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The man in black's expression suddenly changed. His previously arrogant expression was instantly replaced by fear, and a flash of panic and fear flashed in his eyes. His body reacted instinctively, and he quickly dodged to the side in a panic, stumbling and nearly falling to the ground.

"You evil beast, you actually come to ruin my good things!" He roared in frustration, with a tremor in his voice, obviously frightened by the sudden attack of the dragon.

The dragon let out an earth-shaking roar, the sound rolling like spring thunder, shaking the valley.

"Give back what belongs to Tianhan!" Its voice was full of anger and majesty, as if it was the judge of heaven and earth, and would not tolerate any disobedience from the man in black.

After saying that, the dragon and the man in black started fighting fiercely.

For a moment, the valley was filled with spiritual light, like fireworks blooming in the night sky.

The powerful fluctuations of spiritual energy sent the surrounding boulders flying everywhere. Some of these boulders were smashed into pieces, turning into dust and floating in the air; others smashed into the ground like cannonballs, creating deep pits.

The spiritual power also carved deep grooves on the ground, as if it had been chopped apart by a giant axe. Mud was flying and smoke and dust were everywhere, as if the end of the world had come. The entire valley fell into chaos and violence.

Xue Tianhan took advantage of the fact that the two men were fighting fiercely and their attention was all attracted by each other and they had no time to pay attention to him. He crouched down and carefully approached the place where the Qiankun Stone and the incomplete immortal weapon were placed.

He walked lightly, afraid of making any sound, his eyes filled with nervousness and anticipation as he stared intently at the treasure that was so close to him.

However, the man in black seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, and had a keen sense of the movements around him.

At the moment Xue Tianhan was about to touch the treasure, he suddenly released a stream of black spiritual power, like a sharp black arrow, and attacked Xue Tianhan like a venomous snake emerging from its hole. This spiritual power was extremely fast, like a black lightning streaking through the air.

Xue Tianhan couldn't dodge in time, and was struck hard in the chest by the spiritual energy. He felt as if his chest had been struck by a heavy hammer, and a sharp pain instantly spread throughout his body. A mouthful of blood spurted out uncontrollably, and his body fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string, raising a cloud of dust and sliding along the ground for a distance before coming to a stop.

"It's cold!" The spirit of Wangchuan was immediately anxious when he saw this scene. The anger in his eyes was like a raging fire that was ignited in an instant, as if it would burn everything in the world to ashes.

She ran towards Xue Tianhan without hesitation and quickly helped him up, her eyes full of anxiety and concern.

On the other side, the dragon became even more furious when he saw Xue Tianhan was injured, and his attacks became more and more fierce, as if he was a completely enraged prehistoric beast.

The water column gushing out of its mouth became more and more turbulent, and the waves piled up layer by layer, as if they were about to converge into a vast ocean, completely drowning the man in black in the endless waves, leaving him nowhere to escape.

Despite his formidable strength, the man in black gradually began to struggle under the dragon's frenzied attacks. His face turned pale as paper, beads of sweat streamed down his forehead, his breathing became erratic, and his once fierce attacks became slow and weak.

"Hmph!" Seeing that the situation was not good, the man in black suddenly turned into a black shadow and fled towards the depths of the valley. He was as fast as lightning and disappeared from everyone's sight in an instant, leaving only a faint black afterimage.

"Want to leave? Not that easy!" The dragon was not willing to give up. With flames of anger burning in its eyes, it chased after him closely.

The huge body quickly shuttled through the valley, causing a gust of wind and disappeared into the valley in an instant.

Seeing this, the spirit of Wangchuan also chased after him, leaving behind only a devastated battlefield and the injured Xue Tianhan lying on the ground.

Xue Tianhan struggled to get up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at the two people walking away, his eyes full of worry and expectation.

He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his palms, silently praying that the dragon would be able to successfully retrieve the treasure. The knuckles of his clenched fists turned white from the force, revealing his inner tension and anxiety.

After a long time, the dragon returned, covered in wounds. Its scales were shattered, some even falling off, revealing bloody wounds beneath. Blood stained its body red, dripping onto the ground, forming a bloody trail.

The spirit of Wangchuan was in much better condition. She held the Qiankun Stone and the incomplete immortal weapon in her hands. The two treasures sparkled with mysterious light under the sunlight.

"Senior, you're injured!" Xue Tianhan saw this and hurried over, his eyes filled with concern and heartache. His voice trembled slightly as he looked at the wounds all over Jiaolong's body, his heart filled with guilt and gratitude.

The dragon signaled the spirit of Wangchuan to gently place the treasures in front of Xue Tianhan and said weakly, "That man in black was extremely cunning and escaped from the Wangchuan Secret Realm, but fortunately, we finally got the items back. These two treasures are of great importance. You must take good care of them and make sure they don't fall into the hands of others."

