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It was as if time had fallen into an endless darkness. He could not tell how time had passed, nor could he tell where he was. He could only faintly sense that he had been asleep for a very long time.

Drip, drip. A drop of dew fell on the unconscious Shi Ling's face, causing his eyes to squint at this moment. Then, he opened his eyes. First, they looked hazy and gradually became clear, as if there was an empty cave here.

At this moment, Shi Ling sat up from his seat. There were a lot of iron chains on his body, but they had already been loosened. He stood up, took the chains off his body, and looked around.

This cave was very large and very spacious. It was hard to tell if it was naturally formed or artificially carved. The light was rather dim, giving off a sinister feeling.

At this moment, Shi Ling touched his head, and a look of reminiscence appeared on his face. He muttered to himself, "Strange, why am I in this place?"

As he said that, he thought back to the scene where he was unconscious. He was chased by a group of black-clothed men, and then he escaped into the Soul Yin Mountain. Later on, he heard a strange laughter, and then he saw countless iron chains killing all the black-clothed men.

Thinking about this, Shi Ling felt that his head was in pain, one of his hands was still rubbing on his head, but, at the same time, the sound of chewing entered Shi Ling's ears. Shi Ling's heart skipped a beat, and he turned around to look at the source of the sound.

Not only was his clothes in disarray, his disheveled appearance was like that of a ghost's. Faintly looking over, he felt that it seemed to be an old man, but on his hands and feet, there was a metal chain that pierced through and firmly fastened him. Shi Ling could see that on the old man's hands and ankles, there was still fresh blood flowing out.

The old man was sitting on a huge azure rock. He seemed to be holding something in his hand and was chewing on it. Shi Ling swallowed his saliva and instinctively took a few steps back, not daring to get too close to the old man.

However, it seemed that Shi Ling's actions had frightened the old man, and at that moment, he raised his gaze and looked at Shi Ling, causing Shi Ling's face to turn pale. At the same time, he could feel an extremely powerful pressure being exerted on his body, causing him to have the urge to kneel on the ground.

At this time, Shi Ling clasped his hands at the old man and said, "Senior, may I ask what orders you have for bringing me here?"

Shi Ling obviously realized at this moment that the reason why he was dragged down from the ground must be because this old man in front of him could not be dragged down. Therefore, he asked in a low voice.

At this time, the old man revealed a confused expression. He looked towards Shi Ling and said, "Come over here!"

The voice sounded very hoarse, it was unknown how many years it had been since Shi Ling had last spoken. Shi Ling's eyelids twitched as he thought: "If you want me to go, then I'll go, what if you want to harm me?"

At this moment, Shi Ling wanted to reject the old man's words, but the old man waved his hand towards Shi Ling, and immediately, Shi Ling felt a great pressure come over him. Shi Ling immediately wanted to reject the old man, however, the old man waved his hand, and immediately, Shi Ling felt a great pressure come over, and then, Shi Ling uncontrollably moved towards the old man, as if he was pulled up by an invisible force and thrown in front of the old man.

When Shi Ling arrived in front of the old man, he instantly smelt a disgusting smell. At the same time, Shi Ling saw what the old man ate before, it was a spider, and it was still squirming, causing Shi Ling to feel nauseous.

However, the old man used a metal chain to tie Shi Ling up and then hung him in front of him. His face kept on getting closer to Shi Ling's face as if he wanted to have a good look at Shi Ling, but Shi Ling kept on trying to keep his face away from Shi Ling because the old guy in front of him was really too ugly.

He looked as if he had been cut by a sharp weapon, but he still hadn't recovered. The old man sniffed Shi Ling's body, and like a dog, he immediately stretched out his hand, which was like a chicken claw, and slid it on Shi Ling's face. Then, he took out a drop of blood and sucked it.

After a long while, he smacked his lips and said, "Very good. It seems that you are not the disciple of that old thief."

Blood dripped down from the wounds on Shi Ling's face. His eyelids twitched as he said, "Senior, can you let me down now?"

The old man casually waved his hand, and in the next moment he saw the iron chains around Shi Ling loosen, he immediately heard the old man say: "What is your relationship with the Zhang Family dog? Why do their servants want to kill you? "

But at this time, Shi Ling saw that behind the old man, there was a large pile of bones lying on the ground, as well as the few people who were chasing after him before. He immediately said: "Actually, I am not very clear about it, but I think that it might be because I slapped Third Young Master Zhang Family Zhang Yusheng, that caused it."

When the old man heard this, his eyes widened as if he became interested. He said, "Tell me in detail."

Shi Ling immediately told him about the grudge between him and Zhang Yusheng, and the expression on the old man's face became more and more wonderful, especially after he heard that Shi Ling had slapped Zhang Yusheng in front of so many disciples, it made the old man burst out laughing, looking very happy and out of breath.

At this time, the old man roared towards the sky: "Old dog Zhang, your children have really given you face. Not only did this slap the face of a junior like him, it also smacked the face of your entire Zhang Family. Ahahaha."

Shi Ling was forced to retreat due to the wild laughter, but at this time the old man asked: "How many years have you been in the Spirit Sword Sect?"

Shi Ling quickly replied, "It's been two years."

The old man's eyes narrowed and immediately, he lifted his hand and grabbed at Shi Ling. Shi Ling was instantly lifted up by an invisible force, as if a hand had grabbed his neck. If you have already been in Spirit Sword Sect for two years, why do you not have any sword cultivation methods in your body? "

Shi Ling held his breath and said, "Because I was demoted to a janitor less than half a year after I became an official disciple of the sect, I've only practiced the Basic Sword Techniques till now."

After the old man heard this, he revealed a thoughtful expression. He immediately waved his hand and Shi Ling fell down.

At this time, the old man looked at Shi Ling and smiled. At the same time, he nodded and said: "Not bad, your body is quite strong."

The old man said: "It's a good thing that you don't have any grade cultivation techniques of Spirit Sword Sect, it means that your body is still considered clean. Furthermore, you have been in the sect for two years, so you are very clear about the sect's rules, and your body can barely meet the requirements."

As he said this, the elder laughed again. He looked at Shi Ling as if he had picked up a treasure.

The next moment, the old man continued saying: "Young man, are you willing to take me as your master?"