Let’s not talk about Xiang Sheng’s whereabouts for now.
However, after Tong Qiu Shuang entered the secret realm, what she saw was very different from Xiang Sheng's. All she saw was a desert.
The sun hanging above the desert seems to be fixed overhead, never setting.
Tong Qiu Shuang observed her surroundings and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Good luck.
Although the gathering points of the Earth Yin Spirit were marked on the sect's jade map, no one could guarantee that there were no gathering points elsewhere.
If someone takes the jade slip map as a guiding principle and acts rashly, he may die without knowing how he died.
The desert terrain here is vast, and the floating earth spirits can be seen from afar. As long as you don't release your spiritual sense indiscriminately, it is relatively easy to avoid them. It is also quite safe to attract one alone and kill it.
If you land in a place with complex terrain, you might bump into the spirit nest in the blink of an eye.
Thinking of this, Tong Qiu Shuang's tense mind relaxed a little, but she didn't expect that even greater luck was yet to come.
After three days of cautious travel, she unexpectedly met Wang Bizhao.
"Uncle Wang!"
She was so surprised and delighted that she immediately forgot her guard and moved closer quickly.
Wang Bizhao didn't look happy at all, instead his expression was slightly cold: "Stop!"
Tong Qiu Shuang was stunned for a moment, then stood there obediently, not knowing what was going on.
Wang Bizhao looked at the unique silliness emanating from the girl in front of him, and his brows relaxed a little.
This kind of innocence is something that ordinary people cannot learn.
Could it really be such a coincidence?
Seeing Tong Qiu Shuang still standing there, looking bewildered, he could not help but raise his voice: "Token."
Tong Qiu Shuang just woke up as if from a dream, and hurriedly took out the token and presented it with both hands.
Wang Bizhao took it and checked it, confirming that the token was authentic, but he was still not reassured.
After thinking for a moment, she asked again, "I haven't asked you before, have you accepted my apology?"
Tong Qiu Shuang didn't hear any of the temptations in it, and nodded repeatedly: "Got it. Junior Sister Shen also asked Uncle what you said about her, but I didn't tell her."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Bizhao suddenly snapped his fingers and a cold light flashed out.
Tong Qiu Shuang felt a sharp pain between her eyebrows and couldn't help but press the painful spot, "Master, why did you hit me?"
"When you go out, be careful."
Wang Bizhao didn't sense any unusual spiritual aura, and his expression softened completely. "You rushed over so rashly, aren't you afraid that I'm someone else pretending to be you?"
Tong Qiu Shuang was shocked and stepped back in fear.
Wang Bizhao laughed dumbly, "Isn't it too late to react now?"
Tong Qiu Shuang calmed down a little and immediately understood the meaning. If the person in front of her was really an enemy, how could he say such words? He would probably have tried to kill her the moment she approached.
Thinking of this, Tong Qiushuang's face was filled with shame: "Uncle Master, I..."
"Okay, no need to say more."
Wang Bizhao smiled and consoled him, "This is your first time going down the mountain, so your lack of experience is understandable.
I'm going to the inner circle and can walk with you for a while."
Tong Qiushuang's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she said in a crisp voice, "Thank you, Uncle Master!"
Wang Bizhao patted her shoulder and said, "Let's go."
The two of them set off together. Tong Qiushuang couldn't hold back her words and asked, "Master, what was the purpose of that finger wind you just gave me?"
"The wind that just blew was the Soul-Scattering Wind."
Wang Bizhao explained in a gentle voice, "If you were possessed by someone and were struck by this wind, your mind would become unstable and your aura would leak out.
This finger wind is just a test and will not affect you."
Tong Qiu Shuang suddenly realized, but a chill ran down her spine.
In the past, she had only heard her ancestors talk about how dangerous the world of cultivation was, but she had no real idea of it.
