Muxi gazed at the group of cultivators in the distance, her eyes filled with a look of astonishment. It wasn't just her, even Yanfeng, who was always calm and collected, had a face full of surprise and uncertainty.

  The formation of the repair team in front of her was not strict, with gaps between them, but it gave Mu Xi a sense of sharpness and killing intent, like an undercurrent surging at the bottom of a lake. The continuous battles also made her have the most direct feeling about this team.

  The strength of these cultivators was not strong, and they were evenly matched with her subordinates. However, after several intense battles, she had not gained even a slight advantage over this team.

  Her gaze fell on the white-clad young man in the center of the team, and suddenly she had a feeling that this person might be her lifelong arch-nemesis.

  Several times they clashed, this young cultivator commanded the battle with a strict and steady tone, neither rushed nor slow, with the demeanor of a great general, making her admire him endlessly. This person must be a core disciple nurtured by some major sect, as can be seen from the cultivators around him who would not hesitate to sacrifice their lives to protect him.

  Mu Xi's eyes sparkled as she suddenly floated out of the formation, her voice ringing out: "I am Mu Xi. Today we part ways, but one day we will meet again on the battlefield. Farewell!"

  The distant troops parted ways, and a young man in white clothes emerged from the formation, smiling: "No wonder, no wonder, Gong Hu Mu Shi, indeed lives up to its reputation! Lin Qian has courtesy!"

  Muxi was startled in her heart, and her face didn't hide her surprise: "Brother Lin actually knows about the Palace Lake Mushi, your knowledge is really vast, I admire you!"

  The Mùzǐ is one of the five major tribes in the Yāo Jiè, and also the tribe with the most branches. Even in the Yāo Jiè, not everyone knows her origins. Lín Qiān, as a cultivator, can reveal her background with just one sentence, which is truly formidable.

  Lin Qian saw Mu Xi without any pretence or artificiality, being straightforward and generous. Her eyes couldn't help but reveal a few hints of admiration: "Farewell for today, miss, take care!"

  Mu Xi smiled and bowed: "Brother Lin, may your journey be smooth!"

  Seeing the figure disappear from sight, Yanfeng said in annoyance, "Are we just going to let them escape like this?"

  Mu Xi glanced at him: "Can we stop them?"

  Yan Feng hesitated for a moment, then strongly argued: "If we hold them back and wait for the other few seniors to arrive, forming a encirclement..."

  "Then we don't need to do anything else." Mu Xi interrupted him, saying lightly: "Don't forget what we came here for!"

  Flames peak silently.

  "This person will soon become a formidable opponent!" The middle-aged man beside Mu Xi said with a serious expression, somewhat worried.

  Mu Xi smoothed out her hair and smiled: "In the army there are so many seniors, how could it be my turn to worry about this?"

  "Mr. Mu is being too modest!" The middle-aged man also smiled and said, he firmly believed that Mu Xi's future would be bright. Yan Feng on the side raised an eyebrow in disagreement, but didn't say anything to provoke others.

  Lin Qian and his group quickly retreated, having fought several intense battles with this demon army in the past few days, with casualties on both sides. Lin Qian's face was calm as water, composed and tranquil, without a hint of anxiety or impatience. The cultivators following him were well-trained and disciplined, no one dared to speak out of turn.

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  Void Realm

  Among the mountains, the sound of bells echoes, and a small temple is nestled here. The yellow temple walls are covered with ivy, and the gray-green tiles have many stone-carved Buddha statues inside, vividly lifelike. After a light rain, the air is filled with the sweet scent of wet grass, and the remaining rainwater on the tiles flows down along the eaves, like broken pearls, hitting the green stone puddles, making a pleasant sound.

  The main hall of the small temple, two Zen practitioners kneeling in meditation.

  "Master, this time I leave, I'm afraid it will be difficult to have the chance to visit you again!" The young monk was a bit reluctant to part with his master. He wore a dark blue robe, spotless and dust-free, with a handsome face and a pair of eyes that shone with a soft light. He looked like he was only around twenty years old, but there was an air of calmness about him. Even as he knelt on the meditation cushion, one could still sense his proud spirit.

  The older monk smiled warmly and said: "You may go as you wish, but you will eventually return."

  His light yellow monk's robe had been washed so many times that it had turned white, and the traces of mending could be seen everywhere. From head to toe, there was no sign of spiritual power, and he looked no different from an ordinary person.

  "Yes, I have instructed the people below, and the monthly stipend will be delivered on time!" The young Zen cultivator said softly: "I will return soon."

  Elder brother waved his hand and smiled calmly: "You know I don't need those external things."

  "That won't do!" The young Zen cultivator straightened his back and said seriously, "Brother, you must promise me to take good care of yourself, so I can be at ease when I go out. The Nine Curves Guide to Dan is still missing a few spiritual herbs, which is perfect for this trip, and I'll search thoroughly. Once the Nine Curves Guide to Dan is refined, Brother's cultivation will recover, humph, then see who dares to give Brother attitude!"

  In the end, a hint of killing intent flashed in his eyes.

  "Junior brother, you have committed a heinous crime." Huang Pao Chan Xu said calmly.

  "Elder brother's teaching is correct." The young Zen practitioner hastily lowered his head in admission of fault.

  "Don't slack off in your Zen practice when you go out."

