The goofy junior sister is the most eccentric person in the entire cultivation world.

"impossible!"

Although these major sects are determined to suppress us, even if they had the greatest audacity, they wouldn't dare to openly break into Lingxiao Peak and kidnap so many people.

More importantly, even if these three major sects joined forces and dispatched peak Nascent Soul experts, there was absolutely no way they could abduct over a hundred people right under our noses without being detected!

The elder shook his head and said.

"Who could that be?"

Amidst the panic and murmurs, a disciple cautiously spoke up: "Speaking of which, isn't Junior Sister Wu Xuemei's breakthrough a bit too fast? Especially recently, her Nascent Soul realm has seen continuous progress; this speed is a bit..."

The speaker was an inconspicuous disciple, who hurriedly covered his mouth before he could finish speaking.

But these words were like a pebble thrown into a still lake, instantly creating ripples.

All the elders present were at the Nascent Soul or Divine Transformation realms, and although his voice was soft, it clearly reached everyone's ears.

Everyone's eyes involuntarily turned to Wu Xuemei.

Wu Xuemei's heart skipped a beat, and she cried out in alarm. She looked up abruptly, her eyes instantly reddening, and large tears rolled down her cheeks like broken pearls. Her voice choked with sobs, full of grief and grievance: "How...how could you say that? Senior Brother Shi has been so kind to me, and he is my future Daoist partner. How could I possibly harm him?"

Besides, Senior Brother Shi will definitely be alright. He promised me that once he breaks through to the Nascent Soul realm, he will tell Master that he wants to marry me and become my Daoist partner. Waaaaah…

As Wu Xuemei spoke, she became increasingly distressed, tears streaming down her face. In the end, she wept uncontrollably, her heart breaking, as if she had been driven to the brink of despair by the sudden and unexpected tragedy.

The disciple was so frightened that his face turned ashen, and he didn't know what to do.

Everyone stared blankly at Wu Xuemei's heartbroken appearance, frowning slightly, but no one uttered a sound.

These bastards, not one of them even said a word to persuade me?

Wu Xuemei cried for a moment, then flew into a rage. She staggered a few steps, rushed to Ling Xiaozi, and knelt down with a thud, tightly hugging his legs.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Master, please take me to find Senior Brother Shi. I can't live without him. If something happens to him, I won't live either..."

She cried even more heart-wrenchingly, her body trembling violently.

Wu Xuemei and Shi Potian were a well-known couple, and everyone in the Lingxiao Pavilion knew about them.

"You scoundrel, what nonsense are you spouting!"

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out, and an elder slapped the disciple away with his backhand.

"That's right! Xue Mei is deeply devoted to Shi Potian. Even if she is truly abnormal, how could she harm her own Daoist partner?"

The others nodded in agreement.

Ling Xiaozi sighed softly, helped Wu Xuemei up with both hands, and said gently, "Xuemei, get up. I know your feelings for Potian. That disciple only misspoke for a moment, so you don't need to take it to heart."

The most urgent task is to find Potian and the others and uncover the truth.

The disappearance of over a hundred talented disciples is undoubtedly a devastating blow to Lingxiao Pavilion.

"The sect leader is right!"

Upon hearing this, everyone felt a chill run down their spines and unanimously agreed!

"This matter is of great importance. We alone are simply not capable of uncovering the truth. We must ask the Supreme Elders to intervene!"

Ling Xiaozhi's face was gloomy. After pondering for a moment, he said in a deep voice, "Elder, Second Elder, Third Elder..."

You thirteen, follow me into the second secret realm to pay your respects to the Supreme Elder!

And Xuemei, you're coming in with us too!

The secret realm of Lingxiao Pavilion is divided into three levels.

The first level is rich in spiritual energy, providing a place for disciples and elders to cultivate.

The second level is a blessed land, which only Supreme Elders at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage can reside in.

The third layer is the most mysterious, and it is the true foundation of Lingxiao Pavilion. It is the slumbering place of three ancestors who have lived for tens of thousands of years, in order to delay the passing of their lifespan.

