My best friend asked me if I was still doing system tasks.

Looking down from the top of the brush, the brush has a red hanging rope woven from the feathers of the Vermilion Bird, and the brush knob and brush crown are carved from smoky purple Guanghan jade into the shape of flowers that bloom in the morning and fall at dusk.

The penholder is milky white with a slight gray tinge, seemingly made from some kind of bone. A small mayfly is carved on it, and the two characters "浮生" (life) are engraved in seal script below the design.

The lower end of the pen holder is still made of smoky purple Guanghan jade, while the jet-black pen tip is composed of the hairs of all living beings.

Because Fusheng failed to successfully deceive Luo Hanying, it has now lost its enthusiasm and tells Luo Hanying that it can simply put its true form into the Qiankun bag. It has been active for several days and is now somewhat tired, wanting to rest for a while. It will wake up again to find its destined person after Luo Hanying leaves the secret realm.

Luo Hanying did as she was told, and Fusheng returned to his original body to rest.

The "Scattered Thousand Gold" consists of two rings, one gold and one silver, nested together. The gold ring is made of gold from the Wind Cliff Falling into the Sea, and is intricately carved with mountains and rivers from all directions.

The silver ring is made of Guanghan Star Sand Iron, with the Twenty-Eight Mansions micro-carved on it.

The two rings symbolize the cycle of yin and yang, representing heaven and earth, and alluding to the mysterious universe.

Bai Shun instructed Ruan Chayan to wear its main body on her wrist, as they needed to go to the mechanism room to adjust the mechanisms, and it could not leave their side for the time being.

Ruan Chayan agreed and asked Bai Shun if she needed help. Bai Shun told them to stay where they were and that they would be able to leave soon.

The underground palace was silent. Suddenly, a corner of the array lit up beneath everyone's feet, and in the blink of an eye, everyone was teleported outside Kunling.

The group immediately huddled together and dispersed, wary of any cultivators other than their own. For a moment, no one made a move, and the atmosphere was eerily quiet.

As dawn broke and the sounds of birds and insects receded into the distance due to the presence of human presence, the sky began to lighten.

Bai Shun's figure had already disappeared when the formation was activated. Ruan Chayan looked at the crowd with different expressions and subconsciously touched the gold ingot on her wrist.

Seeing the cultivators lying haphazardly on the ground, Luo Hanying asked in surprise and disbelief, "What's going on? What happened to them?"

She saw that several people were covered in blood, and a bad feeling suddenly arose in her heart.

"They're dead." Lu Xizhou said with a bitter smile. "It's a miracle we came out alive."

He Minzheng of Xinglin Peak and Cao Minqing of Renming Peak of the Shiren Sect, one was consumed by his own desires and died in the illusion array, and the other was bewitched by the puppet and drew his sword against his fellow disciples and disciples from other sects. The fellow disciples of the Shiren Sect could not bear to do it, but the disciples from other sects had to eliminate the threat for their own safety.

The black-robed men who were chasing them used deadly moves as soon as they saw them in the passageway, with an attitude of fighting to the death. It was difficult for each sect to escape unscathed. Baiyuzhai, Zihongge, Beiwensi, Jindingmen, Wenjianpai, and Kegupai all suffered casualties, while Xueyanpai, which followed Zihongge, was completely wiped out.

They had neither the cultivation level of Ruan Chayan nor the divine artifact of Tian Jiangyu, nor the luck of Wenren Ya. Losing their lives in Kunling was something they could only do helplessly.

Now that they had left the underground palace, the man in black robes, seeing that all was lost, didn't bother to collect the bodies of his comrades and used all his skills to escape as quickly as possible.

Even if they hadn't left, the group might not have been able to put up a fight; everyone had suffered greatly from this ordeal.

Lin Zhuzui and Song Kangnian, relying on their skills as sword cultivators, went to collect the bodies of Cao Minqing and He Minzheng.

Su Daiyu glanced at the corpses scattered on the ground with disgust, pretending not to see her dead fellow disciples. She raised her voice and asked, "Ji Daoyun, what did you and Luo Hanying, the two of you from the Shiren Sect, find in the tomb?"

Su Daiyu of the Wenjian Sect happened to be at the same maze entrance as Jin Caiyu, so when she contacted the Shiren Sect, she knew that Ji Daoyun and Luo Hanying were ahead of their group.

"You two fellow cultivators are truly remarkable in appearance and bearing. With your talent, you probably don't need any external aids. If you've obtained anything of value, why not share it with us?"

"Fellow Daoist Ji, Fellow Daoist Luo, what did you see in the tomb? How many burial objects were there?"

"Fellow Daoists, please don't stand on ceremony with us. If you have any good stuff, don't hold back. Show us what you have to see!"

"Luo Hanying, there's nothing good for a woman like you to do with all those nice things. You should give them to your good brother. I'll definitely protect you well~"

As soon as Su Daiyu said this, the disciples of the Golden Cauldron Sect and the Bone Carving Sect started clamoring, all wanting to know what good things Ji Daoyun and Luo Hanying had found in the tomb.

Ideally, everyone who sees it should get a share. Even if they can't get it, they can't let Ji Daoyun and Luo Hanying take it for free. They will definitely skin the two of them alive.

Because Ruan Chayan and Wenren Ya had not contacted anyone else, others were not very clear about their movements and did not know that they had also entered the tomb, so no one made trouble for them.

Luo Hanying felt nauseous looking at their faces: "We were so busy saving you good-for-nothings that we didn't even have time to take anything!"

The formation below is complex and full of traps. No matter what valuable treasures the tomb owner possesses, you may want them but not live to take them!

Ji Daoyun spoke much more gently, but it was still barbed: "Fellow Daoists, I think our relationship is not yet so harmonious that we can share our experiences in the underground palace."

"You all haven't even thanked my nephew Luo for saving our lives, so what right do you have to question us?"

He simply summoned the rain from the sky, and the kind-faced, gentle young man, holding a vertical harp, stood like a jade tree, his attitude amiable and approachable: "Everyone, why don't you disperse? We don't trust each other, so it's best not to gather together."

Now I hold my master's divine weapon in my hands. Not only is it beyond my ability to control, but I might also misjudge your intentions at any moment, and if I accidentally injure any of you, it would be bad for everyone involved.

Ji Daoyun's blatant threat deterred all sects from provoking trouble; the power of the divine artifact was beyond their ability to withstand.

"We're not leaving! We're not leaving!"

The cultivators of Zihong Pavilion were uncharacteristically grief-stricken, almost kneeling down and weeping bitterly. "Senior Ji, please, please let our Shiren Sect let Zihong Pavilion follow you!"

We were lucky to be with you this time, and we even got into the underground palace, which saved our worthless lives.

"The disciples of our Purple Rainbow Pavilion are generally not very skilled. If we encounter the man in black robes again, we'll have no chance of survival!"

Zihong Pavilion spoke first, while the Kegu Sect, who had considered leaving, continued to observe coldly.

Luo Hanying thought that with Ji Daoyun's personality, he would appease the cultivators of Zihong Pavilion. She never expected that one day she would hear the seemingly gentle and kind man sneer.

"What does the life or death of your Purple Rainbow Pavilion have to do with my Blade-Slaying Sect?"

Ji Daoyun's smile didn't reach his eyes. "When my Shiren Sect enters the world, we never save those who deserve to die."

When the Shiren Sect was slandered by the Wenjian Sect and the Jinding Sect, the Zihong Pavilion was instigated and almost took advantage of the situation. Ji Daoyun remembers this clearly.