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As the Sun and Moon Palace's people advanced cautiously, a sudden gust of wind whistled past, rustling the leaves. Then, a deafening tiger roar echoed, startling everyone.

Xing Xuanli looked solemn and whispered, "Be careful, something might happen."

Before he finished speaking, a gigantic Netherworld White Tiger leaped out from the woods. It exuded a sinister aura, its dark blue eyes flashing with ferocity, and its sharp teeth gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

The Sun and Moon Palace disciples suddenly became nervous and tightened their grip on their weapons.

A disciple said in a trembling voice, "Palace Master, this Netherworld White Tiger looks very ferocious."

Xing Xuanli replied calmly: "Don't panic, observe its movements first."

The Netherworld White Tiger slowly paced around the crowd, occasionally emitting low roars, as if warning them not to come near.

Xing Xuanli was secretly thinking about how to deal with the situation. She knew very well that the Netherworld White Tiger was very powerful and she must not act rashly.

Meanwhile, brothers and sisters from other sects also set out on the treasure hunt.

The processions of various sects were vast, the atmosphere intense and heated. Some disciples wore uniform attire, imposing and heroic; others wore a variety of attire, a dazzling display. Some rode on horseback, some walked, laughing and chatting throughout the journey, their eyes filled with longing and anticipation for the treasures to be found.

Among them, the Qingfeng Sect's team marched in a neat square formation. The sect leader, Sister Lin Xiao, encouraged the disciples as they walked: "Everyone, work harder. Our Qingfeng Sect must gain something from this treasure hunt!" The disciples responded in unison, their morale high.

The sisters from Baihua Palace walked together. The Valley Master's sister Su Yao smiled and said to the people around her: "Sisters, maybe this time we can find a treasure that will greatly increase our strength." Everyone covered their faces and laughed, full of anticipation.

In the Xuanjian Sect's team, the Sect's Young Master Zhao Xian had a serious expression on his face and warned the disciples beside him: "The treasure hunt is full of dangers, everyone must be careful." The disciples nodded solemnly.

Teams from different sects meandered along the mountain road, creating a unique landscape. They headed towards an unknown treasure land, carrying dreams and hopes in their hearts.

Meanwhile, the Qingmu Sect was not to be outdone. The disciples of the Qingmu Sect were all in high spirits, dressed in their turquoise sect attire, looking vibrant in the sunlight.

The young sect leader personally led the team, his gaze fixed on the front as he declared, "This treasure hunt is a great opportunity for our Qingmu Sect to grow in strength. Everyone must give it their all!" The disciples shouted in unison, "We will follow the elders' instructions!"

In the team, Senior Brother Li Yi directed his junior brothers and sisters in an orderly manner: "Everyone, maintain the formation and take care of each other."

One of the younger sisters timidly asked, "Brother, is this treasure hunt dangerous?" Li Yi consoled her, "Don't be afraid. As long as we unite as one, we'll be able to overcome this danger."

The people of Qingmu Sect quickened their pace. Their hearts were filled with longing for treasures, and they were also prepared to deal with all difficulties.

Li Yi walked up to Li Fengjue and said respectfully, "Young Sect Master, the road ahead seems to be getting more difficult and dangerous. Should we adjust our strategy?"

Li Fengjue frowned slightly, and after a moment of contemplation, he said, "Let's continue forward and pay attention to the movements around us. If there is anything unusual, we can make plans."

Li Yi nodded and replied, "Yes, Young Master."

Li Yi turned around and was about to convey the order when Li Fengjue stopped him again: "Wait, tell everyone to be extremely alert and not to take it lightly."

Li Yi replied solemnly: "Don't worry, Young Master, I will give everyone a clear message." Then he left quickly to arrange related matters.

The Lingxiao Sect also secretly left with other sects, and Luo Lingshan didn't want to meet Xing Xuanli again.

As Luo Lingshan walked, she muttered to herself, "That Xing Xuanli, nothing good ever happens to me when I meet her. I must not meet her this time." Her face was gloomy and her eyes were full of resentment.

The fellow disciple beside her asked cautiously, "Senior Sister, is it not a good idea for us to act alone like this?"

Luo Lingshan glared at him: "What's wrong with that? What can I gain by following them? I don't want Xing Xuanli to get ahead of me."

The disciple didn't dare to say anything more and followed her silently.

