The vicious female Ye Youcha, who is in Shura Field every day

Qingyan Daozun's cold eyes swept back and forth between Su Xiyue and Ye Ling, who was bound like a dumpling in golden light on the ground.

"Can you grow medicinal herbs?"

His tone was unreadable.

Su Xiyue nodded hurriedly, her survival instincts kicking in, "Yes, yes, my husband is especially good at growing spiritual herbs. I guarantee he'll make Daoist's herb garden even more beautiful than a fairyland."

After saying that, he secretly kicked Ye Ling's calf.

A hint of embarrassment flashed in Ye Ling's silver eyes. He didn't even recognize any spiritual herbs, let alone know how to grow them.

But under Yue'er's frantically suggestive gaze, he could only squeeze out two words through gritted teeth: "I know a little."

Daoist Qingyan glanced at him indifferently, and with a wave of his wide sleeve, the golden light binding Ye Ling instantly dissipated.

"You'll be in charge of this medicinal garden. Take good care of it. If you damage my precious herbs, I'll pay with your life."

His last four words were spoken lightly, yet carried a chilling undertone.

Ye Ling was used to being domineering, and had never been threatened or humiliated like this before. You can imagine how angry she was.

But they also knew the current situation.

He suppressed the murderous intent surging in his heart and calmly surveyed his surroundings. He discovered that every spiritual herb in this garden contained astonishing spiritual power, and the species were unfamiliar to him, far surpassing anything in the beast world.

The so-called Daoist Master in front of me possesses unfathomable strength.

If we fight head-on, we have no chance of winning at all, and we might even die a terrible death.

"Moon, do as he says for now. We'll meet up quietly at midnight tonight."

He looked at Su Xiyue and immediately transmitted his voice to her.

This is where the benefits of transmitting sound secretly become apparent.

Su Xiyue heard it instantly and replied with a telepathic message.

He then turned to Daoist Qingyan and curtsied, saying, "Thank you for your magnanimity, Daoist."

Daoist Qingyan glanced at her with a half-smile, then lightly flicked his wide sleeves. "Back to Qingxin Palace, the tea has gone cold."

Su Xiyue: “…”

He cursed that icy face a thousand times in his heart, but still had to force a smile on his face: "Yes, Daoist Master."

She then obediently stood up and quickly followed.

Ye Ling watched the two figures leave, her brows furrowed, her mind preoccupied with how to escape from here.

The herb garden manager walked over expressionlessly and tossed him a storage bag. "Water it with the spiritual spring water three times a day, loosen the soil and weed. If you damage even one plant, you're dead."

Ye Ling stared at the dusty storage bag lying at her feet, then glanced at the arrogant herb garden manager, a cold glint flashing deep in her silver eyes.

He roamed the beastly world; when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

Not only were they treated like servants, but they were also given attitudes by this ant-like creature.

"What are you looking at? Get back to work!"

The steward felt a chill run down his spine under his gaze, gave a fierce but weak rebuke, and stormed off.

Ye Ling stared coldly at the manager's back for a while, then snorted and bent down to pick up the storage bag at her feet. It was light and flimsy, only about the size of a palm. How much could it hold?
Just as I was about to throw it away, I remembered something and stopped.

He tried to infuse a trace of demonic power and instantly sensed a space about ten feet in size.

Inside lay a few things: three simple jade slips, a hoe emitting a faint spiritual light, and a gourd the size of a palm.

He scanned the jade slip with his divine sense, and a large amount of information flooded into his mind. It turned out to be the basic methods of "Spirit Rain Technique" and "Soil Loosening Technique", as well as the illustrations of spiritual herbs in the garden and the key points of their care.

Ye Ling's silver eyes flashed with resentment. How could the mighty ancient Silver Moon Wolf have fallen to such a state?

He suppressed the surging anger within him and, following the instructions on the jade slip, cast the "Spirit Rain Technique" on the patch of spiritual herbs before him.

A few scattered drops of rain fell, having little effect than nothing.

Ye Ling: “.”

His face turned even darker.

He's good at fighting, but farming? That's an insult.

