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Within the palace of the Holy Maiden.

A shocking battle was erupting in the courtyard!

Boom!

In the center of the courtyard, Ling Jian landed on a stone table made of Cyan Profound Stones. Behind him, two figures rushed out in panic, their bodies in a sorry state, their hair fluttering in the wind.

"Ling Jian, stop right there!"

"Ling Jian, you actually dared to heavily injure me? "Hmph, you're dead today!"

"Ah, this damned little bastard! Today, I must kill him!"

"..."

The most powerful roar was from the Holy Maiden, Lian QianNing. Her entire body was dressed in fairy like clothes, and now, other than a few pieces that were shattered by Ling Jian, there was also a large amount of sewage that sprinkled onto her body, giving off a disgusting stench, making people feel nauseous.

She was the dignified Holy Maiden of the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect. Normally, she was raised in the sect, high and mighty. When had she ever been treated like this? Her charming face was filled with rage, and she was so angry that a part of her lungs were about to burst open.

Lian Ping was currently in a miserable state. His bun had been broken by Ling Jian, and his messy hair was draped over his shoulders. He looked like a madman. Where did he come from, a high and mighty Holy Son?

The Holy Son and the Holy Maiden simultaneously threw themselves onto the stone table, while Ling Jian was extremely experienced in battle, appearing to be very rich. At the same time, his attacks were also extremely leisurely, his sleeves rolling up, a gust of wind blew out, and the two bags of mist powder that he had previously hidden in his sleeves rose up at the slightest, scattering towards Lian Qian Ning and Lian.

"Not good, quickly dodge."

Smoke powder spread out like smoke. When Lian Ping saw this, he rolled up his sleeves and let out a loud cry. He swept out; this was the strongest member of the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect, the "Thunderwind Hand." Only Holy Son and Holy Maiden could cultivate.

In the time it took for lightning to flash and rumble, Lian Rou and Lian Qian Ning were pulled together and sent flying off the stone table. Bang! The stone table broke into pieces and pieces of stone flew into the smoke, as if they were enemies.

Sou sou!

The sound of rocks breaking through the air came from behind him, causing Ling Jian to frown. He immediately rolled onto the ground, and his body shot out like a frog, pu, he was hit on the back by a rock, causing his face to turn red, then pale, and he almost vomited a mouthful of blood.

"What a powerful Thunderwind Claw. Damn it. I didn't expect to be able to leave so easily, but I ended up getting injured in the final step."

Ling Jian's face was filled with unwillingness as he looked at the door in front of him. Without saying anything further, he shot out and flew out. With a loud clanging sound, the metal door slammed shut.

Boom boom boom!

Ling Jian panted as he left the small palace where the Holy Maiden, the Holy Son, resided. Behind him, he heard the sound of an iron door being smashed.

"This is a close call. If it weren't for the fact that I sneaked in while the four guards were still in the washroom, things wouldn't have gone as smoothly."

Ling Jian smiled as a trace of weariness appeared on his face. A strong sense of revenge welled up in his heart.

This time, Ling Jian knew that the two souls in his body could merge into one, and he would no longer be that simple transcender.

"..."

When Ling Jian walked out of the small palace that the Holy Son and the Holy Maiden resided in, the surrounding disciples all heard the shrieks from the small palace and the Holy Son's roars. All of their expressions changed as they looked at the youth walking leisurely on the mountain path.

"What happened? That final scream seems to come from the Holy Maiden? "

"Is that the angry roar of the Son of God?"

"How is this possible? When did he become so powerful? "

"Don't even think about it. He's only a piece of trash. We might have heard wrong."

"..."

When Ling Jian heard these discussions, he simply smiled and was too lazy to waste his breath. Compared to these rumors, he had more important things to do.

Even though Ling Jian was prepared, it was clear that he did not expect that the Holy Son and the Holy Maiden would be here. The Holy Maiden could be said to have used all sorts of methods, so the two of them did not stay, but fighting the two of them had made Ling Jian realize his own inadequacies, and although his body was recovering quickly, he had been poisoned for a long time, causing problems in various aspects of his body.

Otherwise, with his previous world's combat experience, awareness, and reflexes, even if the Holy Son and Holy Maiden's cultivations were higher, it would still be difficult for them to injure him in a hurry.

"Let's not think too much about it for now. Let's go to the treasury to get some medicinal ingredients to thoroughly remove the poison from my body first."

Ling Jian thought for a bit, in a few days it would be the meeting of the elders. At that time, he had to keep himself in the best condition, otherwise, he would be in a worrisome situation.

Thinking of this, Ling Jian's eyes became even brighter.

They quickly arrived at the back of the mountain and saw a cave cut into the mountain. On both sides of the cave, there were two large iron gates that were nailed with iron anchors, forming the appearance of a palace.

On both sides of the main hall, two Qing-Yun disciples were standing guard, their expressions solemn.

This was the treasury of the Qing-Yun Sect. Inside, there were countless medicinal pills, herbs and treasures. That place was a forbidden area. Other than the elders, the school head, and the young school head, no one else was allowed to enter, let alone intrude without permission.

Ling Jian flipped through the memories in his head. With his knowledge, he knew that even though the original owner of this body had the identity of Young Sect Master, this person had never thought of entering the treasury with this identity to raise his cultivation.

In his previous life, the reason why he could become a trash and be disrespected was not only because of his cowardice, but also because of his lack of ambition and his simple retreat.

"Hmph. What belongs to me in this life belongs to me forever. No one can take it away from me!"

With a loud cry in his heart, Ling Jian stomped his foot on the ground. His eyes became increasingly resolute as he walked over.

"Halt, this is the important location of the treasury, the forbidden area of the Qing-Yun Sect. Leave quickly!"

One of the disciples directly unsheathed the battle blade at his waist, and with a flash of his blade, he unsheathed it. An eerie saber light floated, blocking in front of Ling Jian.

"Impudent! I'm the dignified young master of the Qing-Yun Sect. As long as this identity is not abolished one day, you'd better show me some respect. Otherwise, don't worry about me following the sect rules!"

Ling Jian took a step into the air and shouted coldly, his chest aiming straight for the enemy's blade.

How could it be that no one in the Qing-Yun Sect knew of his identity? Since these two disciples knew about it, they would make things difficult for him. It was obvious that they were doing it on purpose, but it was only because he was a piece of trash now that they dared not put the Young Sect Master's identity in their eyes!