Chapter 44

"Have you really dared to say such things? If I hadn't discovered that rat demon wreaking havoc at the border between our two sects and chased it all the way here, who knows what kind of trouble it would have caused for the cultivation world of Great Xuan Kingdom. Now, not only have you not thanked me, but you're even preparing to cause me trouble. Do you really think you can rely on your seniority, or are you planning to challenge me before the Immortal Platform Conference?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Tianmei's eyebrows immediately shot up, and a trace of killing intent appeared on her face.

"Immortal Lady, please don't be angry. My old bones can't take much. However, with your accomplished flying sword technique, it's a bit too much to say that you couldn't handle a mere rat demon, allowing it to run all the way to the entrance of our Savage Ghost Sect's mountain."

The gray-robed old man seemed startled and waved his hands, but then his expression turned serious.

"What? A rat demon at the peak of the Condensation Liquid stage? Immortal Lady, you must be joking. Rat demons are the lowest-grade demons; how could they possibly reach such a realm?"

The gray-robed old man was shocked upon hearing this.

"Do you think I'm lying? Hmph, well, take a look at this!"

Ye Tianmei huffed and flipped her hand, revealing a yellow, misty bowl in her palm.

She lightly tapped the bottom of the bowl, and a black crystal fragment the size of a soybean jumped out. She then flicked it with her finger.

*Whoosh!*

The crystal fragment immediately shot toward the gray-robed old man as a black beam, not much slower than a powerful bow.

The old man narrowed his eyes, but his body didn't move. Suddenly, a green-scaled ghost claw appeared in front of him, grabbing the crystal fragment tightly.

"It seems that Daoist Yan hasn't been idle these past years. Your Green-Haired Iron Corpse is probably about to evolve into a Silver Corpse, right?"

Ye Tianmei's pupils constricted slightly as she asked coldly.

"Hehe, Immortal Lady, you're joking. To evolve an Iron Corpse into a Silver Corpse requires a tremendous amount of resources. How could I have such great abilities?"

The gray-robed old man chuckled, then unhurriedly took the black crystal fragment from the ghost hand and examined it carefully.

Ye Tianmei smiled coldly but didn't ask any more.

After a moment, the gray-robed old man's expression changed. He sniffed the crystal fragment, and his face became even more serious.

"Indeed, it's a demon at the peak of the Condensation Liquid stage. From the aura of its true essence fragment, it's definitely a rat demon. This is quite strange. Could this rat demon be a mutated and advanced demon?"

"I thought the same. But to be safe, I plan to take this to my senior sister for a look."

"That's fine. With Senior Sister Cold Moon's experience, she will surely provide a better explanation."

The gray-robed old man's expression changed when he heard "Cold Moon," but he quickly coughed and returned to normal.

"Since Daoist Yan sees no problem, I assume you won't blame me for what happened at the entrance of your sect's mountain. In that case, I'll take my leave. The next time we meet will be at the Immortal Platform Conference."

Ye Tianmei replied indifferently. A silver light enveloped her body, and she transformed into a light ball, shooting into the sky and disappearing in the distance.

The gray-robed old man didn't stop her. Instead, his brows furrowed as the palace-clad woman left.

At that moment, a ripple appeared below the mountain, and another person riding a black cloud flew up.

"Master! Could this be the only one from the Heavenly Moon Sect who has mastered the flying sword technique, Senior Ye?"

The person flew to the gray-robed old man and asked respectfully.

Looking at his chubby face, it was clearly the "Senior Uncle Ruan" who should have been guarding the scripture hall.

"Yes, that's her. This girl has made even greater progress in sword cultivation in just a few years. Even her senior sister, Senior Sister Cold Moon, might not be her match."

The gray-robed old man sighed.

"But, Master, your Green-Haired Iron Corpse is also about to evolve. Once it becomes a Flying Silver Corpse, even if her flying sword is powerful, we won't have to fear her."

Senior Uncle Ruan smiled.

"Although my Iron Corpse is just one step away, as I said, it's not that easy to evolve. It will cost me a lot of effort."

The gray-robed old man shook his head.

"With Master's strength, evolving the Iron Corpse is just a matter of time, not a problem."

Senior Uncle Ruan said.

"I hope so. By the way, I heard that another disciple who practiced your Nether Bone Technique exploded while trying to advance to the Spirit Master stage. Are you still not giving up on this technique?"

