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Lingxiao Sect.

The discovery that several mischievous kids had run away together actually happened that afternoon.

The Third Elder didn't see Xie Mo come to the mental cultivation class. He casually asked around and found out that his precious darling had been imprisoned on the Cliff of Contemplation by Cheng Jiangui for half a year.

The old man only had this one precious child, whom he doted on and pampered every day, teaching him step by step until now. Upon hearing this, he immediately transformed into a wicked parent who doted on his brat, grabbing Cheng Jiangui by the ear and dragging him straight into the Cliff of Repentance, cursing as he went: "What do you mean by putting Xie Mo with those troublemakers? What if Xie Mo learns bad things from them?"

The Third Elder was even more worried: "The Cliff of Contemplation is fraught with danger. What if he gets injured because of it?"

Cheng Jiangui covered his head with his hands and surrendered on the spot, muttering to himself, "It can't be that bad, can it?"

He said lightly, "Third Elder, you are too worried about Xie Mo. No matter what, he is a cultivator and will leave Lingxiao Sect sooner or later."

"Besides, it seems like Xie Mo's time is running out..."

Cheng Jiangui's words were meaningful; he wasn't referring to Xie Mo's lifespan, but rather that the young man's cultivation had already reached the late Golden Core stage and he would soon break through to the peak of the Golden Core stage again.

I believe that I will have to undergo a tribulation soon.

The Third Elder paused, his tone irritated as he thought of this. "Of course I know."

Upon reaching the Cliff of Repentance, there was no one there, and the fire on the ground had been extinguished for a long time.

"Where is he?" the Third Elder asked anxiously.

Cheng Jiangui looked around and noticed that the space that was hidden by layers of tree shadows seemed to have changed slightly.

The two went down together and immediately saw the sect's patriarch outside the cave, holding a sign that read "I am waiting for the wind and for you on the Cliff of Contemplation," and wearing a small red flag on his head like a brothel's welcoming girl.

Cheng Jian returned to his spot, petrified.

The Third Elder observed for a moment and said, "It smells like a teleportation array."

He looked down at the feet of the ancestor, as if he understood something, and exclaimed in amazement: "These children have actually received the ancestor's inheritance."

"!!!"

Cheng Jiangui's petrification intensified.

When the wind blew, it seemed as if he had split open on the spot.

Some sect leaders caused trouble many times when they were young, stealing the Seven Star Sword from the ancestor and turning the sect he had worked so hard to build into the mess it is today. They were often scolded by the ancestor when they entered his dreams.

Upon seeing the ancestor's statue, Cheng Jiangui instinctively felt a chill run down his spine. He wrapped his clothes tighter, guiltily hid the Seven Star Sword behind his back, and secretly examined it from bottom to top, finally fixing his gaze on the small red flag.

Cheng Jiangui whispered, "Oh, so that's how you get into the inheritance."

He went to great lengths to obtain the inheritance, even washing and polishing the ancestor's statue for several days until it shone and dressing it in new clothes, only to be punished by being forced to kneel in the kneeling position.

After many years, Cheng Jiangui finally witnessed what it meant for the student to surpass the master, and he couldn't help but sigh at the person who did such a thing: "It must be Yun Xi, truly worthy of being personally chosen by the ancestor."

The Third Elder returned his gaze with a death stare.

The old man seemed to be raging, gritting his teeth: "Cheng Jiangui, if anything happens to Xie Mo, I will fight you to the death."

Cheng Jiangui stood obediently with his hands behind his back, in the posture of a primary school student being punished.

He was quite excited: "This is a good thing, Third Elder."

The Third Elder joined the sect long after the Ancestor ascended, recognizing Xie Mo's talent. Cheng Jiangui quickly introduced, "Our Ancestor was once the most famous sword and talisman dual cultivator on the Yuan Yue Continent."

The treasure left by our ancestors to the sect's sword cultivators is probably the Seven Star Sword in Cheng Jiangui's hands.

As for the inheritance of talisman cultivation, it has not been passed on to anyone to this day.

Cheng Jiangui bowed obsequiously to the Third Elder, adopting a friendly buddy-buddy stance: "The five of them went in, so the talisman cultivation inheritance can only be handed over to Xie Mo."

After all, Xie Mo is the only proper talisman cultivator.

Cheng Jiangui added, "Moreover, the Ancestor has a very good temper and is even better to the disciples of the sect."

He confidently stated, "I've been causing trouble for over a thousand years, and he still hasn't come down to kill me."

"..." The Third Elder rolled his eyes.

Considering Cheng Jiangui's overly annoying personality, she actually agreed with his last sentence.

"So be it."

As one of the most powerful talisman cultivators on the Yuan Yue Continent, how could he not have heard of the renowned reputation of the Lingxiao Sect's patriarch?

The Third Elder took a half step back and bowed solemnly to the stone statue, as if entrusting some important treasure to it in his heart.

He turned and left, saying, "That's for the best."

The Third Elder said, "I hope their lineage can last a long time, so that..."

"Xie Mo doesn't need to be so fixated on the Abyss of Ten Thousand Spirits."

……

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Five months have passed within the secret realm.

Xie Mo was still absorbing the inheritance, while the remaining few sat side by side on the small flat slope directly opposite him, lying down and looking at the sky.

Qi Jue counted the days: "There should be less than a month left before the opening of the Myriad Spirit Abyss."

The City of Blooming Flowers is located in the center of the Yuan Yue Continent. If you were to travel by sword, it would take at least ten days to get there, and even by flying boat, it would take at least three days.

In other words, if they really decide to venture into the secret realm, they should leave at least three days in advance.

Qi Jue shook the token. Since the day he entered, the token had lost its signal again. He sighed, "I wonder how the others formed their teams."

"You can make a simple guess."

Yunxi rolled around on the grass and accidentally bumped into Su Yuanshuang's pipa, wincing and rubbing her head in pain.

She scribbled on the ground: "The Wuji Sect probably has four Golden Core stage or higher talisman cultivators who can participate in the secret realm this time."

The information on the token was from before they came in. At that time, Wuji Sect had three Golden Core cultivators and one Foundation Establishment cultivator. It is estimated that during this period, no matter what, that person should have tried to break through.

If the four talisman cultivators are distributed among teams from other sects, there will only be four teams in total.

Nightfall added: "There are two other aristocratic families."

"Both the Xue and Yao families are families specializing in talisman cultivation. The two families together should have produced about ten Golden Core talisman cultivators."

If everyone forms their own teams, the number of teams entering the Abyss of Ten Thousand Spirits will double.

Even so, the number of participants would be far less than that of those participating in the River of No Return. The Myriad Spirits Abyss is such a secret realm with relatively few participants, but with fewer participants, the level of danger would be higher.

Ye Jin glanced at Yun hope lightly. While studying the team, the little girl went off-topic again and went to the side to write and draw, busy with something.

He asked, "Are you sure we want to participate?"

"certainly."

Yunxi raised an eyebrow, even showing a hint of anticipation: "I really want to go in and play."

Nightfall didn't know if she wanted to go in to play in the secret realm, or to play with her senior brother...

Fortunately, it wasn't a self-inflicted wound.

After a brief moment of thought, he didn't object.

There was even a hint of anticipation in the boy's eyes.

To be honest, he also really hoped that his second senior brother could enter the secret realm. After all, once he knew that his brother had entered, he wouldn't have to take over the job of managing the unruly kids anymore.