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The night was as cold as water, the wind blew silently, and the candlelight was like beans.

Over a thousand disciples of the Blood Sun Sect had already packed their belongings and gathered in groups of two or three. They were preparing to set off for Yangzhou tomorrow. At this moment, Qingyang was in Zhou Yan's cave, discussing the arrangements for tomorrow.

"Zhou Yan, this time, our disciples will travel in groups. We must not reveal our whereabouts, otherwise we will attract the attention of the South Honor Family." Under the candlelight, he couldn't clearly see Qingyang's expression, but there was a hint of worry in Qingyang's voice.

"Rest assured sect master, this subordinate will handle this matter." Zhou Yan replied in a deep voice.

"Also, according to your latent talent, this is an Immortal Tactic. It's the Foundation Establishment technique of the Blood Sun Sect. Take it." He took out a book from his bosom and handed it to Zhou Yan.

His excited hands took it, and under the dim yellow candlelight, only four large words appeared before Zhou Yan's eyes. He instantly felt his mind stir: "Seven Glorious Mysterious Technique!?"

"That's right, this manual is an ancient Immortal Cultivation Technique. Once it is refined to the first star, one will become a Xiantian cultivator, but I'm afraid that no one will be able to withstand the pain of breaking their muscles and breaking their bodies. So, you have to find a few people with strong determination, wait for me to come back from the Beitang Family before you start cultivating, then you can refine some pills to prevent any accidents." Nodding his head, Qingyang said in a deep voice.

Just by being able to refine the? Seven Glorious Mysterious Technique? into the Xiantian realm, how tyrannical would it be to refine the Seven Glorious Sky into the seventh level!? For a moment, Zhou Yan was in a bit of a daze. Towards this sort of top-grade celestial spell, it was a treasure that could not be found by anyone who cultivated it. But now, Qing Yang had directly given it to him.

"I'll say it like this first. It's not early yet, you should rest first. You must not let this disciple cultivate the Seven Glorious Mysterious Technique without permission before I return." He stood up and walked out, but he stopped when he stepped out of the entrance. After hesitating for a moment, he said softly, "If you want to, you can try cultivating a bit more."

After speaking, Qingyang flicked his sleeves and left. Zhou Yan, who was sitting on the stone bench, was also stunned for a moment before being endlessly overjoyed. He held the book in his hand and carefully read through it.

The reason Qingyang allowed Zhou Yan to train for a bit was mainly because Zhou Yan was already a Spirit Refinement realm expert, and he had previously belonged to the Body Refinement Realm, so it shouldn't be too much of a problem for him to cultivate the? Seven Glorious Mysteries?.

"I wonder how many Upper Sky users will appear in the Blood Sun Sect in five years." Under the moonlight, a faint sigh could be heard drifting about.

The silver sheen covered the entire area, making Qingyang's heart gradually calm down. The preparations for the Blood Sun Sect these two days had tired Qingyang out of his wits, and now that everything had been discussed, he could finally take a break.

"Kid, what are you thinking about by yourself?" A voice suddenly sounded out from behind Qingyang, as an old man slowly walked out from the Greenwood Forest. It was obviously Xiao Mu Chen.

"Have you thought through Elder Xiao's matter?" Qing Yang softly said as he turned his head to look at Xiao Mu Chen.

"Hehe, at your age, why are you still thinking so much? What I need to do now is to take revenge for Brother Mu." Shaking his head, Xiao Mu Chen's expression had already calmed down. It was no longer as lonely as before.

"Plum Blossom Snow, Pear Blossom Moon, my love for you. It's only natural that Chun Lai didn't know anything about it. " After muttering to himself, Qingyang also began to walk forward, "Elder Xiao, tomorrow, are you planning to head to the Azure Cloud Mountain Range with Zhou Yan and the rest, or are you going to head to the North Hall with me?"

When Xiao Mu Chen heard Qingyang's low chanting, he fell into a momentary silence. After a long while, he finally opened his mouth and softly said: "I'll go to the Azure Cloud Mountain Range with that boy Zhou Yan."

Not replying, Qingyang slowly turned his head and looked deeply at Xiao Mu Chen. He smiled as he said: "That's fine too. There are no disciples from the Blood Sun Sect that can carry the cauldrons. Elder Xiao can be at ease with me."

