I heard that I became the villain Bai Yueguang after I died

Sang Nian touched his chin:

"His temperament doesn't seem like that of a sect leader."

Shen Mingchao said:

"The Xiao family that founded the Xuanjian Sect was almost wiped out in a battle ten years ago, leaving only him. Since then, he has become the sect leader."

Sang Nian said, "Is that so."

She paused, then suddenly asked without thinking:

"Have I known him before? His figure seems familiar to me."

Shen Mingchao lowered his eyes and looked at the ground:

"You have never had any contact with him."

Sang Nian had no doubts and scratched his hair:

"Okay, I guess I made a mistake. Well, my spiritual sense is not as good as my eyes."

The young woman came over at some point.

"Hello, Wang Haoran." she called.

Sang Nian: “?”

Shen Mingchao: "This is Daoist Fellow Liuliyue, the daughter of the leader of Lingxiao Sect."

Sang Nian nodded to indicate that he understood.

On the opposite side, Liuliyue bowed solemnly:

"Thank you for coming to help Ling Xiao Sect."

Shen Mingchao: "We are in the same boat, no need to thank you."

Liuliyue smiled and turned to look at Sang Nian:

"Little demon, thank you for coming to help Ling Xiao Sect."

Sang Nian waved his hands hurriedly and asked doubtfully:

"But why do you call him Wang Haoran?"

Liuliyue was a little embarrassed:

"When we first met, he used a fake name, and I just called him by it because it was easy to pronounce, and I never changed it."

Hearing this, Sang Nian whispered to Shen Mingchao:

"You actually used a fake name to deceive girls? How can you be like this? You have no morals."

Shen Mingchao seemed to want to say something but stopped himself, looking at her with an indescribable look in his eyes.

"Come on, I'll take you to your place to settle down."

Liuliyue stepped forward to lead the way, looking uneasy:

"For some reason, the demons' attacks suddenly stopped in the past few days. There has been no movement since then. I'm afraid there is a trick."

She specifically reminded:

"There will be a meeting later, so you don't have to come, little monster. But you...Fellow Daoist Shen, you must come."

Shen Mingchao pointed at Sang Nian:

"She was present with me."

Liuliyue was a little surprised, and immediately said:

"This is against the rules."

Sang Nian didn't want to go either, with a face full of resistance:

"I want to go around by myself. Meetings are too boring."

Hearing her say this, Shen Mingchao did not force her, but said "OK" and said to Liuliyue:

"I will be there on time."

After settling them down, Liuliyue hurried away, ready to welcome the next sect to come for support.

Sang Nian asked curiously:

"Someone is coming to support us, but the demons won't care? The immortal boat is so conspicuous, we can take it down in one go, right?"

Shen Mingchao explained:

"The leader of Lingxiao Sect is in the air, the demons cannot attack the immortal boat."

Sang Nian: "No wonder."

Not long after, disciples from Lingxiao Sect came to invite Shen Mingchao to the meeting room.

Shen Mingchao handed the badge to Sang Nian:

"I'll be back later, you can go and relax, but don't go too far."

Sang Nian nodded rapidly:

"I know."

He strode away with the disciple.

Sang Nian stayed in the room for a while, studied the coral ornaments on the table, and then pushed the door open and went out, thinking about collecting herbs for his senior brother.

At the door, a disciple of Lingxiao Sect happened to pass by.

She grabbed him and asked:

"Do you know where I can find some spiritual plants to use as medicine?"

The young disciple shook his head:

"Spiritual plants? Almost all of Penglai's spiritual plants and fairy grass grow in the East Peninsula, but that place has been occupied by the demons."

Sang Nian's face was full of disappointment.

The young disciple changed the subject and said:

"However, there are some growing in the back mountain of Lingxiao Sect. You can pick them if you need them, but most people can't go there."

Sang Nian: "Why? Is that mountain very steep?"

The young disciple shook his head:

"There is dragon energy left by an evil dragon there, it is extremely fierce."

Sang Nian became interested:

"Evil dragon? There are still dragons in this world?"

The young disciple said:

"This is a legend from Penglai. According to the legend, there was a dragon that ate people. It was suppressed by a passing god under Penglai Island. It could not return in the morning and could not hide at night."

Sang Nian said:

"Isn't there dragon energy in your back mountain? This might be true."

