Rong Jiaojiao's spiritual power had long since broken through to the mid-stage of the Earth Master realm, and her current Void Soul Burning Talisman was no longer comparable to what it used to be.

With the addition of the Void Burning Soul Talisman, the old monster's soul fire surged, enveloping his entire body in a dark blue flame.

The old monster let out a series of shrill screams, and his body turned into ashes at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His soul was also being burned little by little, his screams gradually weakened, and finally he turned into a wisp of smoke and dissipated into the air.

Rong Jiaojiao then put away the jade seal and turned around, transforming back into a charming little girl, completely devoid of the ruthlessness she displayed when burning the evil cultivator's soul.

Mo Zhizhou put away the Nine Palaces Compass and looked at Rong Jiaojiao with admiration: "Young friend Rong is getting more and more amazing."

When they parted ways half a year ago, Rong Jiaojiao was only at the early stage of the Profound Master Realm. Now she is at the middle stage of the Profound Master Realm, and her cultivation is stable, which means she has obviously been advancing for quite some time.

Rong Jiaojiao smiled and said, "Senior Mo, you flatter me."

At this moment, Zi Ling returned, one claw holding a blood-red flying sword and the other holding the dried corpse of the Golden Tooth Monster.

Rong Jiaojiao asked, puzzled, "Ziling, what are you doing? Flying sword is one thing, but why did you have to bring back a dried-up corpse?"

Zi Ling transmitted her thoughts to everyone: "Master, Master doesn't have a flying sword yet. Please purify this flying sword so that Master can use it."

"Also, this mummy had a Qiankun Ring, and it also had the aura of a demonic seed on it, but that has now disappeared."

Everyone immediately spread out their divine senses to search, and Rong Jiaojiao muttered, "These evil cultivators are quite wealthy."

However, after searching for a long time, they could not find any trace of the demon seed.

Mo Bai sheathed the blood-stained blade, took the Qiankun Sword from the dried corpse, and said, "Forget it, if we can't find it, let's just burn the body first and then see what treasures are in this ring."

What they didn't notice was that there was a black line wriggling on the blood-stained knife he had put away.

“This mummified corpse must be completely incinerated.” Qing Xuanzi solemnly took out three talismans. “Only by using Thunderfire Talismans can we ensure that there will be no future troubles.”

The mummified corpse crackled and popped in the lightning and fire, its skin rapidly carbonizing. Suddenly, a wisp of black smoke emerged from the corpse's seven orifices, condensing in the air into a hideous, grotesque face.

"As expected, there's still a remnant soul hidden inside!" Mo Bai drew his blood-red blade, but was stopped by Qing Xuanzi.

"Don't worry, Lei Huo will handle it."

Three bolts of lightning simultaneously struck the black smoke, instantly burning the ghost face to ashes.

The mummified corpse then turned into a pile of ashes, which were scattered by Rong Jiaojiao's Qingfeng Spell.

"Now take a look at this Qiankun Ring." Mo Zhizhou took the ring and gathered spiritual power at his fingertips to erase the original owner's mark.

A crimson rune appeared on the ring face, resisting his probing.

“There’s a restriction,” he said, frowning. “It requires special techniques to break.”

Qing Xuanzi took out a jade hairpin from his Qiankun Ring: "Let me try this." The hairpin lightly touched the ring face, and the blood-red runes faded away as if ice and snow were melting.

"This is……?"

"I found this hairpin at the flea market last time." He smiled and shook the hairpin. "It's specifically designed to break all kinds of storage restrictions."

As their divine sense probed into the Qiankun Ring, everyone couldn't help but gasp.

The interior space was ten zhang square and filled with all kinds of rare materials: blood jade coral, ghost iron, yin evil pearls... and many other treasures.

The most eye-catching item is a blood-red jade box in the center, covered with sealing talismans.

“Be careful,” Mo Zhizhou warned, “this is clearly an evil object.”

He set up a barrier, placed the Blood Jade Box inside, and then opened it, revealing a writhing black shadow.

