After changing her master, she turned to the ruthless way, and the whole sect knelt down

Although Feng Yelei didn't really regard Wushao as his master, betraying him and being abandoned by him were two different things.

Feng Yelei, who wanted to stay alive, had no choice but to use all his strength to try to save his life from the hands of the Kunshan Sect Master.

He was even willing to exchange it for Wu Shao's fatal point.

But the leader of Kunshan Sect ignored it. If someone else had said this, he might have given the other person a chance to live.

But Feng Yelei is really not trustworthy. The leader of Kunshan Sect is worried that if he saves him, this kid will cause even greater trouble in the future.

Some people's lives should be saved, but Feng Yelei's life cannot be saved.

Therefore, the Qingxiao Sect's action this time was very decisive. Not long after Feng Yelei was brought back, Song Xing dealt with him in front of all the disciples.

When Feng Yelei died, he never imagined that his life would end so soon.

Looking back on his life, he found that the happiest time for him was the days when he joined the Qingxiao Sect.

If he had not chosen to worship Qin Tian as his master, or if he had not targeted Xie Liuyin and deliberately plotted against him because of Xie Mingzhu, would he not have ended up like this today?

But in the end, no one gave him an answer to this question. Feng Yelei closed his eyes and died completely.

The news of Feng Yelei's death eventually reached Wu Shao's ears. Wu Fen looked at him curiously and asked, "How's it going? Are you sad to hear that your eldest disciple has died?"

Wu Shao sneered back, "Whether he lives or dies, it has nothing to do with me."

He had already handed the person over, and how to deal with him was the business of the Qingxiao Sect. The most important thing in his mind right now was how to enter the sacred mountain.

Ever since the incident, the sacred mountain has been closed and no outsiders are allowed to enter.

Later, Wu Shao also tried to enter, but was repelled the moment he approached. Like Wu Fen, he had assumed that the sacred mountain would not welcome those who had fallen into evil ways, but he had never considered that the sacred mountain had been severely damaged.

Wu Shao's injuries had mostly healed over the past two days, and he had dismissed all his original disciples. At first, the disciples were afraid to leave, fearing that Wu Shao would, like he had done last time, allow others to leave, only to turn around and suck them dry.

Fearing that they would follow in the footsteps of those disciples, they cried and expressed their loyalty to Wushao, fearing that they would become the next dried corpse.

Wushao was annoyed by the noise and simply drove everyone out. He also told them not to appear in front of him again, otherwise he would suck them dry.

The disciples then realized that Wu Shao really wanted to let them go.

They looked at each other, and then ran away quickly as if they were reborn.

After clearing out everyone around them, Wushao and Wujue returned to the foot of the sacred mountain together.

The location of the sacred mountain is hidden, nestled among several large mountains, and surrounded by natural formations. Those unfamiliar with the area would be lost before they even reach the foot of the sacred mountain. This is the barrier that the sacred mountain has set for itself.

Coming back here again after so many years, both of them could not hide their excitement.

They tried to get closer to the sacred mountain, and were surprised to find that the mountain was much less repulsive to them this time. Does this mean that the sacred mountain is slowly recovering?

As the two thought about this, they couldn't help but feel happy.

They tried again to force their way into the sacred mountain, but still failed. The invisible barrier outside the sacred mountain was still there, and the entire sacred mountain was now shrouded in thick fog. They could not see the situation inside at all.

The little joy that the two had just felt gradually disappeared, leaving only deep worry.

"What exactly is the core of the sacred mountain? Since this thing is so important to the sacred mountain, can we make another one for the sacred mountain?" Wu Fen asked tentatively.

Wu Shao didn't say anything. This core was really too mysterious. Their clan had lived in the sacred mountain for so many years and had never heard of such a thing as a core.

If Su Hai hadn't revealed these clues himself, the two of them would probably never have known about the existence of the core.

Seeing that they couldn't get in no matter what, the two tried several times and could only sigh helplessly and leave.

They planned to ask people living nearby to see if they had any legends about the sacred mountain.

It is not easy for mortals to survive in the world of cultivation. Some mortals like to live in big towns with the protection of cultivators, where there are more opportunities and a chance for them to soar to the sky.

But there are also people who are afraid of the monks and go directly into the deep mountains and forests. Although life is a little harder there, they don't have to worry about being involved in the fights among the monks.

There are also several such isolated villages around the sacred mountain. When the Wu tribe was still there, the several parties could exchange some things from time to time.

The Wu tribe was rich in spiritual medicines, and while those mortals couldn't cultivate, they possessed rare and fine craftsmanship. The Wu tribe greatly admired the utensils they wove, and often traded them for spiritual medicines.

The parties got along quite harmoniously and lived in peace for a hundred years.

Wu Fen and the others were actually not sure whether these mortals could remember anything, but they had no other choice now.

The two men acted separately, one of them targeted a village and brought some herbs in, intending to use them to exchange for information.

The people in these villages are simple and honest. Although they are wary of outsiders, they immediately became enthusiastic after the two men took out the herbs.

After the two men became familiar with the villagers, they began to inquire about the news about the sacred mountain.

At first, the villagers didn't want to tell them, but Wujue and Wushao had no choice but to discuss it and then tell them that they were descendants of the Wu tribe and came to find their ancestral land at the orders of their elders.

With this reason, the villagers' attitude became more enthusiastic than before, and they insisted on taking the two to their homes for dinner.

Wu Jue and the other man tried hard to refuse. When they asked about the past of the sacred mountain again, the village chiefs of the two villages showed them their respective village histories.

When these villages were being built, some people from the Wu tribe took the initiative to make friends with them and taught them to read.

The Wu people asked them to write a village history to record the situation of the sacred mountain, and said that if there were descendants of the Wu people who came one day, they should show them the village history.

The villagers felt grateful for the other party's kindness, and since recording the village history was a good thing, they naturally agreed.

It’s just that so much time has passed that this oral agreement has been told as a story.

It was not until recently that Wu Jue and the other man came to them and they finally remembered.

The village elders placed dozens of thick volumes of the village history in front of them and said, "Go and look through them, children. Perhaps there's something you're looking for in there."