Although they also farm in the beast world, they farm for their own use and do so willingly, which is completely different from being forced to farm as a servant.

He irritably packed up his things, his sharp gaze sweeping over the incredibly rich spiritual energy of the medicinal garden before him.

The moon is in this place, and he must meet up with her as soon as possible and then leave this awful place.

Sweep the mountain gate? Plant medicinal herbs? Absolutely not.

Qingxuan Peak, Qingxin Hall.

Su Xiyue stood with her head bowed, her eyes fixed on her nose and her mind.

On the table, a freshly brewed cup of spiritual tea sat. She remembered it had to be cold, so she deliberately added two ice cubes to it.

As for where the ice came from, the answer is that it was obtained from the back mountain.

Qingyan Daozun sat upright on the cloud bed, casually picked up a teacup, and felt the coolness transmitted from the teacup with his fingertips.

He raised his eyes, his cool gaze falling on Su Xiyue with a scrutinizing look: "You're quite clever."

Su Xiyue forced a smile: "You flatter me, Daoist Master. Serving tea is my duty."

He was internally ranting and raving.

She's picky, has obsessive-compulsive tendencies, and is even harder to please than when she was trying to win over Ye Ling.

"Your Daoist partners are quite interesting."

Daoist Qingyan gently sipped his spiritual tea. "Unique bloodlines, rare even once in ten thousand years, have appeared in droves, and all of them have formed a bond with you. What secrets do you hold?"

Her heart tightened, but she perfectly feigned confusion on her face: "I don't know either, perhaps... fate?"

Daoist Qingyan stared at her for a moment, his gaze seemingly able to penetrate her soul.

Su Xiyue's back was almost covered in cold sweat.

Just when she thought she was about to have her soul searched, he suddenly withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "Never mind. Tonight at midnight, there is a Frost Grass in the northeast corner of the herb garden that needs to be watered with the power of moonlight. Go and watch your Daoist partner do it, and don't let him clumsily ruin my spiritual medicine."

She looked up abruptly, her eyes meeting his all-knowing, enigmatic gaze.

How did he know that he and Ye Ling had arranged to meet at midnight?
The two were clearly communicating using a secret telepathic method.

Does this mean that once one's cultivation level reaches a certain point, one can ignore telepathic communication?
Instantly, a chill ran from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head.

This Daoist master is terrifying.

It was so terrifying that she felt a chill run through her body.

"Yes...yes, as you command." She quickly lowered her head, her voice flustered.

It looks like my plan to sneak away tonight is going to fall through.

……

On the edge of the Western Regions' Ten Thousand Demon Abyss on the Canglan Continent.

As soon as Mo Lin regained consciousness, he felt a chilling, bone-piercing demonic aura rushing towards him.

Opening my eyes, I saw a bottomless abyss filled with swirling black mist, and beneath my feet were jagged, strange rocks.

He instinctively concealed his aura, maximizing the stealth talent granted by his Teng Snake bloodline and dark spiritual root, instantly blending into the shadows.

"Quick, there's an ancient beast, the Teng Snake, at the Golden Core stage. I saw it escape into the abyss. Everyone, catch it! If you can form a contract with it, do so. If you can't, you can still make a fortune by selling it."

An excited male voice rang out from not far away.

"Be careful, the Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons is dangerous, don't let yourself be caught off guard."

Another voice cautiously reminded
Mo Lin heard the voice behind him, and a fierce glint flashed in his dark eyes.

A contract? Capture them and sell them for money? Make a fortune?

Is he being treated like prey?
Black mist quietly gathered and spread from his palm, unleashing a torrent of killing intent.

The two demonic cultivators who caught up suddenly felt the sky darken, becoming so dark that they couldn't see their own hands in front of their faces.

"What happened? Why did it suddenly get dark?"

"I wonder, could it be that Tengshe is behind this?"

The two demonic cultivators who caught up looked flustered.

Before the two could figure out what was going on, or make any other moves.

The next second, they felt something cold and sharp slide across their throats, and then they suddenly fell straight to the ground, their eyes wide open, dead as can be, without even having time to scream.

Mo Lin's black mist receded from his palm, and the surrounding sky regained its light, revealing his cold and aloof figure from within the black mist.

