"Could it be that he knows he can't escape and is deliberately saying this to confuse us?" Shen Sanruo wondered.

But recalling the evil cultivator's actions and the tone and demeanor when he said those words, if it was fake, then he was far too good at pretending.

Upon hearing about heretical cultivators, those of them who had experienced the great upheaval in the Ninghua Sect naturally harbored deep hatred for them.

If it weren't for those evil cultivators, how could Ninghua Sect have suffered such a tragic fate, with only these few remaining?

Just hearing the words "heretical cultivator" filled their eyes with rage.

The Taoist Master Wuwei became serious and recalled the events of that year. "Back then, we used all our strength and cooperated with other sects to wipe out most of the evil cultivators. The rest were merely forced to retreat."

After that upheaval, the cultivation world was almost completely reshuffled, and the subsequent cultivation world was rebuilt on that foundation.

Therefore, many years later, Shen Sangri and the people of the cultivation world have never heard of the Ninghua Sect.

"There are at least hundreds of thousands of those evil cultivators who are still alive. Even if they are severely weakened, they will not disappear from the cultivation world like they did later."

Hundreds of thousands of heretical cultivators, after recuperating, would be enough to once again wreak havoc on the cultivation world.

How could they have mysteriously disappeared without a trace in the cultivation world?

Did they suddenly have a change of heart and decide to turn over a new leaf?

That's naturally impossible.

The words of the Taoist Master Wuwei lingered in Shen Sangruo's mind for a long time, and then an idea suddenly popped into her head.

She widened her eyes slightly, her expression unusually solemn. "Does the Daoist Wuwei mean that those evil cultivators haven't disappeared, but have chosen to hide and lie low, waiting for an opportunity, still plotting against the cultivation world?"

This explains why the heretical cultivator had such a boastful tone.

The Taoist Master Wuwei remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.

However, Chen Sanruo always felt that something was wrong, but after thinking about it for a long time, she could not find anything wrong.

"But how could so many of them escape everyone's eyes and hide in the cultivation world?" Su Xiyu asked in confusion.

Ye Huai met her gaze and said in a deep voice, "Does Fourth Junior Sister remember that place?"

"Senior Brother, you mean..." Su Xiyu didn't finish her sentence, but they all understood.

Shen Sanruo had also heard of the place Su Xiyu spoke of, that extremely yin and evil place, a place no one ever set foot in.

He couldn't help but furrow his brow slightly.

"Then isn't the cultivation world in imminent danger?" Song Weiyan quickly asked.

Wuwei Daoist waved his hand, "I don't think they will make a move immediately. After all, the best time for them to make a move is when Ninghua Sect is almost extinct."

Back then, Ninghua Sect was like a mountain standing in the way of evil cultivators.

"But in the tens of thousands of years that followed, they made no further moves."

In other words, if you're going to take action, you should have done it sooner; there's no need to wait until today.

But their current eagerness to try might also serve as a warning.

"Never mind, let's see how it goes."

"We shouldn't rush into this matter, but we also shouldn't completely ignore it," Bai Ruoan said, having to admit, "Ninghua Sect is not the same Ninghua Sect it used to be."

Their power is too insignificant.

"Ultimately, we need to establish a certain status for Ninghua Sect in the cultivation world so that it can have a voice and work with others to handle this matter," Shen Sangruo also said.

The matter has come full circle, returning to the sect competition.

Everyone sighed softly.

After a long silence, I kept the matter in my heart, but could only avoid the topic.

"By the way, Sang girl, you've found the Myriad Transformation Wood Core. I can now help you modify your weapon." The Taoist Master Wuwei stroked his beard.

Shen Sanruo, who already had a plan in mind, said to him, "Thank you, Sect Master Wuwei, but I would like to ask you to guide me so that I can try to modify the Feather Fan myself."

She already knew what kind of feather fan she wanted, her natal weapon, and most importantly, it had to be connected to her.

Her modification would make her even more compatible with the feather fan.

“That’s good. You have a fire elemental root, so you’re well-suited for weapon crafting.” Daoist Wuwei nodded, approving of her approach. “Then I will assist and guide you from the side.”

"Come to my weapon-refining hall tomorrow."

"Thank you, Sect Master."

The process of modifying weapons cannot be interrupted, which is equivalent to going into seclusion.

The Taoist Master Wuwei specially set aside half a day for her to recover from the hardships of the journey, and also to allow her to spend more time with Ye Huai and the others.

As for the treasures she obtained from the Mystic Realm and the old wizard, she did not intend to tell them at this moment.

When Ninghua Sect reappears in the world's sight, this will be the surprise she has prepared for them, and also the capital for Ninghua Sect to stand firm in the cultivation world.

As usual, Su Xiyu and the others asked her to recount the many things that happened in the Illusory Realm, and she told them one by one.

When they talked about her meeting Fang Yu of the Hehuan Sect, their faces were filled with vigilance, and for the first time they felt a sense of crisis.

Here they come, their outstanding junior sister, is she really going to be coveted by others?

They're actually from the Hehuan Sect; we have to be careful!

Each person spoke a sentence, and they thoroughly questioned Fang Yu about his background and what had happened between the two of them.

He looked so nervous, as if he was afraid that Shen Sang might be kidnapped, and he wanted to keep a close watch on her.

If Fang Yu heard these words, he would definitely swear on the spot that he was loyal to his sister Sang Ruo and that his sincerity was as clear as day and he had no other intentions!

Let alone abducting Shen Sangri, if he weren't already a disciple of the Hehuan Sect, he would have loved to come to the Ninghua Sect and offer himself up.

After confirming that Fang Yu was just a simpleton, a fool like Song Weiyan, the group finally felt relieved.

Looking at their expressions, Shen Sangruo was both amused and exasperated.

Then she took out the houttuynia cordata, mushrooms, and the blood-tears jade bamboo that she had specially prepared for Bai Ruoan.

Su Xiyu's eyes lit up the moment she saw the ingredients, while the others were on high alert.

"Junior Sister, you mustn't!" Song Weiyan cried with a mournful face.

"Get out of the way. I'm preparing a welcome banquet for my junior sister. I don't have time to think about how to poison you. Stop flattering yourself." Su Xiyu rolled her eyes.

"That's good, that's good." Song Weiyan patted her chest, still feeling a bit shaken.

A flash of light appeared in front of Ye Huai, and Youyou appeared out of thin air.

Today it is wearing a little blue dress, which, unsurprisingly, was also sewn by Ye Huai himself.

The little white cat strode with haughty steps, its nine tails swaying slowly behind it, as it walked towards Chen Sangruo.

“It misses you too.” Ye Huai paused, then added, “It rarely comes out on its own initiative like this.”

Having already gained experience in carrying Zhu Miao in the Illusory Realm, Chen Sangruo easily scooped up Youyou and held her in her arms, demonstrating her skill and ease.