Human Ancestor Hall, the Real and Fake Jianglingzi

"Jianglingzi?"

Wei Tu was slightly startled.

With the Nethergod's soul fragment having warned him in advance, he knew that the real Jianglingzi had ascended to the Spirit Realm nine hundred years ago. There could not possibly be any trace of Jianglingzi in the human realm now.

Then who, exactly, was this "Jianglingzi" appearing through the fragmentary jade?

The other Spirit Transformation Venerables, however, did not possess Wei Tu's channels of information. Upon hearing Golden Silkworm Snow Lady's words, they were immediately overjoyed.

After all, this was a great Spirit Transformation cultivator—their hope of dealing with Ghost Shadow Palace and the Mist Ghost Holy Land.

Moreover, getting acquainted with a senior expert like Jianglingzi would greatly benefit their future paths. And from Golden Silkworm Snow Lady's earlier account, Jianglingzi was not some eccentric person; his conduct was quite righteous...

A moment later, an illusory, translucent figure floated out from the fragmentary jade held by Golden Silkworm Snow Lady.

His temples were faintly frosted, and his frame was lean. He looked no different from an ordinary man, but when he turned to look at Wei Tu and the others, his aura instantly sharpened several degrees, like a blue blade drawn from its sheath, ringing with a clear clang.

"It has been nine hundred years. Nine hundred years since I left the human realm. Other than that young man in green robes, I did not expect the Spirit Transformation cultivators of the Great Flame Cultivation Realm to still be you few..."

Jianglingzi's tone was indifferent. The way he looked at Wei Tu and the others was not as though he were looking at Spirit Transformation Venerables, but at juniors of the cultivation world.

Yet none of the cultivators present dared object.

Especially after those words fell.

They could naturally understand the meaning of