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"You've come at the perfect time; it was just fixed yesterday." Ghost Hand Liu smiled and led the group inside.

Pei Si walked around, taking in the surrounding illusion. Although Ghost Hand Liu had a rugged appearance, the cave was actually very well organized.

"Look, this sewing machine has returned to normal function." Ghost Hand Liu stopped, lifted the purple cloth covering it, and under the cloth, the sewing machine reflected an eerie light.

"As expected of Master Liu, his skills in repairing the mysterious artifacts are truly remarkable," Qingfeng praised.

"This sewing machine is quite something, and the way it's made these strange artifacts is rather inhuman," Ghost Hand Liu remarked.

"At least it was the work of a legendary master craftsman."

Pei Si was not surprised.

Everyone has their own area of ​​expertise, and it's perfectly normal for Ghost Hand Liu, as an insider, to know about the legendary sleight of hand.

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, the three left the place.

"Junior Sister, doesn't Ghost Hand Liu have any disciples?" Pei Si asked.

Upon hearing this, Qingfeng pretended to recall, "I remember when I was a child, I came to the back mountain with my master. Ghost Hand Liu had a disciple following him, I think his name was Han Feng, but I haven't seen him in recent years."

"Han Feng, that name sounds familiar," Mingyue suddenly said.

"It seems to be a heretical cultivator wanted by the Daoist court." Mingyue rolled up her sleeves and held a jade book in her hands.

Pei Si: "What is this?"

Mingyue: "?"

Qingfeng: "?"

Mingyue: "The Imperial Decree's wanted list, don't you know?"

With a flick of his sleeve, he produced an identical jade book.

"The wanted list is updated every hour. Didn't Master give it to you?"

Pei Si shook his head. Damn it, he really didn't know about this wanted list!

"Take this jade book and use it for now." Mingyue handed the jade book to Pei Si, then said, "Investigate Han Feng."

This jade book is a bit too intelligent.

You can filter by continent and country.

Dongcang, Qian Kingdom, Qingcheng Mountain, Han Feng.

The result came out.

Indeed, they were on the list.

Name: Han Feng.

Gender: Male.

Daoist lineage: Originally from Dongcang Qingcheng Mountain, but has now defected.

Occupation: Artifact maker.

Realm: Foundation Building, Second Stage.

Crime: Using the lives of 100,000 mortals to raise monsters for the purpose of making monster artifacts.

Hazard level: Level 3B.

It turns out that Han Feng had already betrayed Qingcheng Mountain.

Pei Si squinted slightly.

This person is truly ruthless and unscrupulous.

They used the lives of 100,000 mortals to raise monsters, and then killed the monsters to make weapons.

There must be someone specifically tasked with hunting down this person in Qingcheng Mountain.

"No wonder Ghost Hand Liu hasn't taken on any new disciples lately; he's probably afraid of producing another Han Feng."

Pei Si: "Senior sister, I think I also have the talent to become a craftsman of magical artifacts."

Mingyue tapped Pei Si's head with her knuckles, "Don't bite off more than you can chew."

Her junior brother cultivates Qi, martial arts, and swordsmanship; judging from his intentions, he also wants to cultivate talismans.

"I know."

The three of them returned to their respective residences.

When Pei Si returned to the mountain after descending it, he was carrying a Fiery Cloud Spirit Fox in his arms.

It was Hu Meier.

Pei Si stroked the fox's fur with his palm; it was so soft and fluffy, it felt incredibly comfortable.

"Master, please be gentle."

Hu Meier whispered.

Pei Si looked down and saw that Hu Mei's lips were upturned, her eyes were curved like crescent moons, and she was also full of satisfaction.

"That Hu Meier, she says one thing and does another."

……

Fufeng County.

"Reporting to Master, Langdang Mountain has been destroyed." A cultivator said respectfully, looking at the black-clad figure in front of him.

The black-clad cultivator's voice was hoarse. He turned his head and said, "A demon is still a demon, a lowly creature, unfit for any great task."

"Master, that talisman-nurturing gourd must have fallen into the hands of Qingcheng Mountain. I'm going..." Before the cultivator could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the black-clad cultivator.

