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Time flies by like a white horse.

With the joint efforts of many weapon makers, the thick seal wall that originally stretched for hundreds of miles and was majestic was seen getting thinner day by day, and finally only the last few dozen miles were left.

According to the current progress, as long as everyone works together for half a month, this seal will be broken. And the split fire of the Crow's Cry will also reveal its true appearance!

This news was like a shot in the arm.

All the participating instrument makers were cheered up and worked even harder than before.

Even a few masters of Hongtong Palace who had previously remained idle and would not show up unless it was necessary, took the initiative to join in breaking the seal wall.

With a big boss guarding here, everyone's work efficiency has doubled.

Every day when Yan Luoyue came to work on the seal wall, she could fill her ears with conversations about the Crow's Cry Fire.

"In less than half a month, I have the honor of seeing the legendary artifact. I have been so excited that I can't even close my eyes these days."

"Who says it's not true? Look at the disciples of Hongtong Palace. They are walking with great vigor recently."

"So, the four major forces have already decided the fate of the Crow's Cry Fire?"

"It should have fallen into the hands of Hongtong Palace. I wonder what benefits Hongtong Palace promised to Guiyuan Sect, Fanyin Temple and Snow Region in order to obtain the Wuti Fire."

Everyone's eager attitude almost made the air hot.

However, being in this atmosphere of collective frenzy, Yan Luoyue did not feel very good.

Maybe it was just the turtle tribe's instinct for stability and peace, or maybe it was just her intuition.

She always felt that... everything seemed too smooth.

It is a joy to finally be rewarded for the hard work over the past year.

Hongtong Palace obtained a share of the Crow's Cry Fire, and the instrument refiners outside of Hongtong Palace collected the materials. This was a win-win business.

But just like a speeding sports car, while passengers are enjoying the speed and passion in the strong wind, they can't help but have a vague worry -

It would be great if we could just sprint to the finish line, but what if?

What if the car flips over during the journey, or the gas tank runs out?

Evidence for Yan Luoyue's point of view comes from Ji Qinghong's instructions.

That morning, after finishing the lecture, Ji Qinghong said to Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang casually:

"I'll give you a few days off. Go play wherever you want."

Yan Luoyue was stunned: "Master, could it be... I mean, isn't the offshoot of the Crow's Cry Fire going to be born soon?"

Ji Qinghong smiled calmly, as if all the hints Yan Luoyue had just sensed were illusions, and Yan Luoyue himself had misunderstood his meaning.

"Yes, so what I mean by giving you a holiday is that you can continue to break the seal, or you can go anywhere you want."

“…”

After pondering Ji Qinghong's expression for a while, Yan Luoyue made two preparations after returning.

First, she reminded Ling Shuanghun not to go out for the next few days.

Yan Luoyue vaguely felt that beneath Ji Qinghong's usual calmness, there might be a sign of impending storm.

She, Wu Manshuang and Ji Qinghong can rely on each other, but Ling Shuanghun is different.

Secondly, Yan Luoyue decided to go to the scene to watch the show with Xiaoshe.

Of course, for safety reasons, they decided to stand further away to avoid being splashed with blood.

The next day, Ji Qinghong discovered that his two apprentices ran to the scene to check in again, but very smartly chose to stand in the farthest corner.

He lowered his red eyes, laughed lightly, and said nothing.

Standing on Ji Qinghong's left and right were Grandmaster Canhe from Fanyin Temple and Sect Master Song who was born in the Snow Region.

The three of them stood far away on the periphery, watching the scene of people working busily.

In particular, the three weapon refining masters of Hongtong Palace took the lead. They stood at the three corners where the seal was most difficult to crack, and pushed forward towards the center with all their strength.

Master Canhe half-closed his eyes and plucked the Buddhist beads in his hand, making regular sounds.

"Amitābha... Hongtong Palace is so anxious. Could it be that, as the rumors say, the original fire of the Crow Crying Fire in Hongtong Palace will soon be extinguished?"

Ji Qinghong smiled sarcastically, "That cluster of fire has been propped up for three thousand years. It has been refining instruments and elixirs day and night, and has kept Hongtong Palace ablaze with splendor for three thousand years - it's already very good."

