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After a stick of incense had burned down, a living Qi Xiao appeared once again at the edge of the cliff. He was alive again!
This secret realm still held many unknowns, but he couldn't even step onto the first floating stone, leaving him in the dark about what lay ahead. Did he really have to wait by this cliff for an entire month, just idly?
Qi Xiao pressed his lips together tightly, feeling a surge of impatience. No, he absolutely could not give up! Even if he had to be burned alive by the magma, he needed to see what else was on the other side.
Once more, Qi Xiao stepped onto that floating stone, using all his strength to resist. This time, he unexpectedly found that the pressure had lessened significantly. No, it wasn't that the pressure had decreased; it was that his spirit had grown stronger!
It turned out that in battling against this pressure, his spirit had unknowingly strengthened. Especially now that he was full of energy, the difference in his spirit's strength compared to when he first stepped onto the floating stone was particularly evident.
A surge of joy filled Qi Xiao's heart. This was simply a trial tailor-made for him. With this thought in mind, he no longer felt any resistance and focused entirely on the task at hand.
After ten hours, Qi Xiao had died countless times but finally managed to stabilize the first floating stone in its original position. Suddenly, the limit ahead loosened unexpectedly, and Qi Xiao realized he could move forward.
He stepped onto the second floating stone, and another wave of pressure bore down on his shoulders. Combined with the previous pressure, he was now enduring almost double what he had faced on the first stone.
Grinding his teeth, Qi Xiao fought against it with all his might. After countless deaths and an uncountable number of days and nights, he finally stepped onto the third floating stone. Outside, only a short while had passed—just enough time for a cup of tea.
Elder Qi sat leisurely in a bamboo chair, slowly turning a page of his book.
In a misty valley surrounded by clouds, birds chirped and fragrant flowers bloomed abundantly, resembling a fairyland. Upon seeing the flying vessel adorned with the emblem of the Xiaoyao Sect, the guarding disciples immediately stepped forward and bowed respectfully.
Fan Wuyou nodded slightly in acknowledgment, accepting their greeting.
"How is the Valley doing?"
The several gatekeeping disciples exchanged glances, unsure of how to respond.
After a moment of hesitation, one of the slightly older disciples replied in a low voice, "As for the situation in the Valley, we ordinary disciples truly find it hard to know. However, the appearances of the Valley Master have become increasingly rare."
There were even rumors circulating in Miaochun Valley that Master Ye had been ill for a long time and that discussions about succession might soon take place.
At these words, Fan Wuyou's heart skipped a beat.
It seemed that Master Ye's condition was worsening, and it was happening at such a critical time. This thought cast a shadow over Fan Wuyou's mind.
He instructed the gatekeeping disciple to report, and soon after, a young girl in blue came running out to lead the way.
"Young Master Fan, please follow me," she said.
Shu Qingyao walked briskly, and within a quarter of an hour, she had brought Fan Wuyou into the inner hall.
The hall was shrouded in swirling mist, filled with a peculiar medicinal fragrance. A woman with a pale complexion sat on a mat; upon seeing him arrive, she forced a smile.
"Young Master Fan, it's been a long time. I hope you’ve been well."
Seeing her like this made Fan Wuyou's heart race with concern, and he couldn't help but sigh softly.
"Your condition seems to have worsened significantly."
The last time he visited Miaochun Valley, although Master Ye appeared unwell, she was still able to move about freely. Now, however, she sat on the mat looking frail and lacking spirit.
In just this past month, Master Ye had visibly lost weight; even her usually fitted clothes hung loosely on her frame.
She managed a bitter smile. "I'm afraid I can't escape this calamity."
Though she had been buying large quantities of Clear Light Grass from the market—this herb could only alleviate symptoms but not cure her illness—she knew it could not save her body from its gradual decline.
In recent days, she had contemplated much and had already resigned herself to her fate. If she were to face death, it would be better to arrange everything properly during her final days. However, her disciples were too young and inexperienced; they likely could not bear the responsibilities of the Valley.
She pressed her lips together and spoke solemnly, "If I truly do pass away, I hope Young Master Fan can lend them a hand in my Valley's time of crisis for the sake of our two sects' relationship."
Fan Wuyou couldn't help but exclaim in frustration. "How has it come to this? Is there really no chance for recovery?"
Master Ye smiled bitterly. "If there were truly hope, why would I be so desperate? But if things do progress that far, I must insist..."
Before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly clutched her chest and began coughing violently, causing Fan Wuyou's heart to ache with sorrow.
He sighed, "Rest assured, if there ever comes a day when Miaochun Valley is truly in danger, the Xiaoyao Sect will not stand idly by."
Ye Xiang wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with a silk handkerchief, forcing a smile, feeling somewhat reassured.
"I have read your previous letter, and it is indeed suspicious; however, it is not without clues." She gestured for Shu Qingyao to come in from outside.
Shu Qingyao bowed to the two of them and began to speak. "It turns out that during this past month, disciples of Miaochun Valley have encountered similar situations near the valley."
"Have you heard of the name Baohua Sanren?" she asked.
Fan Wuyou frowned slightly. "Isn't that the elder who was expelled from the Beast Sect for practicing evil techniques?"
Shu Qingyao nodded in agreement. "Yes, that's correct. Recently, this person has been acting increasingly bizarrely. According to reports from our scouts at Miaochun Valley, he has not only been near our valley but has also visited Baisha City within the territory of Xiaoyao Sect. We suspect that these incidents are connected to him!"
Since Fan Wuyou had heard of him, he should know that he was expelled from the Beast Sect precisely because he practiced a technique that could control beasts. But what exactly constitutes an evil technique? Isn’t it the case that Beast Tamers train beasts specifically to control them?
"Our Master and the elders suspect that the Beast Sect must be hiding something! This Baohua Sanren may not only possess sinister means of controlling beasts; his background is likely quite formidable and may even be related to the Demon Clan."
Upon hearing this, although Fan Wuyou had anticipated it, he couldn't help but feel a jolt.
Ye Xiang nodded. "I believe our immediate priority is for the four major sects to join forces to hunt down Baohua Sanren and put an end to his misdeeds. As for the Beast Sect, we should pay them a visit as well."
Seeing Fan Wuyou agree, she used a communication jade talisman to summon two water mirrors.
After a stick of incense had burned down, the two sect leaders from Qianyuan Sect and Tianyan Academy appeared in their respective mirrors.
After listening to Ye Xiang's words, the other two leaders expressed no objections.
The leader of Tianyan Academy nodded. "The sooner we capture this villain, the sooner we can rest easy and avoid delaying the Immortal Gate Grand Competition."
The leader of Qianyuan Sect also nodded. "Indeed, we should take action against the Beast Sect. However, if only one person goes, they will surely tell us what we want to hear. Which leader is willing to accompany me?"
Fan Wuyou was just about to express his willingness when Tianyan Academy spoke up first. "The Beast Sect is closer to my Tianyan Academy; I will take on this task along with you."
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