Xiao Mu Chen seemed to intentionally avoid the green sun as he gently coughed twice before saying: "Zhou Yan's cultivation is not bad, but he is not a big character in the eyes of the two sects in the Azure Cloud Mountain Range. Therefore, I can protect him well with my companions."

Qingyang nodded and did not say anything else. Was there really a need to pierce through the window paper that was as thin as a cicada's wing? Perhaps only he knew why Xiao Mu Chen wanted to go to the Azure Cloud Mountain Range. However, it was as he had said; with him here, the Blood Sun Sect wouldn't be in much trouble.

"Kid, do you have someone you like?" The two of them remained silent for a long while before Xiao Mu Chen suddenly spoke.

"Elder Xiao, why do you ask?" Surprised, Qingyang turned his head and asked.

"What would you do if someone stole your beloved woman?" Xiao Mu Chen did not reply to Qingyang's question. Instead, he spoke in a low voice as though he was talking to himself.

"Kill, none, pardon!" As he spat out each word, Qingyang seemed to have thought of something and a cold glint flashed across his eyes.

"Kill him without mercy?" With a bitter smile, Xiao Mu Chen turned around and walked toward the small road in front of them.

As he stared at the somewhat hunched back of Xiao Chen, Qingyang suddenly felt that Xiao Mu Chen had aged quite a bit. A rare desolate and vicissitudes of life was contained within that bitter smile.

Whose thin shirt did the night cool?

Whose heartstrings did the wind dance with?

Even though a hundred years had passed, could the love that had been silent for so long still be ignited? It was as resplendent as a star, or as brilliant as a meteor.

She was already a wife, and even if she didn't want to, perhaps the passing of time had already changed a lot.

Qingyang sighed softly. He did not expect that this old man, who usually looked carefree, would have such unspeakable bitterness and pain behind his back. Perhaps, he had gone to the Azure Cloud Mountain Range for that one wish, or perhaps it was to catch a glimpse of his lover again.

"Sigh ?" A low sigh filled with both hatred and hatred could be heard in the WindSoaring Valley. Insects were chirping and weeds were swaying. It was unknown who had disturbed this peaceful dream.

A night had passed, and the disciples of the Blood Sun Sect had already gathered in the empty valley. They carried long spears on their backs, plain sabers on their waists, and simple bags on their shoulders. All of them were in high spirits, joy evident on their faces.

Today, you will leave the Azure Cloud Mountain Range south of Yangzhou. Each of you will travel in groups, and you can pretend to be ordinary martial artists or ordinary people. On the way, you must not fight with other people and attract the attention of the government. At this moment, Qingyang had already stood in front of the open ground and spoke loudly. Behind him, Xiao Mu Chen, Zhou Yan, and Li Si all stood aside.

"Yes!" Sect Master! " Seeing everyone's expressions, it was likely that Zhou Yan, Li Si, and the others had privately repeated this to each other.

"In that case, let's head out." With a wave of his hand, Azure Sun's domineering attitude made everyone excited.

After the thousand over disciples cupped their hands and bowed, they also slowly moved towards the secret passage that Qingyang had come from. Qingyang turned his head to look at Zhou Yan and said: "Take a few people with you and Li Si and set off. Elder Xiao will also be travelling with you, we will discuss everything with him."

"As my Lord commands." The two of them clasped their hands and responded.

Zhou Yan stared deeply at Qingyang, saying respectfully: "Sect Master take care."

Qingyang turned to look at Xiao Mu Chen and discovered that his expression was a little ugly. "Elder Xiao, I'll hand over this thousand plus disciples to you. I hope you can take care of them."

"Mm. Kid, don't worry." "Yes." Xiao Mu Chen replied indifferently. As though he was not in the mood to chat with Qing Yang, he followed behind Zhou Yan and left after saying a few words.

Qingyang had a general idea of Xiao Mu Chen's actions, so he didn't ask or try to console him. He only looked at the gradually dispersing crowd until all the disciples had left the Tengfeng Valley. Then, he took a deep look at his surroundings and flew toward the Black Tortoise Mountain Pass.