"Okay, I'll go see the master tonight."

"By the way, did anything happen in the sect during the time I was in seclusion?" Li Zhiming asked.

"It is said that twenty-one spies were caught!"

"Including the thirty-two people on the Trial Road, this time we caught fifty-three spies, including direct disciples and even personal disciples!"

"Even the direct disciples are involved in this, which makes people think carefully!" Qin Chuan shook his head with a serious expression.

"This number is indeed somewhat unexpected."

"When will the sect be unsealed?"

"It will be unsealed after we enter the inheritance land and come out."

"By the way, I heard that there were strange phenomena in the northern wilderness, and it is suspected that there are treasures."

"Now many forces have rushed over. After the sect is unsealed, each peak will send disciples to the Northern Wilderness to snatch treasures." Qin Chuan said again.

"Yes, I know."

"You knew that a long time ago?"

"I heard from Mr. Shi about it before, and it seems the news has spread." Li Zhiming replied.

"You are so powerful now, you are more informed than me!"

"I can't accompany you to the Northern Wasteland this time. After we leave the inheritance land, I have to return to the clan."

"Okay, let's have a nice drink before we go."

"Okay, I'll treat you this time." Qin Chuan said generously.

"It's getting late, you should hurry up and get ready to meet the sect leader." Qin Chuan patted Li Zhiming on the shoulder.

Late at night, the moon rises over the mountain.

Li Zhiming came to Zhongshan Peak.

He had been to the master's bedroom once before, so he was familiar with the place.

Li Zhiming arrived at the gate of the courtyard and was about to knock when he heard the door creak open.

He walked into the courtyard and came to the yard where the study was located.

The door was open and the room was brightly lit by candlelight.

It seems that Song Hongyan has been waiting for a long time.

"Sit down."

Song Hongyan's voice is ethereal and pleasant.

She was sitting sideways, with her long, soft hair falling in front of her shoulders. She was wearing a lavender gauze dress, and her perfect figure was fully displayed under the gauze.

The slender legs are like a pleasing work of art, the jade-white curves of the feet are almost perfect, and the round nails are dotted with an even touch of light red.

She pushed the teacup in front of Li Zhiming with lazy and casual movements, and the few pounds of charm on her chest rippled, making Li Zhiming unable to help but look at her a few more times.

This was the first time he saw Song Hongyan like this.

It seems that even the head of a sect, the awe-inspiring Song Hongyan, can be so casual at times.

She now looked completely different from her usual self. A faint smile hung on her bright face, and her clear eyes sparkled like gems.

This posture, coupled with a purple gauze skirt, perfectly displays the seductive temperament of a mature woman.

"Why are you silent?"

Song Hongyan held her cheek with one hand and looked at Li Zhiming with a smile.

"Disciple is just a little surprised."

"It turns out that the sect leader can be so casual sometimes." Li Zhiming replied, picking up the teacup and taking a sip of tea to hide his embarrassment.

"So what if he is the Sect Master? Isn't he also a living person?"

Song Hongyan sat up straight, her purple gauze skirt sliding gently, revealing the charm on her chest, creating a surging wave.

"Do you know why I called you here today?"

"I don't know."

Li Zhiming pretended to be dumb, then asked tentatively: "If I win the Trial Road, the Sect Master will reward me with a treasure."

"Could it be that the Sect Master summoned me here this time to let me choose a treasure?"

"You kid, your mind is full of benefits."

"These are your rewards for winning."

"According to the rules, the top three on the road of trial can choose one of the sect's heavenly-level skills, spiritual tools, or elixirs."

"However, I couldn't find you some time ago. As you happen to be a divine mind master, I picked out a set of top-grade spiritual blades for you. How do you think?"

Song Hongyan waved her hand lightly, and a set of purple spiritual blades about one foot long were placed on the table.

This set of spirit blades are the same length, but not exactly the same shape.

The overall lines were extremely smooth and polished to an extremely sharp edge. It was made of some material he had never seen before. It was a smooth purple color with exquisite patterns on it.

The quality of this set of spiritual blades is obviously slightly higher than that of the Black Thunder Blades.

Of course, not much higher.

