This mechanism was personally designed by the original owner. Without simultaneously meeting the pressing frequency and the force required to push the door, a single floor mechanism alone would not be enough to open the door.

Fang Yuan was truly helpless against this situation for the time being, and could only watch helplessly as Yu Ling escaped from his grasp.

There's no other way but to start by collecting the relics of the Demonic Cult.

As for this cunning remnant of the demonic cult, Fang Yuan was confident he could capture him again. This wasn't just a coincidence; his specialty was catching bad guys.

He had just completed the task His Majesty had given him, and he would return to the Six Doors sooner or later. He wasn't in a hurry to avenge being tricked by Yu Ling.

Regardless of how furious Fang Yuan was, he angrily began to take stock of all the items in the treasure vault.

After escaping Fang Yuan's sight through the hidden door, Yu Ling decisively returned to the Demonic Sect's main hall through the secret passage entrance.

"I'm such a clever little devil."

After returning to the original owner's room and ransacking it, Yu Ling dressed himself up, his face and body cleaned, revealing a handsome face. He tied his black hair up high, and his dark blue robes were particularly eye-catching. At his waist hung the jade ornaments that the original owner had piled up in the corner but were quite valuable.

Wow, he looks so elegant from head to toe, like a rich young master.

This is completely different from the original owner's sinister and imposing aura as a demonic cult leader, as well as the cowardly lackey image she had just disguised herself as. Now, she should no longer attract attention!

"Hmm, where should I hide now... Mingling in the martial arts world is too risky, what if Fang Yuan comes after me..."

Countless ideas flashed through Yu Ling's mind, but she couldn't find a suitable solution.

"Oh well, we're safe now anyway. Let's find a place to settle down first, just make sure to stay away from the main character."

Having made up her mind, Yu Ling turned to leave.

However, he had only been walking along the forest path for a short while when he heard a loud crash ahead, as if something heavy had fallen to the ground, which made him stop his journey toward the town.

"Could it be that the righteous sects are lying in ambush nearby? That shouldn't be the case. Judging from Wei Hongyuan's words, didn't they return to the Martial Alliance a long time ago?"

Yu Ling was startled and quickly went to check.

Soon, Yu Ling saw a freshly made corpse lying outside the Demon Sect's main hall, with blood flowing from the wounds, staining a large area of ​​the ground beneath it.

Yu Ling approached and took a closer look, discovering that this person was an ordinary disciple of the Demonic Sect under the original owner's command. Upon closer inspection, she noticed that the Demonic Sect disciple's face was covered with a black cloth, obscuring his features, but his figure surprisingly resembled that of the original owner.

His body was still warm, how did he die here!

"Tsk, the entire Demonic Sect has been wiped out, why is someone still lingering here? And where did this lackey come from?!"

There were other people wandering around, so I had to be careful. But look... this person's identification, the legendary official ordination certificate, was still hanging on his waist.

Yu Ling's heart skipped a beat. She pulled it out, wiped the bloodstains on the cultist's clothes, and claimed it for herself. This solved her immediate problem of having no identity.

The original owner had never left the martial world and didn't have such a thing as a certificate of ordination. The imperial law stipulated that a certificate of ordination had to be checked whenever someone entered or left the city. He was just wondering where to get one, and this was just like a pillow being handed to him when he was dozing off!

After all, this disciple of the Demonic Cult is already dead, and no one can verify information with a dead person, right?

Besides, most of those who can join the Demonic Cult are alone, without any relatives or friends. Borrowing this identity won't arouse suspicion.

Yu Ling sighed at her good luck, but felt that things were just too coincidental. However, it didn't matter. Apart from being ganged up on by a group of people and running into someone like the protagonist, she was confident that she could beat anyone else in a one-on-one fight.

We need to deal with the guy who just killed the kind-hearted young man who gave us the identity. He shouldn't have gone far; we might run into him again in a few more steps.

Thinking of this, Yu Ling looked around.

He had only taken a few steps when he felt a cold sweat break out on his back, as if some danger was approaching.

Yu Ling paused slightly and turned around abruptly. She saw a figure appear in the darkness behind her, dressed in a black, tight-fitting night suit and wearing a bamboo hat, making it impossible to see the figure's face. Moreover, the long sword in the person's hand was already drawn, dripping blood and emitting a chilling light, which made Yu Ling's heart tremble.

"Who are you?" Yu Ling asked warily.

The man didn't speak, but instead quickened his pace and approached Yu Ling. The blade in his hand gleamed with a ghostly green light. Yu Ling dared not be careless and quickly leaped back to the corpse, drawing the longsword that was standard issue for members of the Demonic Sect to fight back.

A series of clanging sounds rang out, and Yu Ling felt the pressure increase suddenly. He couldn't help but frown. This person's martial arts were so powerful that his arm went numb. Moreover, the moves were strange, and seemed to be a legendary sword technique that had been lost to the martial arts world for a long time!

The man was somewhat surprised to see that Yu Ling could fight him to a standstill. However, he had only heard that the Sunset Cult had been raided and had come to take the opportunity to steal some cultivation techniques.

As for who he had killed along the way, and what the identity of Yu Ling, dressed as a noble young master, was, he knew nothing and did not intend to know. His only thought was to deal with the troublesome fellow before him so he could steal something.

The two immediately unleashed a flurry of swordplay, creating a series of overlapping shadows. Yu Ling felt an immense force pressing down on her, causing her entire body to involuntarily lean forward.

Suddenly, the longsword slipped from her hand, and her entire right arm felt weak and limp, as if it had been broken. Yu Ling inwardly cried out in alarm; this person's internal energy was terrifyingly powerful. Was he going to unleash another attack by stimulating her acupoints with her divine soul?

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