"It's nothing, just a magic weapon. Consider it food for Qingcheng Mountain. It's just that the spies monitoring Qingcheng Mountain have been removed." The black-clad cultivator waved his hand, his eyes flashing with a fierce light.

He went through great lengths to arrange for the Yellow Demon Clan to be placed in the position of Lord of Langdang Mountain, and even sent his disciples to bestow upon them the Nourishing Talisman Gourd.

Things are unpredictable.

But it's a case of tit for tat.

His schemes against Huang Ting's disciples and Qingcheng Mountain's subsequent counterattack are to be expected.

"Master, then this disciple will go and plant more spies."

"There is one more matter that I am unsure to decide. Please advise, Master."

The monk spoke with a profound gaze.

A cultivator who had reached the second stage of Foundation Establishment arrived in the valley.

There is no shortage of Foundation Establishment cultivators in the valley, but this cultivator's identity is somewhat special.

"Speaking of which..."

"Han Feng, a traitor from Qingcheng Mountain, has come to join us," the cultivator said in a deep voice.

"Han Feng?"

"I know him."

"A heretical cultivator wanted by the Dao Court, who has refined hundreds of thousands of mortals to raise monsters, can barely be considered a figure of importance. Bring him to see me." A glint flashed in the black-clad cultivator's eyes.

A large sect like Qingcheng Mountain cannot be killed quickly if attacked from the outside; it is like a centipede that dies but does not fall down.

Only by employing an internal traitor like Han Feng, causing them to turn on each other, can they be utterly defeated.

Han Feng is a disciple of Ghost Hand Liu from Qingcheng Mountain. He usually follows Ghost Hand Liu around and must have obtained a lot of information.

"Master, please wait a moment. This disciple will bring Han Feng here immediately."

……

Han Feng, who was over sixty years old, wore a loose white robe and had a black eye patch covering his right eye.

"Fellow Daoist Han, Master requests your presence."

"Thank you for introducing me, Fellow Daoist Mu Dong." Han Feng grinned, unintentionally revealing a long tongue. The long tongue was bluish-white, as if it had been deliberately pieced together, revealing an indescribable eeriness.

Han Feng carried a collar in one hand, with three small bronze bells attached to it, each engraved with intricate patterns.

Mu Dong took the collar, smiled slightly, and said, "Fellow Daoist Han is very thoughtful."

Mu Dong put away the collar. "Please come with me."

Mu Dong turned around, and Han Feng followed behind him.

The moment Mu Dong turned around, his gaze darkened. This Han Feng was too thoughtful.

They must have discovered his penchant for keeping slaves beforehand and addressed it accordingly.

"Master, Fellow Daoist Han has arrived." Mu Dong cupped his hands and said, then strode over to stand beside the black-clad cultivator.

Han Feng prostrated himself on the ground, his head hitting the ground, tears welling in his eyes, and shouted loudly: "Having wandered for half my life without meeting a wise master, I have now met the Valley Master, just as an eagle returns to the sky and a whale returns to the sea!"

The black-clad valley master turned his head, his eyes sharp as an eagle's.

Mu Dong's voice was icy as he looked down at Han Feng, "Having come to pay homage, you arrived empty-handed?"

Han Feng laughed heartily, "I know the ropes. Without a ladder, how dare I try to climb the social ladder?"

"Genealogical records of cultivators from Qingcheng Mountain, presented to the Valley Master!"

Han Feng held a large jade genealogy book in his hands.

With a wave of his hand, Mu Dong sent the large genealogy book flying into his hand.

Mu Dong held the music score in both hands.

The Black-Clad Valley Master turned his head.

The genealogy book floated in front of him, and the black-clad valley master flicked his finger, causing the book to slowly flip.

The black-clad valley master's eyes lit up; he wanted to retract his earlier statement.

Han Feng is indeed a remarkable person.

This genealogy records the real names, cultivation levels, and families of the cultivators from Qingcheng Mountain.

However, the recorded dates only go up to ten years ago.

Judging by the timing, it was around the time Han Feng betrayed Qingcheng Mountain.

