As a result, it is possible to achieve success.

Hei Muguang perked up and looked towards the top of the mountain: "Go to the top of the mountain to watch the sunrise before dawn!"

"Yes! We..."

Hong Xiaochen nodded and was about to agree with his friend, but his eyes swept to the horizon and seemed to see some black spots flashing?

He was stunned for a moment and turned his head to look.

What kind of flying bird is it?

Or……

The black spot was getting bigger and bigger. Hong Butian narrowed his eyes and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat!

That's a person!

"..."

"Nascent Soul Stage?!"

Hong Butian’s eyes widened and he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Um……"

The Great Elder and Zhao Zhuji beside him looked at each other and nodded solemnly: "Yes, if my guess is correct, there must be a Nascent Soul monster that sneaked into the human area."

"In this case……"

Hong Butian frowned and asked Zhao Zhuji in a low voice, "Is the Nascent Soul Stage very powerful?"

Zhao Zhuji: “?”

No, what kind of player are you?

I don't know why you are surprised!

"Don't look at me like that..."

Hong Butian blinked and said helplessly: "You can see it too. I have just started practicing. I have only heard about the realm division of cultivators before, but I have no intuitive feeling at all..."

"Ah this..."

Zhao Zhuji's mouth twitched, and he held his forehead helplessly: "He is the pinnacle of the current cultivation world, and a powerful cultivator who truly possesses great power. If there were no restrictions, he could destroy a country in an instant..."

After a pause, Zhao Zhuji pointed at Hong Butian and sighed, "For example, for someone like you, people don't need to deliberately target you. Just reveal a little bit of your aura and they can kill you!

Of course, I am not much better. I don’t know if I will ever have the chance to touch the floor of the Nascent Soul in my lifetime…”

“Is it so amazing…?”

Hong Butian's mouth was slightly open and his eyes were shining.

"Of course."

Zhao Zhuji spread his hands and said with a little pride: "My master is a great man in the Nascent Soul stage. Do you understand the value of the holy land?

But just listen to it, don't take it to heart, lest it give you, a rookie, unrealistic fantasies."

“That’s the dream!”

Hong Butian was not discouraged. Instead, his eyes lit up and he clenched his fists: "That's the cultivator I dream of becoming!"

"Aha?"

Zhao Zhuji's eyes widened: "Are you serious? You are not kidding me, are you?"

"Who has time to tease you?"

Hong Butian frowned, looked at Zhao Zhuji with a strange expression, and said unhappily: "If others can become Yuanying stage cultivators, why can't I?"

Zhao Zhuji: “!!!”

"It's over, it's over, you're ruined."

A look of despair appeared on Zhao Zhuji's face. He sighed, clasped his hands together, and looked ashamed.

"I am guilty, I am guilty. I didn't think it through and let this Qi Refining rookie get in touch with something he shouldn't have been exposed to. This led to his delusional thinking that he was overambitious. I am guilty...

Master, please forgive me, Master, please bless me..."

"Hey, what are you mumbling about?"

Hong Butian frowned, clenched his fists, and snorted coldly: "Anyway, as long as I am alive, I will always pursue the goal I want. As the saying goes, things change over time... The rest will be omitted.

Anyway, just wait and see! I will definitely succeed!"

Zhao Zhuji still closed her eyes and prayed: "Sorry, sin..."

"Okay, you two, stop making trouble."

The Great Elder glanced at the two of them and sighed, "How about I ask you to help me take these books away?"

After a pause, the great elder looked at the two young men and explained quietly, "The sect has collapsed, and the people have fled, but these books are still there. This is the true foundation of the Medicine King Sect.

The torch has been passed down from generation to generation by the predecessors. If the roots are cut off here, even if all the members of the Yaowang Sect are still alive and they build a beautiful sect in the future and hang up the sign of the Yaowang Sect, it will only be a skin.

Or rather, it is just another sect that is similar and happens to have the same name!

By then, the Yaowang Sect will face true destruction.

On the contrary, even if we all pass away and are forgotten, this knowledge and spirit will still be there. No matter what form or name the future generations use to carry it forward and inherit it, that is the Medicine King Sect. "

"senior……"

Zhao Zhuji stared at the Great Elder in a daze, and suddenly a sense of pride and responsibility as a member of the human race touched her heart...

