The next morning.

When Gu Yan woke up, she found that Qing Yue had been massaging her all night, so she transferred a wisp of spiritual energy to her and let her rest.

Then, taking advantage of the ample time, he led the two female disciples to other rooms...

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Tsk tsk tsk.

A body that has practiced martial arts is different; it's incredibly smooth and supple.

Then he had one of the two women massage his head and the other rub his legs.

Having achieved his goal, Gu Yan was too lazy to look for any more sects and planned to return in a while.

My mental state has recovered, and my back doesn't hurt anymore. It's still so comfortable to stay in the gentle embrace of the home.

Then he enjoyed a two-hour massage, helped Hua Qingyue, who had just woken up, get dressed, and jumped onto the flying sword.

With a whoosh, it transformed into a streak of red light and vanished from the spot.

Meanwhile, in another extremely secluded crimson hall, an old man in a blood-red robe stood beside a middle-aged man in a blood-red robe, and opposite them was another man, only this one was dressed in gray.

The gray-robed elder spoke in a hoarse voice, "Old Blood Monster, what do you think about the destruction of that second-rate sect?"

"Hehehe, I thought your Corpse Refining Sect was going to refine some kind of puppet again." The old man in the blood-red robe said in a dry voice, which made people's scalp tingle.

"Hmph, if that were the case, would I still be coming to find you? I suspect you've all gone mad from your cultivation." The gray-robed elder retorted.

The two were silent for a moment, confirming that the other was not lying.

"You mean someone is impersonating us?" the old man in the blood-red robe asked.

"Leaving no corpse or blood behind, besides you and me from our two sects, who else would do such a thing? Otherwise, why would I bother coming to your place?" the gray-robed elder said.

"Then we need to make some preparations. In case any righteous sects suddenly come, the incident involving the Joyful Union Sect must not be repeated," said the old man in the blood-red robe.

"Hehehe, during the last siege, almost all the high-ranking members of those righteous sects were poisoned by that old monster. Now they probably hate us demonic sects to the bone," the gray-robed old man said with a dry laugh.

The wrinkles, like old tree bark, were all stuck together.

"That guy's injuries should be almost healed by now. I'll send someone to inform him. You go and tell Poison Old Monster to bring out all his treasures and be ready to fight at any time," the blood-robed elder said.

Then the gray-robed old man led the middle-aged man away from the place.

"Uncle-Master, should we bring out all that Blood Fiend Poison?" the middle-aged man in the blood-red robe asked.

"Hmm, take it out. I've studied it for so long, I hope it won't disappoint me. My Blood Sect isn't just about drinking blood to cultivate." The blood-robed elder walked out shakily.

The Corpse Refining Sect has countless puppets that are fearless and carry corpse poison, making them extremely difficult to deal with.

The Poison Sect has a wide variety of tricks up its sleeve, with countless hidden weapons and poisons, allowing them to kill people of higher levels as easily as taking candy from a baby.

Although my Blood Sect's cultivation speed and realm far surpass theirs, we are still slightly inferior. If the Blood Fiend Poison can be mastered, we will surely become the leaders of the demonic path.

The old man in the blood-red robe thought to himself as he walked.

Meanwhile, on a mountain where the wind was biting cold.

Inside the main hall of the Tianshan Sword Sect, there were also a dozen or so middle-aged or elderly people, all dressed in white robes.

On the sect leader's chair sat a man in white robes, who looked to be in his forties and was quite refined.

Beside her sat a woman in her early twenties, dressed in a white palace gown, with her hair styled in a matronly bun. She was slender, stunningly beautiful, with skin as white as snow, and a cold expression on her face, as if worldly affairs were none of her concern.

"Sect Master, with sects being destroyed one after another, it seems those demonic villains are causing trouble again," a middle-aged man said.

"Yes, not only did they commit the act of annihilating a sect, but also the corpses and blood, and all the precious treasures have disappeared."

"Sect Master, as a first-class sect, our Tianshan Sword Sect should shoulder this great responsibility."

A series of voices echoed in agreement.

Several older people gritted their teeth at the mere mention of the demonic path.

"Very well, since everyone shares this view, I will immediately contact the major sects to discuss the matter of exterminating the demon."

The refined man in white robes clenched his fists tightly after speaking, his veins bulging, but he quickly suppressed them.

He is forty-eight years old this year. He was present when the Hehuan Sect was wiped out. As the future sect leader, he fought very bravely, but accidentally fell victim to the Forget-Desire Poison.

If he hadn't had a daughter before, he would have been childless.

The poison rendered him unable to do anything while he was with his beautiful wife, and over the years, his wife had become increasingly indifferent to him.

Lately, he's even too lazy to talk.

This same scenario is playing out in various sects, with a remarkably consistent objective.

That is to destroy demons.

Around three o'clock in the afternoon, Gu Yan arrived at the villa. He nodded as he looked at Xin Yao and Rui'er practicing their swordsmanship.

But what about Xiying and Mingyue?

He then descended the flying sword with the three women. Upon seeing Gu Yan, the two women, without even asking how he got down, immediately came over, knelt on one knee, and said, "This servant greets Master."

"Yes, get up. Where is Mingyue Xiying?" Gu Yan asked.

"Master, my two younger sisters and the mistress have gone out shopping," Xin Yao said, raising her alluring face.

"Then you two take them and familiarize yourselves with this place. I'm going out for a walk." After saying that, Gu Yan stepped onto his flying sword and disappeared.

Qingyue led her two newly adopted younger sisters inside and introduced them to various clothes.

Gu Yan flew directly to the warehouse, and upon arrival, he found that there were only about a thousand animals inside.

Seeing that they knew I had gone out, Gu Yan didn't see me off anymore, Gu Yan thought to himself.

Then hundreds of throwing knives spun around him, creating streaks of blood with each swoosh.

After finishing cooking, Gu Yan put them into his insect-raising space and then boarded his flying sword.

He planned to visit Xue Qiaoqiao and the others at the Xue Group. At his current speed, if he found a less crowded route, no one would be able to spot him.

Upon arriving at the building, it flew directly upwards from its back.

Xue Qiaoqiao, who was looking at the documents, suddenly saw a red light fly in. After discovering Gu Yan, she stood up and happily ran over in her high heels.

"Brother Yan, you're back!" Xue Qiaoqiao rushed into Gu Yan's arms and said.

Gu Yan carried her directly to the desk.

"Have you been having any trouble lately, anything difficult to handle?" Gu Yan asked as he pulled down his pants.

"Brother Yan, we've sold only a few dozen bottles of our product so far," Xue Qiaoqiao said shyly.

"So little?" Gu Yan frowned and said.

Then Xue Qiaoqiao interrupted Gu Yan's hand and handed him a tablet phone to show him.

What comes into view are countless comments.

"One thousand dragon coins for one hundred milliliters? Only a fool would buy that. Do you think we're fools?"

"Exactly! It also strengthens the body and prevents all diseases. You've solved a problem that the whole world has been researching for so long?"

"If we can sell a hundred bottles of this stuff that's just fooling idiots, I'll livestream myself eating shit."

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