A small dispute of ideas was taking place in the main hall of the underground palace.

Is it worth it to lose an arm, be disfigured and fall into a lower realm in exchange for the amazing feat of Fuyao killing Jindan?

What the tall and thin old man meant was that a seven-foot-tall man should be a hero, make achievements, do good deeds and speak well. It doesn't matter if he has a broken arm or a disfigured face, as long as he has a strong will, this is what a true Confucian scholar and man should be like.

But for the woman in Confucian clothes, even if she had the merit of killing a hundred Jindan or even Yuanying cultivators, the price would be Zi Yu's arm and an intact face in her arms.

She would never change it even if she was beaten to death.

What are the achievements of leaping across borders to kill the enemy, what are the achievements of establishing virtues and words, what are the achievements of outstanding people and ghosts...

None of them are as important as... a finger of her student.

Men and women have different gender identities, and sometimes their concepts are so different.

And if it occurs between relatives...it is often called a generation gap.

The unknown Mo Xia, whose body was made up of snow-white sword energy, withdrew his gaze, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

The Snow-White Ink Knight held the rapier at his waist with one hand and Zhao Rong's blood-stained scabbard with the other. He walked to the southeast corner and looked down at the bloody golden pill at his feet.

The tall and thin old man and Zhu Yourong seemed to realize that there were outsiders present and it was not appropriate to quarrel or argue.

At this time, the light emitted by the jade pendant on Zhao Rong's waist became dimmer and dimmer, and the shadows of Zhu Yourong and the tall and thin old man also became increasingly sparse and faint.

Zhu Yourong fed Zhao Rong another pill and patted him on the back gently.

After his breathing stabilized, she quickly tidied up, and then helped Zhao Rong lie against the wall of the dragon coffin.

She also placed items such as the Sumeru object and a handkerchief next to him to prevent him from waking up before her Nascent Soul arrived.

After doing all this, the woman in Confucian robes stood up and looked down at the seriously injured man below.

Her Snow-Eyed Nascent Soul is still on the way and will arrive here soon.

The tall and thin old man who was about to leave said to Zhu Yourong who was facing him sideways: "Forgot?"

"You don't need to teach me."

Zhu Yourong didn't even look at the tall and thin old man. He turned around and saluted the Snow White Ink Knight who was looking at the Golden Core in the corner, and said seriously: "Thank you Mr. Bai for your help."

Snow-white Moxia held his sword and shook his head slightly without saying anything.

The tall and thin old man nodded at him, and then he and Zhu Yourong disappeared.

Just before he disappeared, the tall and thin old man turned his head to look at the gray pipe on the ground not far away and frowned.

Seems like I know him a little bit...

The two figures completely disappeared.

They never asked who Snow White Ink Knight was to Zhao Rong, or why they were here together...

In the hall, besides the unconscious Zhao Rong, the only one left was Xuebai Moxia.

It stands quietly in the corner.

He looked at the golden elixir in the corner for a while, then turned around and walked carefully around the hall, paying special attention to the blood circle and blood hexagram that Zhao Rong had drawn on the floor with his scabbard.

The Snow-White Ink Knight held the sword in one hand and the scabbard with dried blood in the other, with strange movements.

He actually retraced the route that Zhao Rong took when he drew the two patterns.

If Zhao Rong was awake at this moment, he would definitely be a little surprised, because the Snow-White Ink Man almost reproduced his movements at that time exactly.

But what Zhao Rong didn't know was.

At this time, the Snow-White Ink Knight who was walking along the path was also surprised by him.

Xuebai Moxia had seen Fuyao kill Jindan before, but these people were all "children of destiny" who had great opportunities or were protected by great seniors. They had no shortage of precious treasures, valuable weapons, magical skills, and secret techniques. When they crossed the border to fight against Jindan, they naturally used various means.

But where is Zhao Rong a few incense sticks ago?

There was only a small amount of whale song amber with a distinct scent, and even the sword was left in the back hall for the poor concubines to protect and "face", leaving only an empty scabbard.

