If she doesn't kill that bitch Qiyue, she won't be able to eat or sleep in peace!

Meanwhile, Wanbaolou, who shared the same state of mind as Jin Youqian, had narrowly escaped death thanks to the secret treasure. The oppressive feeling brought by Lou Xuanzhi and the scenes of death of everyone except the First Elder and the Sixth Elder played over and over in his mind like a replay, almost giving him a splitting headache.

Fine beads of sweat dripped down his face as he swallowed another healing pill, clutching his chest and panting heavily.

If it weren't for the secret treasure he possessed yesterday, he would have perished!

Uncle Duan, standing to the side, felt a pang of anxiety: "Young Master, take this old servant's advice. Don't go against Miss Qi anymore. As for the whereabouts of the Heavenly Evolution Technique, didn't the Hengyang Sect agree? Why don't we wait for news from the Hengyang Sect?"

“You don’t understand.” Jin Youqian raised his hand to interrupt Uncle Duan, his brows furrowed. “This was not what I wanted. If she had been willing to hand over the method to obtain the Heavenly Evolution Technique earlier, I wouldn’t be in this situation. Besides, even if I were willing to back down now, do you think she would let me go?”

"That's absolutely impossible."

As he spoke, Kim Yugyeom's face hardened: "Now that we've already torn off all pretense, why bother pretending things are peaceful? I don't believe her master will be watching over her every day!"

Uncle Duan didn't say anything more, but changed the subject.

"Young Master, the Spirit Gathering Array was auctioned off at the Xie Family Auction House. Three copies were acquired by the Fanyin Sect, the Imperial Family of the Capital, and the Holy Sect. This old servant suspects that Xie Wanfu must also have one. Should we..."

"You think Xie Wanfu is stupid? He doesn't even need to think about it; he's already handed over his share to the master." Jin Youqian's eyes showed disdain.

If his collaboration with Qiyue hadn't fallen through, how could such a good thing have fallen into the hands of a lowly illegitimate son of the Xie family?

"There's one more thing." Uncle Duan glanced at Kim Yugyeom's expression but didn't speak immediately.

Kim Yugyeom realized something and looked at Uncle Duan: "Speak."

"The person who injured the young master is surnamed Lou, the sect leader of Xunhui Sect. It's not just a coincidence; he is indeed from the ancient great sect Xunhui Sect..."

At this point, Uncle Duan cautiously glanced at Kim Yugyeom's expression. Seeing that Kim Yugyeom's expression changed slightly, Uncle Duan lowered his head.

"Moreover, this person is a ninth-grade array master. Not only are there many people outside who want to become his disciples, but there are also many people trying to win him over. And it is rumored that he may also be a ninth-grade alchemist..."

"..." Kim Yugyeom's expression changed drastically, and with a slight exertion of force, the table beside him shattered.

Uncle Duan lowered his head even further, his hands still sweaty.

His purpose in saying all this was to tell the young master that the Hengyang Sect had deceived them, and he hoped that the young master would stop while he was ahead and not make a mistake for himself.

However, Jin Youqian clearly did not have such thoughts. He was certain that Qiyue would not let him go, and he naturally could not leave any trouble behind. After all, with such a master, it was only a matter of time before he grew up in such a sect. He could not sit idly by and wait for his death. He just needed to kill the person without anyone knowing.

Liuyun Sect.

July was dressed the same as last time.

She leaped down from the wall and entered Mu Linghan's house. Seeing the little wolf cub in an even worse situation than before, with its head being rubbed against the ground, Qiyue clicked her tongue.

This kid is really cowardly. He only knows how to endure and hide his shortcomings. Little does he know that people are inherently perverse. There is never any such thing as taking a step back and finding a better future. There is only taking an inch and then a mile.

Moreover, in this cultivation world where killing and plundering, and the strong prey on the weak, if one cannot demonstrate their value, a strong counterattack will only backfire.

Holding a spirit stone between her fingertips, Qi Yue flicked it accurately onto the knee joint of the foot that was stepping on Mu Linghan's foot. Her voice was low and deep as she said, "If you don't want to die, take the spirit stone and get lost. I don't want this kid's face to be ruined by you guys."

As she spoke, Qiyue threw out a handful of low-grade spirit stones.

The two disciples who had just shown anger and disgust at stepping on Mu Linghan's head instantly turned fawning: "Yes, yes, we'll get out of here, we'll get out of here!"

As soon as they finished speaking, the two men glanced meaningfully at a certain part of Mu Linghan's body, implying, "Who knew you were so lucky?"

Then, he picked up the spirit stone and left the courtyard, thoughtfully closing the door behind him.

Mu Linghan's deep gaze fell on Qi Yue's unfamiliar face, and he clearly recognized her: "Why did you say those things?"

"What kind of language?" Qiyue asked nonchalantly.

Mu Linghan did not answer, but looked at Qiyue. Thinking of what Qiyue and the two disciples had said, his expression became inscrutable.

Qiyue tossed him the spatial ring she had prepared beforehand: "There are 100,000 low-grade spirit stones and some marrow cleansing pills in here. Take care of whatever you need. I probably won't be coming back for the next month..."

"Why?" Mu Linghan's heart tightened.

Qiyue looked at him with a puzzled expression: "What do you mean, why?"

The man's face, paired with those bright yet questioning eyes, made Mu Linghan unable to look directly at him. His gaze flickered, and he wondered why she was being so nice to him. Did she really just want him to be her lackey? Why wouldn't she come back for the next month...?

Was what she just said simply to help him out of his predicament, or did she really mean it...?

But in the end, all those words were summed up in a simple, understated sentence: "It's nothing."

"What a pain." Qiyue rolled her eyes.

Mu Linghan frowned slightly, his deep gaze fixed on Qi Yue. Qi Yue seemed to understand his meaning and said expressionlessly, "Didn't anyone tell you that your words are like farts? Is it hard to talk to you?"

"..." Mu Linghan was taken aback at first, then his face darkened slightly.

Besides her, who else would listen to a good-for-nothing, a cripple?

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