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

The Taoist philosophy of Master Hongfu is called "Beauty never fades, history never perishes."

Her youthful appearance is not only due to her cultivation technique, but also inseparable from her Daoist beliefs.

The other elder was much more terrifying.

It was a emaciated body.

Cultivation level: Late stage of Integration.

Within the Demon Spirit Sect, he is known as the Old Man of Withered Bones.

Its doctrines are even more chilling; death is not the end, but another beginning.

Anyone who has a Daoist aspiration involving life and death possesses a set of skills that are not to be trifled with.

"Fellow Daoist Hong."

Lady Forgetful spoke...

"In this great battle between good and evil, the three of us elders should go together."

"Both I and Senior Kugu are eagerly awaiting Fellow Daoist Hong's participation in the battle."

Master Hongfu picked up a cup of tea that had long since gone cold and took a sip.

"I appreciate your kind offer."

She placed the teacup back on the table. "It's just that I'm new to the Spirit Realm and am quite unfamiliar with the methods of cultivators from the Upper Realm."

"I will not interfere in this battle."

"Oh?"

"Fellow Daoist Hong's words are truly perplexing to this old man."

"You have received the position of elder of my Demon Spirit Sect and enjoy the sect's offerings."

"How can we make excuses when the time for the sect's decisive battle has come?"

"Could it be that Fellow Daoist Hong's heart is not with my Demon Spirit Sect at all?"

That's a pretty strong statement.

It was just a joke on the surface.

In reality, they wanted to see whether the cultivator from the lower realm, Hong Fu Dao Ren, was loyal to the sect.

Or perhaps, it's a series of excuses.

Could it be that he is a member of another clan?

"Senior Kugu, you flatter me."

"I am merely..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

"Fellow Daoist Hong."

"I know you are in trouble."

"A sect may nurture its disciples for a thousand days, only to use them for a single moment."

"If word gets out that you're making excuses like this, people will just think that I, an elder of Crimson Demon Peak, am afraid of those righteous cultivators."

"This is utterly shameful."

That woman, the Forgetful Lady, actually put it more eloquently.

Master Hongfu fell silent...

Those two old fogies have clearly taken advantage of her vulnerability, that she's new here and her position isn't yet secure.

It's obvious they want to control her.

If we agree today, we will be placed on the fire of the great battle between good and evil.

If we do not respond today, we will likely find it difficult to move an inch within this Demon Spirit Sect in the future.

People are under the eaves...

"Fine."

"Since you two have said so, it would seem disrespectful of me to refuse again."

"I will take on this battle."

A smile finally appeared on Lady Wangqing's lips.

"Fellow Daoist Hong is straightforward."

.....

The sunlight was obscured by countless sacred mountains.

Stars were arrayed within the massive protective array of the sect, and a blinding spiritual energy emanated from it.

The ancient trees within the Haori Sect are all ten-thousand-year-old spiritual trees.

A colossal tree rose from the ground, its canopy obscuring a large portion of the sky.

In the shade under the tree, a few disciples gathered in twos and threes, whispering among themselves.

It's laughable.

Even cultivators from the upper realms like to gather together and gossip behind each other's backs.

However, this matter is quite serious.

This is a battle between good and evil!

"Have you heard? This time, the battlefield is extremely dangerous."

"That's for sure. Neither the Netherworld Sect nor the Blood Refining Hall are easy to deal with."

"But what if I could come back alive..."

A young disciple swallowed hard, his eyes gleaming with eagerness. "The sect has promised a hefty reward. Top-tier spiritual plants and handy magic weapons are all yours to choose from."

"What's the point of having those things if you're already dead?"

"You can't say that..."

In the shadows of the trees, several figures were having a lively conversation.

A young man with his hands behind his back was passing by under the tree.

The young man was dressed in a moon-white robe, with handsome features and an air of composure befitting a scion of a noble family.

It was Han Yue.

"Senior Brother Han!"

A sharp-eyed disciple spotted him and hurried forward, "Senior Brother, are you going to participate in this great battle?"

Han Yue paused in his steps.

"I'm not going."

He said calmly, "I will be going into seclusion soon to attempt to break through to the Void Refinement stage."

Upon hearing this, the several Nascent Soul disciples who had gathered around were stunned.

"Why are you doing this, senior brother?"

An older disciple hurriedly advised, "Although you are now at the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, you have only recently reached the Great Perfection stage."

"To be on the safe side, it's advisable to nurture it for another three to five years until the spiritual energy in its meridians is fully replenished before attempting to break through to the Void Realm."

"If you rush to break through now and your foundation is not solid, you will only harm your own path."

"My mind is made up."

"We must break through this barrier in the coming days."

"No matter what, there is one person I absolutely must meet."

These words were spoken.

The disciples looked at each other in bewilderment.

Meeting?

They were referring to a battle of wits.

However, Han Yue was very popular within the clan.

Just now, a few female cultivators were complaining because Han Yue only had eyes for Lin Zhiya.

Those female cultivators wished Han Yue were a dissolute young man.

I'll spend every night with them...

"Since Senior Brother has made up his mind, then we will not say any more."

Although I don't know what happened.

But these people still know how to behave appropriately.

At this point, it's naturally inconvenient to ask too many details.

...

Snowstorms swept across the mountain ridges, turning the countless peaks into a blinding white expanse.

One step was taken.

The mountains trembled, and snow fell in a soft cascade from the cliffs.

In the snowy region of the Xuanhuang Continent, the gate of Xueyuan Pavilion stands quietly amidst the perpetually frozen snow and ice.

Deep within the attic, a warm and fragrant aroma filled the air.

A graceful figure lay on a soft couch covered with a white fox fur.

Her snow-white palace dress accentuated her fair, smooth wrist, and a jade bracelet on her wrist spun gently with her movements.

It was Bai Luwei.

She held a crystal-clear spiritual fruit in her hand, chewing it little by little, her peach blossom eyes filled with lazy drowsiness.

The Holy Maiden of Xueyuan Pavilion leads a very leisurely life.

Everyone in the pavilion treated her like a treasure.

She was just about to take a nap and catch up on her sleep.

suddenly.

A terrifying spiritual pressure pressed down from outside the mountain gate.

Those sleepy peach blossom eyes reddened slightly.

"It's him."

This spiritual energy feels so familiar.

She hurriedly sat up, her white fox fur coat slipping off her fragrant shoulders, revealing a section of her fair collarbone.

The corners of her lips curved up uncontrollably.

"Su Chen".

"He came to see me."

She casually tossed the unfinished spiritual fruit aside.

The emptiness that had been building up in my heart for days was completely filled at this moment.

This nasty thing.

I don't know how long they've been gone to the Black Mountain Continent, and there's been no word from them at all.

This has made it so that she hasn't been able to calm down even during her seclusion these past few days.

Bai Luwei tidied her slightly disheveled hair and adjusted the jade bracelet to her wrist.

The pretty face in the mirror was already mostly red.

She couldn't maintain her usual aloof and dignified demeanor at all now.

I recall that person's domineering nature and his unyielding methods.

Bai Luwei's eyelashes trembled slightly.

That's it.

Let's see how this wicked thing will torment himself this time.

...