The young disciple said seriously:

"My senior brothers and sisters have already visited the bottom of the sea and found no trace of any evil dragon."

"I think if there is any, it must have been lost to time."

Sang Nian said with great interest:

"How do you explain the dragon energy?"

Young disciple: "As for the dragon energy - maybe it's just the remnants from when it was suppressed back then."

Sang Nian smiled and said:

"It sounds interesting, but there's really no way to prove it's true or not."

The young disciple said:

"So, it was listed as one of the two major legends of Penglai and passed down from mouth to mouth."

There is still one?

Sang Nian resisted the urge to eat melon seeds:

"What's the other legend?"

The young disciple said, "Undersea whirlpool."

Sang Nian: "Whirlpool?"

The young disciple said:

"In rare cases, a huge whirlpool will appear on the seabed around Penglai. Once a person is sucked in, they will disappear without a trace."

Sang Nian: "And then what?"

"It is said that the vortex connects to another world—"

"Return to the ruins."

Sang Nian was confused and felt:

"Can we reach Guixu by passing through the whirlpool?"

The young disciple said honestly:

"So far, no one has come back alive to confirm this. We don't know if it's true, and we don't dare to try."

Sang Nian was thoughtful:

"That's it."

After saying goodbye to the little disciple, Sang Nian made a small backpack out of vines and prepared to go to the back mountain to take a look.

If she really can't get up there by then, she will wait until she's done defeating the demons before going to the East Peninsula to collect them.

Anyway, there are always more solutions than problems.

Along the way, seeing that Sang Nian had Shen Mingchao's badge hanging around her waist, no one dared to stop her. They all looked at her secretly out of curiosity.

Half an incense stick later, Sang Nian successfully arrived at the back mountain.

The mountain is not very steep, and its outline is high and rounded, much like a big fat steamed bun that has been magnified countless times.

Sang Nian stood at the foot of the mountain carrying a small backpack.

She couldn't see what was on the mountain, but she did sense an inexplicable aura and couldn't help feeling scared.

"There really aren't any dragons, are there?"

She muttered something and took a tentative step forward.

The invisible barrier trembled.

A salty sea breeze suddenly blew, as sharp as a steel needle.

Her exposed skin was instantly covered with several narrow cuts and bloodstains.

“Is this the dragon energy?”

It’s really amazing.

Sang Nian frowned in pain and blew on the wound. Not giving up, he stretched another vine in to continue testing.

The vines were unharmed.

It seems that the attack is only triggered on living things.

She immediately had an idea, formed seals with her hands, and mobilized her demonic power.

A light green light lit up, and vines quickly shuttled around her. Finally, an airtight cocoon slowly took shape.

With a "whoosh" sound, the rattan cocoon rolled forward.

Dragon Qi: “?”

It circled around the vine cocoon, trying to figure out what this unknown creature was.

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Nothing unusual was found and the dragon energy dissipated in disappointment.

With another "whoosh" sound, the cocoon rolled up the mountain like an arrow, and the vines almost sparked.

After ensuring it was safe, the vines slowly dispersed.

Sang Nian crawled out, casually gathered his hair that was as messy as a bird's nest, and carefully observed his surroundings with his spiritual sense.

The mountains were filled with mist, the sand on the ground was whiter than elsewhere, and all kinds of spiritual plants grew lushly.

Each one of them is a rare treasure in the world.

Sang Nian understood.

The feng shui of this place is excellent, and it is nourished by dragon energy. No wonder so many spiritual plants and herbs can grow here.

If you were buried here after you die, I guess there would be smoke coming out of the ancestral grave every day, and all your descendants would be outstanding people.

Sang Nian felt itchy and couldn't bear it.

Want to bury.

But the land belongs to someone else, so it’s inappropriate for her to be buried here.

Sang Nian felt quite regretful and gave up the idea. He put on his small backpack and walked into the depths of the dense forest, intending to collect as many things as possible.

Suddenly, the external spiritual consciousness trembled, as if it had come into contact with something extraordinary.

Sang Nian: “?”

She approached carefully, trying to figure out what it was.

There is an ancient well in the forest.

There is deep moss around the well.

The young man stood in silence.

He lowered his head and stared into the well for a long time, motionless, like a quiet stone statue.

A heavy sadness slowly spread around him, almost solidifying into substance.

Sang Nian couldn't see his appearance or expression clearly, but her heart tightened for no reason.

Who is this guy?