Bai Suzhen, I really need to punish you properly.

The next day.

"Mingzhu, Xiaoqian, I'm sorry to trouble you to stay in my cave for a while."

One of them is a demon and the other is a ghost. If they enter the Xuan Nu Palace with him, it will only cause unnecessary trouble.

Both women nodded obediently upon hearing this.

Wang Xuan took Mingzhu and Nie Xiaoqian into his grotto.

This time, the two of them can keep each other company, so they won't be so bored anymore.

He wondered if the two women would feel awkward after what happened last night, but he couldn't care less.

Unless under special circumstances, Wang Xuan would not take people into his grotto.

This approach ultimately carries a connotation of house arrest or confinement.

Moreover, his own grotto-heaven was still relatively immature, and the spiritual energy inside was far inferior to that outside.

He secretly planned that he should transplant some rare and precious materials, spiritual mountains and rivers into his cave to decorate it properly.

Wang Xuan arrived at the Temple of the Goddess.

This temple of the goddess has been neglected for countless years, and the dilapidated plaque is on the verge of collapse.

The local people who have lived nearby for generations probably never dreamed that this dilapidated temple would be the entrance to the Xuan Nu Palace.

Wang Xuan strode into the temple. Wild grass grew on the ground, and spider webs covered the beams and pillars.

He focused intently, secretly sensing the location of the barrier.

Suddenly, a white ribbon flew out from the shadows and wrapped around Wang Xuan's waist. He did not resist and let the ribbon gently pull him into the barrier.

Within the barrier, the scenery is completely different, with clouds and mist swirling around, and the vegetation lush and vibrant, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth far exceeding that of the outside world.

The Xuan Nu Palace has a very deep history. Legend has it that the first patriarch of the Xuan Nu Palace received the inheritance of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady in his dream.

Therefore, although the Xuan Nu Palace rarely appears in the mortal realm, even Qingqiu knows of their existence.

At the same time, the jade pendant on Wang Xuan's chest emitted a warm feeling.

He understood that this was a sign that there was a great treasure nearby.

After dragging Wang Xuan inside, Leng Huazhi, the protector of Xuan Nu Palace, remained silent, leaving Wang Xuan with only an elegant silhouette.

She walked ahead, swaying gracefully, while Wang Xuan silently followed behind.

The two walked into the main hall.

On both sides of the hall, a group of female disciples in pink stood in neat rows, their postures upright and their eyes fixed straight ahead.

Wang Xuan watched this unfold, feeling a sense of déjà vu, almost like he was witnessing a military parade.

Leng Huazhi stopped and turned to look at Wang Xuan, asking, "Who are you?"

Wang Xuan, with an aloof and arrogant demeanor, replied in a deep voice: "Xiao Xuan, the eighteenth generation successor of the Tianshan Sect."

"The Xuan Nu Palace and the Tian Shan Sect have never had any dealings for generations. Why have you come to my Xuan Nu Palace?"

The first patriarch of Tianshan Sect and the first palace master of Xuan Nu Palace were originally a couple who guarded the Blood Demon together. However, due to their different ideals, they eventually parted ways and each established their own sect.

The founder of the Tianshan Sect advocated relentless and proactive killing. As soon as the remnants of the Blood Demon were sensed, they would immediately take action to eliminate them, leaving no hidden dangers.

The patriarch of the Xuan Nu Palace believed that the root of the Blood Demon was endless slaughter. The more blood was slaughtered, the more blood energy was generated, which would nourish the demonic essence. He advocated retreating to the seal.

The disciples of the two factions followed the practices of their ancestors, so naturally they had very little contact with each other.

Wang Xuan dared to impersonate the disciples of the Heavenly Mountain Sect precisely because he knew that the Xuan Nu Palace did not recognize them.

Instead of answering, Wang Xuan asked, "Who are you?"

"I am Leng Huazhi, the Palace Master."

"You are not," Wang Xuan said calmly. "I've brought the Palace Mistress here. I've come to ask her to borrow something."

Leng Huazhi frowned and pressed, "What do you want to borrow?"

