At this moment, deep in Xuanyang Gate, among the clouds and mist, in a fairy cave, a noble and cold middle-aged female cultivator closed her eyes slightly, enjoying the rubbing of a girl behind her back. If Yang Ming was here, he would definitely be able to recognize at a glance that the girl was really Ye Zhiyun. As for the middle-aged female cultivator, she was Ye Zhiyun's master, a female elder of Jindan named Song Xiaoyue, and the current head of Yun Qingfeng, Xuanyang Gate.

"You have recruited an outer disciple named Yang Ming?"

Ye Zhiyun rubbed her back carefully while talking about her trip to Lingwu City. However, as soon as she mentioned Yang Ming, her mentor suddenly opened her eyes.

"Yes. Yang Ming is still very good. Although his cultivation is low, he has a talent for combat and his swordsmanship is very exquisite. He even realized the true meaning of the Thirteenth Stage of Qingfeng Sword. What's more, he is also very good..." Ye Zhiyun did not notice the abnormality, and smiled on his pretty face and continued to tell.

"shut up!"

Elder Song Xiaoyue suddenly shouted coldly.

"Ah? Master, did you say something wrong with your disciple? Or did you feel hurtful of you, your disciple is wrong with you..." Ye Zhiyun was shocked, and she was in a hurry and said with tears in her eyes.

She has been in the school for three years, but she has been held in her hands by Song Xiaoyue from the beginning, and she is even more kissed than her biological daughter. Song Xiaoyue never beats her, and even speaks with a gentle tone. Now is the first time that Song Xiaoyue is so strict with her.

"It's okay, I suddenly remembered some old past events, and I suddenly felt a little bad. It has nothing to do with you. You should step back, I want to be alone and calm down." Song Xiaoyue instantly returned to calmness, sighed slightly, and waved her hand without looking back.

"yes."

Ye Zhiyun was a little better and hurriedly left the cave, but there were many doubts left in her heart. However, Song Xiaoyue's attitude just now really scared her, so she didn't dare to ask more questions.

"Yang Ming, you are not dead and you have returned to my Xuanyang Sect. It's so lingering. For Zhiyun's future, it seems that I have to think of other ways." After Ye Zhiyun left, Song Xiaoyue couldn't help but tighten her hands and muttered to herself.

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"What? My grandson Bai Yunfei was killed on the spot by a boy named Yang Ming? And Yang Ming also joined our Xuanyang Sect? Okay, since you came to Xuanyang Sect. If you dare to kill my grandson, it will fall into my hands now. I must let him suffer all the torture. Life is worse than death!"

At the same time, in another cave, a middle-aged male cultivator wearing a red robe and long hair draped over her shoulders said with a cold look.

The middle-aged male cultivator named Bai Jianqiu is a foundation-building cultivator of Xuanyang Sect. He is also the father of the head of the Bai family in Lingwu City, and Bai Yunfei is his grandson.

However, because the foundation-building monk has a long life span, comparable to a turtle and snake, although Bai Jianqiu is over 70 years old, he is only middle-aged in appearance.

Bai Jianqiu was sitting high at this time, and there was a young man kneeling below. He was the general sent by the Bai family in Lingwu City to report the news. The young man had a strong cultivation level and had reached the ninth level of Tongxuan. Only then could he cross mountains and ridges and reach Xuanyang Gate safely. However, at this moment, the young man was trembling all over, his face was pure white, and he was sweating profusely. Under the powerful pressure emitted by Bai Jianqiu, he was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, without any resistance.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you. Because I still want to keep you sending a letter back to Lingwu City. But if you dare to reveal any of the matter today, I will tear you into pieces and then destroy your nine clans. As long as you are loyal to my Bai family, I will reward you heavily, allowing you to enjoy endless wealth and honor, and even giving you the opportunity to become an immortal master!" Bai Jianqiu said coldly.

"Yes. The ancestor is wise, the villain obeys the order!" The young man kowtowed repeatedly.

"Okay, something boring. Go back and tell your head, and you said I know everything. I'll send Yang Ming's head back soon and let them rest assured." Bai Jianqiu said impatiently. The young man was like a general amnesty, and he went away after several prayers and rolled away.

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"Yes, you performed very well this time and did not disappoint your teacher at all. Your teacher will reward you well. But Yang Ming, you mentioned, has his cultivation really improved so quickly?" In the first cave of Yuyang Peak, Ding Yuanshan, the elder of Jindan with a crescent hair and a young face, said with a kind smile after listening to the report of his disciple Lin Shaofeng.

"The disciple dares not deceive his master. Yang Ming is indeed a genius. I even heard that he was just a mortal servant who was not even connected to Xuanyi half a month ago. So I would like to ask the master to take care of this person so that he can grow faster and serve my Xuanyang Sect." Lin Shaofeng said respectfully.

"I am the first in Yuyang Peak, and I am the elder of Jindan. How can I interfere in the following matters and help an outer disciple who has not even reached the level of Qi training? But since you want to help him so much, you will not disappoint you. I promised you that you will pay attention to him. If he can enter the level of Qi training within three months, I will make an exception to recruit him as a registered disciple. What do you think?" Ding Yuanshan pondered slightly.

"Thank you, Master. I'll tell you this good news now." Lin Shaofeng said excitedly and happily when he heard this.

"Look at you being anxious, you have no patience at all. If you are not busy with this matter, you can wait until he enters the Qi training realm before talking, so as not to feel proud or too much pressure, which will affect his cultivation." Ding Yuanshan waved his hand to stop him. After Lin Shaofeng left, a sinister smile appeared on his face, and he said to himself: "Three years ago, Yang Ming, Lin Shaofeng and Ye Zhiyun came to pass the Xuanyang Sect together. In front of everyone, it was determined that he had no spiritual roots, and was even born with weak and sickness. It was not suitable for cultivation to connect to the Xuan Realm. Now he has made such a great progress in half a month, and there must be something strange about it, and he may even get some treasure. If this is true, I will accept him as a registered disciple, and the treasure will definitely fall into my hands!"

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"Three years ago, a monk passed by Panlong Town and rescued me, Xiaoyun and Shaofeng, and then personally sent me to Lingwu City. Without him, I would not have been able to get the Qiankun Sword Bag. It would not have been separated from Xiaoyun and Shaofeng for so long, and so many accidents would not have happened. If I could come back this time, I must visit the door. Not only can I formally thank you for saving my life, but I can also figure out many things. In addition, now when I arrived at Xuanyang Gate, I can finally use the Qiankun Sword Bag. Without further ado, I will visit my benefactor and take some green liquid to cultivate spiritual herbs!"
Chapter completed!