Chapter 807 The Well-Known Immortal Master Bei Xuan

Fang Xiu saw that the confusion in the eyes of the three people was not pretending, but they really didn't recognize him. This made him feel a little strange. Even though he had been away for a hundred years and many people of his generation had died, it shouldn't be like this.

At the beginning, he founded the Yuling Academy and vigorously cultivated Yuling masters. The corridors of schools in various places and the walls of celebrities were full of his photos and statues, not to mention the subsequent use of Wanli Dragon City to save Xia Country. The boiling power of faith at that time could not be fake.

Even if these three people were new generation Yuling masters, they should not have seen him.

Besides, as long as they broke through the sixth level, their lifespan would be greatly extended. It is impossible that there was no Yuling master of the sixth level in the last era except Fang Moli and others, right?

Did something happen in Xia Country?

"Benefactor?" The scarred woman asked in confusion.

"Nothing, let's go." Fang Xiu replied calmly and followed the three people to Xia Country. He wanted to see what Xia Country had become now.

The three of them were quite capable among the fourth rank, and they possessed many secret arts handed down from Zhou Qingfeng's era, such as ghost money, paper figures, shrouds, etc.

He was not surprised by this, as he had already fully opened the burial ground, and the secret arts treasures in it were also allowed to be exchanged by the people of Xia. Now that a hundred years have passed, these things must have become popular.

With the joint efforts of the three, the snakes, insects and weird things that were rampant around were easily eliminated, and the return journey was very smooth.

So much so that the scarred woman was a little puzzled: "Why are there only some low-level weird things? Our luck is so good? We can't even encounter a high-level weird thing?"

She glanced at Fang Xiu at the end of the team obscurely, slightly suspicious.

The bald man said: "Isn't it a good thing that there are no high-level weird things? You are still thinking about encountering a few more S-level weird things."

As the few people talked, they finally entered the coverage of Wanli Dragon City, and a bright golden light isolated the gray fog and weird things outside.

Huh.

The three of them were completely relieved.

"I'm back alive!"

"No, I have to drink two kilograms of wine today to calm my nerves."

The scarred woman came over and said politely to Fang Xiu: "Thank you for saving my life, benefactor. If you don't mind, I'll treat you to a meal."

However, Fang Xiu did not reply, but stared at the city in front of him. If he remembered correctly, this should be the former Beichuan City. It was not a first-tier city, but at least a prefecture-level city. It was still prosperous, but now...

What he saw was a dilapidated and dirty city. Garbage was everywhere on both sides of the street, and many homeless people squatted in the corners. Even the pedestrians on the street were no longer as bright and beautiful as before. They all looked gray and hurried.

In the weird era, he knew that technology was no longer the mainstream, and there might not be much development in a hundred years. After all, the spirit master was the mainstream, but now it seems that the current Beichuan City is not even as good as a hundred years ago.

Soon he noticed that in many corners of the street, there were scattered people kneeling and worshipping a wooden statue. Even in the shops on both sides of the street, there was a clay statue.

The statue depicted a young man who looked like a fairy, with a compassionate look on his face, as if a god was looking at all living beings with love.

"Benefactor?" The scarred woman asked tentatively.

"What are they worshipping?" Fang Xiu's calm voice sounded, without any emotional fluctuations in his tone.

The three people were immediately surprised when they heard it.

"Of course it's the North Xuan Immortal Master who saves the suffering!"

"Benefactor, you don't even know the North Xuan Immortal Master, do you?"

North Xuan Immortal Master?

Fang Xiu's eyes moved slightly, and he had a vague guess in his heart. The fluctuations of divine power in Wanlilong City, the forgotten prophet, and the statues being worshipped now all seemed to be related to this North Xuan Immortal Master.

Judging from the name, he seemed to be from Jiuzhou.

"I don't know the North Xuan Immortal Master." He replied.

The faces of the three people suddenly became very surprised and strange, as if it was a very incredible thing not to know the North Xuan Immortal Master in Xia Country.

At this time, the scarred woman seemed to think of something: "Benefactor, you didn't encounter a weird thing that could affect your memory on the other side, so you lost your memory?"

The other two people also suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Fang Xiu asked them if they knew him just now. It turned out that he had lost his memory. It was normal that he didn't know the North Xuan Immortal Master.

"Benefactor, do you still remember your name?"

"Fang Xiu."

Fang Xiu said the name that was once well-known in the world and even well-known, wanting to see the reactions of the three people.

He guessed that his influence was very likely to be replaced by the North Xuan Immortal Master, and the other party even destroyed his portraits and statues in order to make the people of Xia Country forget him.

As for the other party's purpose, he didn't need to guess, that is-to become a god!

The divine power fluctuations he sensed from Wanli Dragon City before showed that this person had a divine nature but was not a true god. Combined with the previous worship, it was obvious that the other party came to harvest faith.

After hearing the name, the three looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Have you heard of this name?"

"No."

"My benefactor, don't be discouraged. Judging from your ability to drive away the S-level weirdness, you must be a famous strong man in Xia Country. As long as you ask around, someone must know you." The scarred woman comforted.

Fang Xiu didn't say anything. He felt that something was wrong. The portrait could be destroyed, but his name was not passed down?

It's not that he is arrogant, but according to common sense, in a hundred years, his name should not be lost in the long river of time and no one should know it.

As they talked, they had already walked to a hotel, Yingxian Pavilion.

Compared with the dilapidated Beichuan City, Yingxian Pavilion looked magnificent and splendid. There were not only two beautiful female guests in cheongsam at the door, but also two iron cages made of spiritual steel where stone lions should be placed. Two B-level weird creatures with human bodies and bird wings, green faces and fangs were locked in them for people to appreciate.

"Hehe, Yingxian Pavilion, Sister Xia is ready to bleed a lot this time." The bald man swallowed his saliva and smiled evilly.

The scarred woman ignored him and respectfully invited Fang Xiu in.

As soon as he entered the door, Fang Xiu's attention was not on the luxurious decoration in the hotel, but on the huge statue of Beixuan Xianshi, which was nearly three meters high, placed in the middle of the lobby.

After entering the hotel, many guests would first pay their respects to the statue of Master Beixuan before going in to eat.

Even the three scarred women were no exception. Regardless of whether they were pious or not, they would definitely pay their respects to the statue when they saw it.