Wang Xuan said calmly, "I will naturally tell her when she comes."

Leng Huazhi's face showed displeasure as she stared intently at Wang Xuan.

Wang Xuan also glanced back at the past with a calm indifference.

After a brief standoff, a graceful figure in blue flew in from behind the main hall.

The moment she landed, everyone in the hall bowed gracefully and said, "Greetings, Palace Master."

She had a fair, oval face, skin as smooth as frost, delicate eyebrows, and slightly pursed lips, with a faint trace of melancholy in her eyes.

Her long, jet-black hair was styled into a neat high bun, adorned with a silver-blue butterfly-shaped hair ornament. Delicate blue beads hung down her forehead along a silver chain, and blue crystal pendants dangled from her ears, swaying gently with the slightest movement.

A delicate blue crystal necklace hung down her chest, and the slightly open neckline revealed a small patch of snow-white skin, tempting the eye to peek inside.

She was slender and elegant, with a cool and aloof aura that kept strangers at bay. Standing in the hall, she exuded the dignified and noble air of a palace mistress.

Looking at her, Wang Xuan felt a strange sense of déjà vu, as if she were a real-life version of the Blue Rabbit Palace Mistress.

She looked to be only in her early twenties, even younger than Leng Huazhi.

However, he was just looking at it, because Wang Xuan saw a notification from Bai Mei Lu.

Name: Leng Bingxin

Age: 120

[Realm Level: Early Stage Earth Immortal]

[Note: The current Palace Master of Xuan Nu Palace, whose mission is to guard against the Blood Demon.]

Well, in some ways, he is indeed in his early twenties.

Leng Bingxin's gaze fell on Wang Xuan.

The person was surrounded by a faint demonic aura, which was probably left over from years of fighting demons.

Wang Xuan cupped his hands slightly and said, "Xiao Xuan, the eighteenth generation successor of the Tianshan Sect, greets the Palace Master."

"Are you a successor of the Tianshan Sect?"

Wang Xuan replied neither servilely nor arrogantly: "Indeed, I have come here for the Dragon Saliva Dew."

Leng Huazhi hurriedly spoke up, "Dragon Saliva Dew? Do you know that it is the most precious treasure of our sect, refined by each generation of our sect masters with their own power? If you are not careful, you will suffer from qi deviation or even perish. Now there is only one left."

Leng Bingxin pursed her lips and looked at Wang Xuan with a complicated expression: "My master told me before he passed away that a successor of the Tianshan Sect would come to me to ask for medicine, but not this year."

Her master left her with the words that the current successor of the Tianshan Sect had a predestined relationship with her, and that she should help him at all costs.

Wang Xuan said with a cold and arrogant expression, "What your teacher said may not be correct."

Leng Huazhi retorted unhappily, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Leng Bingxin waved her hand, signaling Leng Huazhi to shut up.

Wang Xuan stated frankly, "Now that I'm here, whether or not you will receive it is up to you, Palace Master."

Wang Xuan had no intention of forcibly taking it. This was someone else's territory. Putting aside whether he could win the fight, even if he could, how bad would it be for his reputation?

If Leng Bingxin is unwilling, then we can simply consider this trip a waste.

He carried Mingzhu with him only for self-protection, because if he were discovered, Leng Bingxin might take drastic measures against him.

Leng Bingxin sighed softly, "Since you've come, Master Xiao, I will naturally give it to you. This Dragon Saliva Dew was originally prepared for you."

"Thank you for your kindness, Palace Master."

Wang Xuan remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was overjoyed.

Sure enough, those who are naive and inexperienced are easily fooled.

Having spent years in the palace without experiencing the outside world, how could one imagine that someone could be so wicked?

But Leng Bingxin changed the subject and looked him over cautiously: "However, I see no signs of poisoning on Master Xiao."

"To be honest, the person who was poisoned is a close friend of mine. He cannot withstand a long journey, which is why I have come to ask for it. I hope that the Palace Master will deliver the Dragon Saliva Dew to me as soon as possible so that I can go back and save him."