Its voice was low and hoarse, and it was obvious that it had suffered serious injuries in the previous battle, but even so, there was still a hint of determination and expectation in its eyes.

Xue Tianhan took the treasure with trembling hands, tears welling up in his eyes as he cried out in gratitude: "Thank you so much, Senior. I have no way of repaying your kindness. I will remember this kindness for the rest of my life."

His voice was choked and he could hardly speak. He secretly swore in his heart that he must improve his strength, protect these two treasures, and live up to the dragon's life-saving grace.

The dragon shook his head slightly, a hint of hope in his eyes. "We are destined to meet, so there's no need for this. The secret of this broken immortal weapon may hold some clues in the ancient books of your sect. Go back and explore carefully."

After saying this, the dragon dragged its wounded body back to the Spirit Lake to recuperate. Its figure gradually moved further and further away, eventually disappearing from Xue Tianhan's sight. However, its heroic and fearless image remained deeply imprinted in Xue Tianhan's heart.

"Tianhan, now that the treasure has been recovered, what are your plans?" The spirit of Wangchuan asked softly, breaking the brief silence.

"I'm going back to Lingxu Sect." Xue Tianhan took a deep breath, calmed his excitement, and answered firmly.

"Okay, the opening time of this fairyland is almost over. I hope we will have a chance to meet again in the future." The spirit of Wangchuan nodded slightly, with a hint of reluctance in his eyes.

"I will." Xue Tianhan looked at the spirit of Wangchuan with a firm and sincere gaze. He turned and scanned the devastated valley, his heart filled with emotion. Every adventure made him grow and made him understand the importance of strength.

Xue Tianhan tightly grasped the Qiankun Stone and the incomplete immortal weapon in his hands, and secretly vowed in his heart that he must unravel the secrets of these two treasures and improve his cultivation.

Seeing this, the spirit of Wangchuan gently patted his shoulder, with a hint of encouragement in his tone: "Tianhan, you still have a long way to go. I believe you can reach a higher level."

Xue Tianhan nodded, a determined glint in his eyes.

He bowed to the spirit of Wangchuan, turned around and set out on the road back to Lingxu Sect. The wind in the valley whistled in his ears, as if bidding him farewell.

Along the way, Xue Tianhan kept thinking about this experience, every detail was vivid in his mind. He knew that this experience would become a valuable asset on his path of cultivation.

After returning to Lingxu Sect, the first thing he did was to inquire about the sect's situation during this period. He learned that thanks to the efforts of No. 3 and Qingluan, and the timely return of Senior Sister Huang Yan and others with resources, the people led by Feng Yi's clone returned empty-handed, and no soldier of Lingxu Sect was injured, so he felt relieved.

He took out the cultivation resources he had obtained and handed them over to the sect leader, and told the sect leader and the elders everything that had happened.

After hearing this, the Sect Master's expression was solemn. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "Our sect has a vast amount of ancient books. Perhaps we can find some clues related to this incomplete immortal weapon among them.

Tianhan, you should focus on your cultivation within the sect for the next few days, while also devoting yourself to searching for ancient texts. If you discover anything, please inform the Great Elders immediately.

By the way, take this identity token. We have discussed that you will be the acting leader of our Lingxu Sect from now on. The sect will be handed over to you for the time being. I need to go into seclusion."

The clan leader's voice was steady and powerful, revealing his importance and concern for the matter.

Xue Tianhan nodded in agreement, and after returning to his residence, he began to retreat.

At the same time, he also instructed his disciples to help carefully search ancient books for clues about the incomplete immortal artifacts, leaving no possible details undiscovered. He knew that behind these two treasures lay a huge secret, and he would shoulder the heavy responsibility of unlocking this secret.

During the retreat, Xue Tianhan kept recalling the thrilling battle with the man in black, and was well aware of the shortcomings of his own strength.

Every time he recalled the thrilling scene, his heart would tighten, and it also made him more determined to improve his strength.

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Meanwhile, the man in black, though lucky enough to escape, was also seriously injured. He hid in a dark, damp corner, surrounded by a foul odor. His body curled up, trembling constantly, his face filled with pain and resentment.

The hatred in his heart towards Xue Tianhan and Jiaolong grew stronger, like a raging fire that almost devoured his sanity.

He secretly vowed to take back the Qiankun Stone and the incomplete immortal weapon at all costs, and make them pay a heavy price for their actions today.

The knuckles of his clenched fists turned white from the force, and there was a mad light in his eyes, like a beast trapped in despair, ready to devour anyone at any time.

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As the days passed, Xue Tianhan gradually discovered some clues about the incomplete immortal weapon while searching ancient books.

These subtle clues were like the twinkling stars in the night sky. Although faint, they pointed him in the direction.

Every time he discovered a clue, he would feel excited and thrilled, as if he saw a ray of light in the darkness.

This made him more determined to explore its secrets. A new adventure seemed to be brewing quietly behind this seemingly calm situation...