When he mentioned the three words "Hongtong Palace", he did so with undisguised contempt.

But considering that three thousand years ago, this Ji Yaozun was an eyewitness to the battle against demons.

It is said that back then, because the support from Hongtong Palace was not timely, Ji Qinghong's team was almost wiped out, and in the end only he survived.

Therefore, it is understandable that Ji Qinghong has this attitude now.

Most importantly, it is said that the late reinforcements were the ones who discovered the current cluster of fire in Hongtong Palace.

There has even been a secret rumor that the reinforcements from Hongtong Palace deliberately stood idly by and allowed the Guiyuan clan to die, just to monopolize the share of the Wuti Fire.

After the battle against demons ended, both the human world and the demon world were badly hurt.

The Guiyuan Sect was originally a unique top sect in the world of immortal cultivation.

Three thousand years ago, 60% of the cultivators in Guiyuan Sect were sword practitioners.

However, in order to support the battle against demons three thousand years ago, almost all the sword practitioners of Guiyuan Sect were killed or injured.

Master Canhe will never forget the grandeur and magnificence of Gui Yuanzong's "Cui Wei Jian Pavilion" in the past!

But now, the mountain that was once guarded by one man is now filled with broken swords.

The swords of all the sword masters who died in that battle were nailed into the mountain wall.

There is a sword every three steps and a monument every five steps on the entire mountain.

The once majestic and precipitous Jian Ge, famous throughout the world, finally became a huge tomb of swords and robes.

Suffering such a devastating blow, Gui Yuan Sect's swordsmanship never recovered.

Even today, three thousand years later, less than 10% of their swordsmanship remains sword practitioners, and it is said that there has been no successor to their lineage.

As a second-rate sect three thousand years ago, Hongtong Palace seized the opportunity of reshuffle after the Demon-Subduing War and used the Crow's Cry Fire to train a large number of outstanding weapon refiners.

A large number of weapon refiners gathered huge amounts of spirit stones, and these huge amounts of spirit stones paved a road to heaven for the sect.

In just three thousand years, Hongtong Palace not only became the crowned king of the southern part of the immortal world, but also had the potential to become the leader among the four major forces.

Recalling this, the sound of Master Canhe fiddling with the Buddhist beads in his hand became faster than before.

——In terms of contribution to the war against demons, no one in the world of immortal cultivation could compare to Gui Yuan Zong.

But after the world was pacified, the ranking was not determined by past contributions, but by naked ranking based on strength.

After losing everything, Gui Yuanzong fell from the throne, and Hongtong Palace seized the opportunity and won the throne in one fell swoop.

In the face of a huge disaster, the human and demon races can still cross the racial barriers, fight together, and endure hardships together.

After the war against demons ended, the human race had to differentiate between the superiors and the inferiors. They could not reward people according to their merits, nor could they share the joys and sorrows.

If Master Canhe were to make an evaluation, even with the emptiness, wisdom and awareness of a monastic, she would still feel that everything was a huge irony.

The leader of the Song clan in the Snow Region covered his mouth with a handkerchief and let out a series of unbearable coughs.

His face was sallow and his features were haggard, like a consumptive patient, and now that he was coughing, he looked even more like one.

Sect Master Song had just coughed, and his throat was still hoarse. He asked in a hoarse voice:

"The masters of Hongtong Palace are all working on breaking the seal in the front. Why don't you two go and lend a hand?"

Ji Qinghong smiled slightly, turned his eyes to look at Master Canhe, and threw the question to the outsider.

Master Canhe sighed and said, "Amitabha, as a monk, I will not get involved in such worldly affairs."

Master Canhe was also stained with a lot of the "red dust" of the Thousand Refinements Conference.

What she was avoiding now was, of course, the "mundane matter" of obtaining the Crow's Cry Fire.

After hearing her answer, Sect Master Song also said slowly: "I am a sickly person, and I am afraid of being disliked by others, so I will not go to the prosperous Hongtong Palace."

As for Ji Qinghong...

