I was thrown away at the beginning, and I will build a grave for you after I come back to life.

"Humph, you can ride it at the sixth level of Qi Refining, so why can't I, who's at the ninth level of Qi Refining, ride it? I'm going to ride it for you to see!"

After saying that, he ignored others' dissuasion and went straight to the Queen Bee Baiyu.

Bai Yu looked at the woman rushing towards him with disgust in his eyes. It was really like "there is a road to heaven but you don't take it, there is no door to hell but you break in." Bai Yu flapped his wings suddenly, and a powerful airflow directly knocked Liu Mengqi to the ground, and she fell flat on her face.

Liu Mengqi got up from the ground covered in dust and wanted to rush forward again, but was frozen in place by Sun Jian's spiritual skills.

"Alright, have you had enough of making trouble? You can't offend the White Jade Queen Bee. It's Miss Lin's spiritual beast. Just give up on that idea!" Sun Jian angrily scolded Liu Mengqi.

"What??"

The three brothers and sisters present were all stunned on the spot, in disbelief, and their eyes changed when they looked at Lin Molin.

Zhang Guanrong was also very angry and stared at Liu Mengqi.

"My master said that if you return to the sect, you must go to the Cliff of Repentance and face the wall for half a month without being allowed to come out!" Yang Zeming looked at the expression on his master's face and relayed his master's words in a good mood.

Liu Mengqi looked at Zhang Guanrong in disbelief, only to see Zhang Guanrong nod viciously.

Sun Jian unleashed the spiritual power that bound her, and Liu Mengqi instantly collapsed to the ground. "Thinking Cliff, is that a place where people can live? There's no water, no food, and no spiritual energy—a place without three things in common. What's the difference between this and killing her?"

"Junior sister!" Wang Hao hurried over to support her weak body, feeling distressed.

Sun Jian walked up to Lin Molin and softly thanked him and apologized: "My dear friend, I am truly sorry for my poor teaching. Please forgive me!"

Lin Molin looked at Sun Jian indifferently without saying a word, turned around, climbed onto Bai Yu's back, and soared into the air.

"let's go!"

Seeing Lin Molin waiting for them in the air, Sun Jian quickly led everyone to continue flying on the sword.

We flew for about three days. When we were tired, we got off the ground to eat, and at night we found a place to rest.

Finally, on the morning of the fourth day, they arrived at the gate of Sunset Sword Sect.

At first glance, the mountain gate is made up of several huge and rough stones, and the stone surface is covered with traces of erosion over the years and mottled marks of wind and rain.

The joints between the stones were not blessed with any elaborate runes, but were barely filled with some simple soil and weeds.

The steps in front of the mountain gate are also paved randomly with stone slabs of different sizes. The edges of the stone slabs are uneven, and some are even cracked.

Both sides of the stairs should have been planted with magical plants and herbs, but now there are only a few withered weeds shivering in the wind.

Above the mountain gate, there is a plaque hanging. The wood of the plaque has rotted and the words are blurred. Only a few large words "Sunset Sword Sect" can be vaguely made out.

The entire mountain gate had no powerful protective formations, no majestic gatekeepers, only silence and loneliness.

Lin Molin put the white jade back into the space and frowned at the scene. He had seen poor people, but never such poor people. Even the bandits were probably a little richer than them.

Sun Jian and Zhang Guanrong were a little embarrassed. "My friend, although the sect is in decline now, it was once glorious."

Lin Molin raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not say anything. However, there was still doubt in his eyes. He must be joking with her!

Sun Jian sighed and continued, "Back in the day, our ancestors were famous in the world of immortal cultivation for their Sunset Sword Technique. Our sect was always crowded with students seeking to learn. Unfortunately, a great war between gods and demons later occurred, killing and wounding all our masters, and most of the techniques were lost, leading to our gradual decline."

Zhang Rongguan also looked gloomy. Yang Zeming kindly offered to translate, "Master said that although we, the younger generation, are willing to revive the sect, we lack resources and cannot do anything. We have the will but not the strength."

At this time, two furtive disciples came down the stairs, carrying bags on their backs, and it was obvious that they were going on a long journey.

They walked hurriedly, looked panicked, and looked back from time to time, as if they were afraid of being discovered.

The three disciples thought they could leave the sect smoothly today and join other sects, but they didn't expect to meet the elder who was returning from outside at the gate.

"you?"

Sun Jian looked at the three disciples coming down. This scene was actually not uncommon. Almost every year, five or six disciples would leave.

Sun Jian's eyes revealed disappointment and helplessness. He sighed deeply, "I know the sect is in decline now and can't hold your hearts. But have you ever considered that the sect was once kind to you, providing guidance and protection when you first embarked on the path of cultivation?"

One of the disciples lowered his head and muttered softly, "Elder, we have been in this sect for many years, but our cultivation has not improved at all, and the resources are pitifully few. We really don't see any hope."

Another disciple immediately added, "We don't want to betray the sect either. We just want to find a better way out. I hope the elders will understand."

Sun Jian was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Well, everyone has their own aspirations. You can go now. I just hope you won't regret your decision today in the future."

The three disciples were as if they had been pardoned. After a hasty salute, they quickly left, leaving Sun Jian and others staring at their receding backs for a long time in silence.

"Don't run, don't leave!" A delicate voice was heard, and a woman wearing a fiery red dress, with her black hair tied up high and a few strands of hair scattered unruly on her forehead, ran down the stairs.

He couldn't help but curse at the departing figures, "You are so ungrateful! If you hadn't been saved by the sect in the Forest of Ten Thousand Spirits, you would have been buried in the belly of the spirit beast long ago."

On that delicate and heroic face, his eyebrows were raised, his eyes were like stars, but they were burning with flames of anger.

"Yaqin, forget it!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Wu Yaqin turned around and saw Sun Jian and his group. In an instant, she forgot about the three people who had defected from the sect. "Uncle Master, Master, you're back!"

Wu Yaqin ran over happily.

"Senior sister!"

Yang Zeming happily greeted his fiery senior sister.

"Junior brother, you're back too!" Wu Ya looked around at the people around her and her eyes fell on Liu Mengqi, full of displeasure.

Seeing Lin Molin behind him, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't hide the amazement in his eyes. What a beauty! But he looked a little cold.

"Hmph!" Liu Mengqi snorted coldly, her teeth clenched as she watched Wu Yaqin, who couldn't quite conceal her admiration for Lin Molin. "What's the point of being beautiful? There are countless beauties in the world of immortal cultivation. I heard she's a worthless person with only five spiritual roots. No wonder she's only at the sixth level of Qi Refining." In the world of immortal cultivation, strength is everything. Who the hell is she?

No one paid attention to Liu Mengqi's thoughts and welcomed Lin Molin into the sect.

"I'm sorry, the sect has nothing to treat you, so you have to make do with what you have!" Wu Yaqin looked embarrassed and looked at Lin Molin a little embarrassedly.

Lin Molin looked at the stir-fried greens on the stone table, as well as the bowl of porridge and spiritual rice that could reflect a mirror. The food he ate was even worse than what he found in the Hidden Village.

The place where they lived was a cave dug out of the mountain, with each elder having his own mountaintop. She followed Zhang Guanrong to his mountaintop. Everything she knew overturned Lin Molin's imagination.

The Hidden Village can still make a living for the time being, so the Sunset Sword Sect is even more out of place. Even if they are just farming, the food shouldn't be so bad...