Only three seconds? He's already the Lord of All Realms, so it doesn't matter.

"Senior brother, how do we divide this?"

Ye Xuan landed gracefully and walked towards the earth dragon's corpse. He lightly touched its head with his fingertip and probed into it with his senses.

Deep within the skull, a golden crystal was indeed embedded, larger and with a purer luster than the one obtained the day before.

"This, of course, is what we agreed on beforehand: a 50/50 split."

Fang Zhengge's voice came from behind, calm with a deliberate ease.

Ye Xuan did not turn around, but continued to use his spiritual power to draw out the golden crystal. For the task of hunting earth dragons, the Star-Picking Hall only required the submission of the scales, and the golden crystal could be sold separately or kept by himself.

Seeing that Ye Xuan was more interested in the golden crystal, Fang Zhengge said:

"How about this golden crystal is yours, and the earth dragon is mine... What do you think, my friend?"

Fang Zhengge, still smiling, slowly walked towards him.

"What do you mean, Senior Brother?"

"You're not him, you can't fool me."

At this moment, Fang Zhengge was more pleased with himself. He looked at the young man in front of him, so he couldn't figure out his cultivation level, but seeing that the young man was panting after triggering the descent from the sky, he figured that things were still under his control.

"The first three mentioned Zhao Wu to me, so I knew about him from the moment you first entered the sect."

He paused, his gaze falling on the dusty wooden plaque at Ye Xuan's waist, and continued:

"Moreover, it doesn't make sense that a mere Foundation Establishment Level 5 disciple could summon thunderclouds and influence celestial phenomena."

Facing Fang Zhengge, Ye Xuan simply looked at him quietly. "So?"

"What are you planning, senior brother? To kill me to silence me, or...?"

Fang Zhengge's smile gradually faded, and he said with a hint of self-deprecation:

"Kill him to silence him? I'm afraid I don't have that ability."

I don't care who you are, nor do I care why you impersonated Zhao Wu and infiltrated the Holy Sect.

He took a step forward, lowering his voice, "What I care about is what you can do, fellow Daoist."

Ye Xuan also became interested at this moment, and the white light gathered at his fingertips quietly dissipated.

Fang Zhengge took out a roll of animal hide map from his storage bag and spread it out on the ground.

The map was drawn with great detail, marking the ley lines in the wasteland. Three of these ley lines were circled in vermilion, which were the locations where they planned to hunt the earth dragons.

In addition, there is a marker on the edge of the map, which is a canyon located deep in the wasteland, with a line of small text written next to the marker—

"The ancient mansion remains, and its restrictions have not been broken."

"An ancient ruins?"

Ye Xuan's gaze sharpened. It is said that the Longevity Realm has a long history and there are many relics left by ancient cultivators. However, most of them have been explored by various sects. The wasteland is close to the Holy Sect, so there are still undiscovered ruins.

"I stumbled upon this some time ago when I was on a mission in the wilderness and encountered a natural disaster, which led me to wander into this place by chance."

However, the outer defenses of that ruined mansion were extremely strong, and I tried several times, but all my attempts failed.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at Ye Xuan.

"So, want to go check it out? We'll still split the profits 50/50."

Having said that, Ye Xuan understood, but he still had one question.

"I think you've changed your mind, haven't you? If I hadn't been able to trigger the celestial phenomenon just now, I'm afraid you would have chosen a different method."

When Ye Xuan looked at him again, there was a hint of killing intent in his eyes.

"If I kill you, why must it be split 50/50..."

Having said that, a sliver of white light re-condensed at his fingertips. Seeing the situation, Fang Zhengge was not in a hurry.

"You can give it a try. Besides, this map is fake; the real route is only in my mind."

He pointed to his forehead, his tone resolute. However, Ye Xuan did not tell him that his Immortal Willow Technique could both easily kill him and arbitrarily strip him of his memories...

Since there are people helping out, and you don't have to do everything yourself, why not?

"To be honest, I've been stuck at the Foundation Establishment stage for a year now."

"I'm only here to seek an opportunity, and I won't report your identity when I get back."

Ye Xuan pondered for a moment and nodded.

"Can."

"Alright! Let's set off now."

Fang Zhengge's eyes lit up, and he took out the map again. "Wait, isn't this map fake?"

"Truth and falsehood intertwined."

Ye Xuan was speechless for a moment, and at the same time, he was a little curious about what Fang Zhengge's confidence in protecting himself came from.

"Sandstorms have been frequent lately, and we need to get there in about an hour."

Fang Zhengge put away the map, and the two of them, without further delay, each activated their travel talismans and transformed into streaks of light, rushing towards the depths of the wasteland.

Deep in the wilderness, the wind began to pick up.

From a distance, a sandstorm vortex had already formed in the center, its powerful suction drawing in all the surrounding dust and debris.

If a Foundation Establishment cultivator does not have protective means or magical artifacts, and is swept into a sandstorm while carrying it, they will be torn to pieces.

"Follow me closely and barge in."

Fang Zhengge had just finished speaking when he detonated another travel talisman. At the same time, three white jade shields surrounded his body, and he charged straight into the sandstorm.

Ye Xuan no longer had the travel talisman, but he did have a protective shield left behind by Qian San, though he might not need to go through all that trouble.

She put the Holy Sect Daoist robe she was wearing into her storage bag, and her whole body was enveloped in a mixture of blue and white energy.

I followed Fang Zhengge closely, on the edge of the sandstorm, where the wind was at its fiercest.

He could only roughly see Ye Xuan's situation, "He really has a lot of tricks up his sleeve."

After a sigh, Fang Zhengge suddenly accelerated and crashed headfirst into the sandstorm.

Ye Xuan followed closely behind. When the two arrived at the center of the sandstorm, the violent winds weakened, leaving only calm.

"The interior is calm, but the exterior is a constantly changing space."

Fang Zhengge took out a bronze mirror of a different style from his bosom, and then, through the barrier of the sandstorm, he could glimpse some of the outside scenery.

As he said, the scenery outside changes every fifteen minutes.

As the sandstorm shifted its position, Fang Zhengge detonated another travel talisman in a spot in a exposed canyon and leaped out.

Before me, the sand dunes rippled out like water, replaced by a narrow crevice with towering rock walls on both sides that almost blocked out the sunlight, with only a sliver of dim yellow light seeping in from the top.

The air was filled with the damp, earthy smell, a stark contrast to the dryness of the wilderness.

"This is it."

Fang Zhengge landed, put away the remaining spiritual light of the travel talisman, walked to the rock wall, and placed his hand on an inconspicuous indentation.

As spiritual energy was injected, pale golden patterns appeared on the surface of the rock wall, slowly spreading outwards and eventually coalescing into an illusory portal in front of the two.

Ye Xuan stared at the doorway, focusing his senses on it, and could clearly perceive the oppressive feeling it contained.

"The restriction is very strong; it contains more than just magic arrays."

"Yes, last time I used a barrier-breaking talisman, but it could only barely tear open a gap, not enough to allow a person to pass through."

Fang Zhengge took out a yellowed talisman from his pocket; the edges were already scorched.