If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

This kind of infighting among high-level officials.

An ordinary disciple like him would be utterly destroyed if he even slightly touched the mark.

It's more practical to hide in the library and repair the classics.

Lin Wanqing nodded obediently.

He pushed the bag of dried fruit toward Mo Chengyue.

Of course she knows what's important.

Although the library was well-informed.

But this is also a place where you absolutely need to watch what you eat.

"Don't worry, senior brother."

"I was just telling you."

"However, there is one more strange thing."

Lin Wanqing lowered her voice and continued to share the strange stories she had heard.

I find this news even more perplexing than Ye Wushang's death.

"Those two rising stars in our sect who have been the most prominent in recent years."

"Ye Changfeng of Chaoyun Peak and Xiao Fan of Tiantai Peak."

"They went in this time too."

"But they were never seen before the site closed."

Lin Wanqing held up two fingers to indicate.

Mo Chengyue's pupils dilated.

The muscles in my back involuntarily tensed up.

An indescribable sense of crisis shot up my spine and straight to the top of my head.

Ye Changfeng and Xiao Fan did not return.

These two names might just be topics of casual conversation for ordinary disciples of the Hehuan Sect.

But for Mo Chengyue...

This is tantamount to two time bombs that could explode at any moment.

He knew exactly what these two people were like.

One is a chosen one with extraordinary swordsmanship talent and possesses a great treasure.

The other is the reborn demon emperor who acts domineeringly and uses bizarre methods.

How could a character with such a protagonist's aura die so easily in the ruins?

"What do you say about their soul lamps?"

Mo Chengyue tried his best to control his tone of voice.

Make it sound like ordinary concern for two missing disciples.

But his palms were already covered in a fine layer of sweat.

"That's the strangest thing."

Lin Wanqing spread her hands.

His round face was full of confusion.

"The elders of the Soul Lamp Hall have examined it carefully."

"Their life-giving spirit lamps have not been extinguished."

"On the contrary, it burned even more fiercely than before."

Even the color of the lamp flame turned pure gold.

"The sect's higher-ups speculate that they were likely forcibly teleported to other realms or unknown small worlds at the moment the ruins collapsed."

Lin Wanqing laid out all the elders' speculations.

She thought the two of them were really lucky.

They were able to escape the final strangulation by the ruins.

But to Mo Chengyue...

This is absolutely the worst news.

The increasingly bright glow of the soul lamps proved that these two monsters were not only alive.

Instead, they gained an incredible opportunity in that desperate situation.

Breaking through to a higher level is a foregone conclusion.

Once they returned from that unknown teleportation point, the kings would be at peace.

With Ye Changfeng's persistent and determined spirit and Xiao Fan's domineering personality of seeking revenge.

They will turn the entire Hehuan Sect and even the cultivation world upside down.

Especially Xiao Fan.

That guy never acts reasonably.

Anyone who stands in his way will be crushed.

Mo Chengyue picked up the cup of herbal tea that had already cooled down.

He tilted his head back and poured it all into his mouth.

The bitter tea flowed down my throat.

He forcibly suppressed the surging vigilance and unease within him.

He originally thought that after the trip to the ruins, he would have a peaceful period of leisure.

With the help of the arrogant elder of Ice Soul Peak, he slowly improved his cultivation.

Now it seems...

There is no such thing as peace and stability in the cultivation world.

Those two sharp swords hanging overhead were only temporarily hidden deep within the clouds.

When they fall again, it will surely be a devastating and earth-shattering battle.

"Senior brother, why do you look so pale?"

"Is your injury not fully healed yet?"

Lin Wanqing saw that Mo Chengyue's face had turned pale.

He quickly pulled out a small white jade bottle from under the counter and handed it over.

Inside were several blood-activating pills she had bought with her savings.

Mo Chengyue looked at his junior sister, whose face was full of worry.

My anxiety subsided a little.

At least in this cold, demonic sect.

There is also a comforting kindness.

"fine."

"Perhaps the tea was brewed too strong and upset my stomach."

