"Today I will find the murderer and avenge my grandson. Anyone who dares to stop me will become an enemy of my Jinyun Sect!"

Lei Ming sneered, but did not show any weakness.

When the Holy Son of the Tianlei Sect died a few days ago, no one cared. Today, Qin Zhenshan also tasted this heart-wrenching pain.

"What a Jinyun Sect! My nephew Lei Zhen was tragically killed the other day, and you, the Jinyun Sect, used the excuse that the competition hadn't ended yet to prevent me from seeking revenge.

Now that your grandson is dead, you still want to disrupt the order of the game. How arrogant!

If you want to seek revenge today, you must get past me first!"

Lightning flashed and crackled all around him, and a powerful force of thunder and lightning was ready to be unleashed.

The situation between the two men was tense and a fight was about to break out when an old man in a black robe slowly walked out.

He had a gaunt face and deep eyes. He was none other than Xuanjizi, the elder of Xuantian Sword Sect.

Xuanjizi said in a deep voice, "You two, the mining competition is a major event for the sect, how can it be delayed due to personal grudges?

However, the sudden death of Qin Shengzi is indeed somewhat strange. After the competition is over, my Xuantian Sword Sect will take the lead in investigating this matter and give an explanation to the Jinyun Sect. "

As soon as Xuanjizi finished speaking, a lazy voice sounded.

"Elder Xuanjizi is absolutely right. The competition is important, and personal grudges should be put aside. If Saint Qin perished in a normal competition, Elder Qin's actions would undoubtedly be a violation of the rules."

Fairy Wumeng walked out gracefully, her charming eyes swept over everyone, finally falling on Qin Zhenshan, and her red lips slightly opened.

"Elder Qin, what do you think?"

Qin Zhenshan's heart was boiling with rage, but he could only swallow his anger.

He glared at Lei Ming fiercely, snorted coldly, and walked away.

Lei Ming glared back, not to be outdone, and also turned and left.

Seeing the two people leave, Fairy Wumeng covered her lips and chuckled, looking like she was enjoying the fun, which made the others frown.

During the elders' dispute,

Meng Wan, Xuan Ji, and Qing Yu have left the mine and returned to the surface.

Qingyu suggested, "The competition will be over in two hours. Let's hunt down some stray cultivators to complete the task. We can't let the result be too ugly."

Meng Wan agreed, and the three of them began hunting down wandering cultivators outside the mine.

If they meet geniuses from other sects along the way, they will be killed without mercy.

Xuan Ji followed Meng Wan silently. At first, he felt a little reluctant, thinking that these wandering cultivators and geniuses might be innocent.

However, as the Heart-Eating Bug continued to transmit the overheard thoughts into his ears, Xuan Ji's reluctance gradually turned into silence.

He discovered that none of these so-called upright monks were truly innocent.

Their hands are stained with blood, and even the lowest-level independent cultivators have killed and robbed for resources and treasures.

Xuan Ji's heart began to waver. The Buddhist teachings he once firmly believed in seemed too pale and powerless in the face of the cruel reality.

The voice of the Heart-Eating Bug echoed in Xuan Ji's ears, and the stolen voice of his heart flooded into his mind like a tide.

An old Taoist priest who looks kind and benevolent is actually plotting how to seize the wife of his fellow disciple.

A lovely female cultivator secretly killed her sisters in order to obtain more family resources.

Even a casual cultivator whose cultivation level is only at the Qi Refining Stage is fantasizing in his heart that one day he will be able to successfully build a foundation, establish his own market, and do whatever he wants in it.

"Is this the righteous path I once upheld?"

Xuan Ji sneered in his heart, and an indescribable sense of absurdity arose spontaneously.

These so-called upright cultivators do not guide people to do good, but are obsessed with killing and robbing treasures. However, their methods are not as cruel as those of the demonic cultivators, and their actions are not as unscrupulous as those of the demonic cultivators.

What is the difference between such a righteous cultivator and a demonic cultivator?

He recalled the days when he had spent time at Xuanhu Temple, with the morning bells and evening drums, the green lamps and ancient Buddhas, everything was so peaceful and tranquil.

However, the world outside the temple is so filthy.

He once thought that as long as he learned Buddhism well, he would be able to save all living beings. But now it seems that he was too naive.

Perhaps these things have been messed up since the beginning.

Unless... one day, he can cultivate to the highest level, then he can break the old shackles and establish a new order!

This thought was like a flash of lightning, cutting through the fog in Xuan Ji's heart.

"I see……"

Xuan Ji murmured softly, with a terrifying light flashing in his eyes.

He needs to become stronger, because only by standing at the top can he be qualified to preach!

He is no longer confused or hesitant. All he has is the unwavering faith and determination to move forward!

Xuan Ji's change immediately alarmed the two people beside him.

Meng Wan glanced at him sideways, her expression not changing much, and she stood by to protect him.

Although Qingyu was protecting Xuanji on the surface, the alarm bells had already sounded in his heart.

He is worthy of being the most gifted Buddhist disciple in Xuanhu Temple in hundreds of years.

He can easily gain enlightenment. This boy's comprehension is indeed extraordinary.

Although he has fallen into evil and seems to have destroyed his own future, who knows whether he will find a new path in the future?

Half an incense stick later, Xuan Ji regained consciousness from his state of enlightenment.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and a powerful aura burst out from him.

His cultivation, which was already at the ninth level of foundation building, improved a lot in an instant and he was only one step away from the golden elixir.

Xuan Ji slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, restrained his aura, and nodded slightly towards Meng Wan and Qing Yu.

"Thank you both for protecting me."

Meng Wan smiled calmly, "Congratulations."

The stronger the follower, the more beneficial it is for her.

Qing Yu also bowed and congratulated, "Junior Brother Xuan Ji has made further progress in his cultivation. In time, he will surely become a pillar of the Xuan Yin Sect."

Seeing that the time was almost up and the hunting competition was about to end, the three of them immediately stopped hunting and returned to the open-pit mine, waiting for the final result to be announced.

At the same time, Lingwu and Huali, who finally made it to the end of the competition, breathed a sigh of relief.

This disastrous competition finally ended.

Both of them were very glad that they did not meet Meng Wan again.

In the open-pit mine, Li Potian was standing alone on a huge rock, looking into the distance.

Seeing Meng Wan and the other two returning, her eyes flashed slightly, and she said with relief as if nothing had happened.

"It's great that you three have returned safely. I've been worried about you all the time."

Meng Wan didn't care. She nodded slightly as a greeting and didn't ask about Li Potian's whereabouts after he left the mine.

In addition to the four of them, three disciples of the Xuanyin Sect also returned alive.

Although everyone was injured, it was a blessing to be alive under the crazy revenge of other sects.

On the other side of the mine, Lingwu and Huali saw Meng Wan from afar, feeling mixed emotions.

The news of Qin Shaoyang's death has spread, and there is even more fear in their eyes when they look at Meng Wan.

Especially Huali, if she hadn't broken free from the control of the bewitching magic at the last moment, she would have been in great danger.