The Might of Sword Qi

When Li Xiao returned to the Three Origins Sect's encampment, the disciples he met along the way stopped and stepped aside, cupping their fists in greeting.

"Hello, Senior Brother Li!" "Senior Brother Li is back!"

"Senior Brother Li, I'm a disciple of Iron Wire Peak! I've admired you for ages!"

"Senior Brother Li, the Candidate Saint Son Battle won't be able to stop you!"

"That's right! Let me congratulate you in advance on becoming a Candidate Saint Son!"

Greetings rose one after another, filled with heartfelt respect and warmth.

Li Xiao's reputation and strength were plain for all to see. His masterful Alchemy Technique had also helped him refine Pills for the disciples at the encampment many times, and plenty of them owed him a favor.

More importantly, those Pills had contained some of Zhi's flesh and blood, subtly deepening the disciples' fondness for Li Xiao.

In their eyes, the position of Flying Cloud Peak's Candidate Saint Son had long belonged to Li Xiao and no one else.

Li Xiao returned each greeting, crossed the encampment, and went back to his small courtyard.

He went inside and quickly packed, sorting the contents of his Storage Bag before putting a few changes of clothes and the Pills he needed into the bundle he would carry.

He planned to part ways with the main group, visit the Mine Secret Realm first, and then return to the Three Origins Sect.

Once he was packed, he left the courtyard and went straight to Elder Shi.

Elder Shi was drinking tea in his courtyard. When he saw Li Xiao arrive, he spoke with satisfaction.

"Shouldn't you be resting up and preparing to return to the sect? What brings you to this old man?"

"Master, I still have some matters to take care of. I won't