Sect Master Song smiled and said, "Actually, I was already surprised that Brother Ji would come today."

"Yeah." Ji Qinghong smiled meaningfully, and a shimmering light occasionally flashed in his ruby-like eyes.

"Because... I want to see the reactions on everyone's faces when something interesting happens."

After saying this, the three of them looked at each other.

Sect Master Song lowered his voice and asked, "Brother Ji, are you really..."

Ji Qinghong smiled slightly, raised his index finger and pressed it on his lips, making a soft sound.

“…”

At this moment, the expressions of Patriarch Song and Master Canhe both became a little strange.

Patriarch Song looked into the distance thoughtfully, his eyes sweeping across the sealed wall.

Now, only a thin layer of the sealing wall remains, and it will probably melt away completely soon.

Except for the Grand Master of Hongtong Palace, all other weapon refiners were driven aside and were not allowed to approach the sealed wall. At most, they could only peek through the red line drawn by the disciples of Hongtong Palace.

Logically speaking, this is a moment that would make all the weapon makers in the world feel shaken.

But Patriarch Song's heart was not shaken at all.

A few days ago, he had gone forward to investigate under the vigilant gaze of the Grand Master of Hongtong Palace.

Whether from the experience of a master weapon refiner or the feedback from the secret method of spiritual consciousness, Sect Master Song did not think that there was a crow's cry fire hidden behind the sealing wall.

Originally, Sect Master Song was a little curious.

This time, Hongtong Palace held a grand Thousand Refinements Conference in the name of the Crow's Cry Fire.

If in the end all our efforts are in vain, how can we end this in front of the world?

But now he has come to his senses - Ji Qinghong may not want them to end up like this.

This amazing prank is really in line with Ji Qinghong's personality.

Master Canhe stopped fiddling with his Buddhist beads and said, "Donor Ji, what's wrong with you..."

How did he guess at the beginning that there might not be the Crow's Cry Fire hidden behind the sealing wall?

"I have no idea."

A happy smile slowly spread across Ji Qinghong's lips:

"The Crow's Cry Fire is useless to me. It makes no difference to me whoever gets it. I just saw the owner of this secret realm once during the battle against the demons..."

"I just sympathize with him. I think he would never do such a boring thing as 'going through so much trouble to open the box and find a treasure inside that can comfort his hard work.'"

After hearing this answer, Master Canhe and Sect Leader Song looked at each other in surprise.

Almost as Ji Qinghong finished speaking, the Grandmaster of Hongtong Palace let out an angry and violent shout in front of the sealing wall not far away.

"ah!!!"

The last piece of the sealing wall also peeled off and shattered, but there was no trace of the legendary Crow's Cry Fire.

No matter how resentful or unwilling they were, Hongtong Palace had to acknowledge the fact: they spent a year's hard work and only got a piece of air.

There is no Crow's Cry Fire hidden behind this seal wall that stretches for hundreds of miles - the most valuable thing in the entire secret realm is the seal wall itself, and it has long been divided up by many weapon refiners.

Ji Qinghong enjoyed this scene with great interest.

As mentioned before, he took a good look at everyone's expressions.

At this moment, Ji Qinghong's comfortable expression was like a little rabbit that had obtained the freshest grass.

——In the past year, he gained two apprentices, and the apprentices received a lot of materials. The three of them together received the most vivid teaching materials.

As the main initiators of this Qianlian Conference, Hongtong Palace may suffer a huge loss, but Ji Qinghong will definitely make a profit.

The three people from Hongtong Palace quickly understood this principle.

The next moment, the three masters rushed towards Ji Qinghong with great momentum. Their teleportation was like lightning exploding in the air, and in the blink of an eye they were already standing in front of Ji Qinghong.

At the same time, Ji Qinghong made a pulling gesture.

Then, Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang felt a pulling force coming from the back of their necks, pulling them away from the center of the battlefield.

The two men lowered their heads and quickly blended into the crowd.

Yan Luoyue looked around and found that everyone in Hongtong Palace had a livid face and pale lips.

As for the other ordinary cultivators - including the cultivators from the remaining three forces, they all had expressions of displeasure as if they were eating melons.

