The protagonist of this crossover film and television series is disrupting the plot again.

Chapter 407 The Young Singer's Journey 76

Lei Wujie looked around, his gaze lingering briefly on Zhao Yuzhen and Luo Qingyang, a look of joy appearing in his eyes: "With Dao Sword Immortal and Lone Sword Immortal here, what do we have to fear?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's spirits lifted.

Yes!

Even though Li Hanyi's internal strength had not yet recovered, she was protected by two peerless sword immortals, Zhao Yuzhen and Luo Qingyang.

The world is so vast, where can't they go? Where can't they venture?

Amidst the cheers and jubilation, Luo Qingyang snorted coldly and turned to leave without hesitation.

What kind of relationship do they have?

You actually want such a huge favor from him?

In fact, he shouldn't have cared about Xiao Se's life or death that day. After all, he wasn't the one who killed Xiao Se. Could Xiao Yu really pin the blame on him?

Now it's all good!

Not only did it waste so many days, but it also squandered so much internal energy, and in the end, Xiao Se might not even survive.

Now these people actually dare to ask him to escort Xiao Se back to Tianqi City, which is simply wishful thinking.

A bunch of lunatics!

Lei Wujie, with his sharp eyes, immediately noticed Luo Qingyang's actions and quickly asked, "Senior Luo, where are you going?"

Luo Qingyang ignored him completely, and walked a few steps to the door.

Just as he opened the door, the Confucian Sword Immortal Xie Xuan opened it first. Upon seeing him, he exclaimed in surprise, "Eh? Lone Sword Immortal? So you really are here?"

Xie Xuan rushed over after hearing that Lei Men had almost been attacked by Tang Men and that everyone was seriously injured, hoping to be of some help.

Unexpectedly, they bumped into Luo Qingyang, who was about to leave.

With Xie Xuan's interruption, Lei Wujie caught up as well: "Senior Luo, where are you going? Are you tired?"

Luo Qingyang coldly uttered a single word: "Go."

"Ah! You're leaving?" Lei Wujie exclaimed in surprise, "But Xiao Se isn't well yet!"

Luo Qingyang said coldly, "He asked me to save Xiao Se's life, and I have done my best. As for what you said about returning to Tianqi City to find the Imperial Advisor..."

He paused, then pointed at Ye Ruoyi: "People in the martial arts world call him an old immortal, but does that mean he really is an immortal? If he's really that powerful, how come he can't even solve this little girl's problem? When Xiao Se returned to Tianqi City, Qi Tianchen could at most extend his life by a few days."

Looking at Xiao Se on his sickbed, Lei Wujie felt a mix of emotions. He forced himself to say, "How do we know it won't work if we haven't even tried? What if the Imperial Preceptor is incredibly powerful and can cure Xiao Se?"

Luo Qingyang coldly replied, "It's his fate; forcing it will be pointless." There was no pity in his eyes, only endless indifference.

These words immediately made the atmosphere, which had just eased slightly, tense again.

Lei Wujie clenched his fists; he could not accept Luo Qingyang's indifferent attitude.

In the past, although Luo Qingyang always put on a cold expression, he never hesitated to use his internal energy to stabilize Xiao Se's injuries.

This behavior led many to believe that he was merely cold on the outside but warm on the inside, and that he was actually quite concerned about Xiao Se's life and death.

However, these words shattered their illusions completely.

"you……"

"Alright, stop arguing." Hua Jin suddenly raised her head and glanced at everyone: "Xiao Se's injuries are not actually beyond saving."

The Confucian Sword Immortal's heart stirred, and he tentatively asked, "Could it be that the Little Divine Doctor is referring to the immortal mountains overseas?"

Hua Jin nodded slightly: "That's right."

Upon hearing this, Luo Qingyang couldn't help but scoff: "True Immortals of Penglai? That's nothing but nonsense, how can you take it seriously?"

Xie Xuan shook his head, his tone leaving no room for doubt: "No, this is absolutely true. Because Baili Dongjun has been to Penglai Immortal Island and has personally seen that legendary immortal."

Baili Dongjun?

Everyone was startled and turned their gazes to Tang Lian without prior arrangement.

Tang Lian's heart skipped a beat, and her voice rose slightly: "My master?"

Xie Xuan nodded again, his tone certain: "That's right, it's your master, Baili Dongjun."

Sikong Qianluo was overjoyed: "Great! Xiao Se's injuries can be healed! We must hurry back to Snow Moon City and ask the city lord for the exact location of Penglai Immortal Island."

However, Tang Lian, who should have immediately agreed, fell silent.

For the past few months, Tang Lian has been by Baili Dongjun's side taking care of him and knows his condition very well.

Xiao Yu's visit to Snow Moon City last time dealt a heavy blow to Baili Dongjun. Before his injuries had even healed, he began to drown his sorrows in alcohol, living a life of debauchery.

When he was occasionally lucid, he would mutter to himself that he was sorry to Ye Dingzhi, sorry to his junior brother, and sorry to Yueyao.

He would even go to Yueyao's grave and ask her if she had ever loved him.

Therefore, Baili Dongjun in this state would not easily meet with outsiders.

But how could Tang Lian, as a disciple, presumptuously criticize his master?

Therefore, he had no choice but to remain silent.

Lei Wujie, however, seemed lost in thought, as if pondering something.

"Senior Brother, Lei Wujie, why aren't you saying anything?" Sikong Qianluo asked.

Tang Lian hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but stopped herself.

Just then, a glint flashed in Lei Wujie's eyes. He punched his left palm with his right fist and shouted excitedly, "Senior Brother, Qianluo, I've thought of someone who can save Xiao Se!"

"Who?" Sikong Qianluo and Tang Lian asked in unison.

"The White-Clad Sword Immortal!"

"Him?" Sikong Qianluo's expression became complicated.

Lei Wujie nodded repeatedly and explained eagerly, "Penglai Immortal Island is ethereal and elusive, and whether it can be found is still unknown. But the White-Clad Sword Immortal is a real person, and he is so powerful that even the Grandmaster and the Third Master... cough cough."

Realizing he had said the wrong thing again, Lei Wujie quickly stopped talking and said, "Anyway, he's so capable and knows so much, maybe he has a way to save Xiao Se."

"Why did you bring that person up again?" Sikong Qianluo's voice unconsciously rose a few decibels, carrying a hint of displeasure.

Lei Wujie realized he might have said something wrong and awkwardly scratched his head: "The White-Clad Sword Immortal is the most powerful person I've ever met. He left such a deep impression on me that... I thought of him as soon as I got anxious."

Sikong Qianluo opened her mouth, about to retort, but when she thought of Xiao Se's injuries that urgently needed treatment, her voice choked in her throat.

Seeing this, the others exchanged glances, secretly considering the feasibility of the suggestion.

At this delicate moment, a weak voice suddenly rang out behind everyone, instantly breaking the silence in the room.

"I'm going to find him!"