God Destroying Pearl

In the afterglow of the setting sun, Zhang Mo and Song Yun returned to the Diling Gate with brisk steps.

After returning to the Di Ling Sect, they told the Sect Master that the Foundation Building Bandit Leader had been killed and all the bandits had been wiped out.

After hearing the news, the leader of the Di Ling Sect was extremely excited.

He knew very well that without the help of the two disciples of Qingyun Sect, it would not be easy for Diling Sect to eradicate this bandit force alone.

Therefore, the leader of the Di Ling Sect specially prepared a table of sumptuous food and wine for Zhang Mo and Song Yun as a token of gratitude.

The banquet had all kinds of delicacies, and the aroma of fine wines was even more fragrant.

The head of Di Ling Sect raised his glass and said to Zhang Mo and Song Yun: "Thank you two immortal masters for your help this time. You are the benefactors of Di Ling Sect! Not only have you removed the great trouble for us, but you have also brought us peace and tranquility. Please allow me to express my deepest gratitude and respect to you on behalf of Di Ling Sect!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Mo and Song Yun quickly stood up to return the greeting.

They knew very well that this honor did not belong to them alone, but was the result of the joint efforts of Qingyun Sect and Diling Sect.

Zhang Mo said modestly: "Master Di Ling, you are too kind. We are just doing our part. Maintaining justice and peace is the responsibility of every cultivator. In the future, if there is a need, our Qingyun Sect will definitely help with all our strength and work with Di Ling Sect to protect the peace of this land."

There was constant laughter and joy at the banquet.

The disciples of the Di Ling Sect came forward to toast and chatted with Zhang Mo and Song Yun about their experiences in cultivation and interesting stories in the martial arts world.

The lights at the banquet gradually dimmed, and the disciples of the Earth Spirit Sect left one after another with smiles of satisfaction and gratitude.

Zhang Mo invited Song Yun to take a walk outside the Diling Gate. It was late at night, and the sky was dotted with stars, making it look particularly peaceful and profound.

"Junior brother," Zhang Mo stopped and turned to look at Song Yun, his eyes gleaming with sincerity, "Although this banquet tonight is to celebrate our success in suppressing the bandits, in my heart, it is more of a gratitude to you. You have made an indelible contribution to this operation, especially your amazing spatial means, which are simply superb and enabled us to turn the tide of the battle at the critical moment."

Song Yun smiled when he heard that. He waved his hand modestly and said, "Brother, you are too kind. If you hadn't been there to hold back the bandit leader at the fifth level of foundation building and attract most of his attention, I wouldn't have been able to use the space displacement technique to deal him a fatal blow. This is the result of our teamwork, and no one can be missing."

Zhang Mo patted Song Yun on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Junior brother, you are too modest. Everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses. We learn from each other and make progress together. This is the most important thing. Moreover, your spatial talent is extremely rare in our Qingyun Sect. With time, you will surely shine."

"Thank you for the compliment, senior brother." Song Yun said.

"Junior brother," he turned to Song Yun, his tone full of tenderness and determination, "Soon after the battle ended, I used the sect's special communication talisman to report every detail of our experience to the sect's mission hall. I believe that the sect will give a fair judgment and generous rewards."

Song Yun smiled and nodded.

Zhang Mo continued, "Brother, if there is nothing special that needs to be dealt with, then we will set off back to the sect tomorrow."

Song Yun readily agreed: "Okay, Senior Brother. That's our decision. Have a good rest tonight, and tomorrow morning we will set off back to the sect."

Suddenly a breeze blew.

Zhang Mo looked up at the night sky, frowning slightly, as if he sensed something.

"Junior brother, do you feel...something is wrong?" His voice was low and alert.

Upon hearing this, Song Yun immediately became alert. He sent out his spiritual sense and looked around, but there was nothing unusual in the night except the occasional chirping of insects.

"Brother, did you find anything?"

Just then, a slight sound of footsteps came from somewhere, and the sound was particularly clear in the quiet night.

Zhang Mo and Song Yun quickly exchanged glances, and they both took out their magic swords at the same time and slowly approached the direction where the voice came from.

As the distance shortened, they discovered that there seemed to be more than one person's footsteps, and that their speed was getting faster and faster, as if something urgent was going on.

Just as they were about to show up and ask, a dark shadow suddenly jumped out of the darkness and rushed towards them.

"Be careful!" Zhang Mo shouted in a low voice, and with a flash of his body, he stood in front of Song Yun. At the same time, the sword in his hand turned into a cold light and slashed towards the black shadow.

However, the black shadow was extremely agile. It dodged Zhang Mo's attack with a light leap and flew to the side.

"Who is it? How dare you attack us at night!" Zhang Mo shouted angrily. Just as he was about to chase after him, he saw the black shadow stopped in the moonlight and slowly turned around.

When the two saw the face of the black shadow clearly, they were stunned.

It turned out to be a round-faced young disciple dressed in Qingyun Sect's uniform. He was pale and looked anxious, as if he had encountered some huge trouble.

"Brother Zhang, Brother Song, hurry up! There is an urgent message from the sect, please return to the sect as soon as possible!"

When these words were spoken, both Zhang Mo and Song Yun were startled.

They didn't expect to receive an urgent call from the sect on such a quiet night.

Could it be that something big happened in the sect?

The two looked at each other, and without saying anything, they knew what the other was thinking.

They quickly returned to the Di Ling Sect, bid farewell to the Sect Master, and then followed the round-faced young disciple and hurriedly set out on the journey back to the sect in the night.