"The Crow's Cry Fire... has not appeared in the world?"

“Could it be possible that the map is fake?”

"The map may be fake, but this magnificent seal wall must be real. If we really can't find the Crow's Cry Fire, then the whole thing would be like buying the casket and returning the pearl!"

I don't know who said the above words. The craftsmen soon realized that without the "pearls", the expensive "casket" would have been broken and sold second-hand.

Everyone looked at each other, and as the ultimate beneficiaries, they quickly shut up.

In front of Ji Qinghong, the three weapon refining masters surrounding him were almost mad.

Among them, the shortest master named Chen was the most angry, and his hair was almost standing upside down.

"Ji Qinghong!"

Ji Qinghong smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Chen, we had no affinity with each other in the past, so there is no need to be so affectionate and recite my name in public."

The ancestor of the Button family stretched out his hand to support his junior brother, and looked at Ji Qinghong, whose eyes were also filled with two clusters of flames.

He said in a deep voice: "Friend Ji, this is not what you said before we held the Qianlian Conference."

Ji Qinghong raised his eyebrows and said slowly, "Oh, are you going to question me in public?"

"Yes!" The old man of the Button family said firmly, "This action has been made public, so why not make it clear in front of everyone in the world!"

Grandmaster Chen pulled out a map from his sleeve and held it in front of Ji Qinghong: "Before the Thousand Refinements Conference, you made a vow to heaven and earth—"

"Well." Ji Qinghong slowly said, "I have said before that the map you have in your hands now is a copy of the map that Old Man Qihuo had made... What's wrong? Do you want me to swear again?"

"Need not!"

In a rage, Grandmaster Chen slammed his sleeves.

The map that had been repeatedly appraised hundreds of times and regarded as a treasure by the entire Hongtong Palace was discarded without any care.

Just then a strong wind blew by and blew the map towards the crowd in the distance.

The weapon refiners all leaned over to look, and Yan Luoyue couldn't help but take a look at the map out of curiosity.

——Just one glance and Yan Luoyue's heart suddenly started beating wildly!

Wait, she has an impression of this map!

It's not the entire map that impressed me, but the image in the upper half of the map!

When she first pieced the two fragments of the map in her hands together, the pattern shown on the fragments was exactly the same as the upper half of this map!

Yan Luoyue swallowed his saliva and suddenly a guess emerged in his mind.

She had a hunch that the fragment of the map in her hand was the authentic one.

Given that every time an authentic map is pieced together, the image on paper will change.

Yan Luoyue had reason to suspect that every time the authentic map was torn, the image on the paper would become different.

This copy of the map was most likely drawn when the original was split in half.

Afterwards, the original map went through something unknown and was divided into four parts, and the pattern changed again.

Therefore, Button Qidao did not recognize the secret in this incomplete picture and casually put it up as a prize for a competition.

By chance, three consecutive maps fell into Yan Luoyue's hands.

Not far away, Grandmaster Chen's attitude was still aggressive.

"In that case, Ji Qinghong, do you dare to swear?"

Ji Qinghong looked at the other person for a while, with a hint of amusement in his tone, as if he was looking at a running little kid.

"Didn't you just say that I don't need to swear?"

"You don't have to prove that the abandoned map is a copy - the copy was copied with errors, we admit it!"

Grandmaster Chen said in a sharp voice: "But Ji Qinghong, do you dare to swear to heaven and earth that the real map is not in your hands?!"

“…”

The smile slowly disappeared from Ji Qinghong's face, and he narrowed his blood-red ruby ​​eyes: "What an impolite request."

The old man of the Butterfly clan said coldly: "If you are unwilling to swear, then explain now why you are so enthusiastic about this Qianlian Conference..."

He spoke word by word, "Fellow Daoist Ji, this is not only an explanation for us at Hongtong Palace, but also an explanation for Fanyin Temple, Snow Region, and all weapon refiners in the world!"

Sect Master Song, who was standing nearby, began to cough violently again:

"Wait a minute. The dungeon map was found by your noble palace, the Thousand Refinements Conference was hosted by your noble palace, and the Crow's Cry Fire was hidden by your noble palace, fearing that we would get our hands on it."