He glanced coldly at the two dead demonic cultivators at his feet and snorted.

Then, with a flicker, he vanished into the Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons.

The most urgent task is to find Yue'er and then find a way to reunite with the other six, but we don't know where she has gone.

Zhongzhou, Kuixing City, Wanbaolou Chamber of Commerce.

Bai Qi dusted off his spotless moon-white brocade robe, a gentle, jade-like smile on his androgynous face.

Heaven knows how perilous his arrival in this world was; by sheer coincidence, he fell into the Hundred Flowers Pavilion.

The Hundred Flowers Pavilion is a brothel in the cultivation world, and it just so happens that the most beautiful courtesan of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, Peony Fairy, is taking a bath.

The female cultivator was initially angry when she saw him, but after seeing his face clearly, she became alluring and asked, "Now that you've arrived, why are you still so shy?"

Startled, he quickly turned his back, whipped the courtesan Peony Fairy unconscious with his ten fox tails, and then escaped through the window.

He was even mistaken for a dine-and-dash customer by the cultivators guarding the Hundred Flowers Pavilion and chased for three whole streets.

He was being chased so hard that he beat his pursuers until they were sprawled on the ground.

Then, taking the opportunity, they slipped into Wanbaolou and mingled into the crowd at the auction.

"This young master looks unfamiliar. Does he have an invitation?"

The manager of Wanbaolou spotted Bai Qi instantly, walked over, squinted at him, and wore a warm smile on his face.

Bai Qi flicked his finger, and a top-grade beast crystal fell into the other party's sleeve: "I'm new here, please do me a favor."

The steward stared in disbelief at the superior-grade demon stone in his hand.

He glanced at Bai Qi furtively; so handsome, with those beautiful fox-like eyes—could it be…?
I didn't think about it any further.

Demon stones are even rarer than spirit stones. Regardless of whether the young master in front of them is human or demon, Wanbaolou is just a business; what does anything else have to do with them?
Thinking this to himself, the steward beamed and said, "Please come in, young master."

His attitude instantly became extremely respectful, and he bowed to lead the way.

Bai Qi smiled faintly and calmly walked in.

He looked around, listening carefully to the sounds around him. He needed to understand this world as soon as possible and then find Yue'er and the others.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, at the Ten Thousand Swords Sect...

Qingzhu awoke from the Sword Tomb, her body riddled with broken swords.

He brushed the dust off his body, his emerald eyes sweeping over the sharp sword energy around him, and with a flick of his finger, a jade longsword fell into his palm.

"Fellow Daoist, are you a newly initiated disciple?"

The old man guarding the tomb squinted as he examined the ancient sword in his hand that had spontaneously recognized him as its master.

Qingzhu glanced at the old man and said indifferently, "Just passing by."

"Passing by?"

The old man frowned and said coldly, "Since you're just passing by, then leave behind the sect's treasured sword."

Qingzhu glanced at him with her eyes lowered, hesitated for a few seconds, and then threw the jade sword in her hand over.

Unexpectedly, the jade sword flew back on its own and landed steadily at Qingzhu's feet.

Qingzhu: "."

Old man: "."

His pupils constricted sharply as he looked at Qingzhu in shock. "This jade sword actually recognizes you as its master?"

Qingzhu glanced down at the steadily vibrating Qingyu Ancient Sword at her feet, bent down and picked it up. "In that case, I will accept it."

After that, he turned around and left.

The old man behind him suddenly sprang to his feet, shouting, "Arrogant brat, leave behind the sect's treasured sword!"

Without turning his head, Qingzhu swung his sword in a backhand strike. The sword energy was like a rainbow, and the old man staggered back several steps, his face filled with horror.

Despite his cultivation level being only at the Golden Core stage, he was able to send me flying with a single sword strike and even unleash a sword aura; it was truly unbelievable.

"It's not that I'm taking what belongs to someone else, but rather that this sword is destined for me. It wants to cling to me, and there's nothing I can do about it."

Qingzhu turned to look at the old man, a half-smile on her face.

Ignoring the old man's ugly face, he flew away on his sword in the blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)