Yun Family Head, Yun Zhiwei

Gu Yang raised his eyebrows slightly.

Guarding and stealing, trading living people for spiritual power.

This Matriarch Yun really played the dark rules of the cultivation world clearly.

He continued to read.

[Green Intelligence: In the Heaven No. 1 Elegant Pavilion of the Heavenly Fragrance Treasure Pavilion in the Holy Heaven City, there is an ancient fierce array, the 'Withered Wood Devouring Spirit Absolute Kill Array'. This array is controlled by Yun Zhiwei. She often invites friends under the name of tasting tea, and then secretly activates the array to trap and harm them.

This array is extremely hidden, usually disguised as a defensive array for calming the mind and gathering spirits. The real array eye is not arranged in the four corners, but cunningly hidden in the ashes of the burning 'Thousand-Year Sinking Water Purple Gold Incense Burner' in the center of the elegant pavilion.

When she has killing intent, the moment the grand array turns from life to death, the gate of life will be exposed in the void three inches to the left of this incense burner for a short half-breath time. If one can accurately grasp the timing and use the strongest strange fire to penetrate the life gate node, the grand array will instantly collapse. It will also trigger the reverse flow of wood-attribute evil qi, causing a backlash on the blood and qi of the array setter. [Click to view coordinates]]

[Green Intelligence: Yun Family's Matriarch Yun Zhiwei's Golden Core stage cultivation is actually false, it is a wood-attribute pseudo-core.

Its secret lies in the fact that she forcibly implanted a residual whisker of an 'Ancient Demonic Vine' into the 'Mingmen Acupoint' of her third spinal joint to replace her Dao Foundation.

The Demonic Vine is extremely sinister and poisonous by nature, and is extremely afraid of the most yang and masculine things in the world. When the host suffers a backlash from the array and her blood and qi are disordered, if a cultivator uses Heaven and Earth Yang Fire to remotely lock onto and roast her Mingmen Acupoint.

Out of the instinct to avoid danger, the Demonic Vine will crazily extract the host's origin in reverse to cocoon itself for self-protection. This action will instantly detonate the wood-attribute pseudo-core in her body, causing Yun Zhiwei's spiritual power to run wild, and in serious cases, she will be reduced to a cripple.]

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Wood-attribute pseudo-core.

Afraid of Extreme Yang Fire.

This is simply taking the initiative to wash her neck clean and crash into his Great Sun True Fire.

Arrays, life gates, unspeakable secrets.

This high and mighty Matriarch Yun, in his eyes, was already a marionette who had been completely stripped of her trump cards, not even leaving her underwear.

Gu Yang put away the system panel.

He turned his head, his gaze falling on Zhao Yuelian, who was sitting quietly by the dilapidated round table not far away.

"The Yun Family. Yun Zhiwei." Gu Yang's voice had no fluctuations, "Do you know her?"

Zhao Yuelian's delicate body trembled slightly.

The gray, inferior magic robe on her body was stretched tight by her breathtakingly plump figure.

Hearing Gu Yang's question, this once high and mighty Fairy Lingshuang did not hesitate at all.

"Answering the Young Master, I know her."

She slightly lowered her autumn water-like bright eyes, her tone revealing a trace of undisguised submissiveness.

"Yun Zhiwei can be considered a... old friend I made when I was traveling outside in my early years. She is very slick and has quite some means in this Holy Heaven City."

"Contact her." Gu Yang stood up and casually brushed his clothes, "Within half an hour, I want to see her."

Zhao Yuelian didn't ask why.

She didn't even show a trace of superfluous doubt.

"Yes."

She took out a sound transmission talisman from her storage bag, and spiritual power slightly spat out from her fingertips.

Her movements were extremely neat.

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Heavenly Fragrance Treasure Pavilion.

The top gold-squandering establishment in the central district of Holy Heaven City.

Inside the Heaven No. 1 Elegant Pavilion, the spiritual energy was so rich that it almost turned into substantial water drops.

In the center of the elegant pavilion, a simple and unsophisticated Thousand-Year Sinking Water Purple Gold Incense Burner was spitting out curling purple smoke.