"——Now that the situation has changed, you in Hongtong Palace didn't get what you wanted, so you put the blame on Fellow Daoist Ji. That's not appropriate, is it?"

Among the three people in Hongtong Palace, the most silent and lanky master finally spoke.

"Master Song, are you standing on the same side as Gui Yuanzong?"

“Cough cough cough cough…I…”

Just when the atmosphere was tense and about to explode, Ji Qinghong suddenly pressed down on Patriarch Song's shoulder.

At such a critical moment, his tone was surprisingly relaxed.

"Logically, I have no reason to tolerate your rudeness. Just like a proper father, I shouldn't be soft-hearted every time these little brats act coquettishly."

"...But I really want to see your expressions afterwards."

With his eyes slowly curved, Ji Qinghong smiled and swore an oath to the heaven and earth: "I swear, the real map is not in my hands. If you violate this, I will be killed immediately."

“…”

This oath begins with "I" and points precisely to Ji Qinghong, without a single flaw.

Even the tall and thin master of Hongtong Palace did not expect that Ji Qinghong would actually raise his hand to swear, and he revealed a hint of surprise on the spot.

Grandmaster Chen stammered, "If that's the case... why did you take the initiative to identify the map copy for me!"

Ji Qinghong sighed: "Because I am kind and generous, isn't this something that everyone in the world knows?"

After these words were spoken, everyone in the audience was speechless.

Master Canhe closed his eyes and murmured, whether in agreement or self-mockery: "Donor Ji... is indeed generous."

Grandmaster Chen was dumbfounded: "But you... you haven't been out for a hundred years, why did you take the initiative to participate in this thousand-refining conference?"

Ji Qinghong looked at him with great pity, as if he were a mentally retarded child, and smiled tenderly:

"Because I want to teach disciples. I have two disciples in total."

"Then you—then you—"

Grandmaster Chen and the other two from Hongtong Palace still felt that something was wrong with the whole thing.

——In fact, since Ji Qinghong started promoting this Qianlian Conference, nothing he did was right!

But any clues they could grab were slipperier than rolled meat.

Looking back, Hongtong Palace did notice those strange things.

But because they were too worried that the glory of Hongtong Palace would not be able to continue after the fire in the palace was extinguished, and they were too eager to find the next fire to succeed the Wu Ti Fire, they fell into a sweet trap like a blindfolded donkey.

Seeing that he couldn't ask any other questions, Ji Qinghong sighed regretfully, his voice still kind and gentle.

"It seems you have no doubts... Then it's my turn. Fellow Daoist Chen, who gave you the courage to interrogate me like this?"

Before he finished speaking, Grandmaster Chen, who was furious just now, suddenly turned pale.

He shouted, but his voice was even more desperate than when he found out that the Crow's Cry Fire had failed. Under his feet, the pale lines of the formation were dimly lighting up.

"Ji Qinghong! How dare you do that!"

The slender master and the ancestor of the Button family attacked at the same time, but were fended off by Ji Qinghong from the left and right respectively.

In a split second, the formation under Master Chen's feet was like an ominous giant mouth, restraining all his struggles.

The formation led him downward, pulling him into a sinkhole that was darker than hell.

Everyone present knew Ji Qinghong's fighting style.

Although he is not a swordsman, once he decides to take action, he is even faster, colder, and more powerful than a swordsman!

Therefore, if you are targeted as an enemy by Ji Qinghong, you cannot hesitate for a moment.

At the critical moment, Master Chen burned the essence of his heart and blood, trying to escape from his body and escape on the spot.

At the same time, a raging fire started under his feet, and he was actually planning to burn his body into ashes in order to escape Ji Qinghong's pursuit.

Seeing that Grandmaster Chen's body was already half burned, Ji Qinghong moved as fast as lightning, his figure disappeared from the spot, and reappeared in mid-air.

He held the escaped soul of Master Chen in his hand, and gently stuffed the soul back into the still burning body.

"Hey, Fellow Daoist Chen, what are you doing?"

