"As long as we can find the sect's supreme treasure, life will be much easier for us from now on."
"Master, what if the sect's supreme treasure has already been lost, or found by the Outer Realm Heavenly Demons?"
The moment Xue Ming finished speaking, the woman immediately followed up.
"Lost? Impossible. According to the inheritance records, the sect's supreme treasure is buried a thousand meters beneath the sect ruins, with three formations protecting it. Ordinary people simply won't be able to discover it."
"You must know, the patriarch of our Dao Advent Sect was a fourth-grade formation master. The formations he set down will not decay even after ten thousand years."
As he said this, Xue Ming's face filled with pride. A fifth-grade formation master would already be considered a figure of some standing even in the Central Continent.
Unfortunately, the patriarch had been brutally killed by the Outer Realm Heavenly Demons five hundred years ago.
"I see."
Hearing this, the two women nodded, seeming to understand but not quite.
"Ah, let's go. We're almost at the sect ruins."
Xue Ming looked at his two female disciples and sighed. He had taken in these five disciples forty years ago.
These five disciples had followed him, hiding and fleeing from place to place, for forty years. Yet after forty years, their cultivation had only reached the Foundation Establishment Realm. Their talent was poor, but there was nothing to be done about it.
Forty years—if not for the bit of attachment he had developed, he would have abandoned these two female disciples long ago.
When their master encountered danger, they turned tail and ran. What kind of people would such people become in the future? Anyone with half a brain could figure it out.
For now, he could only pinch his