Ling Xiaozhi, accompanied by more than ten core elders and Wu Xuemei, holding the sect leader's token, opened the secret realm passage and stepped into the second level.

Here, clouds and mist swirl, springs gurgle, exotic flowers and rare herbs abound, and cranes occasionally soar through the sky.

The group dared not fly, and instead walked to the outermost cave, which was the place of cultivation of the Supreme Elder Ouyang Feihong.

Ouyang Feihong possesses the bloodline of a supreme true dragon and the top-grade wind spirit root. He broke through to the peak of the Nascent Soul stage three hundred years ago and is the youngest Supreme Elder of Lingxiao Pavilion. He is exceptionally talented and is considered a candidate for the next sect-protecting ancestor.

"Disciple Ling Xiaozi, along with the elders, requests an audience with Grandmaster Uncle Ouyang!"

Lingxiaozi bowed respectfully outside the cave.

no respond.

Despite calling out three times, the stone gate of the cave remained unmoved.

A sense of foreboding rose in Ling Xiaozhi's heart, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I'm sorry!"

Activating the sect leader's token, the stone gate slowly opened.

The cave was clean and simple, with only a bed, a small table, and a futon; it was empty.

A thin layer of dust had accumulated on the prayer mat.

"Grandmaster Ouyang is also missing?"

An elder's voice trembled.

Ouyang Feihong was no ordinary disciple or elder; he was at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. His sudden disappearance sent a chill down everyone's spine.

"Quickly, go and invite the other Supreme Elders!"

Ling Xiaozi hissed, "Hurry!"

The group rushed to the depths of the secret realm and finally found three old men playing chess in front of a cave with spiritual energy so abundant it seemed tangible.

These three were all white-haired, with an aura as deep and boundless as the sea. They were Xuanzhenzi, Yuxuzi, and Yunyangzi, all at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

"Why are you panicking?"

Xuanzhenzi placed the black piece down without even looking up.

Ling Xiaozi knelt down with a thud, tears streaming down his face: "Three Supreme Elders! The sect... the sect has suffered a great calamity!"

He recounted the events incoherently.

When they heard that more than a hundred talented disciples and elders had gone missing, including Ouyang Feihong, a Nascent Soul elder, the chess pieces in the hands of the three Supreme Elders fell to the chessboard with a thud.

Yu Xuzi suddenly stood up: "Are you telling the truth?!"

"This disciple dares not speak presumptuously! I beg the three Grand Master Uncles to intervene and uncover the truth!"

Lingxiaozi slammed his head on the ground and shouted loudly!

Xuanzhenzi's face was ashen as he slowly stood up: "Order the entire sect to assemble and take attendance! I need to see the exact list within a quarter of an hour!"

The overwhelming pressure from the peak of the Nascent Soul stage spread out, causing the entire second level of the secret realm to change color.

The results of the inventory plunged everyone into despair.

The Lingxiao Pavilion has a total of 1,073 people, from servants to elders.

Now, only 937 people remain.

The 136 missing people were all elites: 118 genius disciples and 18 Nascent Soul elders.

"This is tantamount to destroying the very foundation of my Lingxiao Pavilion..."

Yunyangzi looked up at the sky and sighed, a bloodthirsty light flashing in his eyes, "Is our foundation of hundreds of thousands of years going to be destroyed in an instant?"

"check!"

Xuanzhenzi uttered a single word, which resounded like thunder, "Use the 'Time Reversal Technique'! I'd like to see just who this person is, daring to run wild in my Lingxiao Pavilion!"

The three Supreme Elders rose into the air and stood in the center of the secret realm in a triangular formation.

With hands forming a mudra and ancient incantations chanted, spiritual energy surged forth from his body like a river bursting its banks.

"River of Time, heed my command, appear!"

The spiritual power of the three peak Nascent Soul cultivators converged, tearing a rift in the air.

Within the cracks, light and shadow shifted, and fragments of time swirled like snowflakes, gradually coalescing into a series of blurry images.

The scene rapidly rewinds: yesterday, the day before yesterday, the tenth day, January, March...