"..." Upon hearing this, Mei Keqiu hesitated, and finally sighed and said with a wry smile, "Actually, it is not known whether Huo Zhaojing wants Huangquan Mu."

He explained, "Huo Zhaojing was born in a noble family, with high cultivation and strong strength. When he first arrived at the Spring Altar, he was surrounded by stars."

"In the past few years, many rare things in Henglvfang City have been looted in his name."

"A part of it was indeed dedicated to Huo Zhaojing."

"But there are also quite a few who are missing."

Pei Ling said: "Huo Zhaojing just allows others to act under his banner?"

"There are no particularly powerful families near Henglufang City." Mei Keqiu said, "And the disciples in the Tiansheng Cult who act under the banner of Huo Zhaojing also have eyes. They will not provoke the really powerful ones."

"For Huo Zhaojing, these are not big things, so he just turns a blind eye."

"After all, he is the senior brother of Chuntan, and he is supposed to protect the disciples of Chuntan."

"The most important thing is that it is said that the skills he practiced cannot be practiced behind closed doors, but require constant struggle to be able to progress bravely."

"So although the actions of these disciples will bring hidden dangers to Huo Zhaojing, Huo Zhaojing doesn't care about it. Instead, he is happy to see the results."

Pei Ling listened, his mind was racing, and he asked for some more details, then nodded slightly: "I understand, don't worry, let the team pack up and continue setting off."

After sending Mei Keqiu away, not long after, Jin Sumian and three others, who had been ordered to go out to deal with the aftermath, returned.

In addition to coming to report the destruction of corpses and traces, all traces of destruction and other matters have been completed, and Dou Wan's storage bag was also brought.

"Thank you for your hard work." Pei Ling took the storage bag and found that it had not been opened yet. He nodded with satisfaction. In the past, he had to do this kind of touching the corpse himself, but now, he has someone to do it for him, so he has to be more careful.

He said a few words of comfort and motioned to Jin Sumian and the others to help the Mei clan pack up the convoy and set off again as soon as possible.

Only when he was the only one left in the blood puppet sedan did he start counting the harvest.

There are a lot of things in the three storage bags.

The first one is owned by Lu Yanni, and it contains about 300 pieces of medium-grade spiritual stones, as well as various elixirs, incense, medicinal materials, hairpin rings... and many artifacts related to cultivation.

But the most popular ones are the dresses worn by female nuns.

It can be said to be a dazzling array of things.

Pei Ling was worried that he would miss the valuables hidden inside, so he flipped through it, only to find that one of the items was very similar to what Jin Sumian was wearing that day?

He found nothing else in these dresses and quickly put them aside without interest;

The second one belongs to the male cultivator who escaped separately from Lu Yanni. There are more than 120 pieces of medium-grade spiritual stones, more than 7,000 pieces of low-grade spiritual stones, various punishment tools, elixirs, utensils and the like;

The third storage bag comes from the strongest of the three.

There are more than four hundred pieces of medium-grade spiritual stones, various monster bones, pills, and bits and pieces needed for cultivation...

From this battle, not to mention other things, the income from the spiritual stones alone was more than 800 mid-grade spiritual stones!

Sure enough, the fastest way to get spiritual stones is not to refine elixirs and cast weapons, but to get a windfall from heaven!

With this thought in mind, Pei Ling put all the things away in different categories before stepping out of the blood puppet sedan.

"Pulse Master!" Seeing him arriving for the first time, Jin Sumian immediately saluted.

She was guarding the side of the motorcade, very close to where the Blood Puppet sedan was.

Seeing Pei Ling Ling Ji's vigorous and calm demeanor, Jin Sumian felt a little complicated for a while.

She used to be very prejudiced against Pei Ling, but she respected strength. Now that the Tiansheng Cult came, Pei Ling almost solved it by herself.

It is conceivable that if Pei Ling had not led the team, with the cultivation methods of her, Dai Baishi, and Yan Yuming, they would have suffered a huge defeat.

In fact, it was probably the three of them who were crushed!

In comparison, the misunderstandings between the two seemed not so important.

After all, Li Zhen's legend was right, Pei Ling seemed to humiliate her frequently, but in fact, he never touched her!

As the saying goes, no one is perfect. Although the quirks of the strong are difficult to understand, if you think about it carefully, it seems to be harmless...

Pei Ling glanced at her, nodded slightly, and then said: "The direction we are going in now will reach the Holy Sect's sphere of influence in three days. Even if we are still a few days away from the Mei family's ancestral home, the Tiansheng Sect's

People don’t dare to mess around anymore.”

"But during these three days, we must be careful to guard against any newcomers from the Tiansheng Cult."

Hearing this, Jin Sumian nodded immediately: "Yes!"

The rest of the journey was very smooth.

Ordinary casual cultivators did not dare to easily provoke the disciples of the Chongming Sect. They occasionally encountered a few Kaihui stage monsters on the road, but they were all easily dealt with by Jin Sumian and the others, without the need for Pei Ling to take action personally.

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The next day, a group of white-robed and golden-crowned monks, surrounded by a carriage pulled by strange beasts and filled with haze, appeared outside Henglufang City.

In the carriage, the bead curtain was half rolled up, revealing an elegant and handsome figure.

She has slender eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and her face is like a jade carving. Her eyes are piercing, her long hair is loose, and she wears a particularly complicated and gorgeous forehead ring, with a thumb-sized golden gemstone embedded in the center.

.The pure spiritual energy and the fluctuating aura vaguely reveal the cultivation level in the later stage of foundation building.

It is Huo Zhaojing, the great disciple of Chuntan of Tiansheng Sect!

At this moment, he was sitting in the car, upright, with his hands naturally placed on his knees. On his long and white hands, he wore several magic weapons and gems, all of which were gorgeous in shape and radiant.

Against his handsome appearance, he is not vulgar at all, but has a kind of grace and splendor unique to the noble son of the immortal family.

The carriage passed by Kongxing and suddenly stopped.

"Senior Brother." A female cultivator with a white robe trailing to the floor and wearing a green eyebrow pendant walked quickly to the carriage and said in a deep voice, "Senior Brother Dou, Junior Brother Chunyu and Junior Sister Lu are full of vitality.

This place has disappeared! The news from the altar is that the souls of the three of them have disappeared, and they must have died."

Huo Zhaojing turned his head and looked at the sudden defect among the lush reeds below. His eyes narrowed slightly, and then he nodded lightly: "Search."

The female cultivator quickly lowered her head: "Yes!"

Soon, many Tianshengjiao disciples used their spells, took out their magic weapons, and conducted an inch-by-inch search of the nearby swamp with the carriage as the center.

This Huo Zhaojing is not only the disciple of the Master of the Spring Altar, but also the well-deserved senior brother of the Altar of Spring. He has also achieved great success since his Qi training period.

In the Spring Altar, except for those Late Spring disciples who have already formed elixirs and rarely come out, everyone respects and respects him.

Therefore, no one dares to neglect the order given now.
Chapter completed!