Peerless Immortal Son-in-law

Although the image of this young man in front of him was completely different from the image of his master in his mind, his eyes and temperament couldn't be hidden. He was sure that this was his master!    

    

Hearing Jin Xiaoliu's voice, Ding Yi's heart skipped a beat. He took a deep breath, walked quickly over, supported Jin Xiaoliu, and said softly, "Xiaoliu, sit down."    

    

Originally, Ding Yi was dissatisfied with Jin Xiaoliu coming to see him in private, but after seeing Jin Xiaoliu, everything disappeared like smoke in thin air.    

    

At this time, the young man also walked over. When he saw Ding Yi support Jin Xiaoliu, he couldn't help but frown, but he swallowed his words and stood beside Jin Xiaoliu silently.    

    

"Why did you suddenly run over to the Jinzhou?" Sitting in front of the green tea table, Ding Yi sipped the slightly cold tea and asked with a frown.    

    

Hearing Ding Yi's words, Jin Xiaoliu took a deep breath, glanced at the sturdy youth beside him and explained, "Master, don't worry. Only Soong Loong and I know about this trip!"    

    

"Yes." Ding Yi nodded.    

    

"This is one of my apprentices, Soong Loong!" Jin Xiaoliu respectfully looked at Ding Yi and explained to him. He then glanced at Soong Loong and said, "Hurry up and greet Ancestral Master !"    

    

"Soong Loong has met..." "Ancestral Master !" Soong Loong had a strange expression on his face. The person in front of him was clearly in his twenties, how did he become his Ancestral Master ? He could not understand!    

    

However, he didn't dare to disobey Jin Wudao's words.    

    

"Hmm, not bad. He's already level nine Fighter." Ding Yi smiled and nodded his head. He immediately saw through Soong Loong's strength.    

    

Soong Loong was initially unconvinced, but when he heard Ding Yi's words, he revealed his true strength. He couldn't help but be a little surprised in his heart.    

    

"Why did you come to find me today? Tell me." After drinking two cups of tea with Jin Xiaoliu, Ding Yi said with a smile.    

    

Hearing Ding Yi's words, Jin Wudao stood up immediately. Although he was in his seventies, he still had a strong body. He sighed helplessly and said, "Siqi, master, you should have met Siqi before."    

    

"Mm, a pretty good young lady." Ding Yi nodded, not knowing what Jin Wudao wanted to say.    

    

Ding Yi didn't say anything more. Instead, he picked up the tea set from the tea table and poured the scalding tea onto the coiling green dragon. The originally gray dragon's body quickly turned green as the tea was soaked in the tea, making it look lifelike.    

    

Jin Wudao was silent for a moment, took a deep breath and said, "The night before yesterday, she was assassinated!"    

    

Hearing Jin Wudao's words, Ding Yi was slightly stunned, then he put down the teapot in his hand, turned his head towards Jin Wudao and said: "Oh, Xiaoliu, your Jin Family can't even protect a junior anymore?"    

    

"Did you find out who did it?" The moment Ding Yi said those words, Soong Loong frowned and clenched his fists. It was unknown what he was thinking about.    

    

"If we can find out, then Xiaoliu won't bother Master anymore." Jin Wudao let out a bitter laugh, looked at Ding Yi who was sitting opposite to him, completely unperturbed. He sighed and said, "I have some guesses in my mind, but there is no evidence, and …" That person's assassination technique is very strange, Master, please take a look! "    

    

Jin Wudao took out his phone and played a video.    

    

In the video, Jin Siqi was lying on the hospital bed. Her face was extremely pale, her lips were dark red, her eyes were tightly shut, and a pained expression could be seen on her face.    

    

"Incantation Seal?" Ding Yi shook his head and pondered for a moment before asking, "How is she now?"    

    

"Thank you for your concern, Master. Siqi is fine, but …" Jin Wudao sighed and looked at Ding Yi with doubt in his eyes.    

    

"It's alright?" Ding Yi was stunned for a moment, looked at Jin Wudao, and asked again: "Was it cured in the hospital? Or was there someone else who took action? "    

    

From Ding Yi's point of view, since Jin Siqi was afflicted with a spell similar to the Incantation of Incantation, it would be very difficult for the doctors in the hospital to cure her. It should be someone else who took action.    

    

After all, Jin Wudao was the patriarch of Jiangnan Jin Family and was respected by others as Souther Emperor.    

    

"There are indeed a few foreign delegates in the family, but they are also helpless. After staying in the hospital's intensive care unit for two days, her symptoms have suddenly lessened a lot, which is why I'm here to find you, Master …" Jin Wudao forced a smile and told Ding Yi the whole story, including who had read it for Jin Siqi.    

    

"That is not a curse seal. Rather, it seems like … "The Dark Mantra." Ding Yi's brows twitched as he suddenly thought of a certain race deep within his memories.    

    

The seal was vast and profound, it was aimed at the soul and could not be cured under the current medical conditions. However, since Jin Siqi's disease could be cured by the hospital, it was obviously not a curse seal.    

    

Jin Siqi's symptoms reminded Ding Yi of the similar meditation technique he had seen a long time ago, and … The underworld method used death energy and resentment as its medium, which was very consistent with Jin Siqi's symptoms.    

    

Unlike normal people who cultivated in martial arts or ancient times, people who cultivated in the Dark World used the aura of death and the aura of resentment as the foundation to achieve the same effect as absorbing spiritual energy. At that time, Ding Yi had also thought about it before, in his opinion, spiritual energy was also gas, and the aura of resentment was also gas.    

    

Whether it was spiritual energy, death aura, or resentment, they were all real. Once out of the caster's control, they would gradually dissipate. This also proved why Jin Siqi's symptoms were slowly alleviating in the intensive care unit.    

    

"I never thought that I'd meet someone who cultivates meditation techniques in this era." Ding Yi frowned and thought in his heart.    

    

There was nothing wrong with the meditation technique, but if the person used it incorrectly, then it was very likely that they would do something devoid of conscience. It seemed that it was necessary to investigate this matter thoroughly.    

    

"You mean, you want me to protect Jin Siqi?" Thinking of this, Ding Yi glanced at Jin Wudao.    

    

Seeing that his thoughts were seen through, Jin Wudao smiled awkwardly. Just as he was about to explain, Ding Yi suddenly waved his hand and said: "That's fine, but …. You'd better send someone to investigate this matter. "    

    

"Also, I can't possibly protect her closely. If anything happens, ask her to come find me." Ding Yi thought about it. Jin Siqi had come to the Jinzhou City to help him after all, so it was easy for her to protect him.    

    

"Good!" Thank you, Master! " Jin Wudao was very happy. He quickly stood up and bowed to Ding Yi.    

    

Soong Loong quickly supported Jin Wudao, but his face didn't look too good. After staring at Ding Yi for a while, he suddenly said, "Master, Siqi's safety …"    

    

At this point, Jin Wudao's expression changed. He quickly glared at him and berated: "Impudent! How can a junior like you understand Master's strength!"    

    

"Forget it, it's normal for youngsters to be in high spirits." Ding Yi looked at Soong Loong with interest. He suddenly stood up and said to Soong Loong, "Use all your strength and throw a punch at me!"