Mo Zhizhou's expression changed drastically: "It's a demonic seed!"

With lightning speed, he threw a spirit fire talisman inside the barrier, destroying the demon seed.

"I didn't expect the Blood Fiend Sect members to carry demonic seeds with them. I wonder what they're going to do with them?"

Qing Xuanzi said in a deep voice, "This flying sword also needs to be dealt with."

Mo Bai said, "We all have flying swords, so let it belong to Senior Qingxuan."

Qing Xuanzi also felt that it was too inconvenient to travel without a flying sword, so he did not refuse and said, "Alright, I'll take the flying sword, and I won't give you anything else."

Mo Bai nodded: "I'll split the rest equally with Fellow Daoist Rong."

Rong Jiaojiao waved her hand: "I didn't contribute anything. My master and I are considered as one, so I don't need it."

Without saying a word, Mo Bai divided the items in two, with the pile containing the Qiankun Ring being smaller. After dividing them, he let Rong Jiaojiao choose first.

Seeing that Rong Jiaojiao didn't want it, he simply made the decision for her: "Then, this pile is for you," he said, giving Rong Jiaojiao the pile full of materials.

She had no choice but to put it away.

In the short time that followed, Qing Xuanzi had already set up the purification array, and he placed his flying sword into the array to begin the purification process.

Before long, thick, foul-smelling blood began to seep from the sword.

Seeing that the purification was slow, Zi Ling spewed out lightning to assist in the cleansing.

Rong Jiaojiao also took out a spirit fire array plate to help with the purification.

Azure flames enveloped the sword, and the crimson color gradually faded.

An hour later, the flying sword had turned a crystalline crimson red, and a golden pattern appeared on its spine.

"It's done!" Rong Jiaojiao looked at the brand-new flying sword with delight. "Master, please try it out."

Qing Xuanzi was also very pleased with the flying sword. He picked it up, dripped a drop of his essence blood into it, and cast a spell to refine it. As soon as the spell was completed, the sword immediately emitted a clear and melodious sword sound.

With a casual wave of his hand, a crimson sword light flashed, and a distant boulder cracked in response.

"What a fine sword!" Mo Bai exclaimed. "Its quality is also that of a mid-grade magic weapon."

Qing Xuanzi tried flying a few times on his sword, and after landing, he asked, "Where are we going next? Are we still going to travel together?"

Mo Bai said, "Let's go together. Your strength is a bit lacking. If you encounter a Celestial Master level expert, you will be in danger."

Qing Xuanzi looked at Rong Jiaojiao.

Rong Jiaojiao considered whether to act together or separately. She felt that acting separately was more dangerous, so she nodded in agreement with Mo Bai's suggestion.

As for what to do if you encounter a spiritual vein, you can only wait and see.

Qing Xuanzi clasped his hands in a fist salute: "Then I'll have to trouble Senior Mo to take good care of me from now on."

Mo Zhizhou didn't know why the disciple was in charge when the master and disciple were traveling together, but he didn't ask any further questions. He nodded and said, "You two are quite strong. Let's help each other."

Mo Bai chuckled and teased, "That's right, you guys saved our lives last time. So, Fellow Daoist Rong, would you like me to repay you with my body?"

"Young Master Mo is too kind." Before Rong Jiaojiao could speak, Qing Xuanzi was already on guard, silently blocking his disciple's path. "We should discuss the upcoming itinerary more importantly."

Rong Jiaojiao wanted to slam the spirit fire array plate in her hand onto his head, but rolled her eyes and said, "I'm still a child, don't repay kindness with enmity."

Zi Ling also grinned and growled threateningly at Mo Bai.

Mo Bai laughed heartily and stopped teasing Rong Jiaojiao.

Mo Zhizhou glared at his young master. Was this something to joke about? The young girl was at an age of innocent curiosity. What if she took it seriously? Would he really marry her?

He interrupted, saying, "Let's go, let's keep going."

This time, they each used their own flying swords to move forward.

P.S.: Friends, the author forgot to record Jiaojiao's age. Does anyone remember how old Jiaojiao is now?