Song Wu's face was full of smiles, yet tinged with humility. He bowed and said with a faint smile, "You've been too kind. It's my honor that such a powerful person chose me. I also thank my junior brothers and sisters for protecting and helping me along the way. Now that I've returned after completing my studies, I owe it all to your great assistance..."
Xie Zhou looked at his scholarly appearance with a hint of teasing in his eyes. If outsiders saw or heard him like this, they would definitely think that he was just putting on airs. However, given Senior Brother Song's innate aura and temperament, the disciples of Wuyouge never felt jealousy or resentment towards Senior Brother Song.
If it were anyone else, they would probably have been teased and talked about by this group countless times, and might even have received a free slap.
Xie Zhou stepped forward with a slight smile and said, "Congratulations, Senior Brother. But Junior Sister is very curious about what power you inherited. Your aura just now was quite powerful. Why don't you tell me? I believe I'm not the only one who's curious, right? I'm sure everyone else is too."
As she spoke, Xie Zhou glanced around at the disciples, and the other disciples, unable to contain their curiosity, joined in the commotion.
"Yes...yes, we're curious too..."
"That's right, senior brother, please tell us, we want to know!"
Someone in the crowd blurted out something, which was quite audacious, and soon quite a few people joined in, all asking Song Wu a series of questions. Seeing so many people's curiosity, Song Wu didn't know how to explain, since he himself already knew what kind of inherited power he had received. He just felt that his strength had changed drastically since the end of the trial.
A surge of power filled his entire body, so profound and pure, slowly enveloping his dantian and his whole body. This feeling was perhaps sublimation. However, the great master never told Song Wu what was different about the power he had obtained, or what its name was.
But I, Song, don't want to lose face in front of these junior brothers and sisters. I've studied for so long, and I don't even know the power of my own open-mindedness. Wouldn't that be embarrassing?
So, in order to cover it up and try to get away with it by laughing it off, Song Wu looked up at the sky and said, "Is there something in the sky?"
This is a trick that Senior Brother Song often uses. Whenever a disciple of Wuyou Pavilion asks a difficult question, Song Wu will use this excuse to shirk responsibility. So they naturally know that Senior Brother Song Wu does not want to answer this question.
However, having seen through his little tricks many times before, the disciples of Wuyou Pavilion continued to play along with Song Wu, all looking up at the sky.
Xie Zhou revealed a sly smile and said with a laugh, "What's in the sky? Senior brother, are you sure you're not mistaken? But it's getting late, shouldn't we head back?"
Everyone naturally withdrew the expectant expressions from their faces, giving Senior Brother Song a way out. Song Wu, of course, cooperated with Xie Zhou and echoed everything.
He said, "It's getting late. Now that everyone has found what they needed to find, and the powerful beings haven't made any further moves, the trial on the Crimson Battlefield should be over, and it's time for us to report back."
"Teleportation talismans should be quite stable, right? That magic artifact from before is no longer useful. Fortunately, we were more careful this time and prepared a lot of talismans. Moreover, after going through the trials, we should have obtained quite a few treasures. There should be many low-level teleportation talismans like these, right?"
Song Wu came down from the tomb. As soon as he finished speaking, the disciples of Wuyou Pavilion and several disciples of the Sword Sect took out their own teleportation talismans from their Qiankun bags.
Seeing this, Senior Brother Song Wu said, "Alright, in that case, let's hurry back."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than the ground on the blood-red battlefield began to shake violently. Many trees fell down in the surrounding area, and the ground cracked and collapsed.
"Boom..."
"Slap...slap..."
The blood-red battlefield suddenly experienced violent fluctuations.
Everyone standing there felt like their feet weren't sticking to them anymore, and they all began to sway slightly with the undulations.
"What exactly is going on?"
"Could it be that some other person or monster is about to appear?"
"Wasn't this area almost completely cleaned up already? Why are you coming back!"
"Everyone be careful, watch out for the cracks in the ground and the falling debris around you..."
"Let's find a stable spot to hide first..."
Seeing this, the crowd continued to chatter. Song Wu was a little nervous. This place was falling apart very quickly and would soon become a pile of ruins. They needed to leave quickly, but the threatening sounds coming from the ground made them dare not make any rash moves.
Xie Zhou then asked, "Senior Brother Song, what should we do next?"
As Song Wu watched the blood-red battlefield tremble repeatedly, he suddenly remembered the sect leader's words to him. He quickly shouted, "Everyone, don't panic! This is a sign that the blood-red battlefield is about to end. We should use talismans to leave here as soon as possible."
Upon hearing this, everyone used talismans, which floated in the air. With their hands forming hand seals, they were quickly teleported out of the blood-red battlefield.
"Phew... finally, it's over."
Xie Zhou opened his eyes, saw the familiar front door, and felt a sense of comfort, as if he were returning home.
The same applies to the other disciples.
The group successfully returned to their respective sects, while the disciples of Wuyou Pavilion and Sword Sect hurriedly pushed open the doors and returned to their respective sects.
The disciples sweeping the courtyard greeted the two sects as they returned.
"You're back!"
"Um……"
The group marched through the main hall and corridors, and soon the disciples all returned to their own bedrooms to get a good night's sleep.
"Senior sister is gone..."
"goodbye!"
"Senior brother, we're leaving too..."
"Bye...get some rest."
However, Xie Zhou and Senior Brother Song went to the main hall to find their respective sect leaders.
"The night is so alluring, Senior Brother, aren't you going to rest?"
"Junior sister, be careful as the night deepens and the dew grows heavy..."
"Hahaha……"
The two exchanged a smile, both knowing what the other was thinking.
The two arrived at the mat and saw the two adults who had been waiting for them for a long time. They were the Pavilion Master of Wuyou Pavilion and the Sect Master of Sword Sect.
"You've finally arrived. Tell me what you've all learned?"
“Master, I encountered many forces on the Crimson Battlefield, especially the men in black. At first, we didn’t know their identities or where they came from, so we didn’t bother them. But they coveted all the sects and factions that came to the Crimson Battlefield and made things difficult for us at every turn. Fortunately, Junior Sister Xie discovered their true identities. They are from the Hall of the Dead!”
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