<h4>Chapter 273: Calling Upon The Fist God</h4>


    “Junior Brother’s Loneliness spell seems to be getting stronger.”


    On the way, Xiao Yu was a little surprised.


    She could clearly feel that Jiang Lan’s Loneliness spell was extremely formidable.


    Unless one was an immortal, it would be difficult for one to see through them.


    If she wasn’t covered by the spell, she wouldn’t have noticed it either.


    This meant that her Junior Brother was bing more and more solitary. That is if she wasn’t around.


    “It might be because this spell is more suitable for me,” Jiang Lan replied softly.


    They had already arrived outside Kunlun.


    More than fifty years.


    The road outside changed as usual.


    It was very likely that his Senior Brothers and Sisters had fought here again, causing the path here to change.


    Perhaps it would be more surprising if there were no changes when he came out of seclusion.


    “Junior Brother, if we don’t have this.” Xiao Yu waved her right hand and continued.


    “Will Junior Brother be very antisocial?”


    “I think so,” Jiang Lan answered after thinking for a while.


    Without the engagement, Xiao Yu would not look for him.


    Then, he would cultivate smoothly until he surpassed his master and became the strongest in Kunlun before he dared toe out.


    But he did not know how long that would take.


    However, he was definitely working hard to be stronger and didn’t need to worry too much.


    Along the way, his master would be worried that he would go down the wrong path and let him go out more often.


    He would listen.


    At that time, he would be able to maintain his calm, recognize himself, and proceed forward step by step.


    Having Xiao Yu in his life was apletely different experience from not having Xiao Yu. He could not say which was more dangerous, but he could definitely deal with it.


    However, he would definitely not be as calm and rxed as he was now.


    Xiao Yu affected him greatly.


    “Hehe.” Xiao Yu walked briskly and smiled.


    “I think Junior Brother will make people feel that you are an old man who lives in seclusion deep in the mountains.”


    “I am almost four hundred years old and I can’t get younger.” Jiang Lan thought.


    He had already lived four lives, but his first three hundred years were a little pale.


    He had spent it all on cultivation.


    Time would not wait for him.


    When one was weak and poor.


    How would one dare to waste time?


    “Does Senior Sister think you make people feel that you’re a young girling of age?” Jiang Lan asked as he caught up with Xiao Yu.


    They couldn’t stay too far away from each other, or the spell would not cover them both.


    “Definitely not.” Xiao Yu turned around and started to retreat.


    She ced her hands behind her back and looked at Jiang Lan seriously.


    “Perhaps I will be like Junior Brother. I will not smile, not be naive and be cold and distant. It’s because I met such a tolerant and magnanimous Junior Brother. That’s why the current Xiao Yu is standing in front of you today.”


    Xiao Yu faced the sunlight and revealed a brilliant smile.


    Looking at Xiao Yu, Jiang Lan’s heart stirred.


    His gentle voice sounded.


    “Senior Sister’s smile today is extra beautiful.”


    He did not feel that he had done anything much. He was just responding to Xiao Yu’s kindness.


    “Did I look bad yesterday?” Xiao Yu returned to Jiang Lan’s side and asked.


    “I didn’t see Senior Sister yesterday,” Jiang Lan said.


    “That’s true.” Xiaoyu nodded. She did not smile yesterday.


    …


    After a while.


    They arrived at the inn.


    Three hundred years had not brought the slightest change to the inn.


    It was as old and deserted as ever.


    When they entered, there was only a man in white standing at the counter.


    The young man looked serious.


    He was looking down at something.


    It was Ao Man.


    When Jiang Lan and Xiaoyu walked in, they immediately alerted Ao Man.


    “Brother-inw, Sister?” Ao Man was surprised to see Jiang Lan and Xiaoyu.


    Ao Man often ran to the Ninth Summit, which was why he had seen Xiao Yu’s other appearance.


    He was stunned at that time.


    Xiao Yu took some time to exin before he understood and believed that Xiao Yu was the sister he had.


