When I stopped licking, the lady panicked.

After the emperor removed his crown, the clarity in his eyes instantly transformed into a deep green, sinister glint.

He slowly walked into the Minghun Sect, turned his head and glanced at the cultivation rooms next to him. Most of them were people sitting alone in their rooms, cultivating in seclusion.

"Sect Master." Yun Cheng stepped forward and bowed to the emperor.

The emperor glanced at Yun Cheng and immediately slapped him across the face.

Yun Cheng tumbled in mid-air before crashing to the ground with a thud, spitting out blood.

"Last night, you rescued your father?" the emperor asked coldly.

"Yes...yes," Yun Cheng said, kneeling.

The emperor raised his hand and grasped, and Yun Cheng was lifted into the air, his neck instantly sucked into the emperor's hand.

"You're being followed and you don't know? Useless!"

The emperor casually tossed Yun Cheng away.

Yun Cheng got up and said humbly, "I have killed all the Black Armor Army soldiers who were chasing us."

"Then why did Lin Xuan know?" The emperor glared at Yun Cheng.

Yun Cheng was speechless, stammering for a long time before finally saying, "I...I don't know either. It seems that Lin Xuan deliberately arranged for those black-armored soldiers to ambush us on our escape route."

"Oh?" The emperor narrowed his eyes. "So, someone leaked your whereabouts? Who could it be?"

Yun Cheng said, "No one knows about this except those in the palace, not even my father."

"You mean, there's a traitor in the palace?" the emperor asked, frowning.

Yun Cheng said, "It should be."

The emperor sneered and said, "Interesting. In that case, let's kill everyone who knows about this."

He turned to look at Yun Cheng, his tone turning cold and leaving no room for argument.

"You can do it."

"Yes," Yun Cheng said tremblingly.

"metropolitan."

Xiao Yan also appeared at this moment and bowed to the emperor.

The emperor glanced at Xiao Yan and said, "You shattered the dragon-headed saber that I bestowed upon Lin Xuan?"

"Yes." Xiao Yan nodded.

The emperor sneered and suddenly slapped Xiao Yan on the head.

Xiao Yan convulsed a few times, then his body exploded, turning into countless splattered blood plasma.

But the blood didn't splatter on the emperor or anything else. Instead, it seemed to slow down, blooming into crimson flowers in the air before slowly gathering, swirling, and finally transforming into a crimson pill.

The bones also turned into white liquid at this moment, evenly covering the surface of the blood-red pill, dyeing the pill red and white, like the color of a venomous snake.

After the elixir was completed, the emperor calmly accepted it and swallowed it.

Yun Cheng was stunned speechless upon seeing this scene.

But soon, another Xiao Yan stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "Sect Master."

"The taste is so-so," the emperor said disdainfully. "Your soul-searching clone technique is still lacking in refinement."

Xiao Yan nodded and said, "Yes."

It turns out that the Xiao Yan before was just an avatar, formed from the movement technique "Soul Searching Avatar" that Xiao Yan cultivated.

The individuals created by the Soul Searching Doppelganger possess the same thought patterns and behavioral habits as the original body; some of them are even unaware that they are doppelgangers.

The only difference is that their cultivation is flashy but insubstantial. Even if their cultivation level appears to be very high, their actual combat ability is only half of their original strength.

"How is the aptitude of the new disciples?" the emperor asked.

Xiao Yan replied, "A perfect talent."

"Take me to see it," the emperor said.

"Yes, Sect Master, please." Xiao Yan bowed.

The emperor was the first to walk out.

Yun Cheng stood up and stumbled to Xiao Yan's side, saying, "Master, the Dragon Head Saber, was it bestowed upon the Lin family by His Majesty?"

"Yes," Xiao Yan replied as he walked.

Yun Cheng asked, puzzled, "But wasn't that dragon-headed sword a gift from the late emperor?"

"The late emperor is Your Majesty, and Your Majesty is the late emperor," Xiao Yan said meaningfully.

Yun Cheng was even more confused and said, "Master, what do you mean? We all witnessed the late emperor's death!"

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask, or you'll be dead soon," Xiao Yan warned.

Yun Cheng immediately shut up.

The group walked past the doors of each cultivation room, listening to the sounds coming from inside.

Some people were shouting, and some were laughing wildly.

These voices are normal for the Minghun Sect's cultivation methods.

After all, the Minghun Sect was not a prestigious sect, nor was it a traditional cultivation sect. Their cultivation methods were different from all other sects.

As a disciple of the Minghun Sect, Yun Cheng was well-versed in this art, but he was still curious about the cultivation progress of those disciples.

People like Yun Cheng and Xiao Yan are true disciples of the Minghun Sect, while those who shout and cultivate in the cultivation room are prospective disciples.

In other words, they did not formally become initiators.

Many prospective disciples thought that if they cultivated diligently, they would eventually rise to prominence, but unfortunately, that was just a pie in the sky painted by the Minghun Sect.

Once you become a prospective disciple of the Minghun Sect, you will never become a true disciple.

Moreover, the Minghun Sect never acknowledges these prospective disciples, and even refers to them as "talents" or "nourishment."

Yun Cheng stopped in front of a cultivation room and glanced inside through the door and window.

A shirtless man with disheveled hair sat upright in the center of the cultivation room, surrounded by a blood-red aura.

Suddenly, the man coughed up blood and exclaimed in surprise, "Wrong! Wrong path! Wrong path!"

So he dug open his skin, pulled out his veins, tore open a hole, and blew air into it.

This bloody scene did not terrify Yun Cheng, because he was already used to it.

After blowing a few breaths, the man's complexion improved considerably.

Then, he pushed the meridians back in, stitched up the skin again, and continued his cultivation.

"His comprehension is a bit lacking," Yun Cheng said.

Xiao Yan said, "The one next door is quick to learn; I reckon he'll succeed tonight."

Upon hearing this, Yun Cheng walked to the door of the next room and glanced inside.

A man dressed in a Taoist robe was seen floating in mid-air, his stomach cut open, his internal organs and intestines surrounding him as if protecting him.

Suddenly, the man in the Taoist robe opened his eyes and laughed wildly, "I've succeeded! I've succeeded! Hahahaha! I'm a real Taoist master now!"

puff!

The man in the Taoist robe burst open on the spot, like an inflated balloon.

Then, the flesh and internal organs slowly gathered together, transforming into a round pill.

Seeing this, Yun Cheng nodded and said, "This person's comprehension is indeed quite good."

"It's done. Let the new recruits go in and retrieve the pills," Xiao Yan instructed.

"Yes." Yun Cheng nodded, opened the door to the cultivation room, and took out the pills inside.

Then, another disciple walked in full of anticipation, holding a copy of the "True Scripture of Shedding Bones and Transforming Qi".