But he has to face an old monster in the Jindan realm alone in the secret room who will stop at nothing for revenge.

The danger and despair are beyond words.

The snow-white ink hero, who almost watched Zhao Rong, Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qian'er grow up, bent his head and carefully wiped the ancient black bird pattern on the scabbard.

Then he bent down and gently placed the scabbard on the sleeping scholar's knees.

"It's true...something is different."

A whisper was heard.

The glorious Black Bird of Destiny is indeed never short of brave men.

Snow White Ink Knight turned around.

Now that Zhao Rong has been found, the location of the place has been brought back, and a message has been sent to a certain anxious girl who is almost losing control of her swordsmanship.

Thinking of his disciple, the always calm Snow White Ink Knight actually shook his head helplessly.

The figure made up of snow-white sword energy walked back to the southeast corner. Like the tall and thin old man, he did not move the rubble from the tomb to release the concubines buried with the deceased.

For now it is better to stay where you are and wait for rescuers to arrive. Those concubines buried with the deceased may not be trustworthy.

Besides... Xuebai Moxia has something else to do right now.

In the southeast corner of the hall, there was a black swordsman with his eyes lowered, seemingly glancing at the golden elixir beneath his feet.

But didn't pick it up.

There were four heavenly scars on the golden elixir, and it was lying quietly on the ground without any abnormality.

It is like an ordinary stone bead that can arouse children's curiosity and may be picked up at any time.

But Snow White Ink Knight did not bend down to pick it up.

Beneath the calm surface of this golden elixir.

There is a lot more to it than meets the eye.

It has been tampered with by "that person".

Just like the big demon Chiyu who was responsible for the tragic massacre of the Zhao family's side branch in Zhishui Kingdom.

When it was caught by the Great Chief of Tianya Sword Pavilion and was about to be controlled and captured alive, its Nascent Soul suddenly lost control and exploded.

It was also tampered by "that person".

This fourth-grade golden elixir of unknown origin is also the work of "that person".

Once the golden elixir is controlled and touched by some powerful being, its unique restrictions will be triggered.

Not only will it be sensed by "that person", it will also trigger self-destruction.

Therefore, this "back door" was silent, hidden very deeply, and not easy to be triggered. Even the disfigured old scholar himself did not notice it before.

However, Xuebai Moxia knew that this was actually specially prepared for them, the "old people in the Marquis' Mansion", and it was one of the old tricks of "that person".

But "that person" probably would never have thought that Qin Jianfu was actually killed in advance by Zhao Rong, who was only in the Fuyao realm.

Moreover, without any strong interference from the outside world, Zhao Rong dug the golden elixir out from the dantian of the disfigured old Confucian scholar.

This "back door" is of no use at all...

"You haven't left yet?"

A favored son of the Zhao family's side branch was sacrificed as a smokescreen, and the power of the Tianya Jiange Sikou Mansion was mobilized to blockade and investigate the mountains in the entire continent for half a year.

"That person" hadn't even left Wangque Continent yet. Could it be that he was so suspicious of this least-noticed continent among the nine continents? Instead of thinking in reverse?

The Snow-White Ink Knight was silent for a moment, then suddenly chuckled, drew his sword and slashed at the golden elixir.

The sword chilled the entire imperial mausoleum.

The figure of the Snow-White Ink Knight had disappeared, and all of it turned into a stream of snow-white sword energy that poured out.

And in the air, it condensed into a thin snow-white line at the moment it touched the blood-stained golden elixir.

Entangle, block, dismember, shatter...turn into pure spiritual energy.

A fourth-grade golden elixir that the mountain people coveted so much disappeared quietly in the imperial mausoleum hall.

There was no unusual movement.

After the three shadows emitted by the gray pipe left, the underground palace hall once again returned to endless silence.

There was only the faint breathing of a broken-armed scholar leaning against a dragon coffin and...

The whole hall is filled with surging spiritual energy.