But they are so different.

Half-step Mahayana cultivators have a deeper understanding of the Heavenly Dao and can more freely utilize and absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It can be said that they have a strong suppressive effect on Nascent Soul cultivators.

The Demon Sect Master is an ambitious man. Now that he has achieved cultivation, what he desires is probably the power of the cultivation world.

His arrival at Guangmingzong at this time immediately made Guangmingzong nervous.

"Advancing to the half-step Mahayana realm is not something that can be done overnight. He has had this level of cultivation for a long time. Why didn't we know?" Shen Wangshu felt troubled and frowned.

Xiao Xuan looked up and saw her frowning. He quickly got up and stretched out his little paws to smooth out the wrinkles on Shen Wangshu's face.

It patted its little chest vigorously to show that it was there.

Although its cultivation has started afresh, it had once attempted to reach the Mahayana stage and had some understanding of the world, so it naturally felt it was the right person to take the lead.

It enjoyed being pampered and indulged by Shen Wangshu, and also liked to jump out and become Shen Wangshu's support at this time. Therefore, it was very attentive. If it weren't for the presence of the cultivators that Guangming Sect disliked, it would have started squeaking. It saw Shen Wangshu smile slightly at it, and then this aloof and beautiful woman said lightly, "I can only try my best and dare not make any promises."

Who would want to fight to the death with someone who has only reached the half-step Mahayana stage?

Of course, Shen Wangshu was determined to kill the sect leader's daughter, so it would be difficult to avoid conflict.

"Don't force yourself. If it doesn't work, Guangming Sect can activate its mountain-protecting formation to protect our safety." Every sect has its trump cards, and Guangming Sect's mountain-protecting formation is clearly a very good one.

This grand formation, capable of withstanding attacks from Mahayana cultivators, is the sect's last trump card.

"They were so arrogant before, but when they encountered a half-step Mahayana cultivator, they turned into cowards." Fairy Red Moon sneered from the side.

"If you like risking your life, then don't become a coward," Shen Wangshu said with a faint smile.

"If I were a Nascent Soul cultivator, would I need to..."

"You're naturally stupid and can't become a Nascent Soul cultivator, is that my fault?" Shen Wangshu retorted. Seeing that Fairy Red Moon was trembling with anger, her beautiful face twisted into a mess, and thinking of Yue Xizhi before, he stood up, hugged her, and said with a smile, "Cultivate properly, otherwise, even your own disciples will look down on you."

The fox in her arms was still nodding in agreement, looking quite pleased with itself. The sight of the two of them nearly drove the Red Moon Fairy to madness. She glared angrily at Shen Wangshu, gritting her teeth.

The sect leader of Guangming Sect rubbed his eyes, looking troubled.

He saw Shen Wangshu doting on that fox, and that fox reciprocating by always standing by her side. He also saw his fellow disciples with different intentions. He felt a sense of weariness and sighed.

Sometimes, even humans aren't as sincere as monsters.

He was exhausted from working for the sect and didn't want to smooth things over for Fairy Red Moon and the remaining fellow disciples any longer. He said gently to Shen Wangshu, "You've just finished your seclusion, so go back and rest. The Demon Sect Master will be coming in a few days, so you don't need to worry."

He saw Shen Wangshu nod slightly and leave without looking back. Although he knew that Lingxiao was always cold on the outside but warm on the inside, and that he cared about the sect even though he spoke coldly, he felt that Lingxiao was different from before. This strange feeling seemed to have suddenly arisen from his heart.

In the past, no matter how much Lingxiao was ridiculed, he was convinced that she would not leave the sect.

But now, he saw a resolute intent in her back view.

The leader of Guangming Sect twitched his lips, but kept his thoughts buried deep in his heart.

If she really wants to abandon the sect... he will let her leave...

Shen Wangshu seemed to hear an old sigh behind him, and couldn't help but turn around to look, but saw nothing.

She was carrying Xiao Xuan along a path on a sacred mountain within the sect. Guangming Sect, being a major righteous sect, possessed considerable depth. Aside from its thirty-six peaks and dojos, several floating sacred mountains, faintly visible amidst the sea of ​​clouds, hovered in the center of this sect, a gathering place for high-level cultivators, forming the nascent shape of a grand formation. These sacred mountains were covered with rare and precious medicinal herbs and flowers, and were inhabited by spirit cranes and apes, all incredibly vibrant.

As Shen Wangshu walked along the path, about to reach a small pavilion where he usually sat idly with Daoist Xiwu, he heard a girl's sharp voice coming from the silent immortal mountain.

"I'm just asking you for a few spirit pills, why are you being so stingy?!" Shen Wangshu saw a lively young girl under the Qionghua flower, glaring at the handsome young man.

If you didn't know she was asking for something, you'd think she was there to collect a debt.

Seeing the girl's imperious manner and the way she seemed to have the young man completely under her thumb, Shen Wangshu raised an eyebrow, walked over and sat down opposite Xi Wu Daojun, leisurely watching the indignant Ling'er to the side.

The girl seemed completely unfazed, still putting on an expression that said, "Asking you for your things is giving you face." However, Daoist Xiwu wasn't a masochist; he simply smiled and turned his head away, ignoring Ling'er. He was clearly enduring it, and Shen Wangshu could see the deep impatience in his eyes. She couldn't help but reveal a faint hint of amusement, wanting to know what he would do.

"I thought you knew my identity," Xi Wu Daojun said gently after a long silence.

"What?! Are you using your status to pressure me?!" Ling'er shouted.

Back then, it was precisely because she wasn't afraid of this person's identity that he treated her differently and took her to heart.

Xi Wu Daojun simply smiled, tossed a jade slip in front of Ling'er, and said gently, "Go to the Law Enforcement Hall and receive three hundred lashes. In the future, be respectful to the elders, otherwise, if you encounter someone with a bad temper, it won't just be a matter of lashes."

Anyone with a temper would be killed outright, right? Under Ling'er's dazed gaze, Daoist Xiwu turned to Shen Wangshu and said with a smile, "You're right. Don't dirty my hands. She's not worth my time. Let the Enforcement Hall handle it." His gentle voice, coupled with his cold, distant disdain, instantly brought tears to Ling'er's eyes.

"You bastard!" A sense of panic welled up inside her, and she threw the jade slip at Daoist Xiwu.

A black shadow suddenly pounced on her, followed by a scream. The pretty girl covered her face and fell to the ground, blood seeping through her fingers.

A black fox jumped back onto the table and disdainfully licked the blood off its paws.

"Oh dear, are you hurt..." The young man's anxious voice suddenly rang out. Ling'er's heart leaped with joy, but then she saw that the young man didn't even glance at her. He directly picked up the black fox's paw and asked with pity, "Are your paws hurt?"