Traveling through the world of immortal cultivation with the game panel

"Hmph!" The man in black robe sneered, moved his toes, and Zhang Qianlin's hand was immediately crushed into a pool of blood foam.

"Ah!" he howled heartbreakingly.

"Whoosh!" The screen went dark and a recording ended.

Zhang Yunqing frowned. The angle of the video was strange and it was even a little blurry. He thought it was the one he bought from Qianwen Pavilion at a high price.

She had heard of Qianwen Pavilion, which was equivalent to the "press" of Canglan Continent.

A large part of the gossip in the Immortal Spirit Array came from Qianwen Pavilion, for example:

[A male cultivator actually did this to a spirit beast. Is this a loss of morality or the extinction of humanity? ]

In order to get interesting news ideas, Qianwen Pavilion often places recording stones all over the world. Unexpectedly, they recorded this clip by chance.

Zhang Yunqing frowned. The black robe in the picture did not seem to be a monster. The steaming white mist looked more like the legendary chaos.

However, there are very few records about chaos in the classics, and Zhang Yunqing can only guess.

And the words coming out of their mouths are also very confusing.

"Who is Zhang Pingzhi? Why do I seem to have heard this name somewhere?" She couldn't help but frown and thought about it carefully.

In the end, I couldn't remember it, so I had to activate another recording stone.

"Buzz!"

The picture begins with the lower body of a man in green clothes, with a green robe hanging down, a token of the Immortal Punishment Department hanging on his waist, and a green bamboo flute pinned on his body.

Zhang Yunqing frowned.

Then the scene changed, and it seemed that the recording stone was being lifted up by someone.

Two corpses appeared in the picture, a man and a woman, both in their thirties.

"Shangyang City, the case of the mortal Zhang Zhun and Ye Shuang, due to rumors, it is suspected that he was killed by the power of a mortal. The Immortal Punishment Department is conducting a special investigation and obtaining the autopsy records."

Zhang Huai and Ye Shuang were the original owner's parents.

A round spiritual weapon appeared on the screen, and a young man dressed in the clothes of Xianxingsi Zouyun was scanning the two corpses on the ground repeatedly.

"There is no spiritual power left from the spiritual cultivators."

"The cause of death is ruled out to be caused by the monks."

"There were no injuries caused by others, and the cause of death was ruled out to be murder by a mortal."

A girl dressed in a cloud-walking outfit appeared in the screen, with complicated marks on her hands, examining the two corpses without missing a single one.

"No trace of the monster remains."

"No demonic aura remains."

"There are no fatal injuries."

The scene was still for a while, leaving only a whisper of doubt, "Weird, the cause of death is questionable."

Afterwards, another spiritual weapon flew out in the picture, spinning above the corpse and taking away two drops of blood.

"No strange poison."

"Huh? There seem to be traces of a blood curse. The curse is so subtle that it's almost impossible to detect. My initial guess is that it's a blood curse. By the time it reaches this lineage, the power of the curse has become very weak."

"The blood curse will inevitably affect a wide range of people, and must be taken seriously."

All the instruments were taken back, and the man holding the recording stone made the final decision, "Xian Xingsi Zhuqing, raise this case to the Heaven level."

With a whoosh, the screen went dark again, but the recording did not end.

A few seconds later, the video came on again. The person in the picture was Zhang Qianlin, with two Zou Yuns from the Xianxing Division standing next to him.

Zhang Qianlin seemed to be in a coma, and the two Zouyun were repeatedly testing him with magical instruments.

Then, Zou Yun said, "This person was hit by an illusion spell, which tampered with his memory. It is impossible to trace what happened before."

Then there are some other exploration records, but there is not much.

As the scene ended, Zhang Yunqing touched his forehead and said, "Not a mortal, not a cultivator, not a demon, not a monster. What exactly is the blood curse?"

"Since the original owner's parents were killed, why is Zhang Qianlin still alive? Instead of using an illusion spell to tamper with his memory, wouldn't it be better to just kill him and get rid of the problem once and for all?"

"Or do those things still need Zhang Qianlin?"

Zhang Yunqing looked up, puzzled.

The situation now is even more confusing. I'm afraid only Zhang Qianlin knows everything.

She couldn't wait to find Zhang Qianlin to find out.

Although the world of immortal cultivation has no way to deal with the magic spell, Zhang Yunqing's Qingxin Jue should be useful.

In addition, she also needs to find out who Zhang Pingzhi is.

She always felt that this name was vaguely familiar, and this feeling made her feel very uncomfortable.

She flipped through the Spiritual Words Array Plate and asked Ke Lanruo, "Senior Sister Lanruo, who is Zhang Pingzhi?"

Ke Lanruo: [I guess it should be someone from your family's ancestor, but Junior Sister Huayue has no impression of this either.]

[This case was previously assigned to Zhu Qing, but it has been suspended since he got into trouble. However, after my master asked about it last time, he arranged for Shao Si to continue investigating. If there is any news, I will definitely let you know.]

Zhang Yunqing: [Thank you, Senior Sister Lanruo!]

Early the next morning.

Zhang Yunqing woke up in his home and clicked [Return to City] on the panel.

The place to return to is naturally the main city of the gang.

A few seconds later, she was teleported to the gang's square.

She put out some meals for the little kids.

Then I thought about buying some rice, flour, grain and oil so that they could cook their own meals.

So, with selfish motives in mind, he rode the turtle to Shangyang City.

As soon as she landed outside the city gate, she heard a surprised voice floating towards her.

"It's the mysterious immortal!" The voice sounded somewhat familiar.

Zhang Yunqing turned around and saw several people dressed in Yanyue Sect uniforms running towards her. The one leading them was obviously the young man named Fang Liang.

Zhang Yunqing had followed them for a while during the previous monster insect disaster, so she couldn't help but laugh, "Long time no see, everyone."

Fang Liang was stunned for a moment, then laughed again, "Murong Yunqing?"

Lin Wanyun also came forward and bowed to her with a smile, "Senior Murong!"

Zhang Yunqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry. These people had previously called her "Junior Sister Yunqing" so affectionately, but now they were calling her "Senior Murong".

Ever since her two younger brothers gained some fame by wearing fox masks, other people naturally regarded this iconic mask as the identity of a mysterious immortal.

Lin Wanyun, Fang Liang and others had previously thought that Zhang Yunqing was a direct disciple of a certain hidden immortal, and that the magic she practiced was different from that of others, so they called her junior sister.

Now, when I thought that the person under the mask was probably several thousand years old immortal, I dared not call her junior sister anymore.

"Why did you come to Shangyang City?" Zhang Yunqing asked.

"We are also going out for training, and our first stop happens to be Shangyang City." Fang Liang said with a smile. "Senior Yun... What is the matter with you coming here, Murong?"

Zhang Yunqing touched his nose and said, "I came here to take a look and buy some food."

"Buying food?" Fang Liang's eyes lit up. "I know a few restaurants in Shangyang City that have some excellent food. I'll take you there!"

"Uh..." Zhang Yunqing thought for a moment, "That's fine."