This young man is cunning and has likely made plans in advance to prepare for his defection from Qingcheng Mountain.

The Valley Master in Black: "What do you want? Or rather, what are you planning?"

'

Han Feng's gaze was deep and unfathomable. He clenched his teeth, and streaks of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.

"We vow to overthrow Mount Qingcheng!"

"I will make those high and mighty female priests grovel before me!"

"Welcome to the Valley of the Beginning."

……

The next day.

The Xia King's Secret Realm has opened.

Pei Si was dressed in a black Taoist robe embroidered with a graceful crane, wearing a lotus crown on his head and carrying a whisk on his arm.

Pei Si, Qingfeng, and Mingyue arrived at Canghong Mountain.

On the various magic boats, the Foundation Establishment cultivators leaped over and headed straight for the entrance to the secret realm.

Pei Si also saw two familiar figures.

Gao Yubi and Zhenxin.

The three nodded to each other.

Qingfeng blinked her peach blossom eyes, glanced at Gao Yubi, and then at Pei Si.

The man's aura was similar to that of his junior brother, just like the martial artist he had seen in Huanlong Valley, the martial artist named Jiang Mingzi.

Pei Si patted Qingfeng on the shoulder and winked at him.

This junior sister is far too perceptive.

Qingfeng covered his mouth and chuckled, then patted Pei Si on the shoulder in return.

Mingyue: "What are you two up to? Junior Brother is holding the Fire Cloud Spirit Fox, isn't he?"

Mingyue's eyes slowly widened, and the way she looked at Pei Si changed.

No, to be precise, it was looking at Hu Meier in Pei Si's arms.

"Senior sister has a good eye; it is indeed the Fire Cloud Spirit Fox."

"It's quite a coincidence," Pei Si said with a chuckle. "I was revisiting this place, back to the Foundation Establishment area, when I happened to run into this fox. It kept following me around like a shadow, and I couldn't get rid of it no matter what I did."

He was stroking Hu Meier's head as he spoke.

Hu Meier gritted her teeth, then thought about it again and realized that what he said wasn't wrong.

She was eager to offer herself to Xuanjian, but he didn't respond at all.

"Let your senior sister pet you." Mingyue picked up Hu Meier and happily stroked Hu Meier's fur.

When did Junior Brother learn the art of beast taming?

This fiery cloud spirit fox is clearly a Foundation Establishment demon cultivator! Yet it obediently transformed into its original form and stayed by its junior brother's side.

Could it be that the junior brother was actually being controlled by him?

Mingyue scrutinized Pei Si's eyes and saw that Pei Si's gaze was clear and bright, not like he had been bewitched.

Mingyue traced a talisman in the air with her fingers, and it instantly formed and entered the body of the Fire Cloud Spirit Fox.

Hu Meier didn't even notice.

"Fellow Daoist, it has been a long time since we parted ways at Huanlong Valley."

A voice suddenly rang out.

Pei Si looked closely and realized it was someone he knew.

Lord of Huanlong Valley, Wang Shulang.

He was accompanied by a woman, Wang Shuying.

"Lord Wangshu, Miss Ying, it's been a long time," Pei Si said with a cupped hand and a smile.

These two, who usually reside in Shu County, have also arrived.

Wang Shuying became much more obedient, winking at Pei Si and Qingfeng and waving as a greeting.

"My brother and I have also come to this Xia King's Secret Realm to join in the fun," Wang Shulang said.

He can't stay stuck in his small plot of land in Huanlong Valley forever.

Even the largest and most successful family can be eaten up one day.

"Friendly Wangshu, you have a skillful approach." Pei Si gave Wangshu Lang a deep look.

Most of those who come here are from human factions.

Wang Shulang's involvement as a demon cultivator is already quite remarkable.

Wang Shulang naturally understood Pei Si's meaning and chuckled.

Pei Si looked at Wang Shuying beside him and said with a touch of emotion, "Miss Ying has changed quite a bit since we last met."

Wang Shuying blushed, recalling all the things she had done before, realizing how childish they had been.

"A girl changes a lot as she grows up," Wang Shuying whispered.

