C42 Where Were You at That Time?

Wu Qi let out a long breath, a bitter smile on his face, but still bowed and said, "Wu Qi will follow Senior Brother's instructions and do his best to follow Senior Brother's instructions."

Looking at his appearance, Ling Yan knew that he had wasted his words. "One day, let me scan your mind and see if I can help you find a hero. However, it might affect your mind and consciousness, and I might not be able to find a true hero. So you have to be mentally prepared."

Ling Yan couldn't bear to see Wu Qi worry so much over his life. Since he was his junior brother, if he didn't help Wu Qi, who would? This was something that all cultivators knew. In the world of cultivation, there was a type of spell called "Soulsearch" that was similar to it, but if one wanted to scan the brain of another person, they would not be able to do so.

This sort of supernatural power might not even be able to be used by a master at the Large Success stage. Because the soul consciousness was similar to brain waves, it was easier to understand than soul imprints. What did it mean to be able to read a soul imprint in someone else's mind? This meant that the soul imprint could also be extracted from the original body alive. If the person being used was a cultivator, it would be even better; even the Nascent Soul would be extracted together.

If Ling Yan was willing, he could use the soul imprint and the nascent soul in his hands to recreate a person. Of course, this reconstructed person didn't have a physical body, only a body made out of the condensed spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It was still too early for Ling Yan to do this with his current cultivation, but he would be able to do it if he could only read it.

Ling Yan also didn't know how he did it. The Jade Eye manual did not mention anything about this. It was as if Ling Yan thought he already knew how to use it. Using one's spiritual sense to scan someone else's brain was risky, but if the person being scanned was an ordinary person, then even the slightest carelessness could turn a normal person into an idiot, and it would be too late to save him. But a cultivator like Wu Qi would be better, because his mental strength was extremely powerful.

Wu Qi's face lit up, although he did not know what his Senior Brother would do, but Wu Qi did not care. What Wu Qi cared about was Lu Renjie's trail. He hurriedly said, "Senior Brother, as long as I find a hero, I can ask Wu Qi to do whatever he wants."

Ling Yan smiled and said, "I don't know if this plan will work, so I can only try my best to help you!"

Duanmu Yin said to the twenty-eight disciples who had been standing up all this time, "Come and greet Senior Martial Uncle!"

Those twenty-eight disciples neatly dropped to one knee and said in unison, "Disciple greets Martial Uncle (Ancestor)."

Ling Yan chuckled, and raised his hands in the air. "All of you, get up. I didn't expect there would be so many juniors after our seclusion. It's just that Martial Uncle is very poor, and doesn't have any gifts for you. One crystal apiece for each of you!" With a wave of his right hand, each of the twenty-eight disciples now had a mid-grade crystal in their hands. In a world where spiritual energy was thin, a mid-grade crystal was already quite heavy. If it wasn't for Xiaobao, Ling Yan would have given them a few high-grade crystals.

The twenty-eight disciples all had joyous expressions as they thanked him in unison, "Thank you for your gift, Senior Martial Uncle!" Duanmu Ying turned to Ling Yan and said, "Senior Apprentice Brother, when you go to Sinking Cloud Star in the future, you will need to use crystals to open the transmission array. The distance is very far … there's no need to give it to them."

Ling Yan waved his hand and said, "No worries, I still have some crystals. I'll leave a portion for you when I go to Sinking Cloud Star, the Earth's spirit energy is very sparse, and the crystals are very useful to you. I'm not afraid of not having any after I go to Sinking Cloud Star."

The door was opened. "Baby, we're home. I'm tired from hugging you." Fang Hui stood at the door staring at his home with the plastic bag in his arms. He immediately took a step back and looked at the number on the door plate. Standing at the doorway, he shouted, "Ling Yan!" He looked around and asked, "Who are you people? What are you doing at my place? "

Ling Yan smiled and replied, "I'm at home, come in!"

Under the gazes of everyone who was smiling, Fang Hui carried Xiaobao into the room and whispered to Ling Yan, "Who are they?" What are you doing here? Oh! Could they be the disciples that your parents took in back then? " He was astonished in his heart. All of these people had learned of those abilities, but they all had to live as long as a thousand years. He couldn't help but feel yearning in his heart.

Ling Yan took over Xiaobao and introduced him with a smile. "These three people are my juniors. The others are all disciples of my juniors. Today, they found out that I've come out of seclusion, so they came to pick me up."

"Pick you up? Are you leaving? " Fang Hui felt a tinge of reluctance. Was his home going to be deserted again?

