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A dark shadow moved swiftly through the forest like a ghost.

A sense of unease flickered in Gui Zhang's heart.

The medicinal puppets he had set up on Xiaguang Mountain were suddenly mostly cut off from their connections, so when he parted ways with Cangsong Lao'er, he asked him to take Tangxi away.

Daoist Cangsong only provides Yin energy; without the secret method, one can only command the medicine puppet but cannot perceive it.

Only a top-tier sect could sever his connection in an instant. Luofu Water Pavilion, located far away in Dongjian, had no way of stopping him.

What could the doctors of Hundred Flowers Valley use to stop him? A needle?

As for the Sword Forging Manor, that's even more impossible.

If the other party had noticed it earlier, he wouldn't have had the chance to harm Tang Xi.

Only one option remains—Taihang Temple.

Although fortune-telling is just a medical practice, and Gui Zhang has never believed in fate, these Taoist priests do have some skills. If they really discover this, it will inevitably cause some trouble.

He had already taken the initiative to harm the young Taoist priest with the mimosa flower in order to prevent the Taihang Temple from sending more people. However, he did not expect that these people would arrive so quickly.

So he sent the old pine tree to be his scapegoat, while he quietly went down the mountain. In any case, he had already achieved the purpose of this mission, so there was no need to lose his own life.

Gui Zhang's feet moved like a blur, and he was about to see the path down the mountain when an arrow covered in sparks shot toward his face.

His pupils contracted beneath the mask, and he quickly turned his head away. The arrow grazed his face and mask, embedding itself directly in the wooden stake behind him.

Clang.

The mask fell to the ground, and in an instant, the surroundings were brightly lit. A group of people dressed in Taoist robes held torches, illuminating his face.

It turned out that the face beneath the ghost mask had a black line that stretched from the corner of the eye all the way down to the neck.

"It really is you."

A middle-aged man walked through the crowd. He was also wearing a Taoist robe, but his hair was slightly disheveled. Although he had a dignified appearance, he had a certain unruly air about him.

"Hey, isn't this the infamous, perennial runner-up of Taihang Temple, Chu Kezi?"

"Long time no see."

Gui Zhang revealed a wicked smile, which made the black markings on his face look even more sinister.

Seeing that Gui Zhang wanted to use a provocation tactic, Chu Kezi didn't hold back either, cursing at the man before him: "Back then, the two young masters of the Alliance attacked Wuxiang Gate."

"Two of the four sect masters are dead, and two are injured, including your Ghost Sect Master, right? You're nothing but a pathetic stray dog ​​now."

"All we can do is bark and howl here."

He lifted his eyelids, his eyes sharp enough to kill.

Among the Taoists who came with Chu Kezi were quite a few young men, and upon hearing this curse, they were all secretly suppressing their laughter. Their second senior uncle's cursing skills had improved more and more.

Knowing he was now trapped, Gui Zhang, unwilling to suffer humiliation, shouted before his death: "My Wuxiang Sect has returned with renewed vigor! Who can withstand the might of our sect leader?"

After saying this, he gritted his teeth and crushed the poison pill hidden between his teeth, and died from the poison in no time.

Looking at the corpse before him, Chu Kezi coldly said, "Burn the body, so as not to frighten others."

Meanwhile, Cangsong Daoist focused his gaze on Su Ning, and after defeating the two, he flew towards Su Ning.

During the struggle, he already knew that the ghostly scepter was going to abandon him. This young Taoist priest was at the prime of his life, and his physical strength and endurance were a thousand times better than his.

What's more, there's Yue Zijin, who can counter his techniques. He's old now, and even if he dies, he'll take someone down with him!

Thinking of this, his gaze towards Su Ning grew even more ruthless. When he was only a few steps away, he burst into laughter: "Then you, little girl, will be buried with me!"

Without a second thought, Yue Zi rushed forward, cursing, "You old thief, now that it's dark and windy, you're indulging in daydreams!"

Another figure rushed forward like lightning, his sword moving so fast it was like a blur, while the Taoist Cangsong paused in mid-air for a moment for some reason.

Su Ning took a barely perceptible step back.

