107: Dead...dead?

"Rumble—"

Accompanied by a massive roar, the spirit boat of the Hehuan Sect, guided by the Elder from Yaochi Holy Land in charge of reception, slowly descended into the center of the welcome plaza.

As the spirit boat landed, it drew the gazes of countless Cultivators in the plaza.

After all, as one of the main protagonists of this grand event, coupled with their notoriously eccentric style, it was difficult for them not to attract attention.

The cabin door opened, and the Disciples of the Hehuan Sect, led by several Elders, filed out one after another.

Walking at the very front were naturally the leaders of this trip—the Hehuan Sect Holy Maiden Chu Qianqian, and that Saint Son of Taichu, Lu Yi, who had been invited as a "powerful external aid."

One was bewitchingly charming, with every smile and frown full of allure; the other was dressed in white as pure as snow, with an extraordinary bearing, like an immortal descended to the mortal world.

Standing together, they had an indescribable sense of harmony, instantly becoming the focus of the entire venue.

And at the back of the crowd, the Reincarnator Yun Mu, who was disguised as the female Disciple "Mu Yun," had eyes widened like copper bells.

He scanned the Hehuan Sect team slowly walking down, back and forth, a full three times.

However, as the last Hehuan Sect Disciple walked out of the spirit boat, the look of anticipation on Yun Mu's face gradually froze.

Replacing it was deep astonishment and confusion.

"No one? How could there be no one?"

He scanned again, unwilling to give up, but the result was still nothing.

That familiar figure—Wu Yang, was actually not in the team!

A huge wave of doubt instantly surged in Yun Mu's heart.

"What is going on? This plot is not right!"

"According to the trajectory of my past life, Wu Yang clearly came along at this exact time!"

"Could it be..."

He frowned deeply, speculating inwardly:

"Is it because my Rebirth caused some details to deviate?"

"That shouldn't be... This is one of the most important turning points in his life, the starting point for him to make a name for himself!"

Just as he was utterly baffled, and even began to doubt whether his memory had deviated.

His gaze suddenly froze as it swept past behind Lu Yi.

He did not see his beloved good brother, Wu Yang.

However, he saw Wu Yang's Revered Master—the Xuanwu Kingdom State Preceptor, Leng Ningshuang!

"The State Preceptor is here... Then why didn't Wu Yang come?"

The doubt in Yun Mu's heart grew even stronger, and at the same time, he noticed Lu Yi.

"And... who is this man?!"

Alarm bells rang loudly in Yun Mu's heart.

In his memories of the past life, he had never heard of such a person by Leng Ningshuang's side!

Could Wu Yang's absence be related to this man?

Out of the caution of a Reincarnator, and an instinctive exploration of unknown variables.

Yun Mu subconsciously narrowed his eyes, quietly operating a profound exploration secret technique he had practiced in his past life.

However, at the very moment his gaze touched Lu Yi's body.

Lu Yi, who had been smiling and exchanging pleasantries with the Yaochi Elder, seemed to sense something.

Without any warning, he suddenly turned his head, his gaze looking directly at Yun Mu, who was standing in the corner!

Their gazes collided in the air without any pretense.

In that instant, Yun Mu felt his scalp tingle!

Lu Yi's eyes were as deep as an abyss, and the corners of his mouth held a hint of a cryptic smile.

That look contained a mockery that seemed able to see through all disguises, and even more, a sense of... condescending superiority.

It was as if, in front of him, he was just a naked clown with no secrets whatsoever.

What made Yun Mu feel most palpitating was...

Deep within his Soul, a sense of threat, strong to the extreme, suddenly arose!

"This person... is dangerous!"

Yun Mu's heart skipped a beat. Under this strong pressure, he subconsciously avoided Lu Yi's gaze, lowered his head, and no longer met his eyes.

His back was already drenched in cold sweat.

In the distance, Lu Yi looked at the female Disciple who had shrunk back like a frightened quail, and withdrew his gaze.

The smile at the corners of his mouth became increasingly playful.

"Heh, found you."

He chuckled inwardly.

That sneaky female Disciple hiding behind the crowd, although disguised very well.

Moreover, that Divine Sense that was spying just now definitely came from her.

No doubt about it, it must be that Reincarnator.

At this time, the high-level officials of the two sects had already begun routine pleasantries and exchanges, and the scene became somewhat noisy.

As the Saint Son of Taichu, Lu Yi had a noble status and naturally became the focus of attention for the Elders and female Disciples of Yaochi, quickly becoming surrounded in the middle.

Leng Ningshuang, however, did not seem to want to participate in such social interactions, or perhaps it was to avoid suspicion.

She did not follow by Lu Yi's side, but rather stood alone, cold and detached, under an ancient tree at the edge of the plaza.

Yun Mu, hiding in the crowd, calmed his frightened mood, and just happened to see this "lone" scene.

His eyes lit up instantly.

"A chance!"

He thought to himself.

Since he couldn't find Wu Yang, he would just start from his Revered Master!

As long as he could strike up a conversation with Leng Ningshuang, get Wu Yang's whereabouts, or use Wu Yang's name to close the distance.

Once Wu Yang came later, wouldn't his identity as the "big brother" be solidified?

Thinking of this, Yun Mu adjusted his clothes and took a deep breath.

He once again put on that obedient, sensible, and harmless female Disciple face.

Then, while no one was paying attention, he quietly slipped out of the crowd and approached Leng Ningshuang.

"Disciple Mu Yun, greetings, Senior."

Leng Ningshuang had originally been watching Lu Yi, who was surrounded by the crowd, feeling somewhat sour and displeased.

Hearing someone strike up a conversation, she turned her head.

Although she didn't recognize the other party, out of politeness, she nodded faintly, her tone distant:

"You are a Disciple of Yaochi? What is your business with me?"

Seeing that Leng Ningshuang responded, Yun Mu was delighted.

It's working!

He hurriedly raised his head, revealing what he considered his most sincere and friendly smile, and began to build a connection:

"Reporting to Senior, when this Junior was traveling outside, I was fortunate enough to have met your Disciple, Brother Wu Yang, a few times."

While observing Leng Ningshuang's expression, he fabricated:

"Brother Wu Yang and I hit it off immediately; we were like-minded and quite close, and we even explored together."

"Brother Wu Yang often mentioned you, Senior, saying that you have treated him with great kindness."

The groundwork was laid, so Yun Mu changed the subject and asked the question he cared about most:

"Seeing you here today, Senior, this Junior is delighted and wanted to find Brother Wu Yang to catch up."

"However, I did not see Brother Wu Yang in the team. I wonder... why did he not come with you, Senior?"

Yun Mu had thought that by mentioning Wu Yang, her beloved Disciple, he would surely be able to draw closer to Leng Ningshuang, and perhaps even gain her appreciation.

However, he never expected that.

The moment the two words "Wu Yang" left his mouth.

The previously peaceful air around them instantly dropped to freezing point!

Leng Ningshuang narrowed her eyes and re-examined the female Disciple in front of her who claimed to have "quite a close friendship" with Wu Yang.

The coldness in her eyes intensified.

She sneered inwardly:

"Birds of a feather flock together."

"Someone who can hit it off and be close friends with that rebellious, unfilial Rebellious Disciple... is probably not a good thing either!"

She turned her head away in disgust, not looking at Yun Mu again, and just coldly said:

"He is dead!"

"Boom!"

These three simple words were, for Yun Mu, no less than a bolt from the blue!

His mind went completely blank, as if he had lost the ability to think.

Dead... Dead?