  "Yes."

  Yi Zheng turned his head to glance at the small temple behind the mountain, then suddenly rose into the air and disappeared into the distance. After flying for a short while, several people came towards him. As he saw who they were, Yi Zheng's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

  The opponent also discovered Yizheng quickly and immediately slowed down his flight speed.

  "I heard that my junior fellow is going on a long journey, congratulations!" The visitor said with a smile and clasped his hands together.

  "It's all thanks to the care of you seniors."

  They exchanged a few more words and both sensed that the other had no intention of talking further, so they each left.

  Yizheng's mood was already not good to begin with, and now it's even worse. These people are disciples of Master Cui, and their sect is currently flourishing, with many disciples, and various open and secret struggles have also increased.

  Yi Zheng's master never returned after a cloud tour. He was brought up by his senior brother, who had an excellent talent and was always among the top ten in this generation of disciples. All the seniors in the sect thought highly of him. Unexpectedly, during a mission, his senior brother suffered serious injuries, although his life was saved, but all his cultivation was destroyed.

  From then on, their lineage declined even more. Shixiong went to the Stone Buddha Temple to recuperate, and Yí was only thirteen years old at that time. It was also from then on that he became even more diligent in his practice, fortunately, although Shixiong had lost all his cultivation, he could still guide him in his practice. In the previous inner sect meditation test, he suddenly rose to fifteenth place, re-entering the vision of the elder generation within the sect, and only then did he take on this task.

  The sect's rules are strict, and each disciple has a fixed allowance every month. However, this allowance is barely enough for daily cultivation. Other disciples have masters who reward them, but Yizheng only relies on other means, such as guiding junior disciples in their cultivation, which is his main source of income. The sect is quite generous to its disciples, and the rewards for various tasks are very rich. However, with many talented disciples in the sect, the competition for these rewards is extremely fierce, and Yizheng has never been able to compete before.

  Until this time.

  After making some preparations, he decided to go down the mountain.

  The content of the task was already familiar to him, and on the flight, he began to ponder in secret. This time's task wasn't complicated, it was just a small door faction below, discovering a very strange deep cave, with blood surging inside, and no one who went in has come out yet. What he had to do was to investigate clearly what situation was inside the cave, then report back to the faction.

  After flying continuously for ten days, he finally arrived at the scene of the incident, Yideng Sect.

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  Ma Fan had not yet come around, and Zuo Mo was once again dragged by Pu Yao into the Water Moon Cave.

  "Po, what's your relationship with Tian Nan of the Teng family?" Zuo Mo asked. He could tell that Po had taken a liking to Nan Yue, and for someone as stingy as him to voluntarily teach others demonic techniques was simply unprecedented.

  Moreover, looking at Zuo Mo's expression, it seemed that he didn't just want to teach Nan Yue the "Tian Nan Archery Technique".

  "After the old man." The White Fox said calmly.

  Pu Yao's response also confirmed Zuo Mo's speculation, and he curiously asked: "What is the 'Tian Nan Archery'? Is it a magic that uses arrows?"

  "A very powerful demon art."

  Pú Yāo's answer had a somewhat evasive tone, but Zuǒ Mò instead took it seriously. The powerful demon art that Pú Yāo could mention must be very strong!

  Zuo Mo's Eight Trigrams soul was completely hooked by Pu Yao with just a few words, and he was about to dig deeper when Nan Yue arrived.

  Nan Yue bowed respectfully to Zuo Mo: "Sir!"

  Last time at the exam, she stole the show and caused a sensation throughout the prefecture. Her status within the prefecture skyrocketed, with several teachers running to her in hopes of recruiting her as their student, but were all politely declined by her. She didn't learn any profound magic, but the adults' guidance opened up a whole new window for her.

  She believed that even without Tiān Nán Jiàn Shù, she would still be able to find a way.

  It was also during this period of enlightenment that she came to respect Zuo Mo even more, the power of adults was truly profound and unfathomable! In her eyes, the teachers in the compound were vastly inferior compared to adults.

  "Hmm, I'm here." Zu Mo responded with a pretentious tone and casually asked: "Is there anything on your mind lately? If you have any questions, just ask directly."

  Nan Yue suppressed the excitement in her heart and raised the questions she had been thinking about for days.

  Because it was only a minor demon art, Zuo Mo didn't slack off and directly threw the problem to Pu Yao, but instead tried to solve it himself. Having followed Pu Yao for quite some time, he had been influenced by his demonic arts theories, which were far more profound than Nan Yue's. Thanks to this, his perspective on problems deepened, causing Nan Yue's eyes to light up as she nodded continuously.

  For Zuo Mo, this was also a moderate test. Among the questions Nan Yue raised, there were two that he hadn't considered before, and they had a considerable impact on him.

  The problem was finally solved, Nan Yue's eyes sparkled with joy, and she couldn't help but smile, while Zuo Mo was drenched in sweat, letting out a sigh of relief.

  If I couldn't answer any of those questions, it would be embarrassing!

  And still lost face in front of her...

  Just as these absurd thoughts were floating around in Zuo Mo's mind, he suddenly heard someone shouting: "Nan Yue! Nan Yue!"

  Zuo Mo raised his head and saw a group of people, no, a group of monsters, waving their hands at Nan Yue and running over excitedly.