Fang Buwei was even more grateful to Wei Qinghe. "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Wei. From now on, I am a disciple of the Spirit Sect."
With a grave expression, Wei Qinghe set up several layers of formations on the ice box.
Fang Buwei gripped the ring tightly; it was something left by his grandfather and also proof of the Refining Manor.
Just as she was about to leave, Wei Qinghe noticed that a stone slab in the corner was different from what she expected.
She used her spiritual power to gently strike from a distance, and instantly a hidden door on the ground slowly opened.
Fang Buwei was slightly surprised, after all, as a member of the Refining Manor, he didn't know there was a hidden door here.
"Fellow Daoist Wei, I'll go down first."
Not knowing what the outcome might be, he couldn't let Wei Qinghe take any risks, yet he also harbored a hope that some miracle might happen down there.
Wei Qinghe took a candle, lit it, and handed it to him, saying, "Here you go."
Although Fang Buwei was puzzled, he knew that Wei Qinghe would not harm him.
The two jumped into the hidden door one after the other.
The flame of the candle in my hand was still normal.
A putrid smell filled the air, and a luminous pearl appeared in Wei Qinghe's hand without her noticing.
Snap!
Suddenly, Fang Buwei dropped the candle in his hand to the ground, and without paying any attention, he hurried forward.
There was a mummified corpse sitting on the ground ahead, missing an arm and a leg.
Looking at the remaining clothes and the mutilated body, it matched Fang Laozhuangzhu's appearance quite well.
"Grandfather!" Fang Buwei knelt before the mummified corpse, wanting to reach out and touch it, but afraid of harming it.
Wei Qinghe also stepped forward quickly, first using her divine sense to observe the condition of the mummified corpse.
I paid special attention to the gaps at the severed limbs, which were very similar to those inside the ice box. After all, this was a mummified corpse, and the ice box kept it fresh.
Despite the passage of time, the mummified corpse still shows signs of poisoning and broken bones.
It's unimaginable how much torture and pain Master Fang endured to die.
Tears welled up in Wei Qinghe's eyes and streamed down her face. "It's Elder Master Fang."
This can be considered a way to give Master Fang a complete burial.
Although they were relieved, both of them were still heavy-hearted.
Even without finding the body, one might still cling to a sliver of hope, thinking that perhaps Old Master Fang still has a chance of survival.
The deeper part of the secret chamber was filled with ancient books, artifacts, various rare and precious materials and medicines. This should be considered the last treasure chamber of the Refining Manor.
The murderer may not have found the secret room, or perhaps they knew that Master Fang would not survive under such circumstances.
At this moment, Wei Qinghe and Fang Buwei had no time to care about anything else.
Both of them wanted to find clues about the massacre of the Weapon Refining Manor.
However, after searching the secret room, they found nothing else unusual, and both of them looked disappointed.
Wei Qinghe took a deep breath and said helplessly, "Let's properly arrange the remains of Master Fang."
Fang Buwei nodded in agreement, his eyes filled with regret and determination. "I'll go and bring in the ice box from outside. That ice box can be enlarged."
“Together.” Wei Qinghe pulled on the array outside the ice box.
As the ice box magnified and quickly resembled a crystal coffin, she became even more interested in weapon crafting.
Seeing Wei Qinghe's curiosity, Fang Buwei explained as he placed the mummified corpse of Old Master Fang into the coffin, "This is an outstanding work by the predecessors of the Weapon Refining Manor..."
"What is this?" The two men's eyes fell on a piece of tattered white cloth with yellowed edges in the hands of Old Master Fang.
The tattered white cloth was made of soft, fine fabric, clearly of high quality. Ordinary cultivators couldn't afford to wear it. And the fine stitches visible beneath the tattered cloth indicated that it was probably a piece of clothing material.
It is highly likely that Master Fang tore it off the murderer in a moment of panic.
After some research, no conclusion was reached.
After the two had finished everything, Wei Qinghe set up several formations before finally returning outside.
"Junior Sister." No matter where Qiao Luoning is, the first person she notices is always Wei Qinghe.
Seeing that the two of them were not in a good mood, it was clear that their search had not yielded satisfactory results.
Wei Qinghe spoke with a cold and stern expression: "Senior Sister, fellow senior brothers and sisters, let's go back. From today onwards, Fang Buwei is a weapon refiner of our Ling Sect. Before the truth comes out, I hope everyone can keep his identity as the master of the Weapon Refining Manor a secret."
She was referring to Fang Buwei, who was the owner of the Refining Manor.
Even if only one person remains in the Refining Manor, they must shoulder the responsibility of restoring the manor's glory.
Fang Buwei held the puppy and stared blankly at Wei Qinghe. The girl was clearly younger than him, but she was much more mature than him when things happened.
Thanks to her help and trust, he will not let Wei Qinghe down, nor will he let his grandfather down. He will restore the glory of the Weapon Refining Manor.
Seeing their junior sister so serious, and knowing that the destruction of the Weapon Refining Manor was no small matter, the senior brothers and sisters naturally didn't say much.
"Don't worry, junior sister, we will take good care of junior brother Fang."
Even before Fang Buwei entered the Ling Sect, he had already felt the enthusiasm and unity of the Ling Sect disciples.
Before leaving, Wei Qinghe replaced the original formation with her own.
Finally, a protective array that rapidly depletes spiritual energy was set up to safeguard the mountain.
The group once again flew towards the Spirit Sect on their swords.
With Wei Qinghe's arrangement, Fang Buwei naturally and smoothly became a weapon refiner in the Spirit Sect, and even became the personal disciple of the Seventh Elder, Daoist Jinglan.
To express his gratitude to the Seventh Elder, Wei Qinghe specially sent some materials to him.
The Seventh Elder, who was as tough as a female doll, happily hugged Wei Qinghe and spun her around, just like when Wei Qinghe was a child, but with some differences.
A voice, both firm and gentle, rang out: "Qinghe, you really are a treasure of our Spirit Sect. You have no idea how many years I've been lacking these materials."
Fang Buwei had long heard many legends about the Seven Elders of the Spirit Sect.
They knew that the Seventh Elder was very strong, but they didn't know that the Seventh Elder had the head and face of a delicate little girl, but the body of a burly man.
Wei Qinghe knew that the Seventh Elder was short of materials. After all, both alchemists and weapon refiners had to constantly try to refine things, which naturally required a lot of materials and herbs.
"I still have some materials here. I'll organize them and send them to the Seventh Elder later."
The Seventh Elder was overjoyed. She was obsessed with refining weapons and consumed materials every day. "I won't stand on ceremony with my little darling. You can rest assured that this disciple is in my care."
After leaving the Refining Peak, Wei Qinghe packed some things for Xiaobai to take to the Seventh Elder, and then went into her spatial dimension to begin cultivating.
She wants to be in the best possible condition to climb the ladder to heaven.
As for the appearance of demonic cultivators, the Daoist Fuyue, the city lord of Feixian City, and other powerful figures from the immortal sects will discuss countermeasures.
Only after she becomes stronger can she step into that demonic land and bring back the remains of the Wei family's ancestors.
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