"Fourth Elder, you've arrived." Mu Xue'er said, blushing slightly, and composed herself a little.
“Miss, the deal with the three major sects has been completed. Let’s go. The sect leaders have discussed it and contacted the other six major sects. We will launch a campaign against the demonic path in a hundred days,” the old woman said solemnly.
"Oh, you really have to go? Sigh, then we'll just provide the pills for free," Mu Xue'er said helplessly.
"Yes, this is the best way. Neither the righteous path nor the demonic path will hold too much grudge against us." The old woman nodded and said, her cloudy old eyes fixed on Gu Yan.
"Elder, this is my friend, please don't mind him," Mu Xue'er said.
Gu Yan also let go, having lost interest from being stared at by the old woman.
The three then headed up the mountain.
At this time, there were dozens of factions on the mountain, each with distinct differences in clothing and appearance.
These are the majority of the clans and families in the north.
"Elder, what did you say? Fairy Mu has been kidnapped?" a man in the early stage of the Profound Realm exclaimed in shock.
"Yes, I saw them go into the grove with my own eyes," the old man said, stroking his beard, like a seasoned veteran.
"What the hell? This happened after I only had a short spar?" the man said, somewhat dazed.
"Aaaaaah, I'm so angry! I'm going to kill that little bastard!" a burly man said furiously, his veins bulging.
"Hmph, I'm going to take that brat's place." A young man said viciously, constantly sharpening the knife in his pocket.
...
At the Crimson Flame Sect's location, hundreds of people were discussing the matter.
"Junior brother, is what they're saying true?" a young man in crimson clothes asked, his tone extremely displeased.
It was Chi Wenbin, the chief disciple of the Crimson Flame Sect. He was not yet twenty-five years old, but he had already reached the late stage of the Profound Realm.
"Senior Brother, it seems that what they said is indeed true," a younger disciple said cautiously.
Chi Wenbin snorted coldly, and a section of the floor cracked.
"Senior brother, don't panic. Miss Xue'er is probably only after that boy's pills." Another disciple said.
"Yes, that kid's martial arts talent must not be strong. When you see him, senior brother, teach him a lesson and make him lose face in front of Miss Xue'er." Another disciple suggested.
Chi Wenbin nodded; he thought so too.
...
The place of the Tianshan Sword Sect.
"Oh, Mother, I heard that Xue'er is with a man." Murong Xuelan said, looking at the beautiful woman who was holding a jade bottle and staring blankly.
"Huh? Daughter, what did you just say?" Lan Qingcheng asked.
"Oh dear, Mother, what are you doing, just staring blankly at this broken bottle?" Murong Xuelan said with displeasure.
She had been told she would deliver the snow lotus, but her mother insisted on leaving her here, saying it was dangerous outside.
“Madam, Lanlan.” Suddenly, a middle-aged man in white walked over. He was Lan Qingcheng’s husband, Murong Bo.
Upon seeing this, Lan Qingcheng's flawless face instantly turned icy, and her expression became cold.
"Father, you've come at the right time. Look at Mother, she's always staring blankly at that bottle," Murong Xuelan said with dissatisfaction.
Murong Bo's expression tightened upon hearing this. He was very sensitive to this. Could it be a lover?
He was about to grab the bottle when Lan Qingcheng immediately stood up, dodging his movement, and said coldly, "Sect Master, you will be presiding over matters later, so you should prepare in advance."
After saying that, she turned and left with a cold and aloof expression, leaving the father and daughter stunned.
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