Ji Qinghong pretended to fan the flames on his legs: "I just played a joke on you, and you ran away in a hurry. Doesn't that make people think I'm petty?"

Under the feet of Grandmaster Chen, the white formation disappeared as if it had never appeared.

On his left and right, the Button clan ancestor and the tall and thin master glared at Ji Qinghong without even moving their eyeballs.

They could only watch helplessly as Ji Qinghong put his arm around Grandmaster Chen's shoulders as if he were his own brother, patting his shoulders affectionately.

With every clap, the fire that Grandmaster Chen had ignited on his own body grew a little more intense.

Ji Qinghong said leisurely, "Next time we meet, Daoist Chen, you must maintain this attitude. I have no taboos, but I don't like others to be too polite to me. Daoist Chen's frankness just now is very pleasing to me."

Grandmaster Chen: “…”

How dare you say that? How dare you let me go and let me put out the fire first!

As if sensing the cry in his heart, Ji Qinghong finally released his hand from the man's shoulder.

The next second, Grandmaster Chen, along with the other two people who had unlocked the formation, left without looking back.

They fled so decisively that they didn't even glance at the disciples and palace servants present.

Seeing Hong Tonggong humiliated, Sect Master Song, who had just spoken for Ji Qinghong, suddenly sighed.

"I thought Brother Ji wouldn't do anything."

And the three people in Hongtong Palace obviously thought so too.

The previous interrogations and accusations could be considered as relatively intense negotiations between the two major sects.

But once Ji Qinghong took action - even if he did not kill anyone this time, it could be regarded as a clear-cut feud between the two major sects.

The friction and conflicts among the disciples and the fights among the great masters have completely different meanings.

Ji Qinghong said: "But I think the time has come."

“…”

Hearing a strong implication of impending storm from these words, Sect Leader Song stopped coughing and gave him a suspicious look.

The atmosphere was too solemn, and Master Canhe interrupted the conversation.

She asked, "Donor Ji just mentioned that you and the owner of the secret realm have a mutual understanding. If you hold the Crow's Cry Fire, where would you hide it?"

"Me?" Ji Qinghong smiled happily, "If I were to hide it, I would hide it under everyone's noses."

…

Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang were taken away by Ji Qinghong with his sleeves rolled up.

When they landed on the ground, they were already standing in their own hotel room.

Standing in the living room with them was Ji Qinghong himself. He picked up the coin jar with the three notes on it with interest, looked at it, and then put it back where it was.

"Master..."

"Um?"

Ji Qinghong has a soft demeanor and gentle tone, and seems very easy to talk to.

There was no sign at all from this white-haired man that he had pinched a soul a quarter of an hour ago and forced the soul's owner to send himself to the crematorium on the spot.

Logically speaking, it is not the job of a little demon like Yan Luoyue to worry about matters of such a high level.

But since she has already taken Ji Qinghong as her master, she is close to him and can always find out any news she encounters.

"What just happened...was it you who had a falling out with the people in Hongtong Palace, or was it Gui Yuanzong who had a falling out with Hongtong Palace?"

Ji Qinghong said casually: "There is no difference."

Yan Luoyue thought for a moment and asked again: "Why is it so sudden... or, why is it so obvious?"

You see, even though Yan Luoyue was Ji Qinghong's disciple, she felt that things might be just as Hong Tonggong said, and Ji Qinghong set a trap to trick them.

Even Yan Luoyue thinks so, what will the rest of the world think? Is there any need to ask?

If this was not Ji Qinghong's personal decision, but Gui Yuanzong's unanimous choice.

Then, why didn't Gui Yuanzong find someone with better character and more trusted by the public to do this?

She really dared to ask, and Ji Qinghong was amused by Yan Luoyue on the spot.

"Because this slap was meant for everyone in the world to see."

The fire that was about to go out in Hongtong Palace should have belonged to Gui Yuanzong, but was forcibly occupied by Hongtong Palace.

From that time on, the Fire of the Crow was more than just a broken sacred object.

It was also the slap that Hongtong Palace gave to Gui Yuanzong in the face just after the battle against demons ended.