Now she was in a dangerous place. Seeing that Uncle Wang, whose cultivation was much higher than hers, was still so cautious, she finally had a real feeling about the word "danger".
In the following days, Wang Bizhao took Tong Qiushuang to find several low-level spirits to practice with.
Under her hands-on guidance, Tong Qiu Shuang has made rapid progress, from being flustered at the beginning to being able to handle things with ease now.
One day, the two had just crossed a desert peak when suddenly the communication talismans on their waists vibrated.
Wang Bizhao's consciousness swept through, his eyes instantly stern: "It's a message for help, not far from here. Qiu Shuang, find a place to hide first."
Tong Qiu Shuang also knew that she would only make things worse if she went there, so she nodded repeatedly and turned around to find a safer place to stay.
Seeing this, Wang Bizhao did not delay any longer. He tapped the ground lightly with his feet, and his body instantly turned into a blue sword rainbow and flew through the air.
Ten breaths later, Wang Bizhao rushed to the source of the message and saw from afar a young man in the ordinary clothes of a casual cultivator surrounded by a group of earth yin spirits.
Judging from his aura, his cultivation level was probably around the late Jindan stage. He looked panicked, struggling to move, and had bruises all over his body.
Although there were many earth yin spirits besieging him, the one with the highest aura was only at the perfect stage of Jindan.
Wang Bizhao felt a little strange because he didn't recognize the man.
Only the disciples of the Sword Sect and Piaoxue Palace knew about the distress message. There were no male disciples in Piaoxue Palace, so it was impossible for her not to know the disciples of the Sword Sect.
But since I'm already here, it's just a small favor...
Thinking of this, Wang Bizhao put his fingers together like swords and casually swung out a blue rain of swords.
The rain of swords fell, like sharp blades piercing through the transparent body of the Earth Yin Spirit.
The Yin spirits of the crowd seemed to be being tortured by slow slicing. They no longer cared about surrounding and killing the young man. They struggled to disperse and were constantly consumed by the screams.
Soon, balls of vital energy and true energy droplets were transformed and floated in the air for people to pick.
The young man was suddenly rescued and was stunned for a moment before he realized something. He looked up and saw Wang Bizhao floating down. He was so excited that his eyes turned red. He knelt down and kowtowed without saying a word.
"Zhuang Chen, an inner disciple of Wangxian Peak of Wuji Immortal Sect, kneels to thank Senior Sister Jianzong for saving his life!"
When Wang Bizhao heard the words "Wuji Xianzong", her brows furrowed. "Are you a disciple of Wuji Xianzong?"
"Senior Sister, don't you believe it?"
Zhuang Chen was anxious and hurriedly took out the jade token and presented it: "This is my identity token. I am indeed a disciple of the Wuji Xianzong.
I heard that every time the Hunyuan Secret Realm opens, people from the Pantheon sneak in to assassinate the disciples of the three sects, so I changed into this casual cultivator's clothes to hide my tracks."
Before Zhuang Chen finished speaking, he felt a pain between his eyebrows.
He was so scared that he covered his hands and looked up in horror.
Wang Bizhao didn't sense any signs of the other party being possessed, so he frowned and threw the identity token back to him.
"How did you know about the Myriad Veins Sword Sect's distress message?"
Zhuang Chen heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that Wang Bizhao had no intention of killing him, and replied obediently:
"Uncle Master, please allow me to report that I met a senior from the Sword Sect two days ago. Senior Brother Liao helped him kill a late Nascent Soul Earth Yin Spirit.
The two of them were on different paths, but before they parted, they exchanged messages seeking help, which I, the younger generation, was fortunate enough to learn of."
Zhuang Chen said with a guilty look on his face, "Brother Liao left me to train alone, not far from me. I panicked when I got into danger, and accidentally made a mistake in the distress message.
Fortunately, Senior Sister came, otherwise..."
Zhuang Chen smiled awkwardly, "Thank you so much, Senior Sister, for saving my life!"
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