I tricked you into thinking you had the makings of an emperor, but you actually did it?

The Taiyi Treasure Trove.

Lin Tianyi of the Taihao Sword Sect was about to leave after seeing that the matter was over.

"Thank you, senior, for your help."

Shen Ming looked over here and said loudly.

“Our Taihao Sword Sect’s Hidden Sword Elder and Senior Xuanjian have a good relationship. If they had known earlier that you were a disciple of the Xuantian Sect, they wouldn’t have needed to trouble the two elders to take action.”

Having said something eloquent and won Elder Xuanjian's favor, Lin Tianyi smiled lightly and left gracefully.

Others who came for the Taiyi Sword Pill left one after another. The Taiyi Treasure Vault was not yet closed, and there were still more opportunities waiting for them.

Xuan Jian and Xuan Yuan inquired about the ins and outs of the matter from Shen Ming, and upon hearing about the Taiyi Sword Pill, they both looked enlightened.

"No wonder Nie Qing was so crazy. Good, good, this is your good fortune."

Xuan Jian was overjoyed, for this would cause Shen Ming's swordsmanship to skyrocket.

"This is a Thousand-Mile Tracking Talisman. It's locked onto that junior from the Wusheng Sword Sect. Go and kill him."

Xuan Yuan handed over a talisman and said coldly, "The Wusheng Sword Sect is always clamoring for killing and threatening people. It's time for them to experience what it's like to be hunted down."

The junior he was referring to was Jing Wuming of the Wusheng Sword Sect, whose strength was roughly equivalent to the sixteenth-ranked member of the Hidden Dragon List.

"it is good!"

Shen Ming couldn't have been happier; he was just looking for someone to test the power of the sword pellet.

At the same time, Xuan Yuan's divine sense detected Li Miaozhen in the shadows, and he knew that the message talisman just now was the work of this little Buddhist nun from the Western Paradise.

"If you encounter danger again, continue to send messages. Return to the Xuantian Sect and you will be freed," Xuan Yuan transmitted.

Li Miaozhen did not respond, but simply nodded slightly.

Xuan Yuan and Xuan Jian then left with peace of mind, as many treasures awaited them on the third inner level.

Shen Ming held the talisman between two fingers, channeling his primordial energy into it, causing the runes on it to emit a dazzling light.

He could sense the location and distance of an aura.

"Senior brother, please wait."

Li Nan from Jinque Island called out to him, his eyes filled with tenderness.

"What's wrong?" Shen Ming asked with a smile.

"Senior brother, I have a favor to ask," Li Nan said.

The disciples of Golden Gate Island were very sensible and left the treasure room first, leaving Shen Ming and Li Nan behind.

"May I have the honor of seeing your face, senior brother?" Li Nan asked, his face turning bright red.

She was certain that the man before her was Shen Ming, the Xuan Emperor.

The two Grand Elders were eager to make a move, and considering their earlier mention of participating in the Hidden Dragon Ranking, their identities were pretty clear.

As for how Shen Ming cultivated to his current level in just half a month, it must be because Senior Brother Shen Ming has extraordinary abilities.

Of course, she wouldn't be foolish enough to ask directly; Shen Ming was wearing a mask, so there must be a reason.

She just wanted to see what Shen Ming looked like.

Otherwise, you won't recognize them the next time you see them in person.

“What’s so unreasonable about this?” Shen Ming readily agreed and removed his mask.

Li Nan stared intently at Shen Ming's face, her heart filled with joy.

Her senior sister hadn't lied to her; Xuan Tianzi was indeed ethereal and otherworldly, and exceptionally handsome.

"Senior brother, then we'll meet on the Hidden Dragon Ranking."

Li Nan left with his fellow disciples from Jinque Island, completely satisfied.

After everyone had left, Shen Ming, now alone, looked around and said, "Thank you."

There was no response; it was as if they were talking to thin air.

"Isn't he here? Let me use my Eye of Truth to look for him," Shen Ming muttered to himself.

