Chapter 142: The Disappearance of... Those Years

  This is a woman wearing a purple long shirt, she has five small and delicate features, looking very elegant, her figure is not tall, but rather petite with a kind of charming and moving meaning.

  Her skin was very white, as if it could be blown away, and she sat in the place where Su Ming had been before, her eyes closed, her eyelashes long and trembling, making her whole person full of a temperament completely different from Han Feizi.

  This temperament is different from Han Feizi's coldness and also different from Bai Ling's wild beauty, but gives people a very quiet feeling, like a secluded valley orchid.

  Her face is very beautiful and ageless, now sitting there, as if merged with this pavilion.

  Fang Shen gazed at the woman in front of him, his eyes filled with adoration. She was his only sister, who had been neglected since childhood in their tribe and whose cultivation was not high.

  Her quiet personality often makes people overlook her.

  But who would have thought that this seemingly weak woman, for a reason known only to Fang Shen in the tribe, with her cultivation at the seventh layer of Blood Coagulation Realm, had resolutely ventured into the treacherous Huo Shan Chain ten years ago!

  For the three departments of Handan City, the Handan chain is a show for outsiders. Their clansmen don't need to go through it at all. Every time the Tiān Hán Zōng recruits disciples, they will come here to choose from among the proud ones in the three departments. Although only less than ten people have been selected from the three departments in hundreds of years, this is still a hope.

  If you are not selected, and still want to enter Tiān Hán Zōng, you will have to go through the same process as outsiders, by going through the Huàn Shān chain to gain qualifications.

  No one had expected it, not even Fang Shen himself, that his sister, Fang Canglan, with her cultivation of the seventh layer of coagulated blood, would choose to venture into the Huo Mountain Range.

  Those scenes from ten years ago often appeared in Fang Shen's mind, and finally, this woman who was not noticed by many people, with her great determination and perseverance, somehow managed to break through the sixth iron chain and obtained the qualification of Tian Han Zong disciple.

  Looking at his sister, Fang Shen knew that despite her gentle appearance, she was actually strong inside, and even he couldn't compare to her because he didn't have the courage to venture into the Huashan Mountains.

  "He is not opening dust at present." Cang Lan opened her eyes and spoke softly.

  "What's going on now?" Fang Shen furrowed his brow.

  "But he didn't lie, he can indeed heal Mu Er's injuries." Cang Lan raised her jade hand, holding the cup that Su Ming had held before, and said calmly.

  "Huh?" Fang Shen looked at Cang Lan and said in a deep voice, "This is also where I am puzzled. Even you can't get rid of the injury, how could his medicine possibly achieve this."

  Cang Lan lowered her head, her expression somewhat desolate, and closed her eyes.

  "I...I didn't mean it that way, ah, you..." Fang Dian hastily stepped forward, wanting to explain, but didn't know how to start.

  "Brother, this matter is my fault... but the world is vast and there are many strange and wonderful people. I think Mo Su's words were not entirely false. Sitting here, I can sense some of his thoughts. As for healing injuries, he didn't lie." Cang Lan opened her eyes, regained her composure, and gazed at Fang Shen, speaking softly.

  Moreover, this person's background is mysterious. The method he used to drink the water of the grass leaf seems simple, but in fact, even I didn't know about it before entering the Tian Han Sect.

  His movements were awkward, but correct. He must have seen someone do it before. In the land of Nan Chen, not many people can do this... If I weren't favored by my master and often made tea for her, I wouldn't be able to learn it either."

  Fang Shen furrowed his brow, as if deep in thought.

  "Moreover..." Cang Lan put down the cup in his hand, and a hint of strangeness appeared in his eyes as he muttered: "Although he hasn't opened his dust, the feeling he gives me is even stronger than that of an ordinary opener's initial stage... On his body, it seems like there exists the resentment of a strong opener... This person may have killed openers before! And not just one!"

  Fang Shen was taken aback by these words and suddenly looked at Cang Lan. If it weren't for the fact that she was his sister, he would have been convinced of her barbaric tactics. Hearing this, he must have been skeptical.

  "Have you killed more than one person?"

  Cang Lan closed her eyes, her right hand pressed against her brow, and her entire person gradually became blurry in Fang Shen's line of sight. After a moment, she recovered as usual. Cang Lan opened her eyes, with a hint of fatigue in her expression.

  "There were two kinds of death auras on his body, the first one was about fifty years ago, this aura was very faint, but it lingered and didn't disperse. What's strange is that in this time span, I got two different feelings, one was fifty years ago, and the other was four years ago, which made me somewhat unclear..."

  "As for the second death energy, it's very clear, it's been about a year... but it's also very faint." Cang Lan looked puzzled and didn't understand.

  Listening to Cang Lan's words, Fang Dian's expression became increasingly solemn. He understood his sister's brutal technique, which could be said to be one of the three major brutal techniques of the Tian Han Sect. If it weren't for Cang Lan's innate talent being suitable for learning this technique, and also having her master's favor, it would be absolutely impossible to obtain.

  Especially when thinking of Cang Lan's master, Fang Shen felt a sense of reverence in his heart.