"what the hell……"

Hong Butian tilted his head and whispered, "I think people are more important. Everything is good when people are alive, but when people are gone, everything is gone...hiss!"

Hong Butian's eyes suddenly widened as he looked at the long sword across his neck: "What are you doing? If you have something to say, just talk it over nicely. Don't do it."

"You were the one who didn't speak properly first!"

Zhao Zhuji's eyes widened as she looked at Hong Butian: "Is that how you talk to an old senior? You have no respect for your elders at all!"

"Ah this..."

The corner of Hong Butian's mouth twitched: "But, but he is disrespectful to his elders and bullies me all day long. He even sings at the top of his voice to torture me when I sleep..."

"what?"

Zhao Zhuji was stunned for a moment, then looked at the Great Elder, who had his hands behind his back and tilted his head with an innocent look on his face: "Xiaotian, what are you talking about? Grandpa doesn't understand, ahem!"

"You are lying!"

Zhao Zhuji gritted her teeth and quickly tried to comfort the elder: "Don't worry, senior. I will teach him a lesson right away!"

"Uh……"

The Great Elder secretly glanced at Hong Butian looking at him with a face full of grief and anger, and quickly looked away: "Ah, cough, cough, no, no, ah, cough, cough, Xiaotian has this temper, I'm used to it, ah, cough, cough..."

Zhao Zhuji: “!!!”

"Don't worry, don't worry!"

Zhao Zhuji turned to look at Hong Butian with an indignant look on his face: "Look how mad you made our senior!"

Hong Butian: “…”

"Without the inheritance of knowledge and the exploration of our predecessors, it would be a million times more difficult for us to enter the Dao!"

Zhao Zhuji said angrily: "Don't you even have a sense of identity as a human being?!"

"Stop cursing, stop cursing..."

Hong Butian lowered his head: "Wrong, wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"My mistake was to underestimate the old man's cunning..."

"what?"

"Uh, no, no, it's my fault for being disrespectful to the elderly and talking back..."

"What should I do if I know I'm wrong?!"

Hong Butian: “…”

Hong Butian took two steps back, moved his head away from the sword, and turned towards the great elder.

"Old man, I was wrong..."

"what?"

"Old senior, please forgive me!"

"Uh……"

Seeing Hong Butian gritting his teeth, the Great Elder coughed twice and changed the subject: "Okay, okay, I forgive you. Um, everyone, pack these up quickly!"

"Okay, senior!"

"Oh……"

"..."

The Great Elder looked back at Medicine King Valley and sighed, "Let's go."

"Where are we going? Where else can we go?"

Hong Butian dragged out the words and spread his hands helplessly.

"I said I would come to Yaowang Sect, but now Yaowang Sect is gone. Where else can I go..."

Sighing, Hong Butian shook his head.

"I can only go home now. I will start practicing Qi Refining now, and then wait for the Five Elements Sect to recruit people again and find a way to get in..."

Hong Butian said these discouraging words, but he was already making plans for the future: "Anyway, I won't give up. I will pursue my dream until I die."

"This guy……"

Zhao Zhuji was stunned for a moment, and muttered: "You are surprisingly firm on this point..."

"anyway……"

The Great Elder suddenly asked, "Is Daoist Fellow Kong Yuqing of your sect okay?"

"what?"

Zhao Zhuji pointed at herself in confusion: "Are you asking me? Who?"

"Fellow Daoist Kong Yuqing."

The Great Elder repeated it.

"Uh……"

Zhao Zhuji tilted her head: "I don't know him."

"Ok?"

The Great Elder was stunned for a moment, thought for a moment, and asked again: "Master Gu Jian?"

"what!"

Zhao Zhuji screamed, eyes widening: "You still know the Grandmaster?!"

"You are her disciple..."

The Great Elder nodded and sighed, "Yes, she was always walking ahead of us at that time. Before I died, I seemed to have heard that she was promoted to the Nascent Soul stage or something...

But at that time, I was studying a certain recipe and ignored the news from the outside world..."

"that……"

Zhao Zhuji cautiously probed, and there seemed to be some gossipy exploration in the depths of her eyes: "What is your relationship with the master?"

"That was many years ago..."

The Great Elder showed a look of reminiscence.

"Oh, old friend!"

Zhao Zhuji’s eyes widened.

"The cultivation world held a large-scale martial arts competition. She and I both participated in that competition, and we were even assigned opponents..."