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Mu Qingqing raised her head, revealing a delicate and gentle face. She smiled and said softly, "It's nothing special, they just happen to respond to me."

"Elder Han said that plants and trees have spirits. If you treat them with care, they will naturally repay you."

She looked at the vibrant herbs before her, her eyes filled with joy and satisfaction.

Although her own aptitude wasn't top-tier and her combat talent was far inferior to Jin Hao's, she found her own way to contribute to the sect. This feeling of being needed made her feel incredibly fulfilled.

Not far away, on a bare boulder, Shi Jian, with dark skin and a sturdy build, was crawling in a strange posture, as if he had merged with the rock beneath him, and even his breathing had become barely perceptible.

He did not practice the mainstream techniques of the Qingyun Sect, but rather a family-inherited earth-based technique called "Rock Stone Technique" that emphasized concealment, defense, and earth perception.

In previous patrol and guard missions, he repeatedly used this skill to detect dangers in advance and avoid losses.

At this moment, he was trying to further enhance his concealment ability by following some concealment techniques that Shen Mo had privately taught him, combined with the "Rock Solid Technique".

He could feel the spiritual veins flowing like rivers deep within the earth beneath his feet, and further away, a faint, unsettling fluctuation, carrying a bloody and malevolent aura, seemed to be faintly emanating from.

He frowned, noted the feeling in his mind, and prepared to report it to the senior student on duty later.

These new disciples, like streams flowing into a river, have each found their place in this tightly running sect machine in their own way, and are growing rapidly.

However, among all the new shoots, the most eye-catching was a quiet figure that was almost forgotten—A Yuan.

She still stays in the deepest corner of the herb garden every day, taking care of those seemingly ordinary spiritual plants that contain her painstaking efforts.

Unlike usual, a faint worry has been lingering between her brows these past few days.

Especially when she touched the most sensitive "Heart-Cleansing Clover" and "Warning Lily of the Valley", she could always feel a deeper and more violent unease from the subtle curling of the leaves and the silent trembling of the flowers, far beyond the tense atmosphere of the sect.

This unease did not originate from the Xuan Yin Sect, which was eyeing the mountain gate with predatory intent, but rather from a more distant place, carrying with it a strong aura of bloodshed, slaughter, and...death. It was as if countless lives were wailing, and the earth was weeping blood.

At first, she thought it was her imagination or due to excessive tension.

But over the next few days, this feeling not only did not diminish, but became clearer and clearer as time went on, like a dark cloud pressing down on her heart.

Even the "Seven-Colored Evening Primrose" that she planted herself, which already possessed a faint spirituality and was usually the most lively, had looked somewhat wilted these past few days, and its petals had lost some of their luster when they bloomed at night.

"You...felt it too, didn't you?" A-Yuan squatted down beside the evening primrose, extending her slender fingers to gently stroke the delicate petals, murmuring to herself. The evening primrose trembled slightly, as if in response.

This was no illusion. A resolute glint flashed in A Yuan's eyes. Although her cultivation was low, this strange perception of plants and the aura of nature had helped her avoid danger many times and had also helped the sect in small ways. This time, the feeling was so strong and ominous that she could not ignore it.

She stood up, straightened her slightly wrinkled dress, and headed towards the main hall of the sect leader on the main peak. Along the way, she only nodded absentmindedly to familiar disciples who greeted her, her steps hurried.

Outside the main hall, the disciples on duty recognized their junior sister, A Yuan, who was usually quiet but was occasionally asked about by the sect leader. Seeing her solemn expression, they dared not delay and immediately went inside to inform her.

A moment later, Shen Moping's calm voice came from inside the cave: "Come in."

A Yuan stepped into the cave. The light inside was soft, and Shen Mo was still sitting cross-legged on the futon, his aura profound, as if he were one with the surrounding world.

"Disciple A Yuan greets Senior Brother Sect Leader." A Yuan bowed respectfully, her voice trembling slightly.

"No need for formalities." Shen Mo's gaze fell on her, with a hint of inquiry, "What brings you in such a hurry?"

A-Yuan raised her head, her clear eyes filled with worry, and recounted the distant and violent aura she had sensed from the abnormality of the spiritual herbs over the past few days, without embellishment, simply describing the heart-pounding feeling.

"...Sect Leader, my cultivation is shallow, and I should not make presumptuous speculations. But this time, the feeling is unusually clear and lasting, which is definitely not ordinary. Although spiritual herbs are silent, they are spiritual in nature and are most sensitive to calamities and evil energy."

"This disciple is worried... whether a large-scale war or calamity has occurred in the distance, and its malevolent aura is already subtly affecting this place? Perhaps... perhaps it will have some impact on the sect's fortune?"

After speaking, A-Yuan lowered her head somewhat nervously. She didn't know if her words would be considered nonsense.

Shen Mo listened quietly, his face revealing neither joy nor anger. But if one looked closely, one would notice a faint hint of surprise and understanding flashing deep in his eyes.

He had long known through the system and the Treasure Pavilion that a war was about to break out in the Black Wind Mountains, and that he was even the one who had orchestrated it.

Unexpectedly, this child, A Yuan, was able to vaguely sense the precursors to the bloody storm that was about to erupt thousands of miles away, despite her meager cultivation and peculiar talent! This spiritual perception is simply unbelievable!

"What you perceive is not an illusion," Shen Mo said slowly, confirming A Yuan's guess.

A-Yuan suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with surprise.

Shen Mo did not explain the source of the information, but simply said, "There has indeed been a change in the distance, which matches your perception. I am already aware of this matter, so you don't need to worry too much. The sect has its own way of dealing with it."

He paused, looked at A-Yuan, and softened his tone: "Your attention to this and timely reporting are commendable. This keenness to the aura of nature is your talent and a blessing to the sect. In the future, if you perceive any unusual phenomena, no matter how small, you can report them to me at any time."

Hearing her senior brother's affirmation and encouragement, A-Yuan felt a great weight lifted from her heart, and a surge of warmth and excitement welled up within her. She quickly bowed and said, "Disciple obeys! I will do my utmost!"

"Yes, go ahead. The matter of the herb garden should not be neglected either." Shen Mo waved his hand.

"Yes! This disciple takes her leave!" A-Yuan bowed again and left the main hall. Stepping outside, the sunlight shone on her, and she felt the gloom in her heart dissipate considerably.

Although the crisis in the distance still exists, she felt extremely at ease knowing that her senior brother, the sect leader, had already foreseen it and made arrangements.

The three-day period has come to an end.

Outside Qingyun Mountain, in the Xuan Yin Sect camp, the oppressive silence was finally broken.

Inside the large black tent where Master Guiyin sat cross-legged, the atmosphere was as heavy as the deathly stillness before a storm.

The skull rosary in his hand was creaking from being twisted, and his green eyes flickered with a mixture of anxiety, doubt, greed, and murderous intent, like boiling venom.

The news coming from the Black Wind Mountains is becoming increasingly confusing and cryptic.