I Have Countless Past-life Identities

Chapter 328 - 145: Jixia Breaks the Primordial Pill, Ascends Yunluan—Xiuxiu, Let Me Tell You the Truth from Decades Ago!

I Have Countless Past-life Identities

Chapter 328 - 145: Jixia Breaks the Primordial Pill, Ascends Yunluan—Xiuxiu, Let Me Tell You the Truth from Decades Ago!

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Chapter 328: Chapter 145: Jixia Breaks the Primordial Pill, Ascends Yunluan—Xiuxiu, Let Me Tell You the Truth from Decades Ago!

"Song Chai Xin"... was devoured?

The Profound Robe young man in front of Jixia, even though he had activated his Primordial True Qi, couldn’t exert any power, and was swallowed alive when Jixia opened his mouth and absorbed the Primordial Pill.

In the eyes of those who descended from Yunluan Mountain,

it was absolutely terrifying and shocking, and they couldn’t comprehend the current situation!

Just now...

What did this person named Jixia say?

"He called Master and Senior Sister, and then said..."

Recalling those ancient bones turned into ashes, Pei Lvye, the junior disciple of Ruan Xiuxiu, narrowed his eyes and grabbed his sleeve, suddenly turning back!

At this moment,

Ruan Xiuxiu’s expression changed, her voice abruptly stopped, and her head buzzed uncontrollably.

Her slender jade fingers raised.

In front of her, there seemed to be a reflection.

The past scenes vividly appeared, overlapping with Jixia’s figure.

Ruan Xiuxiu looked at the pile of pitch-black Nirvana Bones turned into "Nirvana Ashes".

She then watched Jixia, who had swallowed the Primordial Pill, his body dazzlingly golden, with his Divine Thought surging like the rising sun, sitting cross-legged.

Watching him being protected by Song Brahman Mirror, embraced by Xie Clan Members, and led by Chen Zhao, surrounded by the entire Guardian Mansion as if he were the center of attention...

Then recalling Chen Zhao’s ghostly expression upon seeing "Song Chai Xin" emerge from the Profound Black Ancient Coffin in Black Mountain.

The scales in her heart began to tremor, triggered by her heartstrings.

When the feelings of long-lost reunion and fear of loss were shattered by reality, reason gradually returned...

Ruan Xiuxiu started growing suspicious of "Song Chai Xin"’s strange behaviors, lacking Divine Thought and only having memory and skills...

"Is he... false?" Pointing at the pile of bones, Ruan Xiuxiu looked at Jixia, her voice fluctuating, seemingly yet to recover from this massive change.

Jixia opened his eyes in the short interval, looking at Ruan Xiuxiu in her charming, stunning yellow attire, nodding:

"Correct."

"These are the remains and bones I left in Black Mountain decades ago."

Wow!

With this, not only did Ruan Xiuxiu’s pupils tremble, but her fingertips pinching her sleeve left red marks on her skin.

The Yunluan Mountain disciples behind her, the Yunluan Daoist School disciples facing the changing situation, were even more shocked!

At the same time.

With Jixia’s sudden, reckless revelation of his identity.

The entire Guardian Mansion was enclosed layer by layer.

Officials, guards, armored martial soldiers, surrounded the area.

They were all martial artists, sharp-eared and sharp-eyed.

Even though the hall’s changes had smoke and dust all over, with Fourth Step Experts battling, they could only watch from afar, unable to intervene or help.

But this doesn’t mean...

They were unaware of what happened today!

When Jixia’s words fell.

Instantly, it caused a huge uproar within the Guardian Mansion.

As whispers arose:

"Just now... what did Chen Guardian’s protégé, the hunter named ’Jixia’, say?"

"He said he is Song Chai Xin?!"

"But... three days ago when the Profound Black youth from Black Mountain returned, the same situation as those old Primordial Pill and Elder Grandmasters who returned to their traditions after decades..."

"Isn’t saying it is the forbidden of that year appropriate?"

"I don’t know, I don’t know, can’t guess! But..."

Someone murmured, pondering the traces over this period, suddenly slapped their thigh, looked from the courtyard outside, carefully watching Chen Zhao inside the hall:

"The Lord Guardian was the one who experienced those decades of storms and rain. His respectful attitude towards this rising junior is unreasonable, besides... have you forgotten?"

"Previously the eldest son Chen Gong, and the legitimate daughter of three generations Chen Qingping! They’re Elder Chen’s own flesh, nurtured for decades, clearly meant as successors."

"Even if they caused trouble, upset the wrong person, acted domineering, should their lives then be endangered?"

"A tiger, ferocious as it might be, doesn’t eat its cubs. Elder Chen’s usual character is well-known, yet this time, he was decisive, cleaning house, hesitating not a bit..."

"There must be a reason!"

"Since Song Chai Xin emerged from Black Mountain, haven’t everyone’s already seen Elder Chen’s stance these three days: retaining restraint but drawing a clear line, showing only superficial respect, clearly, Elder Chen doesn’t acknowledge or submit."

"But if Jixia is indeed the true Song Chai Xin, then everything would make sense."

"So if one is to separate ’truth’ from ’falsehood’..."

"As the one who once served under that person, Elder Chen would surely be clear, wouldn’t he?" A junior clerk in charge of the Guardian Mansion records, aware of some secrets, sensed something was amiss early on, hence joined the whispers.

As these words intermittently reached the ears of True Masters and Primordial Pill Masters in the hall.

With a cane, Chen Zhao’s eyes widened, his beard and hair blown by his coarse breath:

"Mr. Ji, this...!"

Rumors, when repeated can become perceived truths, are always the most harmful!

Especially since the hall was filled with "gossip," with the seemingly "Song Chai Xin" Jixia, Demon Monarch Song Brahman Mirror from Great Snow Mountain, cross-prefectures Sword Master Ruan Xiuxiu...

Usually, rooted in Black Mountain City, ordinary junior clerks and martial artists, even Innate-level local powers rarely venture to Wutong Prefecture, seen only a few times?

Curiosity is a human instinct.

Yet often the storm begins with ’one passes to ten, ten passes to a hundred,’ leading to uproar!

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