“…” Chenghui moved his lips, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

"Stupid!" Xuan Shengyun flicked his hand across the jade token, creating a soft white light that he then transferred to another jade token. Then, with a flick of his fingertips, he placed the jade token into Chenghui's arms. "Next time you encounter this situation, be smarter."

“…”

"Master, where is mine?" Cheng Ling opened her watery eyes and looked at Xuan Shengyun with anticipation.

Xuan Shengyun put the jade token into his sleeve and said to Chenghui, "Do you have a portrait of Sect Master Lu?"

Chenghui shook his head.

Cheng Ling slammed the compass on the table and said, "I recorded it with the Wandering God Plate. If Master wants to see it, just give me another magic weapon!"

Xuan Shengyun gently hooked it with his hand.

The characters and patterns on the Zhengxuan Nine Classics Wandering God Plate lit up instantly, and then began to rotate, projecting a curtain of light.

Cheng Ling quickly covered the compass with her hand, but was unable to interfere with the light curtain that had already formed.

After thinking about it, he could only stand up and rush to Xuan Shengyun and cover his eyes with his hands.

On the light screen, the scene was showing Lu Qing rising into the air and slashing the strange land with a sword.

It was only a short segment, and Lu Qing's appearance could not be seen clearly.

"This sword art is indeed quite profound. I can't understand why." Xuan Shengyun gently pushed Cheng Ling away and used his spiritual power to drag the compass up. "I have to ask your uncle. Chenghui, you two should go and rest."

"Yes, Master."

Chenghui bowed, grabbed Chengling and left.

"Master stole my magic weapon! Master bullies the weak! Master is disrespectful to the elders! Brother is aiding and abetting evil!"

Cheng Ling shook her hands and stamped her feet, trying her best to resist, but unfortunately, it was useless.

Xuan Shengyun took the compass into the air, passed through the clouds, and landed on another mountain where thunder and lightning could be heard faintly.

Shi Qiao, the number one swordsman of the Zhengxuan Sect, practices here.

Xuan Shengyun directly showed Shi Qiao the scene of Lu Qing drawing his sword.

This Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator was almost stunned after reading this.

"...Junior Brother Shi?"

Shi Qiao didn't react at all.

Xuan Shengyun sat on a rock nearby, waiting for Shi Qiao to come back to his senses.

Two days and two nights later.

Shi Qiao suddenly stood up and casually broke off a branch in mid-air.

Then, he used a branch as a sword and swung it forward.

The sword intent, surging with spiritual energy, broke through the air and directly cut off a mountain top. The collapsed rubble rolled down the mountain, making a loud rumbling sound.

"Junior Brother Shi, have you realized it?"

Xuan Shengyun's eyes lit up.

Shi Qiao's sword was three times stronger than Xuan Shengyun had imagined!

"wrong."

Shi Qiao dropped the branch, sat down on the ground, and fell into a daze again.

Xuan Shengyun's expression became serious.

The Cangxia Sect's leader possessed such proficiency in the art of swordsmanship!? Could a single image alone have captivated Junior Brother Shi?