Enduring humiliation for three years, seizing the elixir, the treasure, and the holy maiden.

"I'm gone."

Su Chen's voice came down from above.

Ying Ning'er bent down.

"Yes."

...

The sky over the Black Mountain Continent changed color as soon as it emerged from the black mist of the sinkhole.

Two beams of light clung to the clouds.

They traveled for three days.

The sea below slowly turned from inky black to blue.

Ying Ning'er followed half a zhang behind Su Chen.

He didn't say much along the way.

Su Chen turned around and looked at her twice.

The second time, I saw the girl stretch her hand out of the shield's light to catch a wisp of cloud.

The clouds slipped through her fingers.

Her fingers were so thin they looked like they could be broken by the wind.

She herself didn't know what she was thinking; after taking the food twice, she withdrew her hand.

"Ying Ning'er".

Su Chen spoke up.

The girl quickly bent down.

"Master."

"Where is your sect located on the Xuanhuang Continent?"

Ying Ning'er's body stiffened for a moment.

"Master asked this..."

"Su wants to return to Luoyan City."

Su Chen slowed down the shield light.

"But before that, I'll accompany you back to the sect."

Ying Ning'er raised her head.

Those eyes turned red.

He blushed for a long time before remembering to bow.

"Ying Ning'er..."

"No need to thank me."

Su Chen waved his hand.

"Su intends to use your eyes to make a deal."

"When you have something on your mind, you can't see things clearly."

"Go and take care of that matter first."

Ying Ning'er lowered her head.

The droplet landed on the shield light, rolled half a circle, and then disappeared.

"In the southeast."

Her voice was still a little hoarse.

"After passing Luoyan City on the Xuanhuang Continent, continue southeast for seven days."

There is a mountain range.

"There is a stone tablet at the entrance of the mountain with three characters engraved on it."

"Baoguang Pavilion".

...

A gust of wind swept up from the foot of the mountain, pressing down the green bamboo leaves all over the mountain path to one side.

The mountain gate was a stone archway thirty feet high, and the paint on the pillars was painted once a year, so bright it was dazzling.

The gate of Baoguang Pavilion was swept very clean.

Third-rate sect.

The entire family consists of only about 230 people.

The highest-ranking one is the sect leader.

Early stage of the Nascent Soul stage.

According to the rules of the Xuanhuang Continent, such a sect cannot even occupy a single off-peak.

No one in the Xuanhuang Continent dares to disrespect the name "Baoguang Pavilion".

The first case of treasure appraisal.

The auction house in Luoyan City always has to send someone to invite them for major auctions.

Please give me a gift of 300,000 spirit stones.

We still had to wait outside the mountain gate for three days.

The spiritual energy within the mountains is so dense that it can condense into mist.

The mist swirled around the mountainside, obscuring the layers of palaces, making them appear and disappear.

Inside the main hall, the sermon was being delivered.

The sect leader sat cross-legged on the futon, dressed in a gray robe, with half of his eyebrows turned white.

There were seventy or eighty disciples sitting below.

Most of them are Golden Elixir.

Those at the Nascent Soul stage sat in the first three rows.

"...Therefore, when examining an object, one should first examine its odor."

"Qi is the mark that heaven and earth have left on this thing."

"Traces cannot be imitated."

"Anything that can be imitated is not a trace, but ash."

A disciple at the late stage of the Golden Core realm leaned his head to the side.

"Senior brother."

He lowered his voice.

"Sect Leader, did you understand what I just said?"

The person next to him, who was in the early Nascent Soul stage, shook his head.

"You know nothing."

"The sect leader is at the Nascent Soul stage."

"The Qi he was talking about can only be felt when one's primordial spirit is solidified."

"We haven't even gotten close to the Nascent Soul stage."

"Just listen to it, it's nothing more than something to hear."

"Then why are you listening so enthusiastically?"

"Why aren't you listening?"

The senior brother changed the direction in which he crossed his legs.

"Go back and copy 'The Record of Spiritual Recognition'?"

"I've copied that booklet eleven times."