Mo Chengyue gave a signature wry smile.

I didn't go to pick up the jade bottle.

He tucked his hands into his sleeves.

He reverted to his timid and submissive corporate slave persona.

Since the storm was bound to come sooner or later.

All I can do now is desperately dig trenches during this brief period of peace.

We need to cling even tighter to Leng Yuexin's coattails.

The grumpy peacock demon in the bamboo forest behind the mountain can also serve as a strong defensive line.

As for those senior sisters with their different personalities...

It is even more necessary to manage it properly using the Yin-Yang Virtue and Harmony Classic.

The true essence of the Way of the Dead is never to sit idly by and wait for death.

Instead, they pile up all the shields in front of themselves before disaster strikes.

He glanced at the pile of Foundation Establishment stage handwritten classics on the table that needed repair.

Take out the top book.

He picked up the talisman pen next to him, which was showing signs of hair loss.

"Junior sister."

"Please bring me the array diagrams from the third floor of the Scripture Pavilion."

"I always felt that our sect's protective formation was not quite secure."

Mo Chengyue lowered his head and began to work.

The tone was flat.

Lin Wanqing had no suspicions.

He responded cheerfully and turned to search for classic books deep within the bookshelf.

-

Mo Chengyue dragged his weary steps up the bluestone steps of Qingquan Peak.

The afterglow of the setting sun cast his shadow long.

After sitting in the library all day repairing those tattered books, he now felt dizzy and lightheaded.

He reached up and rubbed his aching lower back, thinking about brewing himself a pot of Snow Mist Tea to perk himself up when he got back.

When he turned the last bend and saw the figure under the peach tree in front of his cave,

Their steps came to an abrupt halt, as if frozen in place.

Xie Buci leaned against the tree trunk with his clothes half-open.

Those naturally affectionate peach blossom eyes were looking at him with a half-smile.

"Junior brother is quite capable; he went out for a while and didn't even recognize his own home."

Xie Buci swirled the white jade wine cup in his hand, a dangerously mischievous smile playing on his lips.

Mo Chengyue felt a cold sweat break out on his back and immediately put on his signature obsequious fake smile.

"Senior Brother, what are you saying? I'm just working at the Scripture Pavilion to earn some extra money."

While laughing it off, he calmly calculated his escape route.

Last night, we built a loft for that ancestor Jin Qiaoqiao.

He uprooted the century-old iron tree in the eldest brother's courtyard completely.

Now that the creditors have come knocking, it seems I can't escape this beating.

"Earning a little bit of silver is certainly a good thing."

"You may be making money, but why did you have to go and work as a lumberjack in my yard?"

Xie Buci brought the white jade wine cup to his lips and took a sip.

His gaze swept over Mo Chengyue, taking him in and out.

"Oh dear! My good senior brother."

"Please don't misunderstand, it was Senior Jin who insisted on building the house with ironwood."

Mo Chengyue decisively shifted the blame to the peacock demon, his face showing a look of utter helplessness and bitterness.

"That senior Jin, who is in the Transformation stage, is a living Yama whom we cannot afford to offend."

"Junior brother, I was forced to resort to this tactic."

He tearfully defended himself, trying to evoke some sympathy from his senior brother.

"When I'm forced to, I can just pull out all those precious things I use to enhance my elegance."

"Do you know how wonderful the artistic conception can be created by those iron trees paired with peach blossoms and miasma?"

Xie Buci put down his wine cup, straightened up, and walked towards Mo Chengyue.

Mo Chengyue swallowed hard and kept backing away.

"Senior brother, please calm down. I'll go to the outer sect market and buy you a new batch of seeds. I guarantee they'll grow even more lushly than before."

He waved his hands repeatedly, begging for mercy, demonstrating the spirit of humility to the extreme.

"By the time you grow them, all those junior sisters will have run away."

"You wretched thing who ruined my marriage, you'd better learn your lesson today."

Xie Buci's figure left an afterimage in the same spot.

The speed of the Heavenly Dragon Step is so fast that it is impossible to see it.