    She even had to use the aura of a true dragon to convince Ao Man.


    At that time, Xiao Yu did not change back to her original appearance.


    Then Ao Man realized that her sister in this appearance was much easier to get along with than the bigger one.


    Xiao Yu would even be shocked when she heard of his story.


    And she had an unusually good rtionship with his brother-inw.


    Thinking about it carefully, their rtionship was the same. It was just that they did not show it earlier.


    “There’s no good wine today. The boss is out.


    He did not tell me when he’ll be back,” reminded Ao Man.


    Under normal circumstances, people woulde here to buy good wine.


    “The boss is out?” Jiang Lan was surprised.


    “To be precise, it’s because of the young phoenix from the Heavenly Feather Phoenix Race. Recently, the young phoenix had gotten closer to the youth, so the youth thought that their rtionship had progressed.


    Within two days, she said that she wanted to go back. Brother-inw knows that the youth is still young. He had no idea that the young phoenix was just using him. Then, the youth begged the boss to make a trip to Mount Wutong. The battle is still ongoing there. It wouldn’t be easy to go there.


    So he didn’t know when they would be back. If they can’te back, this store will be mine. I’ve struck it rich!” The Eighth Prince was equally excited.


    He now also had a foothold in Kunlun.


    He would not be afraid even if he stayed for another thousand years.


    “Mother is here. She might be here to fetch you back,” Xiao Yu suddenly said.


    Jiang Lan didn’t say anything. It didn’t feel right for the innkeeper to go to Wutong Mountain at this time.


    The rtionship between Wutong Mountain and the Heavenly Human Race was also quite weird.


    They had been fighting for hundreds of years, longer than the war between the demons and dragons.


    The demon race had already obtained a fortuitous opportunity and the Deity Position.


    Perhaps the dragons were simr.


    But why hadn’t the Heavenly Feather Phoenix Race and the Heavenly Human Race gotten anything yet?


    Or were they about to get it?


    The more the number of people who obtained a Deity Position, the more dangerous it was for him.


    However, it would also be easier for him to obtain the relevant information.


    “I heard a dragon’s roar just now. So it’s Mother.” The Eighth Prince wiped his cup and didn’t pay much attention.


    “Sis, I think Kunlun is pretty good. I’ve decided to stay for another thousand years. When the timees for the two of you to get married, I won’t have to rush all the way here. I’ll have toe here again when you two have children. Furthermore, you two might not necessarily have only one child…”


    “Stop, stop.” Xiao Yu immediately stopped the Eighth Prince from continuing.


    Junior Sister Siyao said that bearing an offspring was a veryplicated matter.


    She stole a nce at Jiang Lan.


    His face did not have any change in expressions.


    Jiang Lan didn’t feel anything towards the Eighth Prince’s words.


    He had a question.


    Senior Sister Ao was a dragon while he was a human.


    If Senior Sister Ao had a child with him, would it be in a form of a fetus or an egg?


    …


    …


    Western Wastnd.


    On a nameless mountain.


    This ce belonged to the periphery of Kunlun.


    Two figures appeared on the mountain.


    One was a young man with horns, while the other was a middle-aged man with hawkeyes.


    One of them had divine power, while the other had a sharp vision.


    “Is this position enough?” Jiao Qing, who had horns, looked ahead and asked.


    “I’m not sure, but I can try. Maybe I’ll get something.” Zuo Kong, who had a hawkeye, said softly.


    “Be careful. Many demons have died in Kunlun.” There was a hint of fear in Jiao Qing’s eyes.


    Their cultivation was not weak, but neither were they strong.


    Coming here was a huge risk.


    But they had toe.


    They weren’t here to make Kunlun their enemy, nor were they here for the entrance to the Netherworld. They were here for a strange name.


    They weren’t sure what it represented, but it was very important.


    And it was simr to the title of their Demon Emperor.


    “I’ll try first,” Zuo Kong said in a low voice as he looked around warily, trying to summon something.


    “Ancient Imperial Lower Pce, Ba Country Unparalleled Fist God.”