted him with a smile on his face.

"It is really inconsiderate of you to have waited for so long!" Yin Mo said a few words politely, and the Marquis of Nanlong let him into the stone house.

The scene inside the house surprised Yin Mo a little. It was empty?
However, his spiritual sense soon detected the fluctuations of restrictions in the house.

At the same time, Nanlong Hou also noticed Yin Mo's actions. He smiled and said:

"My little trick will certainly not be hidden from Daoyou's eyes. Daoyou Yin, please follow me!"

As Nanlong Hou spoke, he casually cast a spell and a golden light shot out from his sleeves.

After the glow of the sunset faded away, a white light suddenly flashed on the ground somewhere in an inconspicuous place in the house. The illusion disappeared, and a hidden stone staircase appeared before one's eyes.

Nanlong Hou walked down without hesitation. Yin Mo frowned slightly, then followed him down without hesitation.

The stone steps were very short. Almost as soon as I stepped out, I stepped into a small underground hall.

Several moonstones emit a soft white light, illuminating the place, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, but clearly visible.

There were seven or eight monks in the hall, six of them were sitting, and one man and one woman were standing together, seemingly talking and laughing.

When these people saw Nanlong Hou and Yin Mo coming in, they all turned their heads.

"It's you!"

When the standing man saw Yin Mo's face, his face changed drastically and he shouted out loud.

It sounded like he recognized Yin Mo.

Yin Mo was stunned when he heard this. A gleam of light flashed in his eyes and fell on the face of the man in the late Jindan stage.

What he saw was a silver mask, which surprised Yin Mo a little, and then he showed a sarcastic smile.

This man turned out to be the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect who had hunted him all those years ago. He wore the same mask and looked the same, but his eyes no longer had the arrogance of the past. Instead, they had a look of vicissitudes and fear.

"I didn't expect to see an old friend here. It really surprised me!"

"How is it possible? You... you have already condensed your Nascent Soul?"

The voice of the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect was a little hoarse, but the panic revealed in his words needed no further explanation.

"What's going on? Do you know this fellow Taoist?" The black-robed man sitting in front of Wang Chan suddenly asked in a cold voice.

"Uncle, this person is the monk from the Yellow Maple Valley named Yin that I mentioned to you. Back then..."

“No need to say more. Fellow Daoist Yin is already a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage. How can he be compared with a junior like you?”

The middle-aged man, wearing a black shirt and with an elegant face, showed a hint of surprise, but quickly suppressed it and interrupted the conversation without hesitation.

He smiled gently at Yin Mo and said kindly:
"I am Wang Tiangu from the Ghost Spirit Sect. I was too careless in the past and have offended many people. But for my sake, I hope you will not hold a grudge against me."

Judging from his tone, he seemed to know a lot about Yin Mo's affairs.

"Back then, my friend Wang and I only had some small matters. Many years have passed, how could Yin still remember them? Your Excellency has filtered it!"

Yin Mo glanced at the man in black robe and chuckled, as if he really intended to let bygones be bygones. But Yin Mo secretly laughed in his heart.

Back then, the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect almost took his life and even forced him to risk leaving Tiannan. How could such hatred be easily let go?

If there weren't many Nascent Soul cultivators in front of him and the leader of the Ghost Spirit Sect was not here, he would definitely take revenge immediately.

But for now, I can only observe the roles of other people to see if there are any other people with magic skills?
Otherwise, instead of taking revenge, the other party will join forces to eliminate them.

"Haha, it turns out that Brother Yin is from the Yellow Maple Valley."

"I thought you were originally a cultivator from Luoyun Sect."

"But it's great that you can let go of the past."

"After all, I invited you all here, and I don't want anything unpleasant to happen."

Nanlong Hou interrupted at this time.

Wang Tiangu smiled slightly. He knew that this person was a scheming person and would not easily believe Yin Mo's words.

So, he nodded casually and said:
"My fellow Taoist has a broad mind. I admire you."

"But don't worry. I will punish my nephew severely when I return."

"But it is incredible that you were able to cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage in just nearly two hundred years."

"Perhaps in a few hundred years, you will reach the late Nascent Soul stage. This is not impossible. People like us with average qualifications are far inferior to you!"

These words made everyone, including Nanlong Hou, show different expressions.

