Jiang Zhaoxia and Xu Ning accepted the order and left. Each of them selected ten disciples, then quietly descended the mountain the next day.
By now, disciples had Cave Mansions on every peak throughout the Tai Kun Mountain Range, and the patrols had expanded their rounds to cover the entire range. Thanks to the art of flying on swords, this was no difficult task.
The Qingxiao Sect's disciples still had no idea that their sect was facing a threat.
The disciples' lives were simple: they contributed to the sect, worked hard at cultivation, and pursued higher cultivation and status. The troubles of secular life had long since left them.
To them, becoming a disciple of the Qingxiao Sect meant they would never have to worry about life again. From then on, they pursued longevity and immortality; their minds had already risen above the secular world.
Withered yellow autumn leaves blanketed a courtyard on Qingxiao Mountain. Bai Yutian, who had come from Fengxia Mountain, held a book in his hands, his expression intent.
At seventeen, he was handsome, with the air of a scholar about him. Thanks to his Innate Spiritual Root, he had already reached the Nourishing Yuan Realm Fourth Layer, though he had yet to reveal his reputation as a genius.
He usually preferred to cultivate alone and study all kinds of Spells.
A black hand with a few red hairs suddenly leapt onto the table. It looked like a large spider, scuttling back and forth across the tabletop.
"Quit fooling around."
Bai Yutian frowned and used his arm to push the black hand away.
"I have a bad feeling," the black hand suddenly said, its voice full of caution.
Bai Yutian glanced at it. "What kind of bad feeling? Aren't you afraid of nothing?"
"Demonic aura is closing