While they were discussing.
The crowd suddenly became agitated.
A group of people approached Bai Xin, requesting her to join their team.
Leading them was Xuanyi Master from Sanqing Mountain, a powerful Seven Orifice Nascent Soul practitioner!
Last time, he took two Eight-Orifice Nascent Soul practitioners to capture the Ancient Giant in the East Sea.
As a result, only he escaped back, and the two Eight-Orifice Nascent Souls mysteriously perished.
The higher-ups at Sanqing Mountain had a lot of opinions about him.
Therefore, they tasked him with this dangerous mission to make amends.
With such strength, his influence was naturally astonishing.
A good dozen strong practitioners from various sects joined his team.
Together, they extended an invitation to Bai Xin.
"Bai Qianhu, this mission is fraught with danger, acting alone may risk your life."
"Why not join us instead?"
Xuanyi Master invited sincerely.
Besides being straightforward and trustworthy,
Bai Xinâs most important trait was her origin from the Qintian Bureau.
This action was initiated by the Qintian Bureau, she might have more information on the Connecting Sky Black Pillar.
Teaming up with her would surely yield greater rewards.
"I already have someone in mind, sorry."
Bai Xin calmly declined.
Xuanyi Master persisted: "May I know who your teammate is?"
Could there be a team stronger than theirs present?
Bai Xin, also bothered by this.
Her charming eyes scanned the surroundings, quickly noticing Jiang Fanâs figure.
She immediately stepped towards Jiang Fan.
Everyone followed her steps with their gaze.
All wanting to know who this sought-after Bai Xin would favor.
At first glance, they spotted Zong Chaosheng.
Suddenly, it dawned on them.
"Itâs him! No wonder!"
"Zong Chaosheng is also a Seven Apertures Nascent Soul practitioner, and one of the Taicang Eighteen Sons, reputable and trustworthy."
"Choosing him is indeed more fitting than Xuanyi Master."
Everyone knew Sanqing Mountainâs reputation.
Zong Chaosheng wore a smile.
The team members beside him couldnât help but praise.
"Itâs still Senior Brother Zong, Bai Xin comes uninvited."
"When the flower blooms, the butterfly naturally comes."
"Outstanding individuals never lack adoration."
Zong Chaosheng smiled slightly, inwardly proud.
To have someone as selfless as Bai Xin prefer him, it must be said, his charm was extraordinary.
He stood in place, waiting for Bai Xin to approach.
But to his slight embarrassment,
Bai Xin merely passed by them.
Directly arriving in front of Jiang Fan, she said, "How many teammates do you have?"
Jiang Fan was momentarily stunned.
Only then did he realize that Bai Xin had been waiting for him.
"Currently none." Jiang Fan replied.
Bai Xin nodded slightly: "Come with me."
How could Jiang Fan refuse, he was about to agree.
Zong Chaosheng led a group over.
He frowned, giving Jiang Fan a glance, and said:
"Why are you meddling?"
Then he turned to Bai Xin:
"Bai Qianhu, you should accompany us."
"No one knows what we will encounter on the Connecting Sky Black Pillar."
"Itâs safer with us."
Bai Xin shook her head and said: "Jiang Fan accompanying me is enough."
"You all follow your own path."
Zong Chaosheng was puzzled.
What was so special about Jiang Fan?
No matter if he was the first on the Heavenly Ascending Ancient Road, he would find it difficult to help Bai Xin, right?
On the contrary, he might become a burden to her.
Unwillingly he said: "Bai Qianhu, to be honest."
"In our entourage, thereâs a powerful senior."
"With her around, we have nothing to fear."
Reluctantly, he revealed his trump card.
Carefully taking out a Magic Artifact from his bosom.
He said: "Senior Song Lingyu from the Ten Thousand Tribulations Holy Temple is planning to accompany us."
"With her around, we can rest easy."
Seeing Bai Xin still wanting to refuse.
He bit his lip, unwillingly said:
"If necessary, for Bai Qianhuâs sake, Jiang Fan can join us too."
Bai Xin pondered and looked at Jiang Fan.
Letting him decide.
Song Lingyu was an Eight-Orifice Nascent Soul, more capable of protecting Jiang Fan.
Before Jiang Fan could answer.
Song Lingyu came over, looking slightly awkward: "Zong Chaosheng, where is the Magic Artifact binding me?"
Zong Chaosheng hurriedly and respectfully handed it over: "Here it is."
"I will keep it safe, senior."
Song Lingyu took it, gave a sheepish smile: "Iâd rather not trouble you."
"Iâll find someone else to keep it."
"Jiang Fan, hold this."
She casually tossed it over.
Jiang Fan caught it with both hands, casually tucked it into his chest, and turned to Bai Xin:
"No problem having another teammate, right, Bai Qianhu?"
Bai Xinâs gaze flickered between Jiang Fan and Song Lingyu.
Impressive.
He actually poached from Zong Chaoshengâs team, and succeeded!
The Magic Artifact that was already in Zong Chaoshengâs hands was taken back.
Did Jiang Fan manage to bewitch Song Lingyu somehow?
Zong Chaosheng was stunned, slightly incredulous: "Whatâs the meaning of this, Senior Song?"
This was going back on oneâs word, wasnât it?
Song Lingyu, incredibly awkward, whispered: "Itâs not that Iâm untrustworthy."
"Iâm a victim too!"
"That Sanqian Shangren owed Jiang Fan a favor and became a debtor."
"He had no choice but to sell me to Jiang Fan."
Zong Chaosheng couldnât believe it.
How could Song Lingyuâs own safety be decided by someone else?
It was clear she was brainwashed by Jiang Fan.
He held his ground, determined to retrieve the Magic Artifact.
He glared angrily at Jiang Fan: "You really are something!"
Jiang Fan shrugged: "Thanks."
Zong Chaosheng squinted, a hint of anger spreading.
The man didnât seem to take him seriously at all!
Snatching his limelight at the Jian Family wasnât enough; now he was stealing his team members!
Unbelievable!
"Amitabha, itâs better to resolve enmities than to deepen them."
Dharma Seal Vajra walked over with a smile, the invisible Buddhist Power dispelling the anger in Zong Chaoshengâs eyes.
He stood beside Jiang Fan and said: "Master Jiang, the Bodhisattva asked me to accompany you."
What?
Everyone was astounded.
The Bodhisattva assigned Dharma Seal Vajra to follow Jiang Fan?
Was this a sign to protect Jiang Fan?
Zong Chaosheng was equally perplexed.
What background did Jiang Fan have?
Even the Bodhisattva regarded him differently.
He glanced at Dharma Seal Vajra, then at White Horse Temple.
Even as one of the Taicang Eighteen Sons, he dared not act rashly before White Horse Temple.
"Then I wish you good luck!"
He glared at Jiang Fan, snorting coldly before leaving.
And just at that moment.
The sky suddenly darkened.
It wasnât clouds covering the sky; rather, the sunâs light was dimming rapidly!
In a brief moment, it was as faint as moonlight.
The world plunged into darkness.
The sudden phenomenon made Jiang Fanâs eyes flicker.
"Is this the domain of a Venerate?"
He didnât think anyone could control the sun above the nine heavens.
Reversing yin and yang, altering dusk and dawn.
The only explanation was, it wasnât the environment changing, but an invisible presence altering their perception.
Bai Xin nodded slightly:
"Itâs the arrival of the Great Wine Sacrifice."
Jiang Fanâs eyes showed surprise.
The most mysterious organization leader in Taicang State.
Indeed a Venerate!