Yin Mo was secretly alert in his heart, and he was so angry that his teeth were itching.

On the surface, he was praising him, but once these words were spoken, he became the target of public criticism.

"You are less than 300 years old this year, right?"

A dark-skinned man sitting in the corner was silent for a while, then asked in a strange tone.

"Master Wang, you must be joking. I just formed my Nascent Soul stage. How can I expect to reach the late Nascent Soul stage in such a short time?"

Yin Mo replied calmly, glancing at everyone present.

He discovered that in addition to Wang Chan, the beautiful female cultivator next to him was also in the late Jindan stage and was standing next to Wang Tiangu.

She looked calm and composed, and it was obvious that she was not an ordinary female cultivator.

It is said that Yan Ruyan, the daughter of the Yan family with natural spiritual roots, joined the Guiling Sect as soon as she left the family and married Wang Chan.

Could she be Yan Ruyan? Yin Mo guessed in his heart.

As for the other six people, they were all cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage. There was even an old man in white clothes and no beard, whose cultivation level was the same as that of Nanlong Hou, which was in the middle Nascent Soul stage.

Yin Moduo glanced at the old man, but was frightened by his cold eyes, as if he could see into his heart.

This made Yin Mo shudder in his heart, but he remained calm and avoided the other person's gaze.

When the old man saw this scene, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

At this time, Nanlong Hou had already calmly invited Yin Mo to sit down.

Yin Mo unceremoniously found an empty chair and sat down with a steady posture.

Then, he glanced at Wang Chan, the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect, with a smile. Although he was extremely shocked because of Wang Tiangu's presence, he regained his composure at this moment.

However, there was an unspeakable fear in his eyes as he looked at Yin Mo.

Back then, his opponent who had the same cultivation level as him had actually broken through to the Nascent Soul stage. This made him both surprised and angry.

As for Yan Ruyan, she glanced at Yin Mo twice more, her eyes were clear and bright, and Yin Mo could not guess what she was thinking.

Seeing this, Yin Mo sneered and ignored the two men.

Nanlong Hou, as the host, stood in the middle and said solemnly:
"Among all the fellow Taoists present here, some are righteous cultivators, some are from demonic sects, and some are independent cultivators."

"But there is one thing we all have in common, and that is a powerful spiritual consciousness."

“That’s one of the reasons why I invited everyone to gather here.”

"Some people already know the general idea of ​​our plan, but some people don't."

"So I will reiterate our plan and then you can decide whether to participate."

"If someone doesn't want to, I will never force them."

When Yin Mo heard this, he perked up, knowing that the conversation was about to get to the point.

"Hehe! We can ignore the others, but the two juniors from the Ghost Spirit Sect are also here. What does this mean? Don't tell me that the spiritual consciousness of these two people is as powerful as ours."

A stern-faced monk sitting opposite the man in black robe suddenly spoke in a cold tone, but his eyes were fixed on Wang Tiangu, as if he had something to do with him.

Yin Mo's heart moved.

"Friend You, you are wrong this time."

"Although their cultivation is not high, they are good at secret techniques, and their spiritual awareness is not weaker than ours when they work together."

"It's rare to find cultivators with such powerful spiritual awareness as ours."

"Some people practice special skills, some are born with extraordinary spiritual awareness, and some have treasures that can enhance their spiritual awareness."

"Otherwise, I won't do useless work." Nanlong Hou was well prepared and said confidently.

"In that case, just pretend I didn't say anything just now!" said the cold-faced monk expressionlessly.

The other cultivators had no objection and looked towards Nanlong Hou, ready to listen to his explanation.

"The purpose of gathering everyone here this time is to go to Mulan Grassland."

Nanlong Hou spoke slowly, and his words made most of the cultivators present look surprised.

Yin Mo was no exception and his expression changed drastically.

"Brother Nanlong, are you sure? Are you going to Mulan grassland?" The cold-faced monk frowned, seeming to be quite skeptical about what he heard.

The expressions of the other monks were not good either.

But all the Yuanying-stage old monsters sitting here have gone through many vicissitudes of life to reach their current level.

Therefore, although they were somewhat shocked, they were still able to remain calm and wait for Nanlong Hou's answer.

