Traveling through the world of immortal cultivation with the game panel

"Of course." Lan Xiangzi nodded. "My 500th birthday is coming up soon. You must be there then."

"Oh?" Zhang Yunqing was surprised, then laughed, "Okay, I will definitely come when the time comes!"

Lan Xiangzi smiled with satisfaction, "But Junior Sister Yunqing, why are you asking about the thousand-year-old spirit monster?"

"I want to inquire about a mortal who came from Juye City in the northern border a thousand years ago."

"Mortal?" Lan Xiangzi raised his eyebrows. "If you ask about cultivators or spirit monsters, it may be a little difficult, but it's very easy for mortals."

Zhang Yunqing's eyes lit up immediately, "What do you mean?"

Lan Xiangzi pointed to the top of his head and said, "Although our Lingyao City does not refuse mortals to enter the city, the demonic power emitted by the Divine Phoenix barrier on the city is not something that mortals can withstand. Therefore, if any mortals want to enter the city, they must register in front of the city to rent the robes."

"Besides, there are basically no mortals coming to our Lingyao City. We may not encounter one in hundreds of years. It is too easy to find it."

Zhang Yunqing laughed, "Brother Lan, how about you take me to check the records?"

"It's easy, just follow me." Lan Xiangzi waved his hand and took Zhang Yunqing out.

The two men stepped into the attic in front of the city, where a bird was taking a nap.

He immediately perked up when he noticed someone coming in. When he saw it was Lan Xiangzi, he shuddered all over and transformed into a young boy.

"Third Prince!" It bowed.

Lan Xiangzi nodded and said, "Bring me the registration records of mortals over the past thousand years."

"Yes." The bird turned around and made several adjustments in a huge formation in front of it.

Zhang Yunqing noticed that the power used in this formation was spiritual power. As expected, she once again marveled at the power of the demon race. Spiritual power, demon power, and two bodies in one person.

The bird frowned, formed seals with his hands, and the formation plate suddenly began to turn with clanging sounds.

"Buzz!" A row of golden words appeared in front of several people.

Lan Xiangzi flicked through the words with his hand, then looked at Zhang Yunqing, "Here! See if there is the person you are looking for."

Zhang Yunqing nodded and stared at the list in front of him seriously.

Wan Jinfu: Male, from Tianyue City in the southern wilderness, looking for medicine, 1,900 years ago.

Ying Ying: Female, from the southern wilderness city of Polo, looking for someone, one thousand and three years ago.

......

I have been reading until the latest one, but I have not seen Zhang Kaiying's name. There were not many records originally, and there were only three that fit the date of around one thousand years ago, but none of them were related.

"No?" Lan Xiangzi asked.

Zhang Yunqing frowned and shook his head, "I didn't find it."

Lan Xiangzi shrugged, "Maybe the person you are looking for has never been to Lingyao City."

"That's not right." Zhang Yunqing looked at him and asked in confusion, "How do you know whether the information registered by mortals is true or false? Did you really check it?"

Lan Xiangzi was silent for a moment, he lowered his head and thought for a moment, "I haven't bothered to verify it. After all, he is just a mortal, and his name is only used to rent and return robes. It is possible that it is fake."

"The Southern Wilderness is so big, maybe she is not going here."

"Let's go. I'm sorry to bother Senior Brother Lan today."

"You're welcome." Lan Xiangzi smiled indifferently and walked outside. "It's a pity that I couldn't help you."

Zhang Yunqing paused and looked back.

His eyes fell on [Ying Ling], female, one thousand and three years ago.

This is the one that best fits the timeline.

Lan Xiangzi was walking when suddenly he disappeared. Looking back, he saw Zhang Yunqing standing there, looking back at the records that had not been retrieved yet.

"Junior Sister Yunqing, what are you thinking about?"

Zhang Yunqing came back to his senses, turned around and walked towards Lan Xiangzi, "Let's go."

Ying Ying, Zhang Ying, Zhang Kaiying.

Is it a coincidence or Zhang Kaiying’s pseudonym?

"Brother Lan, how many people with the surname Ying are there in the Southern Wilds?"

Lan Xiangzi thought about it carefully, "Most people with the surname Ying live in Hanhaizhou. I haven't heard of them in Nanhuang, but it's not ruled out that some of them migrated from Hanhaizhou."

Zhang Yunqing suddenly laughed, "Ying Ling!"

"Brother Lan, can you help me find out what this mortal named Ying Ling did when he came here?"

Lan Xiangzi stopped and looked at Zhang Yunqing with a puzzled look, "There is no recording stone in our city... Wait!"

He was halfway through his words when he suddenly thought of something, "We actually have a recording stone in our city!"

He seemed even more excited than Zhang Yunqing. "The one called Ying Ling came here one thousand and three years ago, right?"

"Yes." Zhang Yunqing was confused.

"Remember when I told you that your master came to challenge the spirit monster a thousand years ago?"

Zhang Yunqing thought about it, "This... the time is wrong, right? One thousand and three years ago, my master must have been several hundred years old, right?"

"Of course, when Xuan Zhengqing came to challenge the spirit monster, his strength was so shocking that many people recorded it as a souvenir, and it also started a martial arts competition trend that lasted for hundreds of years."

"We demons have always been lazy, but we were stimulated by Xuan Zhengqing. The spirit of hard work has lasted for hundreds of years. Many demons have spontaneously set up recording stones in the city, and the recordings of the competitions are all projected into the talisman domain of the Jingwu Arena."

"Let's take a look at the video footage from 1,030 years ago. Maybe we can find the person you mentioned."

"It's also a way."

When the two were about to enter the city and go to Jingwu Arena, a person suddenly fell from the sky. If it was anyone else, it would be nothing, but the person who came was someone Zhang Yunqing was very familiar with.

Bamboo green.

He landed in front of Lingyao City and looked up for a long time, just like Zhang Yunqing did when he first came here.

When Zhang Yunqing passed by him, he turned around and looked at him.

Zhu Qing happened to turn around and glance at her.

Both of them had complicated looks.

How to say it, Zhang Yunqing's identity at this time was a disciple of the Shenxiao Sect. He had only met Zhu Qing once and had made a small deal with him.

At this time, Zhu Qing was wearing the mask of a mysterious immortal, so 'Zhang Yunqing' should not recognize him.

Of course, Zhu Qing also thinks so.

So the two of them ignored each other.

Lan Xiangzi's eyes lit up, "Mysterious Immortal Lord?"

He tugged at Zhang Yunqing's sleeve, "Let's go! Let's go buy some wine!"

Zhang Yunqing: “…”

"Please stay, Immortal Lord!" Zhu Qing was about to enter the city when he was stopped by Lan Xiangzi. "I have heard of your great name for a long time. Since you have come to our Lingyao City, why don't you come to my house and have a seat so that we can welcome you!"

Zhu Qing was stunned for a moment, and looked at him warily, "Who are you?"

"The third prince of Lingyao City, Lan Xiangzi." He cupped his hands.

Zhu Qing's eyes flashed with shrewdness under the mask, "I came here to do something, and I don't carry too much stuff with me."

"Oh~ That's wrong. It's my honor to be friends with the Immortal Lord. My palace is very quiet and no one will come to disturb me."