And she also wanted to find out about Master Ninth Master from Lin Wan.

Just as Muyan was about to speak, the weak and hoarse voice of Seventh Huang came from her ears.

"Jun Muyan..."

Mu Yan was delighted, "Qihuang, you're finally awake? All right?"

Qihuang didn't reply to her words, but continued mumbling, "Seize this Nine Li tribe!"

"What?" Muyan suspected that either she had misheard or Qihuang's brain was teasing, "What did you say you wanted me to take down?"

"Take over the Nine Li tribe. Those who obey me will prosper and those who oppose me will die." Qihuang said word for word, "Kill all those who disobey and turn this place into your territory. I want you to become the master of this place!"

If Lin Huai and Lin Wan weren't at her side, Mu Yan would have wanted to enter the space to touch Qihuang's head and see if this guy was talking nonsense with a fever or not.

He was even able to help her blow this kind of bull out.

"I said Seventh Little Huang." Mu Yan let out a long sigh, "Do you know how many Immortals there are in the Nine Li Tribe? Do you know that your master is only a small Xuan Xian? Do you think it's realistic for me to go and overturn the entire Nine Li tribe by myself?"

Seven Huang said in a deep voice, "What if I say that the last string of the Celestial Demon Instrument is in the Nine Li Tribe?"

Muyan was startled, "You sensed it?!"

But then he sighed, "Even if the last string of the Celestial Magic Lute is really in the Ninth Li Tribe, can't do it or can't do it! At best, I'll hang around here a while longer and see if I can steal the last string."

There was a mocking snort from ear to ear.

"Can't steal it out." Qi Huang said word for word, "The last string of the Celestial Demon Lute is one of the cornerstones of the Nine Li Tribe's existence, and once you take it away, the entire boundary of the Nine Li Tribe, and even the source of the spell power they rely on to survive, will disappear. Do you think that they will let you steal that string? The only way to do that is to make the entire Nine Li tribe yours!"

Mu Yan simply didn't know what to say for a moment.

She should have known that the process of getting the Heavenly Magic Instrument repair materials wouldn't be that simple.

It was dangerous all the way around.

But she hadn't expected that the last string would be in the Nine Li Tribe.

Suddenly, she thought to herself, "No, the Nine Li tribe has existed for more than a thousand years, but the Divine Music Gate was destroyed a thousand years ago, and then Baili Yinluo, who escaped alone, scattered the parts of the Celestial String somewhere in the Three Realms. Qihuang you're not screwing me, are you?"

The sound in his ears disappeared.

And Lin Huai was already ready to leave.

Only then did Mu Yan listen to Qihuang slowly say, "After Baili Liuyin, no one has ever gathered the seven strings of the Celestial Magic Instrument, nor has anyone ever become a true divine musician. Mu Yan, haven't you always wanted that little white face Luo Yunxiao to divorce his half soul from mine? The only way is to obtain the last [Palace] string and become a true divine Musician."

Mu Yan's pupils shrank abruptly.

For some reason, she always felt that the Qihuang had become different after coming to the Nine Li Tribe.

But exactly where it was different couldn't be said.

The lone teenager standing on the space grass that her consciousness saw, red clothes convolutedly whacking the ground, ink hair lightly raised, the whole person looked so thin and thin, as if he had gone through vicissitudes and suffered, making one's heart ache for no reason.

Mu Yan suddenly said, "Qihuang, if this is your wish, then I'll give it a try."