In that very instant, Lin Ci's young orphan had already pierced through the opponent's chest, and Yue Zijin activated the Shouyang Meridian, his palm strike possessing a fiery momentum, slamming into the opponent's back.

Before he died, the Taoist Cangsong's eyes were wide open, as if he was unwilling to accept his fate. After Lin Ci drew his sword, he fell headfirst into the ground.

Su Ning tucked the hairpin into her sleeve, while Yue Zijin stepped forward to ask with concern, "Su Su, are you alright? Were you frightened?"

Su Ning looked up at him. He was breathing heavily, his forehead was covered in sweat, but his lips were red and his teeth were white, and he looked full of vitality.

The boy's eyebrows and eyes were exceptionally lively, with the corners of his eyes slightly upturned, exuding youthful spirit. He looked at you so earnestly, yet his pupils were round and round, like some kind of large dog that would rub against your leg and act cute if you touched it.

Su Ning suppressed the urge to pat his head and nodded to him, "I'm fine. After seeing so many things, ordinary things can't scare me anymore."

Lin Ci, meanwhile, examined the corpse of the Taoist Cangsong, slightly puzzled.

The Taoist Cangsong was already at his limit. His sword was much faster than his speed. Even if he rushed towards Su Ning, he could not have hurt her. What puzzled him was the moment he paused in the air.

He turned his head, only to suddenly meet a pair of affectionate eyes, and fragments of memories from the stone chamber resurfaced in his mind.

He awkwardly looked away, but a blush quietly appeared on the tips of his ears.

Su Ning touched the butterfly on the hairpin with her hands hidden in her sleeves. It was only after Xiao Qi leveled up that she realized that the Butterfly Dance Hairpin could shoot out invisible and invisible hidden weapons by pressing the butterfly's wings.

If a hidden weapon is inserted into the body, no one will know the cause of death unless the person who was hit is disemboweled.

She believed in Lin Ci's sword, but she believed in herself even more.

A sound came from the woods. Yue Zijin had just been about to go and check on Tangxi, but the two of them had already come out.

Tangxi was accompanied by Sun Sanniang, and only when they got closer did they realize that she was dragging someone along with her.

Blood flowed along the road, and the woman's body was covered in wounds.

She tossed Shen Lian in front of Li Yuan, her pale lips slightly parted, "Miss Chu, Tangxi has avenged you."

Li Yuan's empty eyes brightened slightly. Although Shen Lian was seriously injured, Tang Xi refused to let her die, keeping her alive and making her feel the pain of having her flesh cut off.

He looked at Shen Lian, who was now unrecognizable, gritted his teeth, and with red eyes, snatched the sword from Tang Xi's hand and plunged it into the heart of the person on the ground.

The group remained silent, watching Li Yuan's thin, sobbing figure. Of the four members of the Nine Nether Sect, only he remained.

"Where is Pei Yunlian? Since that old thief Cangsong could threaten me with his sword, he certainly won't kill me casually. Let's set off immediately and search Xiaguang Mountain thoroughly." Tangxi said excitedly.

Su Ning looked at her; she was even more disheveled than Yue Zijin, covered in blood and grime, her hair matted and gray.

"Just like you said, Pei Yunlian isn't in a hurry. Why don't you take a break first?" Yue Zijin asked hesitantly.

He even lowered his voice, because his sixth sense told him that Tangxi was not someone to be trifled with these days.

Tang Xi glared at Yue Zijin, who immediately hid behind Su Ning, closing her eyes and crying, "Su Su, save me!"

Just then, the first rays of dawn shone on Su Ning's face. The mountains were still shrouded in a dark green hue, and the sea of ​​clouds surged like splashed ink, creating boundless silver waves. The night and the dawn wove together into a pale blue at the horizon.

Above Guangji Temple, a sea of ​​clouds floated and swayed, golden light changing with the flowing clouds. Dewdrops on bamboo leaves rolled down the veins and fell into the mountain stream, splashing up tiny golden light.

"It's Buddha's light!" Yue Zijin exclaimed in surprise.

Everyone looked up at this magnificent scene, as if it were a reward for the victor.

Two figures emerged from the mist: You Xunchun, dressed in bamboo green, and Pei Yunlian, whose fate was unknown, perched on his shoulder.