Now, also in the division of the Wuti Fire, Gui Yuanzong made a plan to let Hongtong Palace miss, as if it was an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth in the past.

As for why Ji Qinghong was asked to handle this matter?

"First, whatever I do is reasonable." Ji Qinghong said leisurely.

Yan Luoyue: “…”

She looked at her master and had to admit that this statement was correct.

Because Ji Qinghong is so outrageous, everything he does can be explained by the four words "just for fun".

It's like no matter where Shen Jingxuan appears, she can always say "I'm just lost."

"Second, let me give you the slap. It will be more satisfying."

Wu Manshuang: "...Who feels better?"

Ji Qinghong smiled and replied, "The sect and I are both quite happy."

Everyone agreed that it would be better to let Ji Qinghong go out and harm others than to let him harm his own people in the sect.

Ji Qinghong thought their point of view made sense.

So this time when he went out, he specially accepted two more apprentices.

In this way, when he went out to harm others in the future, the two disciples could stay in the sect and harm his own people on his behalf. From then on, the torch was passed down from generation to generation.

So now, Yan Luoyue only has one problem left.

"Master, is it true that the real map is not in your hands?"

——Although Ji Qinghong has already sworn an oath to heaven and earth in public, Yan Luoyue has a mysterious confidence in Ji Qinghong.

Based on her understanding of Ji Qinghong, Ji Qinghong might not have a map.

But he should have been aware of clues to the real map.

...For example, where is the last remaining piece of the picture?

For example, does Ji Qinghong know that the remaining three maps are actually in Yan Luoyue's hands?

Hearing this question, Ji Qinghong supported his forehead with one hand and laughed with his shoulders shrugged.

"I was just wondering how long you would wait to ask this question."

Yan Luoyue was surprised and doubtful: "...Master?"

——Does he really know the whereabouts of the three remaining fragments of the map?

Ji Qinghong gestured to Yan Luoyue: "Do you still have the confiscation certificate I gave you?"

"Here I am."

As he answered, a premonition slowly rose in Yan Luoyue's heart.

She took out the piece of white paper that had been untied twice in a row and wanted to hand it to Ji Qinghong, but Ji Qinghong blocked it with his knuckles and pushed it back to her.

"This is a double seal of the refinery and the formation. You have already unlocked the seal of the refinery, so you should unlock the seal of the formation next."

At this point, Ji Qinghong suddenly seemed to remember something: "Oh, by the way, you may not be able to solve it with your level. Then you can give it to Xiao Wu and let him solve it."

Yan Luoyue: “…”

An unintentional finishing blow is the most deadly. Her formation... well, her formation is relatively poor.

Wu Manshuang took the piece of white paper and spent some time breaking the formation.

After the last connection point was broken, ancient lines suddenly appeared on the snow-white paper.

Yan Luoyue watched with disdain as the invitation card that she had kept in her hands for a long time turned into a very familiar damaged image.

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Ji Qinghong propped up his chin, a smile evident in his red eyes. He looked at the scene in front of him happily and said gently:

"You see, the real map is certainly not in my hands - it has always been in yours."

Yan Luoyue: “…”

To be honest, Yan Luoyue's mood is very complicated at this moment.

She used to think that Niu Qidao was of low intelligence. He had a treasure map hidden right under his nose, yet he just gave it away for nothing.

But now Yan Luoyue understood that this was not a problem of intelligence, but a problem of ability.

Refining equipment, formations, alchemy...these things are just like math problems. If you say they can't be solved, then it really is true that you can't solve them even if you kill yourself.

If Ji Qinghong hadn't mentioned it today, how long would it take her to realize that the last remaining picture had already fallen into her hands!

In addition, Yan Luoyue was also quite shocked.

"This confiscated notice was given to us at the Yue Lao Temple..."

Ji Qinghong nodded with a smile: "Not bad."

Yan Luoyue blinked: "Have you decided at that time to accept me as your apprentice?"

"Oh, that's not the case." Ji Qinghong said lightly, "I just think that since you named this map after the Falling Moon and this map records the whereabouts of the Crow's Cry Fire, it's very interesting to give it to you."

