Spirit Stone Mining, Second True Disciple

"Hey you over there, stop dawdling and dig harder! Dig as much as you can before the secret realm closes!"

"Yes, Senior Brother."

The man in the cyan and white Daoist robe nodded and returned to the center of the mine:

"Senior Brother Lu, the disciples are already mining with all their might."

The latter was dressed in white, holding a paper fan in his hand, and a sword hanging from his waist. He looked more like a wandering knight in the martial world than a Daoist cultivating immortality.

His cultivation was at the peak of the ninth level of Qi Refining, giving people a great sense of pressure.

"Good job. At the same time, remind the junior brothers to be careful when mining, and don't let the mine collapse and bury them inside."

"Yes, Senior Brother. But if we over-mine the Spirit Stone mine like this, will this Qingchuan Secret Realm really be ruined?"

The inner disciple who asked the question was at the ninth level of Qi Refining, and was also considering Foundation Establishment.

He was quite concerned about the spiritual herbs in the secret realm, and originally planned to find the various spiritual herbs needed to refine the Foundation Establishment Pill during this trip to the secret realm. Unexpectedly, he was given a secret mission by the sect, and followed this Second True Disciple to mine the Spirit Stone mine.

If this secret realm is really ruined, where will he find his Foundation Establishment Pill in the future?

Lu Yibin nodded: "That's right, the Qingchuan Secret Realm will be completely abandoned in the future."

A clear look of regret appeared on the latter's face.

"But you don't need to worry, the sect has already prepared a response plan. When the time comes, there will be no shortage of Foundation Establishment Pills, and there may even be a few more than there are now.

As long as you complete the mission assigned by the sect, the contribution points you earn will be enough for you to exchange for one to use for Foundation Establishment."

Although the disciple in front of him was a little suspicious, he still showed joy:

"Junior Brother understands."

Lu Yibin unfolded the folding fan in his hand:

"You continue to supervise the work. Other cultivators are coming from outside, I'll go deal with them."

After saying that, he walked straight out of the mine, leaving behind afterimages in place, but without making any sound, as if he was floating like a ghost.

Leaving the disciple behind him wiping a cold sweat, facing this Second True Disciple, the pressure was really too great.

He didn't know how the hall masters suppressed his Foundation Establishment cultivation at the peak of Qi Refining, it was really strange.

But it's also good, with Senior Brother Lu escorting them, this trip to the secret realm will be much safer.

Then he stepped into the mine where Spirit Stones were being mined again, and shouted loudly:

"Be careful, don't bury yourselves. It's okay if you hurt yourselves, but don't hurt your fellow disciples."

Lu Yibin walked out of the mine and saw five streaks of light coming towards this direction.

The three streaks of light behind were Wei Zhong's "acquaintances", the three rogue cultivators who were following the Azurewood Sect disciples.

The two in front were inner disciples of the Azurewood Sect, one of whom was the leader of the group of Qi Refining disciples that Wei Zhong met when he first entered the secret realm, but he didn't know why there was only one person here now.

The other person was also wearing a cyan and white Daoist robe, and faintly exuded the aura of the ninth level of Qi Refining.

The two of them had pale faces, and their tattered Daoist robes were stained with spots of blood.

Seeing the figure of True Disciple Senior Brother Lu Yibin, joy appeared on their faces.

"Senior Brother, save us!"

Before even arriving, the two had already cried out.

Lu Yibin waved the paper fan in his right hand, and eight sword lights shot out instantly, drawing eight arcs as they flew towards the three rogue cultivators.

Seeing the sword light, the rogue cultivators were not slow to react. Old Man Wu summoned a dark black shield, and as he injected mana into it, the shield grew larger and larger, eventually becoming the size of a house, intercepting all eight sword lights.

Lu Yibin coldly snorted, "An ant trying to stop a chariot!"

In an instant, three of the eight sword lights had penetrated the spirit shield's defense and continued to attack, while the other five were intercepted, piercing into the shield.

A trace of panic flashed in the old man's eyes. It was too late to summon other defensive magic tools.

Fortunately, his teammates were reliable. Seeing that his comrade's black shield defense was broken, although they were stunned for a moment, they quickly used their own methods, crushing a talisman. An illusory golden bell appeared instantly, covering the three of them.

The sword light struck it, causing a violent spiritual energy explosion. Cracks appeared on the surface of the golden bell, but fortunately, it held on in the end.

The eight small swords were recalled by Lu Yibin, hovering beside him.

The two inner disciples also landed, hiding behind Lu Yibin.

"Senior Brother, we discovered a Thousand Knot Flower Patch. When we tried to pick them, we were ambushed by these three. A full five fellow disciples died in this attack. Senior Brother, you must avenge them!"

Having just escaped danger, the two inner disciples said in pained voices.

Lu Yibin frowned and asked indifferently:

"Where are the Thousand Knot Flowers?"

"Half of them are here, and the other half are in the hands of those three."

The Qi Refining ninth layer disciple quickly took out a section of vine from his storage bag, on which there were more than a dozen Thousand Knot Flowers.

There were five that were over two hundred years old, and one even exceeded three hundred years, which could be used to refine higher-level pills.

Seeing this, even the indifferent Lu Yibin showed a hint of joy, praising:

"Well done."

He turned to look at the three rogue cultivators:

"Killing disciples of my Azurewood Sect is a crime deserving ten thousand deaths!"

Old Man Wu was holding his first-order high-grade spirit shield in his hand, feeling the pain, when a flash of inspiration suddenly struck his mind.

He cried out in horror:

"White-robed paper fan, eight swords with a wave of your sleeve, are you Lu Yibin, the Azurewood Sect's Second True Disciple?

Impossible, how can a Foundation Establishment cultivator enter this secret realm?"

However, when he saw Lu Yibin's faint, special aura of the peak of the Qi Refining ninth layer, he immediately understood something.

His face turned ashen.

He turned and fled directly, ignoring his two teammates.

The latter two were terrified when they heard these words.

Their strength was inferior to that of ordinary disciples of the same rank in the sect, and they had to resort to sneak attacks to snatch spiritual herbs.

How could they be a match for a True Disciple who had suppressed their cultivation?

Each used their own methods to escape in all directions.

"Hmph! Want to escape? Not so easy."

Lu Yibin's figure flashed, and he disappeared from the spot.

"Escape, escape, escape! I must escape. The Azurewood Sect must have a huge plot to send a True Disciple who has suppressed their cultivation here.

Now that I've run into this person, he won't let me go. As long as I escape from here, I'll find a place where no one can find me and wait for the secret realm to close before leaving.

When the time comes, as long as I embellish the secret I know and tell it, I can definitely involve other rogue cultivators, making it impossible for the Azurewood Sect to attack me."

Old Man Wu thought to himself. At the same time, he secretly regretted why he had been greedy for half of the Thousand Knot Flowers, otherwise this kind of thing would never have happened.

After thinking for only a few moments, he heard several screams coming from nearby. The old man understood that his colleagues had already been killed.

That True Disciple Lu Yibin was rushing towards him.

"Running quite fast!"

A ghostly, low voice sounded in his ear. The old man turned his head and saw Lu Yibin's pale face.

The two were running side by side at almost the same speed.

The old man was almost scared out of his wits.

"When..."

Before he could finish speaking, a small sword had pierced through his abdomen from behind.