“So Young Daoist Meng is trapped in the illusion and refuses to wake up?” The old man chuckled.

“…Yes.” Yun Qingyan threw back another bamboo slip, “The man obviously didn’t say or do anything, but Meng Qi is so obedient.”

“Yes.” Meng Qi replied in a low voice. She looked at the closed door with some reluctance before turning around and going to the bamboo house next to Yun Qingyan’s. All the furniture in this house was made of large green bamboos. Although simple, they gave her a warm feeling.

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“Sen-…Sovereign Qingyan.” Meng Qi almost blurted out ‘senior,’ but she suddenly remembered that the man disliked being called so and quickly changed the address in time.

Meng Qi didn’t expect to see Yun Qingyan again so soon. She raised her head slightly and stared without blinking at the white-robed man in front of her. His face was still flawlessly handsome. A small ebony headdress tied up his hair. There was a faint smile in his eyes, which made his expression much gentler than usual.

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“Remember my words.” Ji Wujiong raised his finger to Meng Qi and said coldly.

Meng Qi nodded again. Yun Qingyan’s voice, who was silent for a moment, suddenly rang again: “If you find a chance, try to silence him fore—”

Meng Qi silently watched Ji Wujiong’s drastic change of attitude. Although she was very curious, she knew that this matter probably involved Ji Wujiong’s family affair, so she didn’t ask a word. Meng Qi turned her head to look at the eight trigram compass that had slowly turned back to its initial position. Except for the character ‘Qian’ that had turned dim, the rest of the characters were still shining in dark green color. Since there was a radical ‘seven’ among the characters that compound the character ‘Qi’ in her name, Meng Qi simply pressed the character ‘Gen,’ the seventh in eight trigram lines.

——She had never seen a spiritual sea shattered so badly.

Meng Qi frowned slightly as countless thoughts flashed in her mind. When the spiritual sea was damaged, no aura could exist in the body. Regardless of human, demon, or devil, all cultivators in this world couldn’t escape this natural rule. Ji Wujiong’s spiritual sea should have been heavily damaged, so much that Cangmingsan Pill’s fierce side effect was nothing in comparison. No wonder she felt that the aura around him was very strange; sometimes strong and sometimes very weak.

When Meng Qi woke up, the sky was already bright. Strands of black threads hang down in the air, sheltering her from the sun. Meng Qi looked up and saw Ji Wujiong’s black saber floating in front of her eyes. Under the bright sunlight, the saber looked old and dull, no longer so mysterious. Meng Qi’s eyes silently fixed on the weird patterns on the saber’s handle for a while before she slowly returned to her senses. Yesterday, they killed Tengshe sect leader and his men, successfully saving Fengyu Town from the danger of total destruction. They also saved the lives of the ordinary people living in Fengyu Town…

So, did it mean they had completed the mission? Meng Qi sat up, wondering.

At the same time in Three Thousand Worlds, disciples of various sword sects and spell sects returned after attending a once-in-ten-year medical cultivation holy land trial. Among large-scale sect trials, the medical cultivation trial was said to be the simplest and easiest, but many disciples came back downcasted, unable to believe that they had failed. After all, even though dying in the mission didn’t mean death in reality, but their cultivation base would fall one small realm.

“Uh…” A Fengyu Town cultivator said in a low voice: “We are leaving.”

Meng Qi raised her head and looked at the dozen or so cultivators who were still alive. She smiled at them, showing two small dimples on her cheeks. Meng Qi knew that these cultivators were the same as Fengyu Town’s mayor and residents. They were just illusions created by the ancient powerhouse to test the younger generations who entered Grand Tournament barrier, but she still bowed her head to them and said politely: “Thank you for your help today.”

Meng Qi curled her lips and opened her mouth again: “However, I am pursuing the path of medical cultivation, and my goal is to become a ninth-rank medical cultivator. I am not interested in your sect at all!”

Ji Wujiong laughed and turned at Tengshe Sect leader. A narrow black saber in his hand and the amethyst eight trigram compass floated leisurely beside him, its purple light flashed intermittently as if showing its happiness.