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Miaozhen emerged from the shadows, observing whether there was any golden glint in his eyes.

"Since you're thanking me, answer one question for me," Li Miaozhen said.

"what?"

"Is your fiancée as pretty as me?" Li Miaozhen suppressed her shame and tried her best to appear calm.

Compared to other women, she had always disdained to do such things, let alone ask them proactively.

But she was really curious about Shen Ming's attitude towards other women.

Could it be that his fiancée is a celestial being descended to earth, and no other woman can catch his eye?

"I don't know, I've never seen her," Shen Ming said.

In fact, Shen Ming didn't even know his name.

"what?"

Li Miaozhen imagined all sorts of possibilities, such as the two people having an unbreakable bond, sharing hardships and overcoming all difficulties to be together.

Shen Mingzhong was loyal to his feelings and rejected all kinds of temptations.

I never expected this answer.

"That, that, that..."

She said "that" three times in a row, not knowing what to follow it with.

……

As for Jing Wuming, after turning back several times to make sure there were no pursuers, his tense face gradually relaxed.

"One moment, just one moment, and my master's body was reduced to nothing!"

He was filled with shock and anger, and his mind remained unsettled for a long time. He couldn't even tell whether he was angry or afraid.

He had no interest in treasure hunting and wandered around aimlessly like a headless fly.

As we rounded a corner, we ran into a group of nearly a hundred people from the Demonic Sect.

It is a gathering place for disciples of the Yellow Springs Sect, the Lifeless Sword Sect, the Ten Absolutes Sect, the Heavenly Fiend Sect, and the Blood Shadow Sect.

Seeing that Jing Wuming did not slow down and approach, the leading demonic cultivator was about to make a move.

"It's Jing Wuming from the Wusheng Sword Sect!"

However, Jing Wuming was quite popular among the demonic cultivators, and someone immediately recognized him.

Seeing him so distraught, everyone was curious about what had happened to him.

"Jing Wuming, don't disgrace my Wusheng Sword Sect!"

A woman's dissatisfied voice came from within the group.

Yan Wuxin is the daughter of the leader of the Wusheng Sword Sect.

"Senior Sister Yan!"

Jing Wuming's eyes lit up immediately. He leaned close to her and quickly recounted what had just happened.

Yan Wuxin was a few years younger than Jing Wuming, in her early twenties, tall and with fair skin.

Her appearance was not outstanding, but she had distinctive features: slender eyebrows, a sharp and angular face, thin lips, and a blood-red flower between her eyebrows.

Although she was a woman, she was as sharp as a sword.

"really!?"

Upon hearing that Nie Qing had died at the hands of the Supreme Elder of the Xuantian Sect, Yan Wuxin understood why Jing Wuming acted this way.

She immediately informed her father via a message talisman.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Wuxin coldly said, "Bring the Xuantian Sect disciples here."

Behind this hundred-strong demonic cultivator team were several chains, binding prisoners, all of whom were disciples of the ten major sects, including disciples of the Xuantian Sect.

Jing Wuming was greatly surprised to see this scene.

“These sect disciples operate independently, unlike our five sects which are united. We can defeat them one by one.”

"Today, we will make these sect disciples remember the might of the Five Demonic Lords!"

The demonic cultivator beside him shouted triumphantly.

The Five Demon Lords refers to the five leaders of this team.

Yan Wuxin of the Wusheng Sword Sect, and Jue Wuchen of the Ten Absolutes Sect.

“Kill them, and use their heads to pay tribute to your master,” Yan Wuxin said.

The other demonic cultivators in the group took a deep breath, and then they were all excited, marveling at how ruthless the Wusheng Sword Sect truly was.

What they didn't know was that the Wusheng Sword Sect didn't kill for the sake of killing, but rather used killing to hone their swordsmanship.

After the shock just now, Jing Wuming's state of mind was unstable, and he needed blood and lives to stabilize it.

As expected, when Jing Wuming heard that there were Xuan Tian Sect disciples here, his breathing became heavy and his eyes turned red.