First row at the front.

A boy sat upright.

He wore a moon-white disciple's robe, dressed more formally than anyone else.

That face was truly beautiful.

Eyebrows are eyebrows, eyes are eyes; if you put them in a crowd, they can hold their own.

Shen Shu.

The first disciple of Baoguang Pavilion in this generation.

Early stage of the Nascent Soul stage.

He established his foundation at seventeen and became a deity at one hundred and forty.

In the small sects of the Xuanhuang Continent, this level of achievement is worthy of being recorded in the sect's genealogy.

He frowned.

From the moment the sect leader began speaking until now, I haven't taken a single word to heart.

"Master."

Shen suddenly spoke.

The entire main hall fell silent.

The sect leader lifted his eyelids.

"Do not interrupt during a sermon."

Shen Shu was taken aback by these words.

I am the pride of Baoguang Pavilion.

Although Baoguang Pavilion is a minor sect, it does not have any cultivators at the Void Refinement stage.

Even Nascent Soul cultivators are extremely rare.

But he is a genius that comes along only once in a millennium.

The master even said that he would take over the position of sect leader in a few hundred years.

How loving one is to oneself!

This is the first time I've ever scolded myself like this.

"Junior Sister and Elder have been in the Black Mountain Continent for several years."

"His whereabouts are still unknown!"

"My clan, are we really not going to search for them?"

But at this moment, I couldn't help but ask.

Inside the hall, the seventy or eighty disciples all lowered their heads.

No one dared to mention this at all.

For three years now, no one in Baoguang Pavilion has openly uttered the name Ying Ning'er.

The sect leader pulled his hands out of his sleeves.

"No."

"Master!"

"There are Void Refinement cultivators stationed on the Black Mountain Continent."

The sect leader's voice deepened.

"The two city lords of the Nightless Demon City are both at the Void Refinement stage."

"More importantly, that place is a lawless area in the cultivation world."

"There are no laws, no rules."

"I've heard more than one story in my life of Nascent Soul cultivators who went in and were sold off like livestock."

"If you go, the chances of survival are slim."

"This disciple is not afraid."

"Aren't you afraid?"

The sect leader glanced at it.

"Aren't you afraid of those two hundred and thirty lives?"

"If you perish there, the Baoguang Pavilion will be crippled."

"By then, who will the auction houses of Luoyan City be inviting?"

"Those old fogies in Tian Shu Star City, do they still respect my sect?"

"What does our sect rely on?"

"It's all thanks to these eyes."

"Not by using fists."

Shen Shu clenched his teeth.

"This matter needs no further discussion."

The sect leader flicked his sleeve.

"From now on, anyone who mentions this again will be expelled from the sect."

Inside the hall, it was so quiet that you could hear the sound of leaves rustling against leaves in the bamboo grove outside.

Shen Shu lowered his head.

Three years ago, when Ying Ning'er came down the mountain, he was the one who saw her off at the mountain gate.

The ever-burning lamp hanging on the roof of the hall suddenly went out.

A powerful pressure descended from the heavens.

The earth trembled, and sand and stones flew everywhere.

Dark clouds covered the sky and blocked out the sun.

Such extraordinary phenomena must indicate the arrival of a powerful being.

The seventy or eighty Golden Core disciples all prostrated themselves on the ground.

The Nascent Soul cultivators in the first three rows were all supporting themselves on their knees, unable to hold on any longer.

Shen Shu's cultivation at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm was so powerful that his protective spiritual light was forced to shrink inward as soon as it rose.

His knees sank deep into the bluestone.

The sect leader stood up from the steamed bun.

That old face turned white.

"A cultivator at the Void Refinement stage..."

He muttered something to himself.

Outside the main hall.

The mist that had been clinging to the mountainside dissipated.

A pass spanning dozens of miles.

Inside the mouth.

A thin crack appeared in the void.

Two figures stepped out from the crack.

Upon seeing that graceful figure, Shen Shu's breath caught in his throat...

But the next moment, there was a male cultivator beside that beautiful figure.

...