After I left the sect, the entire sect knelt down and begged for forgiveness.

Little did it know that once entangled by the vines, it would be difficult to get rid of them.

After the other Moonlight Vines were plundered, they showed signs of decay and depletion, and the King of Vines was naturally not spared either.

Having successfully obtained the Moonlight Vine King, her spiritual power was nearly exhausted.

Although she was not injured in the battle, she had almost exhausted her spiritual energy. Her immediate priority was to enter the space, recuperate properly, and replenish her spiritual energy with spirit stones.

Otherwise, if someone tries to take advantage of her and kill her to steal her treasure, she won't have enough spiritual power to resist!

Fortunately, it was late at night, and according to the habits of most cultivators, they had already set up camp to rest, and few people were moving around, so they did not encounter any other cultivators.

After successfully entering the space with Tangyuan, she took out the Vine King, which was sealed with a talisman, to examine it closely.

Its branches have all been cut off, so it looks like an ordinary root, plain and unremarkable!

Is it some kind of rare and precious treasure?

It doesn't look like it at all!
She couldn't tell that anything was wrong, and in the end, she didn't even eat it.

The spirit is currently in a deep sleep and cannot be woken up; she doesn't know how to feed it.

Looking at the white crocodile resting by the pool, he reached out and tapped it: "Hey, how do I feed this to the bow spirit? It can't just swallow it like a cactus."

The spirit of the Crimson Crown Divine Bow cannot even maintain its form at present; it is merely a wisp of consciousness, and a particularly weak one at that.

It's estimated that no one will need to strike it; the consciousness will dissipate on its own after the bow has been held for a while.

"I'm not a weapon refiner, how would I know?" Amit said without even lifting an eyelid.

"Huh? Do I still need to use the knowledge of weapon crafting?" Lin Yan put the Vine King into the box and added another layer of seal.

She knew absolutely nothing about weapon crafting...

She is not omniscient or omnipotent; being able to master three major disciplines is already quite remarkable.

She wanted to learn anything that was useful to her, but her energy and talent were limited, and there was nothing she could do if she just couldn't grasp some things.

Forget it, let's wait until the bow spirit wakes up before we talk about it.

She only dared to come out after replenishing her spiritual energy in the space.

Time is not equal in the space and the secret realm; it is daytime in the space, but nighttime in the secret realm.

The moon was high in the sky; it should have been a peaceful night, but instead, we saw Mohist disciples sneaking around.

She dislikes uncovering other people's secrets the most, as it makes her an easy target for those who might then kill her to silence her.

Fate loves to play tricks on her, making her stumble upon someone else's secret, as if it were afraid she wouldn't die.

The Mo family set up an array in the pine forest, and put several lumps of something inside.

She recognized it from afar; it looked familiar, like she'd seen it somewhere before…

I remember now! Wasn't that thing a demonic seed that hadn't yet been parasitized?
If the deformed offspring of demons are not implanted in cultivators, they must be raised in a blood pool or a specific solution pool, otherwise they will easily die.

When planted on a cultivator, it uses the cultivator's body as its defensive shell, secretly absorbing nutrients from the cultivator's body to slowly grow stronger, waiting to be awakened in the future.

Now, through breeding and cultivation, they are able to live outside the blood pool and the cultivator's body.
She sensed that the deformed child was evolving and becoming stronger, which meant that the demon race was becoming more and more powerful!

It seems that Mu City was just a small experimental site, and there must be other bases for cultivating demon seeds in other cities.

Powerful demons cannot escape from the Demon Realm, but deformed children who are too weak to survive without their mothers can leave.

First, bring out the weaker demonic seeds, and then plant some of them in the bodies of cultivators to parasitize them, thus taking over their bodies without anyone knowing.

The other part was gradually nurtured and strengthened, enabling them to survive independently. The demons intended to gradually devour the entire Canghai Continent through this method.

Lin Yan realized she had uncovered a major conspiracy and immediately used a recording stone to record it, gathering evidence.

The fact that such a large family would collude with the demons is the most shocking thing.

If the number one family is like this, what about the other sects?

Thinking of this, she suddenly froze, her heart pounding with fear.

If the Mohist school was infiltrated by demons and occupied a very important position, what about the Miaofa Sect?

Does the Miaofa Sect have any members of the demon race? For example, elders who have been possessed by demons, or disciples who have been implanted with demonic seeds.

The Miaofa Sect's mountain gate has a demon-detecting and demon-exorcising formation, and when recruiting disciples, they must pass the Heart Mirror Trial, making it impossible for parasitic demons to hide.

But what if an elder or other Golden Core cultivator were secretly implanted with a demonic seed?

The demonic seed is weak and difficult to detect during its incubation period. The body of a Golden Core cultivator is a good barrier, so it is possible for it to be brought into the Myriad Dharma Sect in this way.

It's safe to say that the methods used by the demons to infiltrate are now virtually impossible to defend against!
If there are also lurking demons in the Myobo Sect, it's hard to imagine what might happen!
She dared not let her mind wander any further. After recording the evidence, she marked the spot and continued to follow at a distance.

With the hairpin given to her by Venerable Rong Ce, her disguise and concealment skills reached a new level, and the Mohist disciples did not notice her following them at all.

At the entrance to the secret realm, she saw about twenty Mohist disciples, but here there were only ten, suggesting they had split into two groups.

If demonic seeds are released into the secret realm, won't the cultivators who enter here in the future become the demonic seeds' testing ground and hunting ground?

Lin Yan waited until they were stationed and rested, and then made her move.

However, waiting until they rested was not a good time to take action.

These Mohist disciples were also cunning; when they encountered other teams, they would show friendliness and discuss with them about setting up camp together.

The other teams agreed.

After all, in the secret realm, there is strength in numbers, and even if monsters attack, they can rely on their numbers to defend themselves.

Lin Yan didn't leave immediately after losing her chance to make a move; instead, she lay in wait for the next opportunity.

As night fell again, heavy snow fell, and the temperature was even lower than during the day. Even the lower-quality defensive robes could not keep out the cold.

After discussing it, the disciples who had set up the defensive tents took out spirit stones and set up a simple isolation array to resist the falling snow.

A disciple of the Mohist school took out a spirit stone and lit a bonfire on the ground to increase the temperature inside the barrier.

He pulled out dozens of high-grade spirit stones. Everyone looked at him with gratitude, deeply thankful.

He appeared kind and compassionate, and volunteered to stay and keep watch.

As the campfire was lit and the temperature rose, the disciples, who had been chilled, felt much better. Before long, their tense nerves relaxed and they began to feel sleepy.

"Everyone, go and rest. Two people can stay here to keep watch at night," said the Mo family disciple who volunteered to keep watch.

Everyone was so tired that they crawled into the tent to rest.

The disciple sat down in front of the campfire, which burned, and wisps of smoke, barely visible, drifted silently into the tent.

The others were thus dragged into a sweet dream, their perception of the outside world diminished, as if they had been given anesthesia.

Several Mohist disciples emerged from their tents and cautiously began to lift the covers of the others. (End of Chapter)