"Yes!" Ling Yan nodded. "Not only will Xiaobao and I leave, you'll also have to leave with us. I need to find some time to get rid of the cancer on your body." The reluctance on Fang Hui's face was wiped away as the corners of his mouth curled up. These few days, he had been carrying Xiaobao out during the day and sleeping with him at night, and he could not bear to leave Xiaobao. As for where he was going to go, he did not have to work anymore.

"Then when are we leaving? I have to make arrangements. "

"Arrange what?" Ling Yan was astounded. "You're alone. You just need to pack a few clothes. What other arrangements do you need?"

Fang Hui bent his fingers and counted: "Before I leave, I have to pay off my mortgage and also send some money to my family — do you know how much money the card that Master Chen gave me is?" Fang Hui stared at Ling Yan with his almond eyes wide open. He opened his left hand and answered his own question, "There are fifty million yuan in there!" Ling Yan smiled and glanced at one of the disciples.

At first, when Bu Haoqi saw that his staff members had been injured, he was sure to deal with them personally. He did not expect that when his senior granduncle came out and went back to his villa, he was shocked even more. First, he heard that his senior master, whom he had never seen before, had accompanied him to the villa, followed by three other people, one of whom was actually Duanmu Yin, the founder of the Mountain Split Sect, whom Bu Haoqi thought had long ascended to become an elder. He had never even heard of this before, and never would have thought that his own school would have so many ancestors hidden behind it. As Bu Haoqi faced the few ancestors who were not much older than him, yet still exuded an indiscernible and powerful aura, his lips would always tremble as he narrated what had happened, as if he was in a state of mind when facing Ling Yan.

Seeing Ling Yan glance at him, Bu Haoqi took two steps forward and smiled, "Miss Fang, according to the Renminbi, if you really want a price for the crystal, the crystal you sold yesterday is worth at least 500 million. It's just that you can't prepare that much liquidity for the time being, so you can only put 50 million into your card. Seeing Fang Hui staring at him in a daze, Bu Haoqi smiled and said, "The jewelry shop is my business."

Fang Hui came back to his senses and said, "There's no need to ask for more money from the card. To me, 50 million is something I won't be able to use for my entire life." 500 million? Fang Hui did not even dare to think about it. 50 million already made him into a rich woman who did not need to worry about food and clothing for his entire life, so what's the use of that 500 million? Five hundred million and fifty million was just a number.

Ling Yan also added, "Gui Qi, you should save that money to do something else, such as build a few Hope Elementary Schools in the poor mountains, or build a few medical institutions to provide convenience for families who look down on patients and can't afford to go to primary school. It's better than Fang Hui keeping the money in his pocket."

"Yes, Uncle-Master." "This disciple will use this money on charity in the name of Miss Fang," he said, bowing.

Ling Yan nodded his head and turned to Duanmu Yin. "Fourth brother, please let the disciples go back. We'll leave in the afternoon. Before we go, I have some things to ask you."

Duanmu Huanghun acknowledged and said to the disciples, "You can go back first. Your Martial Granduncle will follow us back to Karakorum in the afternoon. We will gather all the disciples that we can and prepare to welcome you."

"Yes, I will obey my master's orders, and I will take my leave!" The disciples walked out one by one, leaving only five people in the living room.

Ling Yan waved his hand and said, "Take a seat!" Wu Qi and the other two each sat down and waited for this young senior brother to ask. Fang Hui hurriedly turned on the water dispenser and prepared to make tea. There were too many people just now, not to mention the teacups at home, even the water in the water dispenser wasn't enough.

Wu Qi said to Ling Yan, "Senior Brother, if you have anything you want to know, just ask!" Duanmu Yin and Zhao Yu nodded as well. Senior brother had been in closed-door training for nearly a thousand years, so he must have been filled with many doubts about the modern era.

Ling Yan glanced at them and said slowly, "Your parents have taught you the art of cultivation for over a thousand years, and in this thousand years, you have witnessed the progress and development of the Chinese nation." Ling Yan looked at them and said slowly, "Your parents have taught you the art of cultivation for over a thousand years, and in this thousand years, you have witnessed the progress and development of the Chinese nation.

He glanced at his junior brothers and continued, "In the nineteenth century, the allied forces of eight countries attacked China together, so it could no longer be said that they were competing against each other. There was a great disparity in the powers of the enemy and the enemy, and the Manchu dynasty's decisions were repeatedly failed. The hundreds of billions of dollars worth of famous paintings and antiques in Yuan Ming Garden were brought back to their homeland by the invaders, but they were completely helpless against the pain. I would like to ask three junior brothers, where were you at at that time? "

Her tone was flat, her voice was gentle and her tone was neither fast nor slow. However, Wu Qi and the other two could feel the suppressed anger from her gentle and calm tone.