It just so happened that Yan Luoyue was going to attend the Qianlian Conference.

In the Thousand Refinements Conference, the real map was made into an invitation and passed through the Thousand Refinements Curtain set up by the Hongtong Palace several times.

Hongtong Palace is full of ambition and ready to explore the secret realm.

But they would never imagine that the thing they desire most is actually hiding right under their noses.

Isn’t this an interesting arrangement?

Just as Yan Luoyue was about to return the map to Ji Qinghong, Ji Qinghong used his knuckles to push her back for the second time.

"If you like it, keep it. The Crow's Cry Fire has no meaning to me."

Ji Qinghong smiled and said, "If you can collect all the maps one day, it will be your own ability."

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Hearing Ji Qinghong say this, Yan Luoyue suddenly felt a strong desire to have fun.

As the saying goes, "Birds of a feather flock together." Those who keep company with prostitutes will inevitably become people who enjoy appreciating other people's expressions.

Yan Luoyue asked: "Even if the map is within reach, Master, don't you want it?"

Ji Qinghong waved his hands: "Don't try to provoke me. The fire I use is not the fire of heaven and earth, and it cannot be replaced... If you have the ability to collect the map, your teacher will--"

At this point, Ji Qinghong raised the corner of his lip, and the tone of the conversation suddenly changed: "——I won't come out for this. Since you are capable of collecting maps, you should also be able to find the Crow's Cry Fire yourself."

After saying this, Ji Qinghong looked at Yan Luoyue leisurely, but found that she had a very strange expression on her face.

The next second, in front of Ji Qinghong, Yan Luoyue gently placed something on the table.

That's one eighth of the secret map.

——That’s right. While everyone was concentrating on watching Ji Qinghong fight, Yan Luoyue divided the map of the secret realm on the spot to verify whether the pattern on it would change.

Ji Qinghong: “…”

Ji Qinghong slowly restrained his smile and raised his eyebrows.

Before he could say anything, Yan Luoyue put another thing in her hand on the table.

That is... another one-eighth of the secret map.

Ji Qinghong: “…”

His expression became a little complicated.

Ji Qinghong had just opened his mouth when Yan Luoyue placed another quarter of the map on the table.

Now, there are three quarters of the original map on the table.

“…”

It was extremely rare that even Ji Qinghong remained silent for a moment.

He stared at Yan Luoyue: "Why are you... so happy?"

It is certainly a cause for celebration to have collected three quarters of the map in one go.

But Yan Luoyue’s happiness was a little too unusual!

Yan Luoyue smiled brightly: "Hehehe, guess?"

Ji Qinghong: “…”

Ji Qinghong sighed, closed his eyes, and then opened them again, almost certain of the final answer: "You still have it?"

Yan Luoyue nodded: "Yes, I still have some."

She placed the last quarter of the map on the table.

Ji Qinghong: “…”

At this moment, Yan Luoyue looked at Ji Qinghong without blinking, determined to remember his current expression clearly.

——Master, I now completely understand your hobbies!

In an instant, the decomposed authentic map emitted a bright white light.

The shattered map spontaneously folded together, and the pattern on the paper changed rapidly like the snow screen of a broken TV, and then in the end -

"Wow!"

Yan Luoyue screamed and jumped up.

Those flowing black and white lines did not obediently form the final map pattern.

They transformed from 2D to 3D, and finally left the paper and condensed into a flower above the white paper... condensed into an ink-colored flame!

This is the purpose of the Hongtong Palace's plan to turn a human head into a dog's head with the crow's cry!

Who could have imagined that what was hidden in the real map was not the route to find the treasure, but the treasure itself!

Yan Luoyue was greatly shocked: "How did they do this? Putting the map together turned it into a fire? Is this some kind of magic box that can bring people back to life?"

Wu Manshuang, who was standing by, was also stunned.

On the contrary, Ji Qinghong stared at the flame in front of him for a while, and suddenly burst into laughter.

——If I had to hide it, I would hide it in plain sight.

The owner of the secret realm, Old Man Qihuo, was indeed his one-sided soulmate.