Chen Huai'an's two consecutive swords scared not only Zhang Tinghai.

There are also other sects that are bustling around.

The core masters of Lingxi Valley, Dan Sect, Chan Sect and other sects that had participated in the crusade against the Demon Sect were not surprised. They had long heard that a powerful ancestor had returned to Jian Ge.

As to what realm it is, there are different opinions.

Some said he was at the fusion stage, some said he was at the great fusion stage, and some said he was at the cave emptiness stage. In short, no one was stupid enough to think that the ancestor of the Sword Pavilion had a cultivation level lower than the fusion stage.

Just standing there is an incarnation.

How strong you want to show is up to the mood of others.

“Ancestor, this Jian Ge is a bit too aggressive. Shaoyang Sect is a big sect after all, but they don’t give us any face. A mere dojo is already…” Taoist Qingxuan stopped talking halfway because he saw his mother looking at the figure holding the sword in front of the Jian Ge chariot with a dazed look.

The gaze through the cloud curtain was full of tears.

He had a bad feeling in his heart.

Combined with his mother's unusual behavior during this period...

He came to an absurd conclusion.

——Does his mother like the ancestor of Jian Ge?

"Qingxuan, what did you just say?"

Taoist Qingxuan glanced at his mother and swallowed his saliva. "No, nothing... I say that the Shaoyang Sect is really shameless and even robbed the Jiange Dojo."

"That's right." Rong Qingyun snorted coldly: "From now on, I will not sell Shaoyang Sect's elixirs and magic tools, and I will not allow my Qingyun Sect disciples to have any contact with Shaoyang Sect disciples. Once I find out that they have any contact, I will expel them from the sect!"

Taoist Qingxuan: “…”

It's over. This is basically confirmed.

Taoist Qingxuan clenched his fists as he looked at Chen Huaian's back, his eyes filled with hatred and helplessness. He had thought of ten thousand reasons why his mother's attitude towards Jiange had changed, but he had never thought or dared to think that his house had been robbed!

Lu Changtian was also looking at the flying boat and the figure in a plain white dress standing beside the ancestor of Jian Ge.

Not only he was watching, but also several people from Chixiao Peak were watching.

"What about Junior Sister Qingran?" Lu Changtian murmured to himself.

Li Qingran had become different from before, and he even felt a little strange about her.

Like an ink painting cut out from old rice paper, it has now suddenly been colored.

The girl who always bowed her head and lifted her skirt at the end of the corridor,

When did you become a lively little deer with golden bells hanging on its head and walking in the spring breeze?

He remembered that when Li Qingran smiled in the past, there was always moonlight hanging in the corners of his eyes, like a fish shivering on the thin ice in early spring.

She smiled when she served tea in front of Taoist Qingxuan, hung her head at a loss when scolded by the elders, and even tried to please him cautiously when she asked him about the sword... At this moment, the girl standing next to the ancestor of Jian Pavilion had a faint smile on her face, her eyebrows were stained with the crushed sunset glow, and even her eyelashes were immersed in the honey-colored halo.

The hem of her moon-white skirt revealed her lotus embroidered shoes adorned with silver bells, and she took them off with light lotus steps, making tinkling sounds. Her snow-white wrist, which used to be hidden behind the faded sleeves of her clothes, was now wrapped with a gold-threaded bell inlaid with gems, and as she wiped the scabbard of her black-scale sword, it shone with tiny, heart-wrenching streams of light.

The red bells on the wrists and ankles represent the expectation of love.

She actually wears these?

Whose attention are you trying to attract?

His eyes and consciousness fell on Chen Huai'an. The ancestor of the Sword Pavilion could not...

But this Jian Ge ancestor was also good at looking handsome, and his handsome and majestic appearance made him feel that his title of the most handsome man in Qingyun Sect was a joke. In addition, Xu An and Duan Feng from Jian Ge were also handsome at first glance.

The more Lu Changtian thought about it, the more confused he became.

