Sixty years of blacksmithing, a single hammer blow forging a celestial being.

For a moment, everyone was shocked.

It turns out that Hong Ling is actually a member of the demon race.

It turns out that she had been working as an undercover agent within the Tongtian Sword Sect all along, just to be this witch's inside man!

Below, Qingyue, holding a long sword, stared in disbelief at Hongling plucking the strings of her zither in the sky.

His eyes were filled with shock and confusion.

"Senior Sister Hongling... is she actually a member of the demon race?"

In that instant, Qingyue was overwhelmed with mixed feelings, her hand gripping the longsword trembled, and she didn't know what to do.

In this sect, besides her master, the person who treated her the best was Senior Sister Hongling.

He imparted all his knowledge, both in terms of cultivation resources and techniques, without reservation.

He would also occasionally point out some of the difficulties she encountered in her cultivation and guide her in her practice.

For a moment, he thought that Hongling treated him like a younger sister.

She has always regarded Hongling as her own sister and is quite dependent on her.

Now, Qingyue sees Hongling wielding an extremely powerful magical artifact, fighting against the sect leader of the Tongtian Sword Sect over a witch who indiscriminately kills innocent people.

How could she possibly accept this?

"So, Senior Sister Hongling has been lying to me all along...."

Qingyue felt as if her heart had gently shattered.

"Damn it! This witch is incredibly powerful! Her zither must also be a Heaven-Rank magical artifact. My bell was completely suppressed by her!"

Wan Zhenshan fought Hong Ling for dozens of rounds, and his heart was increasingly shocked.

It turned out that Hong Ling's zither music had completely suppressed the bell in his hand and the jade flute of the Eastern Sacred Sect.

How could he possibly accept that?

They are wielding top-grade magic weapons of the lower rank of Heaven!

"Just who are you, you thieving woman?"

Wan Zhenshan roared and shook the bell in his hand even louder, trying his best to resist Hong Ling's music.

At this moment, Hongling finally spoke.

She looked coldly at the sect leaders of the four major sects and said:

"Who I am is unimportant! Today I've come to reclaim the fragments of our sacred treasure. Back then, you divided our sacred treasure into four parts, making them your sect's treasures. Now it's time to return them!"

"Take back your fragments?"

Upon hearing this, the four sect leaders were all filled with shock.

Wan Zhenshan was the first to react, and said in horror.

"You! You're from the Sacred Land of Canglan!"

Canglan Sacred Land!

Upon hearing this, countless powerful figures around them showed expressions of surprise.

This woman is actually from the Canglan Holy Land! No wonder!

Canglan Holy Land is a major cultivation sect that is on par with Lingtian Holy Land.

The reason it became a holy land is because its strength has surpassed that of a sect.

It is a place revered and worshipped by cultivators, and its influence is far greater than that of any sect.

But why does this sacred land of Canglan inspire such fear in people?

This is because the Canglan Holy Land is a holy land of the demon race, inhabited entirely by demons, and a gathering place for a group of eccentric and strange demon cultivators.

In this cultivation world, there's a saying that the Canglan Holy Land is the birthplace of all demonic and evil cultivators!

It is the source of all evil.

He is considered the biggest villain and enemy in the eyes of the righteous cultivation world.

Now they saw a person from the sacred land of Canglan appear before them.

Anyone who sees it cannot help but be moved and amazed.

They couldn't help but stare at him intently. Was this really someone from the Canglan Holy Land?

The four sect leaders, in particular, all wore expressions of anxiety and unease.

They exchanged a glance and nodded knowingly.

Wan Zhenshan stepped forward and spoke.

"Your words are hilarious, you vixen! The sect's treasures are passed down through generations, what do they have to do with your Canglan Holy Land?"

"Stop talking nonsense and stirring up trouble here! I see that you two girls are outnumbered and weak, and I don't want to bully you with my numbers."

"If your witch subordinate promises not to commit indiscriminate killing and causing trouble on our sect's territory, we can let you two go!"

"Let us go?"

Hearing this, Hongling laughed, as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"It's not that you're letting us go today; it's that we're not letting you go!"

"Your sect imprisoned my sister in Misty Valley for hundreds of years, destroying her cultivation and confining her in a dark, sunless chamber. You also plundered the sacred treasures of my holy land and divided them among yourselves. Now, we will settle both the old and new scores!"

Upon hearing this, Wan Zhenshan's expression turned ugly, and he snorted coldly.

"Aren't you afraid of making a fool of yourself? You think you two can do anything to our four major sects?"

"That's incredibly arrogant! I haven't even asked your name yet, or what your position is in the Canglan Holy Land. I have some connections with your Enforcement Elder, Fang Yan!"

Wan Zhenshan spoke with considerable confidence, but in reality, he had already shown some sign of weakness.

He knew from the moment Hong Ling appeared that her aura was extremely powerful.

It may have already exceeded the scope of the Nascent Soul realm.

Furthermore, the talisman zither in her hand was incredibly mysterious, capable of suppressing the sacred treasures in their hands.

If the fighting continues, it will inevitably come at a great cost.

He actually used an elder from the Canglan Holy Land, whom he had met once hundreds of years ago, as a connection to curry favor.

Hongling responded coldly upon hearing this.

"What kind of elder's dialect is this? Do you know who I am?"

"I am Hong Ling, the Holy Maiden of the Canglan Sacred Land! Our sect's sacred treasure has been lost for over a thousand years, and today it will finally be returned to its rightful owner!"

"Enough with the nonsense! Are you going to hand this over yourselves, or should I order you all killed one by one and then retrieve our sacred treasure?"

Upon hearing this, the four looked at each other in bewilderment.

Everyone knows that if we don't fight to the death today, there will be no result.

Because this sacred treasure is the foundation of their sect, how could they easily hand it over to someone else?

Since we can't reach an agreement, let's put it into practice!

Lin Chaoye took a large step forward, his battle axe already drawn.

"Disciples of the four major sects, heed my command! Today, you must utterly slay these two vixens here! Restore peace and tranquility to the world!"

With a loud shout, his disciples responded from all directions.

At this moment, all the top disciples of the four major sects have gathered here.

The entire area was densely packed with cultivators, and the air was filled with cultivators controlling flying magical artifacts, all on high alert.

On the other side, Honglian also flipped over and flew to Hongling's side.

"Sister! I knew you would come to save me!"

Hongling rolled her eyes at him and said.

"I told you not to make a big deal out of it, but I didn't expect you to still not listen to me and end up like this."

Honglian also explained.

"But this also has its advantages! My scorching power has been completely absorbed by Li Ping'an, and I have now recovered to my peak strength!"

Hongling nodded.

"I sense it; this can be considered a blessing in disguise. Now, with your combined power, I believe we can finally retrieve our lost sacred treasure!"

"good!"

Honglian stared at the surging crowd of cultivators in the distance, her eyes filled with fervent fighting spirit.

"Today I'm going to have a good slaughter! I'll wipe out all these Taoist priests!"

On the other side, the disciples of the four major sects had already assembled.