Precious monster beast furs covered the ground, and stepping on them was silent.

Yun Zhiwei sat upright in the main seat.

She was wearing a water-blue flowing cloud silk dress, the hem of the dress spreading out like water waves.

Her jet-black long hair was casually tied up with a jade hairpin, revealing a section of fragile, slender, white neck.

On that gentle and dignified face hung a shallow smile that made people feel like a spring breeze.

Time seemed to be exceptionally tolerant to this female cultivator, only leaving the astonishing charm unique to a mature young married woman at the corners of her eyes.

"Creak—"

The carved wooden door of the elegant pavilion was pushed open.

Yun Zhiwei put down the warm suet jade tea cup in her hand and smiled as she raised her head.

"Sister Yuelian, we haven't seen each other for many years, little sister misses you to death..."

As soon as her voice fell, the gentle smile stiffened on her face.

The one who walked in was indeed the Fairy Lingshuang, Zhao Yuelian, who was famous in the Eastern Region.

Even wearing a coarse gray robe couldn't cover up that coldness and extreme plumpness.

But what astonished Yun Zhiwei was.

Zhao Yuelian did not walk at the very front.

She fell half a step behind.

The one walking at the very front was a cold-faced young man wearing the same gray robe.

And beside the man followed a charming to the bone, yet rebellious-eyed red-dressed girl.

An early Foundation Establishment male cultivator?

A trace of imperceptible coldness and doubt flashed across the bottom of Yun Zhiwei's eyes.

The dignified great circle of Core Formation Fairy Lingshuang, the Supreme Elder of the Joyous Union Sect.

Was actually like a humble sword attendant, falling behind a Foundation Establishment youth?

Moreover, in Zhao Yuelian's slightly lowered eyes, there was simply none of the past coldness that kept people a thousand miles away.

Instead, it revealed a kind of... submissiveness.

This bizarre contrast instinctively raised a trace of vigilance in Yun Zhiwei's heart.

"This is?" Yun Zhiwei stood up without batting an eyelid and gracefully went up to meet them.

"Young Master Gu."

Zhao Yuelian had no superfluous nonsense.

She walked up to the precious red sandalwood large chair in the elegant pavilion and extremely naturally wiped the seat surface with her cuff.

Then, she stepped aside.

Gu Yang was not polite and sat down boldly.

Su Wanyin extremely skillfully walked behind Gu Yang, stretched out her soft and boneless hands, and kneaded his shoulders with moderate strength.

The entire elegant pavilion fell into an extremely bizarre quiet.

Yun Zhiwei's gaze flowed over the three of them.

The smile on her face remained unchanged, but her slender fingers hidden under the wide water-blue sleeves had quietly pinched a hand seal.

"So it's Young Master Gu."

Yun Zhiwei sat back down in front of the tea table, holding the pot with her plain hand, and boiling spiritual spring water rushed into the purple clay pot.

Water vapor rose, blurring her gentle and hypocritical face.

"I wonder what Sister Yuelian's distinguished arrival today, bringing this... distinguished guest, has to teach me?"

Zhao Yuelian glanced at Gu Yang.

Seeing that Gu Yang had no intention of speaking, she turned her head, her voice returning to the coldness it had in front of outsiders.

"Sister Yun, honest people don't speak in riddles. I came today to ask for something from you."

"Oh?" Yun Zhiwei handed over a cup of tea, the water-blue silk cuff slipping down, revealing a section of wrist as white as cold jade, "Sister, there is no harm in speaking."

"The array map of the Holy Heaven City underground palace."

Zhao Yuelian stared into Yun Zhiwei's eyes, "Name a price."

As soon as this was said.

The temperature in the elegant pavilion seemed to drop to the freezing point in an instant.

Yun Zhiwei's hand holding the tea paused in mid-air.

In those eyes like spring water, a flash of senran killing intent passed extremely quickly.

Underground palace?

How could they know about the underground palace? And how did they know the array map was in the Yun Family's hands?

Yun Zhiwei slowly put down the tea cup, the porcelain and the wooden table colliding, emitting an extremely muffled light sound.

"Sister really knows how to joke."