"You have misunderstood, fellow Daoist. When I said we were going to the Mulan Grassland, I did not mean to go deep into the grassland, but to the edge a hundred miles away." Nanlong Hou explained calmly.

"This is also very dangerous. I heard that the Mulan people have been accumulating strength in recent years and seem to be a little restless."

"The edge of the grassland is the real dangerous place now. I'm worried that even mages of the same level as us will gather there."

“Although the magic weapons of those mages may be relatively simple, their cultivation and skills are not inferior to ours.”

"The spiritual arts they are good at are extremely powerful, and they are good at working together."

"Once we are discovered, even if we can escape, it will be difficult to evacuate safely." The cold-faced monk shook his head, obviously very afraid of this.

"How powerful the Mage is, how could I not understand?"

"Back then, I fought with a Yuanying stage mage for three days and three nights. Although his cultivation was inferior to mine and his magic weapon was not as powerful as mine, we were evenly matched." Nanlong Hou said with a gloomy face.

“In that case, Brother Nanlong is still planning to go to Mulan Grassland.”

"It seems that there are indeed unusual things there. Otherwise, Brother Nanlong would not have risked going there." Wang Tiangu smiled slightly and said slowly.

"Haha, Brother Wang understands me the best. Have you heard of 'Master Cangkun'?" Nanlong Hou changed the subject and mentioned a name that was familiar to everyone.

"Master Cangkun! The crazy cultivator who frightened both good and evil five thousand years ago?" An old woman who had been silent all this time heard this, her expression changed, and a gleam of light flashed in her eyes.

"Mrs. Tai is right. He is the crazy cultivator who swept across Tiannan back then."

“Although no one has publicly admitted it, he was definitely the best among the independent cultivators in Tiannan at that time. His magical powers were unfathomable and he was almost invincible in Tiannan.”

“Even the Grand Elder of the Demonic Hehuan Sect and the leader of the Righteous Alliance did not dare to look down on him.” Nanlong Hou said in a heavy tone.

"Brother Nanlong, you mentioned him now, could it be related to our trip?" Wang Tiangu asked strangely.

"Hehe, that's right. Our destination this time is the secret cave left behind by Master Cangkun." Nanlong Hou said seriously.

"Impossible! Didn't that madman die because he angered everyone and was besieged?" The old woman shook her head and said in disbelief.

Nanlong Hou smiled and was about to explain, but suddenly, an old man in white sitting next to him spoke.

"Master Cangkun was not killed that year. Instead, he escaped by hiding his true identity after he blew up his two puppets."

"The monks who besieged him at the time were unaware of the situation and thought that they had only killed Master Cangkun and an incarnation."

“However, even so, Master Cang Kun has been severely injured and it is difficult for him to recover his all-powerful magical powers.”

"After several years of rest, he disappeared without a trace. It was not until my fellow Daoist Nanlong and I found the place where he passed away that we learned of it."

"He actually attracted the attention of the Demon Valley, ventured in and became the first person to survive."

"Survived from the Demon Valley? How is that possible!" the old woman screamed, her face full of excitement.

Everyone else, including Yin Mo, gasped.

On the one hand, they were shocked by the shocking extent of the news, and on the other hand, they were thinking about its authenticity. For a moment, they looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Even if this is true, what does it have to do with Mulan Grassland?" The dark-faced monk asked with a sneer, seeming to disagree.

"Although what Brother Daoist Bing said is not completely accurate, it does hit a part of the point."

"According to the information left at the place where Master Cangkun passed away, he stayed in the Demon Valley for several years, but passed away shortly after leaving."

"The specific reason is unknown, but he should have taken away a lot of treasures, enough to attract the attention of the number one wandering cultivator back then."

"Are you really willing to give up this trip to Mulan Grassland?" Nanlong Hou said in a deep voice.

"With so many Nascent Soul cultivators acting together, how can ordinary mages stop us? Even if we encounter an accident, we can break out separately."

"If there are still people who are unwilling to take risks, then go ahead."

"Nanlong Hou and I will find other people to go with us. But there is one thing I want to make clear." The old man in white added, his expression unchanged.

After hearing what Nanlong Hou and the old man in white said, Wang Tiangu, the old woman and others showed hesitation. However, Yin Mo asked:
"I don't understand one thing. Since you already know where the treasure is, why did you specially summon us here?" (End of this chapter)