Luo Lingshan bit her lip and thought to herself, "As long as I can find precious treasures and improve my strength, one day the Regent will see my good qualities and that Xing Xuanli will never be able to be so proud again."

Led by Luo Lingshan, the people of Lingxiao Sect quickened their pace and headed towards the unknown future, their hearts full of desire for treasures and expectations for the future.

Meanwhile, in the Sun Moon Palace, Xing Xuanli had already subdued the Netherworld White Tiger. She asked several Sun Moon Palace disciples, "Who among you wants this Netherworld White Tiger? If so, I can help you sign a contract."

When several disciples heard this, they first showed surprise on their faces, but soon turned to hesitation and doubt.

A younger disciple spoke first: "Palace Master, this Netherworld White Tiger is so fierce and powerful that I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to tame it. Let's just forget it."

Another disciple immediately said, "Palace Master, I know that my own strength is still limited and I am not capable of controlling such a magical beast. It is better to let it follow you, Palace Master, so that it can play its greatest role."

At this time, a disciple who was usually brave and decisive stepped forward, bowed and said, "Palace Master, I am willing to give it a try. If I can get the help of this spirit beast, I will redouble my efforts and serve the Sun Moon Palace."

Xing Xuanli nodded slightly, with approval in her eyes: "Okay, since you are so determined, then I will help you sign the contract."

After saying that, Xing Xuanli formed seals with her hands and muttered something. A mysterious light burst out from her hands, enveloping the disciple and the Netherworld White Tiger.

A moment later, the light dissipated, and the contract was successfully concluded. The disciple, feeling the spiritual connection between him and the Netherworld White Tiger, blushed with excitement and quickly knelt to express his gratitude, "Thank you, Palace Master, for your assistance!"

Xing Xuanli smiled and helped him up: "Get up, you must work hard with Baihu in the future and grow together. Don't let this rare opportunity go to waste."

The other disciples also congratulated him, and everyone's eyes were filled with expectations and longings for the future.

The deeper they went, the more dangerous it became. The disciples of Lingxiao Sect were trapped in a maze.

A thick fog suddenly rose from the originally quiet forest, instantly enveloping everyone. The disciples of the Lingxiao Sect panicked instantly. They looked around, but found that the surrounding scenery had become blurred and they had completely lost their direction.

"What's going on?" a disciple shouted in horror.

"Everyone calm down and don't wander around!" The senior brother leading the team tried to maintain order, but his voice also revealed a hint of panic.

Everyone groped forward in the fog, but found that no matter how they walked, they seemed to be going in circles.

"Are we trapped here?" a younger sister said in a crying voice.

"Don't talk nonsense!" the senior brother scolded, but his own forehead was also covered with sweat.

At this moment, Luo Lingshan's face was extremely ugly. She bit her lip, her heart filled with regret and anger. "I should have known I shouldn't have acted on my own. Now I'm trapped in this damn maze."

The disciples of Lingxiao Sect fell into deep fear and helplessness in this mysterious maze.

The Aoki clan, which had been advancing in a relatively orderly manner, suddenly felt a strange atmosphere after entering the seemingly ordinary area. First, the surrounding scenery began to distort and change. What had been a lush forest just a moment before had transformed into a rocky desert in the blink of an eye.

"Everyone be careful, something is wrong!" Li Yi shouted loudly, trying to calm everyone down.

However, the disciples' eyes gradually became confused, and they seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and began to walk around uncontrollably.

"What kind of evil magic is this?" A disciple waved his weapon in fear, but didn't know where to attack.

The head of the Qingmu Sect frowned and tried hard to think of a way to break the formation, but this psychedelic formation seemed beyond his understanding, leaving him clueless for a moment.

Some disciples even had hallucinations, seeing their deceased relatives or terrifying monsters, and collapsed to the ground in fear.

"Stay awake and don't be misled by hallucinations!" Li Fengjue's voice sounded a little weak in the chaos.

The entire Qingmu Sect team struggled in this psychedelic formation.

It's like being trapped in a nightmare from which you can't wake up.

Soon after, Qingfeng Sect also fell into this strange illusion.

The disciples of Qingfeng Sect were originally chatting and laughing, feeling relaxed and happy, imagining the possible gains from this treasure hunt. Suddenly, without any warning, a thick fog like ink swept over them, completely enveloping their entire team at an astonishing speed. The surrounding scene suddenly became bizarre and dreamlike, making people feel as if they were in a chaotic world where illusion and reality were intertwined, and they could not distinguish what was real and what was unreal.