  "So I suspect that he may have reached the state of Kai Chen before, but due to some unexpected events, his cultivation fell and became blurred."

  Cang Lan hesitated for a moment before speaking in a soft voice.

  "This means that this person's mysteriousness has exceeded my previous expectations, in this case... I need to think carefully about whether or not to let him join... Canglan, you can rest first, I will discuss this matter with Man Gong." Fang Shen said, and then prepared to leave the attic.

  "Brother, this time Tian Han Zong will take in a disciple, it won't be from my An Dong Bu or Pu Qian Bu, but only one person will be taken away, which is Yan Chi Bu's Yan Fei."

  "This matter has already been decided, and I shouldn't interfere. However, next time we recruit new members, I'll reserve a spot for Mu'er. As for Mo Su, I suggest letting him in, but we should assign someone to keep an eye on him. If he can cure Mu'er, he can become a true guest of the East." Cang Lan said softly, pressing her brow.

  Fang Shen nodded and turned around to leave the attic.

  At this moment, there was only Cang Lan in the attic. She sat silently on a stone chair and was about to get up to rest, but hesitated for a moment, sat back down, raised her right hand and waved it in the air. Suddenly, three white beast bones appeared in her hand.

  There are countless tiny characters on these three pieces of beast bones, which are unclear and densely scattered with a faint glow, revealing a sense of years, obviously an extremely ancient object.

  "What's the origin of this Mo Su, Master once said that my previous life's Hu Man method has been cultivated to the seventh layer, which is not common even within the Tian Han Sect, but on Mo Su's body, it actually appeared for the first time... a person, how can there be two different... "

  There is only one explanation for this, that in his memory, the time since the first person to die from Kai Chen Jing was four years...“, but in fact, it's not like that!

  This was the first time something like this had happened... Cang Lan thought for a moment, then bit her finger and pressed the fresh blood onto the three beast bones in front of her. The three beast bones immediately absorbed the blood, and a faint light burst forth from them, filling the pavilion with an eerie glow that also caused Cang Lan's face to take on a faintly eerie hue.

  "This matter, if I can understand it, may bring me some inspiration... I don't believe that with the three artifacts given to me by my master, I still can't see clearly." Cang Lan's eyes flashed, and she muttered some complex and obscure words under her breath. These words were difficult to understand, and even if others heard them, they would be bewildered; if they listened for a slightly longer time, they would fall into confusion.

  Time flew by, and after a stick of incense, Cang Lan's eyes flashed with a faint light. The three beast bones in front of her suddenly flew up and rapidly rotated beside her brow. Gradually, Cang Lan closed her eyes, and her body quickly became blurry. In the end, she almost disappeared from the pavilion-like structure, and within it, a large number of spatial distortions appeared.

  But this state only lasted for three breaths before a dramatic change occurred!

  "This...this...this isn't fifty years!!" Cang Lan's figure suddenly became clear from the blur, her calm face replaced by a rare terror that showed a hint of horror and incredulity.

  "This isn't fifty years... This is..." The three bones in front of Cang Lan's eyebrows suddenly shattered with a loud crash, as if an indescribable force had arrived to stop her actions.

  At the moment when the three bones shattered, a dull rumbling sound echoed, and all the stone objects in the entire attic were reduced to powder in an instant. At the same time, the attic itself let out a loud bang, and under the intense fragmentation, it turned into flying dust.

  Cang Lan spat out a mouthful of blood, her whole body retreating several steps, her pretty face deathly pale, stunned in place, as if she had lost her soul.

  This sudden change shocked the entire Andong Department, attracting everyone's attention. Several long rainbows whizzed by, rushing to the scene, and even in the distant mountains, there were also long rainbows arriving.

  The leader of the An Dong tribe was the first to arrive, accompanied by an elderly man in a blue robe. The old man's eyes were piercing, making people involuntarily lower their heads and dare not look at him.

  "What's going on!" Fang Shen approached, his face showing anxiety as he looked at Cang Lan.

  As for the old man, he furrowed his brow and looked around carefully before suddenly changing his expression and becoming solemn.

  "There's an indescribable aura here... Han Cangzi, what just happened?"

  Cang Lan stood in the ruins of the pavilion, slowly closing her eyes, and after a long time, she slowly opened them again. Her eyes had regained their clarity, and she looked around. The pavilion was originally part of the mountain body, but now it was destroyed, as if a large hole had been dug out on this mountain. Moreover, there were countless cracks spreading around the edge, making it seem like the entire mountain was unstable.

  Her heart skipped a beat, and she fell silent for a moment. With a complex expression, she turned her head to look into the distance, where she saw Su Ming being accompanied by Fang Mu in the crowd. Apparently, the dramatic change here had caught his attention.

  "Nothing, I saw something I shouldn't have... Brother, I'm asking you, make him a guest in my Antong Department." Canglan didn't suggest, but directly demanded. After finishing speaking, she didn't even look at the blue-robed old man and turned around with fatigue, walking towards Su Ming in the distance.

  Fang Shen was taken aback. This was the first time he had heard Cang Lan speak in such a tone. In the silence, facing the old man's puzzlement beside him, he spoke a few words in a low voice.