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"No need to be so polite. From today on, you are a disciple of the Wu Ya Sect. I hope you can practice hard and become a powerful Xuan Master as soon as possible, and make contributions to the Wu Ya Sect." Yin said.

"Disciple will follow the Patriarch's instructions!" Shang Ying said.

"Okay, you go down first. Someone will arrange your accommodation and training." Yin said.

"Yes, disciple, I'll take my leave!" Shang Ying said.

"This little guy is a bit interesting? The body's instinctive fighting ability can erupt at any time!" Yin muttered to himself, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Hey, Sect Master, we are still talking about something!" Elder Shu at the side suddenly spoke up and interrupted Yin's thoughts.

Yin came back to his senses, cleared his throat and said, "The army of the old overlord of the Northern Territory will arrive at the gate of our Dijin City in half a month. We will be unable to defend ourselves by then. How about we take the initiative to fight? At worst, we can move our headquarters to another place!"

"Sister, if this happens, the base we have worked so hard to build will be lost again!" An old man in a gray robe stood up and said excitedly.

“Ah!” Yin sighed helplessly, “Brother Xinghai, there is nothing we can do about it. If we really can’t hold on, and we still defend here, the only outcome we will have is being annihilated!”

"But..." Xinghai wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Yin.

"Brother Xinghai, I know you are reluctant to give up our base, but we must consider the survival of the entire sect." There was a hint of firmness in Yin's voice.

"Okay..." Xinghai sat down helplessly, with a painful expression on his face.

"Shu, what do you think?" Yin looked at the green-robed pharmacist beside him.

Shu pondered for a moment, then said, "Master, I think we can send some people out to find out the situation of the old overlord's army, and then make a decision."

"Well, that's a good idea." Yin nodded, "Let's do it."

"Okay, it's settled." Shuye said helplessly.

The night was as dark as ink, weighing heavily on every inch of Wuya Sect's land. Shang Ying followed behind the master who was in charge of the dormitory, walking with one deep step and one shallow step. The surroundings were silent, with only their footsteps echoing in the empty night.

Shang Ying was arranged to live next to a simple thatched hut. The hut looked very shabby, as if it had experienced countless wind and rain baptisms. The walls were made of rough wooden boards, full of cracks and holes. The roof was covered with a thick layer of thatch, and some places had begun to collapse.

"This is the temporary residence of every Xuan Master. Since the war, there are no better houses to live in, and everyone can only make do with this kind of simple house." The Xuan Master who managed this dormitory stopped, turned around and said to Shang Ying, his voice carrying a hint of helplessness and fatigue.

Shang Ying looked up at the thatched hut. He did not feel the sense of loss as the master who managed this dormitory had said. He walked in with an expressionless face.

Shang Ying pursed his lips, then followed the master into the thatched hut. The interior of the hut was very simple, with only a tattered wooden bed and a simple table. There was an oil lamp on the table, and the faint light flickered in the darkness.

The master walked to the bedside and sat down. He looked at Shang Ying and smiled, "Don't despise the simplicity of this place. Although the conditions are difficult, the masters of Wuya Sect all have firm beliefs and an unyielding spirit. As long as we unite and work together, we will be able to rebuild Wuya Sect and restore its former glory."

Shang Ying stared at him with cold eyes and nodded, thinking to himself: When we were climbing up the mountain just now, we saw many luxuriously decorated houses at the cliff, but now he said it was difficult. It seems that he said this to every new disciple...

"Okay, it's getting late, you should go to bed early. There are still many things to do tomorrow." The master stood up, patted Shang Ying on the shoulder, and then walked out of the thatched hut.

Shang Ying walked to the bed and sat down. He looked at the night outside the window, with a lot of thoughts in his mind. He knew that from today on, he would embark on a journey full of challenges and opportunities. He had to keep working hard to practice and improve his strength in order to survive in this world full of dangers and opportunities.

"Are you sure you are here?" someone asked doubtfully.

"Of course it's here. I'm in charge of the accommodation address, how could I remember it wrong?" another person answered confidently.

"But he is at least a disciple of an elder. How could he be assigned to such a remote place?"

"The good places have already been divided up. Just find some excuse to get rid of them!"

That night, Shang Ying was practicing in the house when suddenly, there was a slight noise outside the door. It turned out to be a few disciples from the Wuya Sect. After seeing Shang Ying coming during the day, they came up with a bad idea and wanted to teach him a lesson.

"Wait a minute, he seems to be practicing!" someone said softly.

"It's just cultivation, what's so strange about it? Let me take a look!" said another person disapprovingly.

"Wait a minute!" However, when they saw the scene inside the house through the crack in the door, they were stunned. They saw Shang Ying leaning against a red stone, emitting a powerful aura, and his cultivation level had increased by two calamities in an instant! What made them even more terrified was that the thing in Shang Ying's hand seemed to be a magical skill!

The reason why they could recognize this as a magical skill was because they had seen Xuan Yi use the same magical skill in a battle before. And the aura and feeling of the magical skill used by Shang Ying were exactly the same as Xuan Yi's!

Greedy thoughts suddenly surged in the minds of these disciples. They decided to gather a dozen good brothers again to rob Shang Ying and seize the magic skills and red stone in his hands.

They left quietly and began to plot how to implement the plan. Shang Ying, who was in the house, was unaware of the impending danger and was still immersed in his cultivation...

In the dormitory area of ​​Wuya Sect, dozens of outer sect disciples were quietly surrounding Shang Ying's thatched hut. There was a hint of confusion and anxiety in their eyes, and they were whispering to the head who was in charge of the dormitory.

"Are you sure the person is inside?" a disciple asked in a low voice.

"It must be inside!" The head of the dormitory management answered affirmatively.

"Get ready!" Following the order, the outer disciples of Wu Ya Sect tightened their weapons. Just as they were about to rush into the thatched cottage, something strange happened...