"Hahahaha." Wang Shulang laughed loudly, then looked at Pei Si, indicating that he wanted to speak privately.

The two walked to a secluded place.

"What brings you here, Fellow Daoist Wangshu?" Pei Si asked.

Wang Shulang took out a jar and slapped it into Pei Si's hand, saying, "Speaking of which, I must thank you, fellow Daoist, for bringing Ying back from Da Xuan. Perhaps influenced by you along the way, her temper has changed drastically since returning to the valley, and she has become much more obedient."

"Please accept this jar of toad skin, even if it seems like too little."

Pei Si laughed from the bottom of his heart: "How could I possibly accept that?"

Having said that, Pei Si rolled up his sleeve and put away the toad skin.

Toad skin is something that can only be found by chance.

"Junior Brother, the secret realm is about to open!" Mingyue shouted.

"Fellow Daoist Wangshu, see you in the secret realm."

At the entrance to the secret realm stood a vibrant green tree, its branches laden with lush, verdant fruit.

A large opening appeared in the belly of the green tree.

Splash!

Countless glowing moths spewed out from the gaping maw, but the cultivators remained unperturbed.

A firefly moth landed on Pei Si.

The next second, the sky and earth suddenly turned upside down.

Pei Si made a hand seal, summoned the small boat, and then activated the small door talisman.

Spatial fluctuations suddenly occurred.

At the same time, Mingyue on the other side activated two gate talismans and first brought Pei Si to her side.

A gentle breeze followed shortly after.

"Senior sister."

"Junior brother."

The three met up.

Pei Si jumped onto the Moonlit Boat, chanted an incantation, and put the small boat away.

"Just as Master said." Pei Si looked up at the sky, which was also filled with floodwaters.

The Wood-type cultivators found the entire secret realm flooded.

Water nourishes wood, which does fit the imagery.

"The cultivator ahead appears to be from the Tai Xuan Fu Dao Palace."

A ship was approaching the three of them with a clear objective.

"Junior brother, I'm benefiting from your influence," Qingfeng said softly.

Pei Si scratched the back of his head and gave an awkward smile.

"Senior sister, please sit quietly and watch my methods."

The three cultivators from Tai Xuan Fu Dao Palace seemed impatient and rushed towards the three of them like arrows.

"A rune array!"

The cultivator at the forefront shouted in a deep voice.

The other two cultivators rushed to the flanks, forming a pincer movement to surround Pei Si.

"Clang!"

The longsword was drawn.

Countless talismans rained down on Pei Si.

"Zangetsu Tenshou!"

Pei Si suddenly opened his eyes.

First, a red light suddenly shone, followed by a black crescent moon that shot out at lightning speed, instantly splitting into three crescent moons.

boom!

Pei Si sheathed his sword.

Three cultivators from the Tai Xuan Fu Dao Palace were cut in half at the waist.

"Dispel the evil spirits!"

"Refining the Rampant!"

Upon seeing this, Qingfeng's eyes gleamed with a strange light.

If Mingyue's talent in the art of talismans is unparalleled, then Qingfeng's talent in the path of sword cultivation is also unmatched.

A true kendo prodigy.

Even Huang Ting exclaimed: "My lineage of swordsmanship, the Dragon Slayer, is about to flourish!"

Qingfeng could tell that Pei Si's "Slaying Moon Heavenly Strike" was a refined sword technique that combined multiple schools of swordsmanship!

My junior brother is truly a genius; he excels at everything he learns!

Pei Si patted his Taoist robe and coughed lightly: "My sleeves are a little dirty."

Pei Si casually accepted the boat.

"Junior brother, how about we spar some swordsmanship sometime?" Qingfeng looked at Pei Si with a somewhat fervent gaze.

Only by sparring with others can one hone their swordsmanship.

Looking into Qingfeng's eyes, Pei Si's lips twitched.

"Okay, senior sister."

"Splash!"

The water rippled in the distance, and a black dorsal fin cut through the waves, hurtling towards them at breakneck speed.

"Water Beast".

A gentle breeze, holding a green jar, rose up from the ground.