Qin Fengming did not exchange any pleasantries with the others and spoke directly in a commanding tone.
Upon hearing this, bewilderment and confusion flashed across everyone's faces. In their memories, the underground palace was merely a hazy concept; it had no specific location.
That hazy image had been left in their memories by Qin Fengming just moments ago.
Although they did not know where the underground palace was, various treasures had appeared in their minds. After checking one after another, every person's expression revealed shock.
The items that had appeared in their storage bracelets were all exceedingly precious.
"Fellow Daoists, the things that have appeared on you are what we obtained from this treasure hunt. There is one more item, but I must refine it before I can give it to you. I am going to find a secure place to enter seclusion.
"If you wish to learn where the underground palace is, you may ask the other Daoists. However, let me warn you: you may go and look at the location, but you absolutely must not enter the underground again to search. If you refuse to listen, you will bear the consequences of life or death yourselves. Very well, Daoist Wu, please arrange a quiet place for me."
Qin Fengming paid no attention to how the others digested his words. Instead, he directly instructed Wu Zhong, whose face was equally blank with bewilderment.
Although his mind was in utter chaos, one thing was very clear to Wu Zhong: the young cultivator before him was an indescribably great benefactor to the Wu family.
Daring not to be the slightest bit negligent, Wu Zhong led Qin Fengming toward a place behind the ancestral residence.
Qin Fengming had five stalks of Plum Fragrance Bamboo that were already more than one hundred thousand