Could it be that Jiang Yuetong wants her to save someone?

After all, she had only recently begun cultivating, and the only things she could boast about were her few treasures and her extraordinary medical skills.

Jiang Yuetong probably wouldn't be interested in the former, so Li Qingrong thought to herself.

"Finally here! Hahaha..." A sinister laugh came from the shadows.

The elites seemed to have been prepared, gathering their spiritual energy and sending it towards the direction from which the sound came. The end of the stone path instantly lit up, becoming brightly lit.

Jiang Yuetong quickly saw the situation inside.

An old man dressed in a black robe was sealed inside a golden pillar of light. His face was weathered and haggard, and he looked like he had been there for quite some time.

"I thought I had disturbed some reclusive expert's cultivation, but I was overthinking it," Jiang Yuetong said with a slight smile.

The old man's eyes, like those of a venomous snake, stared at Jiang Yuetong and laughed, "Full of arrogance, not taking anyone seriously, no wonder you're from Nangong Yihong of the Three States."

"Oh?" Jiang Yuetong seemed somewhat surprised.

She raised her delicate eyebrows and parted her red lips slightly: "You know my master?"

"Of course! For his sake, I'll let you go faster."

As soon as he finished speaking, a real dragon, as if cast in gold, appeared behind the old man and then charged towards Jiang Yuetong in a mighty procession.

Seeing this, Jiang Yuetong quickly took out a talisman and held it in front of her. The two collided, and the surrounding stone path was affected by the force of the impact, causing the lights to flicker.

Seeing that she easily blocked his attack, the old man's eyes flashed with excitement. He pointed at Jiang Yuetong and shouted, "Capture her! After I refine her, we can leave!"

Having been sealed away for two hundred years, he only needs to refine this girl to break through his cultivation level.

Once he breaks the seal, he can leave the secret realm.

A figure appeared on the silver sword beside the old man. Jiang Yuetong knew it was the sword spirit, and without hesitation, she released Jiang Xinyao's hand and said, "You all retreat!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xinyao immediately ran back obediently. Even if she couldn't help, she couldn't make things worse.

"To die by my hand is your honor." The sword spirit said disdainfully, spreading his hands to condense countless fireballs.

"Try it!" Jiang Yuetong's dark eyes flashed with killing intent, and the aura around her was chillingly cold.

The two quickly started fighting. Jiang Yuetong dodged the fireball by turning her hand and holding the Jade Bone Demon Fan, the handle of which struck the sword spirit hard in the chest.

"Ah!!" the sword spirit screamed in agony.

After landing, it took a few steps back to steady itself, its eyes wide with shock as it looked at Jiang Yuetong.

I never expected this brat's weapon to be so powerful.

Jiang Yuetong didn't give it a chance and used the Jade Bone Demon Fan to try and drive the sword spirit back.

"Stop!" The old man exclaimed in surprise, standing up abruptly.

Jiang Yuetong ignored her. She was determined to severely injure the arrogant sword spirit.

"Oh, young friend from the Eastern Region, your master and I have been sworn brothers. Please give me some face."

Jiang Yuetong, standing on the sword spirit's head, looked up at the old man, her red lips curving slightly: "Aren't you going to capture me?"

The old man looked at the sword spirit, who was pinned to the ground and unable to move, and quickly shook his head, saying, "I won't catch it anymore, I won't catch it anymore."

"Heh." Jiang Yuetong scoffed.

She put away the Jade Bone Demon Fan, lightly patted her clothes, and then kicked the sword spirit back in front of the old man.

“If you can’t refine me, there is someone who can.” As she spoke, Jiang Yuetong looked at Li Qingrong behind her.

Li Qingrong: "..."

That's a blatant threat!