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Chapter 475: 440 Time Cuts like a Knife

As He Song maneuvered the White Jade Boat from afar, arriving at the Flying Cloud Immortal Mansion, the Mansion, originally bustling with people coming and going, suddenly became lively.

Although the Flying Cloud Immortal Mansion relied on the Flying Light Body Skill to gain a bit of fame in the surrounding area, and had more cultivators than ordinary Immortal Pavilions, this place was still just a small Immortal Pavilion after all.

When a Foundation Establishment Master suddenly arrived here on a flying boat one day, it naturally caused a great shock to most of the cultivators in the Immortal Pavilion.

After all, although there were many Qi Refining cultivators in the Immortal Pavilion, Foundation Establishment Masters were rarely seen.

The Master Guardian of the Flying Cloud Immortal Mansion, like the guardian masters of other Immortal Pavilions, hardly ever showed his face in the pavilion, and only cultivated in peace in his mansion.

Foundation Establishment Masters from the outside world usually wouldn’t enter such a small Immortal Pavilion either.

As a result, even if they didn’t see a Foundation Establishment Master for many years, the cultivators in the Immortal Pavilion wouldn’t be at all surprised.

Naturally, when they saw He Song maneuvering the flying boat and arriving at this place, the cultivators within the Flying Cloud Immortal Mansion erupted in noisy commotion.

He Song didn’t pay attention to the passionate gazes of the countless cultivators below in the Flying Cloud Immortal Mansion.

He Song’s eyes swept over the Flying Cloud Immortal Mansion below, and then he maneuvered the White Jade Boat to land outside the Immortal Pavilion.

By the time all the people of the Lin family had disembarked from the White Jade Boat and He Song had put it away, a voice sounded timely in He Song’s ear.

“This humble one is Xuan Ying, the local guardian. I’m here to meet this fellow daoist.”

“I don’t know why the fellow daoist came from afar, do you want to spend your twilight years in this Flying Cloud Immortal Mansion? Or…”

As his eyes glanced over He Song and the hundred-plus members of the Lin family behind him, the words of Master Xuan Ying seemed somewhat interrogative, but in his heart, he had already affirmed his own thoughts.

If they didn’t want to spend their twilight years in the Flying Cloud Immortal Mansion, why would they bring their families and clansmen to this place?

If they didn’t want to spend their twilight years in the Flying Cloud Immortal Mansion, why would they arrive pompously by flying boat?

If they didn’t want to spend their twilight years in the Flying Cloud Immortal Mansion, how could they let these mortals down here?

If…

In short, seeing He Song’s actions, a thought flashed across Master Xuan Ying’s mind.

The Foundation Establishment Master in front of him should be an aged cultivator with limited lifespan who wanted to establish a Foundation Establishment Clan in this place.

As for He Song’s appearance like a young man, it was directly overlooked by him.

For cultivators, having an unchanging appearance for many years is quite normal.

It’s not just the appearance of a young man, even the appearance of a teenager is possible.

Therefore, the surface appearance has little reference value for the age of a cultivator.

And precisely because of this, Master Xuan Ying was convinced of He Song’s purpose here.

Moreover, as the Master Guardian of this place, when an aged Foundation Establishment Master wanted to establish a family in the Immortal Mansion under his guardianship, Master Xuan Ying naturally needed to get in touch with him.

That was the reason why Master Xuan Ying had come here quickly after He Song had set foot in the Flying Cloud Immortal Mansion and struck up a conversation with him.

Facing He Song, a Foundation Establishment Master who had limited lifespan and whose cultivation should be at least Late Foundation Establishment Stage, or even Foundation Establishment Great Perfection, there was probably no one else in the Flying Cloud Immortal Mansion who could approach him for a conversation.

“This humble one is Fei Yu, and I’ve heard of Master Xuan Ying.”

“Master Xuan Ying has worried too much. This time, I am not here to spend my twilight years in peace. Instead, I am here at the invitation of a young friend to bring these old friends to this place, waiting for resettlement.”

“As soon as I finish this task, I will leave immediately and will not stay here for long. I hope Master Xuan Ying will make it convenient for me.”

Bowing his hands to Master Xuan Ying in front of him, He Song didn’t underestimate him because of his cultivation base, but directly explained his purpose.

Being able to guard an Immortal Pavilion meant that Master Xuan Ying must have a backer behind him.

No matter how big or small this backer was.

Whether it was a Nascent Soul Upper Sect.

Or a Golden Elixir Sect.

He Song didn’t want to provoke them too much.

Since He Song’s purpose here was not as Master Xuan Ying had guessed, it was better to tell him.

As long as He Song didn’t intend to stay in the Flying Cloud Immortal Mansion for long, Master Xuan Ying wouldn’t have too many thoughts about He Song’s arrival.

Naturally, their interactions wouldn’t be too much either.

Under such circumstances.

He Song thought that after knowing his real purpose, Master Xuan Ying would soon find an excuse to leave.

And in fact.

It was just as he had guessed.

Upon hearing He Song’s words and learning that his visit wasn’t about settling down here, Master Xuan Ying’s face immediately flashed a hint of embarrassment.

After that, he quickly bowed his hands to apologize to He Song.

“So that’s how it is. It seems that I have misunderstood Master Fei Yu. Please don’t blame me.”

“I need to guard the Immortal Mansion, so I won’t disturb you any longer.”

“Farewell.”

Master Xuan Ying left.

He left in a hurry.

He Song didn’t pay much attention to it, and instead, he looked at the entrance of the Flying Cloud Immortal Mansion.

There.

Two girls stood side by side, saluting He Song from a distance.

Only when He Song looked at them and waved them over did they carefully come forward.

“Qian’er pays respects to Sir.”

“An Ning pays respects to Sir.”

With the two greetings, He Song nodded slightly, and his eyes lingered on the two for a moment.