"Everyone, don't panic! Gather together!" Lin Xiao, the headmaster's junior sister, shouted anxiously. Her voice was filled with anxiety and worry, but in the thick, misty fog, it seemed very weak, as if swallowed by an invisible force, and it disappeared without a trace after it had spread far.

The disciples panicked, dashing about like headless flies. Finally, at Lin Xiao's cries, they stumbled together. Their eyes were filled with deep fear and endless confusion—the fear of the unknown, the bewilderment of losing control of their fate. Some closed their eyes tightly, trembling all over, chanting scriptures in an attempt to dispel the terror within. Others stared blankly at the bizarre scene before them, their eyes wide open. Some saw themselves in a magnificent fairyland, ablaze with flowers, colorful birds singing in the branches, clear streams gurgling beneath their feet, and the air filled with the intoxicating fragrance of flowers. Others, however, saw a gloomy and terrifying hellscape, a river of blood flowing like a river, blazing flames, hideous and twisted demons, and the sound of miserable cries.

A young disciple's face was as pale as paper, his body was shaking constantly, and he said in a crying voice: "What is going on? I feel like my head is going to explode." He held his head with both hands, squatted on the ground in pain, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead.

Lin Xiao was terribly anxious, forcing herself to remain calm, trying to calm herself and think of a solution. She stared wide-eyed, carefully observing every detail around her, trying to find the key to the formation. But the formation seemed to have no pattern at all, each part filled with confusion and misdirection. She felt at a loss, as if she were in a maze from which she could never escape.

"Are we going to be trapped here and die?" another disciple said in despair. His voice was filled with helplessness and sorrow, as if he could already see the shadow of death approaching.

The people of Qingfeng Sect were like lost lambs in this strange illusion, panicked and terrified. Unable to find a way out, the hope they once held in their hearts was gradually swallowed by fear, like a candle in the dark, swaying in the wind, ready to go out at any moment.

In a dream, Luo Lingshan saw herself marrying Nangong Han. The wedding scene was magnificent, with flowing red silk and colorful flowers. She wore a gorgeous wedding gown and a dazzling phoenix crown, her delicate face flushed with happiness. Nangong Han, dressed in a solemn gown, looked handsome and extraordinary, gazing at her with gentle and affectionate eyes.

However, this beautiful scene was shattered in an instant. Xing Xuanli suddenly appeared before them, her eyes filled with despair and unwillingness, as if her heart had been shattered into countless pieces. At this moment, Nangong Han's expression suddenly turned cold and ruthless. He suddenly drew his sword and stabbed Xing Xuanli without hesitation.

The sharp sword blade pierced Xing Xuanli's chest, and blood spurted out like a fountain. Xing Xuanli covered the wound with her hands in pain, her eyes gradually losing their luster, her body swayed, and finally fell slowly to the ground.

Luo Lingshan stood aside, watching Xing Xuanli fall, and actually laughed triumphantly. Her laughter was particularly harsh in this scene full of blood and sorrow, and her smile was full of the pride of a winner and contempt for Xing Xuanli.

On the other side, in the Sun and Moon Palace, Xing Xuanli successfully subdued the Phantom Fox. After a short rest, he led the disciples of the Sun and Moon Palace to a treasure hunting spot without stopping.

Along the way, everyone wore a serious expression, fully aware that this treasure hunt was fraught with uncertainty and challenges. Xing Xuanli walked at the front of the group, her posture erect and her gaze fixed firmly ahead. She clutched her sword tightly, as if ready to respond to any possible danger.

The Sun and Moon Palace disciples behind him followed closely, their steps in perfect order and with strict discipline. One disciple whispered, "Palace Master, I wonder what we'll find on this treasure hunt."

Xing Xuanli tilted her head slightly and responded, "No matter what, we must go all out and not slack off in the slightest."

As they continued on, the road became increasingly rugged and difficult to navigate. The surrounding forests were deep and quiet, with only the occasional chirping of birds and roaring of animals adding to the tense atmosphere.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, they finally arrived at the treasure hunt spot, a valley surrounded by high mountains and a thin layer of mist, making it mysterious and dangerous.

Xing Xuanli stopped and carefully observed her surroundings, feeling alert. She said to her disciples, "Everyone, be careful. This place may seem peaceful, but it actually hides hidden mysteries."

The disciples nodded and gripped their weapons even tighter.