The gray-robed old man nodded and then his face turned serious.

"Was it your senior brother who told you?"

Senior Uncle Ruan's face changed slightly.

"Hmph, do you need your senior brother to tell you? Once a disciple with three spirit meridians reaches the late Spirit Disciple stage and fails to advance to the Spirit Master stage, it can only be because they practiced the Nether Bone Technique you secretly taught them. I've already told you about this. Although the Nether Bone Technique is a relic of our ancestor and has a significant background, he only obtained half of it and spent great effort to translate the first three levels, which can only help someone reach the late Spirit Disciple stage. Even though you have studied the Azure Nether Script, how can you compare to our ancestor? The fourth level you translated must be incorrect in some aspects. Otherwise, why would none of the disciples who practiced the Nether Bone Technique succeed in advancing to the Spirit Master stage? If this gets out, do you know how much damage it will do to our sect's reputation?"

The gray-robed old man said, a cold expression on his face.

"Master, I really can't give up. I've spent so much effort translating the fourth level of the Nether Bone Technique, even neglecting my own cultivation and locking myself in the scripture hall for so many years. If a disciple can successfully cultivate the fourth level and advance to the Spirit Master stage, the three-meridian disciples of our sect will be very useful, and many Spirit Masters will be born, greatly increasing our sect's strength."

Senior Uncle Ruan was startled but quickly explained.

"I've heard these words countless times. If not, I wouldn't have tolerated it this long. But this is already the seventh disciple who has exploded. Although we can find excuses, only the three of us know the real reason. It will likely attract the attention of some people. Otherwise, your senior brother wouldn't have specifically told me. Enough, no more talk. The matter of the Nether Bone Technique is over. You are not allowed to teach it to any more disciples in the sect. Otherwise, don't blame me for not considering our master-disciple relationship."

The gray-robed old man's voice turned stern.

"Yes, Master. I will not teach the technique to any more disciples in the sect. But there are still two disciples currently practicing it. What should be done with them?"

Senior Uncle Ruan was trembling and bowed in fear.

"You understand the gravity of the situation. As for those two, let them fend for themselves. Now, go back to the scripture hall. I will return to the forbidden area to meditate. Don't tell anyone I was here."

The gray-robed old man's expression softened, and he gave a few more instructions.

"Yes, Master. I will take my leave."

Senior Uncle Ruan stood up, bowed again, and then flew back to the Savage Ghost Sect.

The gray-robed old man remained in place, thinking for a while, then let out a cold laugh and transformed into a grayish-white mist, flying away.

...

Liu Ming frowned as he looked at a black wooden box in his hands.

Inside the box was a small amount of unrecognizable bloody flesh, mostly mixed with soil. The largest piece was just a small piece of gray skin with a dozen straight green hairs, about the size of a thumb.

These were all the remains of the giant rat he had collected from the dense forest after spending a considerable amount of time.

This showed how powerful the silver flying sword the palace-clad woman had used was!

Liu Ming's mind flashed with the cold, beautiful face of the woman. He shook his head, put away the wooden box, and was about to use the levitation technique to fly away.

But at that moment, there was a light sound from the ground beneath his feet. Then, a slight chill ran through the soles of his feet, as if something thin had suddenly entered his body.

Liu Ming was naturally startled. He quickly made a hand seal and focused his mind, searching his body internally.

Legs, dantian, torso, arms, head...

He searched quickly, but found no abnormalities in his body.

Liu Ming was sweating. He suddenly took off his shoe and saw that the sole was intact. He checked the nearby soil and found nothing wrong.

Was it just his imagination?

Liu Ming's expression was uncertain. He looked around and felt a strange, eerie aura from the surrounding grass and trees, making his back feel cold.

He stomped his foot and finally took off, flying toward the entrance of the Savage Ghost Sect after confirming the direction.

He flew for over an hour before finally returning to the place where Stone Mountain had been.

As he approached the pile of rubble that was once the mountain, four gray clouds suddenly rose from the nearby forest, and on them stood Mu Xianyun, Senior Sister Wu, and two others.

"Junior Brother Bai, you're finally back."

"Are you okay? What happened? Were you taken away by the senior who appeared earlier?"

...

Mu Xianyun and the others were overjoyed to see Liu Ming and immediately asked him questions.

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