After he was promoted to a second-grade mind master, the number of spirit blades he could control reached thirteen.

It just so happens that this set of spiritual blades has five.

Including the Golden Thunder Butterfly, there are exactly thirteen swords.

It has to be the clan leader who knows what is best for him.

"This spiritual blade is called the Purple Thunder Sword. It is very suitable for you and can greatly enhance your combat power." Song Hongyan explained.

"Thank you, Sect Master. I will accept this Spirit Blade disciple."

"I said before that the disciple who wins the championship will get a rare treasure from me."

"Tell me, what do you want?" Song Hongyan asked.

"The disciple wants a knife."

"I have three here, choose one."

Song Hongyan waved her hand and three knives appeared on the table.

These three swords are all top-grade spiritual weapons.

Each one is of a different style, and only one of them is the Tang sword style he uses.

Li Zhiming had no choice and directly chose a silver sword.

"This sword is called Cang Yue, a top-grade spiritual weapon of heavenly grade."

"Boy, you have a good vision. You picked the best one right away." Song Hongyan smiled and put away the remaining two spiritual weapons.

"Okay, I've given you everything I deserve."

"Now, let's get down to business."

Song Hongyan waved her hand lightly, and the windows and doors closed.

Li Zhiming felt a tightness in his heart when he saw this.

Here we go again!

"Excuse me, Master, is there anything else you need?" Li Zhiming asked.

"It's not a big deal. I heard from Qingyue that you took two things from the storage ring of the iron coffin you gave me. I need to take a look."

"After all, the person in the iron coffin was the first deputy leader of Zhenyuan Sect. He was possessed by evil practices and slaughtered many of our disciples."

“Ancestor Zhenyuan could only kill it, seal its mutated body in an iron coffin, and then bury it in the secret place where the trial road is located.”

Song Hongyan explained.

Hearing this, Li Zhiming pretended to be surprised and said, "I didn't expect that this person was the first deputy leader of Zhenyuan Sect. The sect has such secrets. I have learned a lot tonight."

"Okay, leave the stuff to me."

Song Hongyan's tone was a little solemn.

Song Hongyan asked him for it, and he had to give it to her.

"Disciple understands."

Li Zhiming took out the Blood-Crying Sutra and the Great Soul-Searching Technique that he had obtained before.

Song Hongyan opened the two scrolls and examined them carefully.

"Great Soul Searching Technique, auxiliary secret technique, return it to you."

"This Blood-Crying Sutra is a method of blood refining. It is extremely sinister and evil. If you practice it rashly, you will become possessed like the old ancestor."

"I will seal this thing, but I won't take it from you for nothing."

After Song Hongyan finished speaking, she stretched out her slender fingers and touched the center of Li Zhiming's eyebrows.

Li Zhiming only felt a heat between his eyebrows, and then the feeling disappeared.

"This is?"

"If your life is in danger and you have no way to retreat, use your true energy to activate the drop of blood I put between your eyebrows, which can save your life."

Song Hongyan replied.

"Thank you, Master."

"No need to be polite. You are now the sect's Qilin son, so you must be well protected."

Just then, hurried footsteps were heard outside.

"Sect Master, urgent report!"

A woman's voice came.

"explain."

"Something happened in the Northern Wasteland."

"What's the matter?" Song Hongyan frowned slightly.

"Three people who claimed to be from the Primordial Holy Land occupied the secret realm of the Northern Wasteland. We and the masters of the Wanjian Sect and other forces fought against them."

"But dozens of masters were no match for the other side, and dozens of them were killed or injured."

"Dozens of casualties?"

"The Holy Land of Taichu!"

When Song Hongyan heard these four words, her expression instantly became solemn, as if she had heard something extraordinary.

Li Zhiming noticed Song Hongyan's expression and frowned slightly.

You know, Wanjianmen and Zhenyuanzong are both among the six major sects in Dongxuanyu.

It has a strong foundation and few people dare to provoke it.

As far as he knew, those who went to the Northern Wilderness to guard the secret realm were all elders of the sect.

All of them are experts above the third rank, and there are many first rank experts among them.

Now, dozens of people were injured or killed by three people.

This is too exaggerated!

Taichu Holy Land, this name sounds very unusual.