After infiltrating the main characters' group, I became the most beautiful woman in the world.

With his internal energy gathered together, Yue Zijin felt his whole body burning hot, and his palms seemed to have boundless power.

He opened his eyes and instinctively slapped his palm into the distance, the scorching wind from his palm raising the temperature in the room considerably.

The strong wind, carrying a wave of heat, burned the distant skeleton to ashes with a loud "boom".

Yue Zijin stared at his palm in disbelief. Was this really him?

"This Shouyang Scripture is truly domineering. The pure internal energy of just the first level is so powerful. If one cultivates to the third level, wouldn't it become a wildfire spreading like wildfire?" Yue Zijin murmured.

However, he soon scratched his head. According to the letter, the Shouyang Sutra was a classic example of something that was easy to learn but difficult to practice.

Although there are only three levels, the first level is merely for circulating internal energy, which can be considered as an entry point.

However, the second level is further divided into six key points, each level progressing in difficulty.

Lingxuzi stopped progressing after comprehending the fourth key, but he was only thirty years old when he was captured. If he hadn't been harmed by Cangsong Daoren, Yuezi believes he would have made further progress.

As for the third level, the letter only says that many years ago a senior master comprehended the third level, and at that time no one was his match.

But as far as he knew, no one else had succeeded since.

Yue Zi first put down the mental cultivation method, and then took out the Flaming Sun Blade Technique again to examine it carefully. With Ling Xuzi's annotations, it was not difficult to understand. However, since he had no blade to test it with, he could only put it aside.

The Shouyang Scripture is sufficient to deal with those immortal medicine puppets.

After carefully putting away the two cultivation manuals, Yue Zijin raised his hand to look at Ling Xuzi's remains.

Since he had learned the techniques, he could be considered to have become a disciple. His master's letter explained everything in detail, but it made no mention of any arrangements for him.

Yue Zijin secretly didn't want to leave the other person in this dark and hopeless prison.

Although he had no right to judge the other party's behavior, he still felt sorry for Ling Xuzi.

Cangsong Daoren's defection to the demonic sect was due to his own lack of resolve. What does it have to do with Lingxuzi? Moreover, the fact that the other party murdered his master and imprisoned his brother is an act of great treason, which shows that this person is ruthless and poisonous to the core.

Such a heartless scoundrel is not worthy of Lingxuzi's efforts to atone for his sins.

If it were him, he would never choose the same path as Ling Xuzi. He would leave the dungeon with that person, then diligently cultivate his skills, first destroy Cangsong Daoren, and avenge his deceased master.

Unfortunately, times change and the world transforms.

The world is blinded by the hypocritical mask of the Taoist Cangsong, but no one knows that Lingxuzi is such a kind and righteous person.

It's truly tragic and lamentable.

Fortunately, his master now has a disciple. Although the other party has long since passed away, as his disciple, he is determined to capture Cangsong Daoren and avenge his master and grandmaster.

Yue Zijin used his inner strength, and the scorching heat melted the skeleton in front of him little by little. He then took out a wooden box from his bag and carefully put the ashes into the box.

"Master, rest assured, your disciple will definitely capture the thief and avenge our sect."

Just as he was about to go out, a rumbling sound suddenly came from the wall, startling him. He immediately put the urn into a bag and then cautiously looked at the source of the sound.

What if the person who comes is Daoist Cangsong, and he still can't defeat him? If it's a medicine puppet, then it's worth a try.

Just as he was lost in thought, the plaster on the wall not far away fell off, revealing a stone door. Yue Zijin was lying in ambush nearby, ready to catch his opponent off guard if there was any unusual movement.

"You scoundrel, prepare to die! I want to avenge my master!" The boy's voice was filled with an indomitable spirit.

But as soon as the figure stepped out, he regretted it.

Unfortunately, once the palm strike was unleashed, he couldn't retract it and could only forcefully withdraw his power. At the same time, because his attack missed, he was knocked away by the opponent's sword sheath and fell face-first into the mud.

Su Ning was startled by Yue Zijin rushing out. He suddenly appeared out of nowhere and was about to strike them with a palm. Lin Ci reacted quickly and grabbed Su Ning's waist to dodge to the side.

She was forced to lean against the boy's chest, her hands pressed against his chest, the hem of her dress tracing a beautiful arc in the air.

Yue Zijin was not so lucky. Although he had just learned a powerful internal energy cultivation method, his reaction speed was not as fast as Lin Ci's, who had studied and practiced diligently since childhood.

After dodging his palm strike, Yue Zijin was not surprised that his opponent could turn around and strike him again. If his opponent had not seen his face clearly and restrained his strength, he would have been slapped until he vomited blood.

After a series of loud splashes...

Yue Zijin was rubbing her chest or her buttocks, feeling pain all over.

But he still subconsciously checked the wooden box in the bag, and only breathed a sigh of relief after finding that the box was unharmed.

In contrast, Lin Ci and Su Ning, standing to the side, only had their clothes slightly burned by the palm strike.

"Zijin, are you alright?"

Su Ning looked at Yue Zijin, who had been slammed against the wall, and felt worried. She immediately went forward to check on him, while Lin Ci watched as the other person broke free of the hand that was on her waist.

He watched as Su Ning helped Yue Zijin up with concern, and Yue Zijin returned the gesture with a silly smile.

He frowned, but ultimately did not step forward.

Yue Zijin rubbed her bottom, indicating that she was fine, and gave the other person a smile, "Su Su, how did you guys get out of the wall?"

"And you? What are you doing here? And what was that palm strike just now?" Su Ning asked in return.

The three of them then exchanged information.

Of course, the part about safflower poisoning has been omitted.

Upon hearing that the other party had almost been bullied in the temple, Yue Zijin became furious and shouted that he wanted to whip the corpse of that so-called Flower-Picking Master.

As for Lin Ci, after hearing about the other party's experience, she gave him a meaningful look. As expected of the chosen one approved by his master, even his luck is so good.

Su Ning, however, was worried about Tang Xi and Pei Yunlian, especially Pei Yunlian. She asked incredulously, "Are you sure that person chased after the man in black all by themselves? What if something happens?"

Yue Zijin sighed helplessly, "Yes, he wasn't usually this impulsive. I couldn't stop him at all."

Lin Ci interrupted their conversation, her eyes sharp: "In any case, the situation outside is far from optimistic. The Demonic Sect is cunning and ruthless; Pei Yunlian alone cannot withstand them."

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"Splash!" A basin of cold water was splashed on Tang Xi's face. Under the moonlight, water droplets dripped from the ends of her hair. Tang Xi's hands and feet were tied to a wooden stake. She slowly raised her head and looked at the black-robed man with a ghost mask who had come before her. She spat at him with all her might...