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The process of returning to the Wanbao Chamber of Commerce went smoothly, and there was no such bloody situation as not being able to recognize who was who.

Originally, Chu Yun's appearance didn't change much, as long as he was dressed as a man, he could tell the difference at a glance.

Moreover, the Wanbao Chamber of Commerce still has a set of code words, so it doesn't matter even if they change their appearance.

With Chu Yun's relationship, Lu Chuan's original embarrassment was relieved.

A lot of elixirs of the third and fourth levels were given priority, and Lu Chuan almost vomited acid water after eating.

All the injuries in his body were healed by Xiao Huan Dan, he was purely weak. As long as there is enough elixir, it will be cured soon.

"I was hunted down before, and I heard those people say 'Prayer God Clan', you can check and see if there are any clues. By the way, don't tell anyone except you. I suspect that this force is controlling many Small sect, otherwise the Wufang sect wouldn't have chased me out of nowhere."

Lu Chuan was exhausted, so he sent a message to Qiankun Jianzong, asking the father-in-law about the "Prayer God Clan".

As a result, it has been more than half a day, and there is no news from Qiankun Jianzong.

"Prayer God Clan? A good name!"

Chu Yun responded, and immediately started to work on this matter.

After staying in Wanbao Chamber of Commerce for a few days, Lu Chuan left.

Although there is little hope, he still intends to find the Wang family.

After all, it was his first mission after joining the Qiankun Sword Sect. Even if he couldn't complete it, he couldn't have no news at all.

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Pingshan County is the farthest county in Jinhua County, close to Dongping County, surrounded by many minerals and medicinal materials.

Minerals are all mortal materials, and medicinal materials are only first-level and second-level.

Although it is of little value to monks in the Qi Condensation Period and Qi Refining Period, it is a necessity for ordinary people and low-level monks.

Often walking in the wild in the mountains and forests, injuries are inevitable. Most of the medicinal materials in Pingshan County are used for treatment, so they are very popular.

The Wang family that Lu Chuan is looking for this time is a small family, how small is it? According to the information Chu Yun gave before, there are only two people left.

An old man in his sixties and a young man in his twenties.

Grandpa and grandson, the family would be wiped out after a little accident.

"Is this the place?"

Gently knocked on the door, and an old voice came from inside.

"Who is it?"

"it's me!"

"You! Wait!"

After the inexplicable dialogue, there was a long wait.

This old man of the Wang family walked tremblingly. In Lu Chuan's previous life, he would definitely make countless drivers shudder.

"Oh, boy, who are you looking for?"

After waiting for a long time, the door finally opened.

In the short 20-meter-long courtyard, Mr. Wang spent half a cup of tea.

Dangyouyou is like Parkinson's, it can be blown down by a gust of wind.

"I'm looking for a man named Wang Ziming, do you know him?"

Lu Chuan supported Mr. Wang, especially afraid that he would die like this after accidentally falling down.

"Wang Ziming? It sounds familiar!"

Hearing Lu Chuan's words, Mr. Wang was taken aback for a moment, and then began to recall.

It's time for a cup of tea...

Half a stick of incense time has passed...

Lu Chuan anxiously scratched his head, but he didn't dare to ask.

After searching for so long, this is the first one that sounds familiar.

At this age, if Lu Chuan interrupted his train of thought, he might not even be able to remember who he is.

Lu Chuan was afraid that the little hope he finally found would be cut off, so he could only endure it.

After waiting for half a stick of incense, Mr. Wang finally spoke again.

"Wang Ziming, it seems to be the ancestor of our family."

"Old ancestor? By the way, this is the one!"

Hearing Mr. Wang's words, Lu Chuan burst into tears with excitement.

After a lot of hard work, I finally found it.

Thanks to him for not wasting time, if there was a delay of a few more days, the old man would probably be dead.

"The old man said slowly, don't worry!"

Lu Chuan whispered a few words of comfort, especially afraid that the old man would belch his fart first because he was too anxious to catch his breath.

"Wang Ziming is the ancestor of my Wang family. It has been more than a thousand years."

Mr. Wang gasped for breath after saying a word, and said slowly: "It is said that in the past, the ancestors would send news every once in a while. My father said that he had received messages from the ancestors, but later there is none left."

"Why not?"

Lu Chuan asked quickly.

"Who knows? I have lived for more than 60 years, and I have never received a message from my ancestors. Presumably, my ancestors have forgotten."

Mr. Wang sighed, and then asked: "Young man, why did you suddenly ask this?"

"I belong to the same sect as the ancestor of your royal family. It's not that he's forgotten, but he's already passed away. Before he died, he entrusted the sect to look for you, so I'm here."

Lu Chuan explained.

"So that's how it is, even immortals will die!"

Mr. Wang sighed, but there was not much fluctuation on his face.

At his age, everything in this world is just a passing cloud.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, separation of love and hatred, are all things that mortals have to go through.

When the end of everything came, it was not as terrible as imagined.

"Well, I don't know if the old man has any children? If he is willing, I will take him back to the sect. The Qiankun Sword Sect is the strongest sect in Dongzhou, and it must be much better than him wandering outside."

"Heir, I have a grandson named Wang Yan. He seems to be in some academy? Is he going to school or teaching? Hey, I'm getting old and my memory is not good."

Mr. Wang shook his head, his mind was full of chaos.

"Hey, boy, who are you looking for?"

"Well……"

Hearing Mr. Wang's words, Lu Chuan's face ached.

Just forget it while talking, this is dementia.

Thankfully, the key words have been finished, otherwise Lu Chuan would have to cry on the spot.

After asking several times again, Lu Chuan found that Mr. Wang was really sick.

As I was talking, I didn't know what to say, and started to toss forward as I talked.

I asked several times, except for confirming that it was this family and a son named Wang Yan at the beginning, I didn't ask anything useful.

"Wang Yan? Academy? Could it be him?"

Lu Chuan muttered, thinking of two students from Spring and Autumn Academy he met in the field, one of them was Wang Yan.

After bidding farewell to Mr. Wang, Lu Chuan planned to visit Chunqiu Academy.

On the one hand, it is for Wang Yan, and on the other hand, Chunqiu Academy may know the information about the Qitian God Clan.

Lu Chuan didn't know who those people were chasing and killing him, but he was certain that they were hostile to the Qitian God Clan, and the hatred between the two was absolutely endless.

As long as he finds out the information about the God Clan, Lu Chuan can follow the clues to find out the identities of those who chased him, and then find a way to deal with it.