Junior Sister must ascend this time!

Yun Qing sat at the table studying the blueprints, while Cen Ning had already started working by the refining furnace.

They wanted to create a magical artifact that would both expand the range of the talisman's effects and provide some offensive capabilities, so that even if they were separated from their third senior brother in the secret realm, he would still have the ability to protect himself.

The materials needed to make these kinds of ritual implements are not common, so they don't have many chances to try and fail. Whether they succeed or not depends on the result of this batch.

Four hours later, Yun Qing was getting sleepy, and her head was nodding off.

"It's done!"

Cen Ning shouted excitedly, and Yun Qing immediately jumped off her chair and rushed to the furnace. The two of them were very satisfied with the finished product, which was even better than they had imagined.

"Second Senior Sister, you're amazing!! You can do anything I can think of! You're my treasure, no, you're the treasure of all of us!"

Yun Qing hugged Cen Ning, looking at her with bright, sparkling eyes.

Cen Ning poked her nose. "Nonsense, I'm not that good."

She was also puzzled as to why she didn't resist her junior sister's approach, and she didn't panic when her junior sister was by her side, but she was certain that she liked her junior sister.

"Then I'll have my third junior brother come over, and we'll teach him how to use it."

Yun Qing shook her head. "No need for that. Just beat him up and he'll know how to use it."

Her smile gradually turned sinister. "Remember to call the eldest and fourth senior brothers over."

When Si Mingche arrived at Yuheng Peak, he found four people standing in a row with sinister smiles. Although he was sure he hadn't done anything wrong recently, he immediately chose to run away.

However, two legs are no match for eight legs, and he was soon surrounded by four people.

Pei Shubai drew his sword and sneered, "It's been too long since I've fought, my hands seem to be itching. You fight us."

Even though he didn't take out his natal sword and used an ordinary Xuan sword, it didn't stop Si Mingche from immediately backing down.

He immediately knelt on the ground, "Senior Brother, I was wrong..."

Just kidding, even if he's not wrong, he's still wrong at this point. He can't even beat one of the senior disciples, let alone four people ganging up on him.

"I'm just a weak and powerless talisman cultivator... If you really want to beat him up, he's tough!"

As he spoke, he pointed at Jiang Mian.

Jiang Mian glared at him, and he wisely put it down. He could only look pitifully at Cen Ning and Yun Qing.

The latter said expressionlessly, "Let's not waste words with him, let's just fight."

Only when Cen Ning threw him something did he instantly feel hopeful. Second Senior Sister is still the best!

Si Mingche took it as if it were a treasure, and looked at it...

A fan?!

His lips twitched. "Is this supposed to make my death a little easier?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the four men attacked him. Although not fatal, it hurt!

He ran around the field yelling, glancing at the fan in between glances, wondering how to use it...

Cen Ning reminded him at the right moment, "Third Junior Brother, open the fan and use your spiritual power to activate it!"

Si Mingche quickly did as instructed, raising his hand to flip the fan, which then unfolded with a "whoosh" and infused it with spiritual energy.

The next moment, dozens of talismans flew out from the fan and rushed straight towards the four people.

Before this, Yun Qing placed several immobilization talismans inside to give her third senior brother some time to recover and to prevent harm to others.

The three were agile and dodged the attack, but Cen Ning remained motionless, stuck to the talisman.

However, Si Mingche also took this opportunity to escape some distance.

Since Cen Ning couldn't move, she simply stood by and instructed Si Mingche on how to use it.

Soon Si Mingche was surrounded by the three again, and Cen Ning quickly shouted, "Third Junior Brother, turn the fan over!"

Si Mingche did as instructed again, but this time what flew out were not talismans, but dozens of broken blades.

The broken blade shot out from the fan, whistling through the air, and embedded itself in the stone slab in front of the three people.

Jiang Mian was also seeing this magical artifact for the first time. She looked down at the neat row of broken blades half an inch in front of her feet and asked, "...This fan can also hold hidden weapons?"

Pei Shubai looked at him with satisfaction, a smile curving her lips. "Third Junior Brother, you won."

Si Mingche, holding the fan, finally realized what was going on. "Did you make this especially for me?"

"Otherwise what?" Yun Qing crossed her arms. "I can't just watch you get bullied in the secret realm."

Si Mingche lowered his head again to examine the fan carefully. The fan ribs were silver-gray and felt heavier than ordinary fans. The fan surface was painted with light blue patterns that looked like landscapes from afar and runes up close.

When he looked up again, his eyes were already wet. "Thank you... You've been so kind to me, I don't know how to repay you."

"You really have to thank us. For the past two weeks, my second senior sister and I have been staying in the weapon-refining room every day, and we've used quite a few precious weapon-refining materials."

Yun Qing looked at him, her eyes crinkling with a smile, "As for repaying us... just give each of us a spirit stone mine when the time comes!"

"Alright! Forget about spirit stone mines, I'll give you my life!" Si Mingche touched the fan in his hand with great care. He now had his own natal magic weapon, a gift from his second senior sister and junior sister!

Pei Shubai glanced at him. "Don't give them things nobody wants. What would your junior sisters do with your life? Just prepare the spirit stones."

Yun Qing completely agreed with him; she would not let them lose their lives, no matter when.

She turned to Si Mingche and said, "I only used immobilization talismans because I was worried about everyone getting hurt. You can use more offensive talismans in actual combat."

Cen Ning nodded and added, "The higher your cultivation level, the more talismans this fan can hold, and the higher the attack power of the broken blade will be."

Jiang Mian concluded, "You're too weak; you need to train more!"

Si Mingche was in a good mood and didn't argue with him. "Then from today onwards, it will be called the Lifesaving Fan!"

Pei Shubai rewarded him with a large bag, saying, "Take it carefully!"

Si Mingche covered his head, racking his brains for a while before finally saying, "Then let's call it the Thousand Machine Fan!"

After that, the five of them began to make final preparations for the secret realm. Pei Shubai and Jiang Mian stayed together to practice sword moves, wishing they could eat and drink together all the time.

Yun Qing refined a sack of pills, Cen Ning crafted a sack of defensive magical artifacts, Si Mingche drew a sack of talismans, and also took the opportunity to cultivate a relationship with the Thousand Machine Fan.

Three days before the secret realm opened, Mingyuan went to Qingyun Peak to do some ideological work with his disciples.

When he arrived, the five of them were gathered together discussing something.

He naturally assumed they were discussing battle plans, and as an elder, it was his duty to offer them guidance.

So he silently stood behind the group, wanting to hear what their opinions were...

"I think bringing 300 steamed buns is too few; we need at least 500!"

"Won't we be able to finish it?"

"What's wrong with not being able to finish it? If you leave it outside and it gets hard, you can use it to hit someone on the head and leave a dent."

"Junior sister's idea is great. Even if you can't beat them, you can still annoy them."

"This is nothing! I've also concocted some fart pills, so don't forget to cover your mouths and noses when you're done."

Mingyuan: "………………"