There were also confused voices coming from a few fellow apprentices nearby.

Xiao Yifeng shook his head repeatedly: "It seems that Li Qingran is doing well in Jian Ge? Isn't it said that Jian Ge is very shabby?"

"Oh, but you just love to dress up. You haven't learned your lesson!" Yun Mo clenched his hand holding the hilt of the sword, his tone tinged with sourness.

Zhang Hanxiao rubbed his eyes, somewhat unbelievably: "She seems to be getting more and more beautiful... She seems to be much more beautiful than Junior Sister Mu Baishuang..."

"Shut up!" Lu Changtian's eyes narrowed, and he turned around. "What's the point of talking about this? She is no longer a member of the Qingyun Sect, let alone our Chixiao Peak. She is a disciple of the Sword Pavilion! Zhang Hanxiao, you actually compared her with my junior sister and deliberately belittled my junior sister. How sad would my junior sister be to hear this?"

"That's what my senior brother taught me." Zhang Han snorted and smiled.

Mu Baishuang hasn't been around them lately, and at first they were trying to please her.

After doing it too much, I found it boring and naturally I didn't care about Mu Baishuang as much as before.

"By the way, where is our junior sister?" Yun Mohuan looked around and didn't see Mu Baishuang, so he went to ask Taoist Qingxuan.

Taoist Qingxuan was immersed in the matter of his house being robbed and was very worried.

After hearing several of my brothers asking questions, I asked impatiently:

"The gate to the secret realm will soon open, and the three holy places will soon appear. Are you still calling out to your junior sister? Look at how little information you have! Is it possible that a girl as old as Mu Baishuang could just get lost? She won't enter the secret realm, but maybe she feels bored and goes to some mortal town to play. You can just come back from the secret realm to find her."

Lu Changtian and others did not dare to disobey Taoist Qingxuan's words. They had to hide their doubts and worries in their hearts and wait for the door to the secret realm to open.

On the Jian Ge side, Zhang Tinghai of Shaoyang Sect had no intention of provoking Jian Ge after his arm was cut off.

What a joke.

If the ancestor sword of Jian Pavilion was not in the sheath, it would be able to cut off his arm. If the sword was not in the sheath, wouldn't it tear him apart along with him?

Having to temporarily avoid the attack, he led his Shaoyang Sect disciple to face the Ten Thousand Mountains in a dejected manner and found a random hilltop to wait. His sinister eyes frequently glanced towards the chariot of Jian Ge, and it was obvious that he had nothing good to say.

…

Deep in the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Inside a secret formation.

Mu Baishuang placed the tombstone in front of the cave where the Demon Young Master often practiced.

She knelt on the gravel on the ground, her fingertips repeatedly stroking the four scarlet characters of "Young Master's Tomb", her tears falling on the bloodstains that had not yet dried.

"You always say that blood flows on the blade and on the battlefield to restore the Heavenly Demon Sect." She suddenly laughed, her bloody nails piercing her palm, and the dark red flowed along the grooves of the inscription over the young man's name, "My blood has soaked the entire Sword Pavilion!"

The magic spell left burn marks on her sleeves, and the nine netherworlds of evil energy entangled the silver bells in her hair.

When the last half of the broken hair fell in front of the monument, the cries of thousands of ghosts could be heard from deep in the cave.

She turned around slowly and bowed to the old nun who had been standing behind her for a long time.

"Please, senior, do it for me!"

Ling Pu Lao Nun looked at Mu Baishuang, who was full of resentment, with a hint of surprise in her eyes, and said in a deep voice: "You must know that if you use this method, your soul will be sacrificed to the underworld. There is no way back, and you will die!"

"No problem, don't die...I'll die."

"Well, I will cast a spell for you now, but remember, the Sword Pavilion Patriarch is very difficult to deal with, and he will soon descend in his incarnation. I suggest you raid the secret realm when it is closed, and take advantage of the turmoil to produce miraculous effects!"

"Bye, younger generation...please remember this!"

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