Time Flies, Another Five Years! (Do You Still Love Me? Just This Once, Just This Once)

Longshou Peak.

Within a secluded, dim hall.

The figure of Longshou Peak's chief, Daoist Cang Song, slowly appeared in the great hall, his expression incomparably gloomy.

"The plan failed!"

"That useless Old Monster Duanmu actually died, along with those other three useless fools!"

There was no one else in the empty hall besides Cang Song, yet the entire hall was instantly shrouded in wisps of bloody fiendish mist.

"How could this be?"

"Old Monster Duanmu might not have been that strong, but surely he couldn't have failed to deal with a junior?"

A hoarse voice rang out from within the bloody fiendish mist, making one intensely uncomfortable.

"Hmph!"

"Forget ambushing a junior. That fool probably never even saw the man before he was killed!"

Cang Song's expression darkened as he snorted coldly.

"Today, Daoxuan brought back the corpses of Old Monster Duanmu and the others. They had been cut in half at the waist by a single sword strike."

The moment those words were spoken, even the person within the blood mist seemed shocked. Ripples spread through the mist.

"How is that possible!"

"Who could kill Old Monster Duanmu with a single sword strike? Did Daoxuan make a move?"

Within the Qingyun Sect, based on his estimation, only Qingyun Sect's leader Daoxuan seemed capable of such strength.

"No. He was killed by someone from your Demonic Cult."

"I inspected the scene as well. There were two surging demonic auras. One belonged to Old Monster Duanmu, while the other was unfamiliar. But it likely came from some terrifying blood-fiend demonic artifact. Its power was formidable."

Hearing Cang Song's words, the person in the blood mist seemed unable to believe it. "How could that be?!"

"Who was it?!"

They had sent Old Monster Duanmu to ambush and kill nothing more than a junior from Qingyun, yet they had never expected such an outcome.

Not only had Old Monster Duanmu died, he had died at the hands of one of their own Demonic Cult members.

Even he found it hard to believe.

Who was it?!

Upon hearing this, Daoist Cang Song's expression grew even angrier. He wanted to know who it was too.

The plan had originally been perfect. Old Monster Duanmu was supposed to kill Bai Ye, yet he had died instead.

"Who it was is no longer important."

"What matters is that the plan failed. We nearly exposed ourselves. Qingyun Sect will conduct a strict purge next, so leave quickly. If something goes wrong, it will be too late."

Cang Song said coldly.

Hearing this, the person within the bloody mist sounded somewhat helpless. "I never expected Old Monster Duanmu to die so inexplicably over such a trivial matter."

After a pause, that person smiled faintly. "But it doesn't matter. That junior is insignificant. As long as our true plan succeeds, everything will be accomplished."

"When that time comes, our Demonic Cult will be able to breach Qingyun Sect, and you will be able to avenge Wan Jianyi."

Hearing the words of the person in the blood mist, a trace of killing intent surfaced on Cang Song's face. "Daoxuan, I will definitely kill him."

"Then I'll be leaving."

"I won't be coming back for a long time. We'll still have to rely on you for information from within Qingyun Sect."

"Wait. Wait for the day our plan succeeds."

After those words fell, the blood mist in the great hall slowly dissipated, and the entire hall once again fell silent.

Qingyun Sect.

After the incident involving the Demonic Cult infiltrating the sect, a large-scale search and investigation was conducted throughout the sect.

The many disciples of Qingyun Sect strengthened their surveillance and searches within their respective territories.

They practically turned the entire Qingyun Sect upside down.

Yet in the end, they found no trace whatsoever of the Demonic Cult.

After searching for a full month without finding anything, Daoxuan had no choice but to issue an order to stop the search.

Although the search had stopped, defenses throughout Qingyun Sect had been strengthened considerably. Nearly every day, disciples patrolled the territories of the various branches to prevent Demonic Cult members from infiltrating Qingyun Sect again.

Quite a few Qingyun Sect disciples felt that the entire sect had become much more solemn.

But after a long while, the many disciples within the sect grew accustomed to it.

As for Bai Ye, he was completely unaffected.

After all, he had no fondness for going out. Every day, he still drank and enjoyed himself on Dazhu Peak, teasing the dog and taking the monkey for walks from time to time. His days were exceedingly carefree.

In truth, Bai Ye was rather surprised.

Tian Buyi had not reported the matter of him possessing the Demonic Sword to Dao Xuan, and no one had come looking for him to demand that Ancient Demon Sword.

Since there was no troublesome matter to deal with, Bai Ye remained free and at ease.

After all, once Dao Xuan learned of the Ancient Demon Sword, he would absolutely be unable to keep it. Even his strength would be exposed, which would disrupt his carefree, unambitious lifestyle.

His current life was pretty good!

And so.

Time flew by.

Every day, aside from his daily sign-in, Bai Ye drank wine, played with Big Yellow and Little Gray, and occasionally visited Song Daren and the others to offer them some guidance.

This had been Senior Brother and the others' request. After all, among the brothers of Dazhu Peak, Bai Ye was now the strongest. Even Senior Brother Song Daren was far inferior to him.

Though this took up a little more of Bai Ye's time, it did not matter much.

Under some of Bai Ye's guidance and through Song Daren and the other senior brothers' hard work, their strength increased remarkably quickly, making them even more grateful to Bai Ye.

Since the matter involving Old Monster Duanmu, there had not been the slightest trace of anyone from the Demonic Cult within Qingyun Sect. Bai Ye had considered this inwardly.

Clearly, it was Cang Song's doing.

That fellow held great authority and controlled Longshou Peak. Wouldn't it be easy for him to send a few Demonic Cult members away?

Bai Ye did not think too much about it.

Everything could wait until his strength had increased.

The rewards Bai Ye received from signing in became more and more numerous and varied: alchemy, water-controlling arts, fire-controlling arts, artifact-refining techniques, and so on.

Bai Ye was not afraid of learning too many different things. Whenever he had nothing to do, he would try them all.

After obtaining the Divine Art of Shadow Clone, Bai Ye rarely cultivated diligently himself. In any case, he could reap immense rewards without putting in much effort.

Artifact refining, alchemy, and cultivating all kinds of Divine Arts were all aided by the Shadow Clone Divine Ability, so he mastered these skills and abilities at an exceptionally rapid pace.

Bai Ye became highly proficient in all these miscellaneous techniques and spells, even surpassing some veterans who had immersed themselves in such fields for years.

Time passed like a white colt racing past a crack.

Such days slowly went by...

In the blink of an eye, five years had passed.