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On the morning of the next day, the Origin Yang Qi in Limu's body had completely recovered.

Li Wan'er couldn't make it into the top three in the competition, which was good news for Bao Quan because he could spend another year with her.

All the senior brothers and sisters who were part of Crouching Cloud Valley sent off. Limu looked back at the dozens of acres of the green sprouts of the manor. Looking at the smiling faces of the honorary disciples around him, he actually felt a tinge of reluctance.

At the same time, the Qingyun Peak would welcome a new batch of disciples that were about to take part in the next round. On the Qingyun Peak stage, many disciples would begin a new round of cultivation, and the oldest of the disciples would leave the Qingyun Peak within two months. Only the three disciples who were ranked in the top three would have the qualifications to enter the other main peaks of the True Martial Sect.

As the Blade-less Giant Blade was too cumbersome, Limu was temporarily given to Mo Yuhan for safekeeping.

Limu carried a light package and returned to the Qingyun Peak. Along the way, Limu was still recalling the contents of the letter the Fire Witch brought with him, and unknowingly, he returned to the Ninth Stage of the Returning Dragon Pavilion. This time, the Junior Brother who welcomed Limu was no longer the honorary disciple he was initially, but instead was a disciple who was around sixteen or seventeen years old.

"You are Limu?!" That Senior Brother seemed to have been waiting here for a long time.

Limu was in a daze and was suddenly stunned. Then, he cupped his hands and replied with a blank face: "Junior Limu greets Senior Brother!"

"Ever since you displayed your amazing cultivation in the arena yesterday, there has been quite a bit of discussion about you!" That Junior Martial Brother looked very attentive. He reached out his hand towards Limu's bag and asked, "Junior Martial Brother, there's nothing particularly important in this bag of yours, right?"

Limu shook his head and smiled, "No, it's just a change of clothes."

"Leave the package with me. This is the key to your room. The room is still Room 134th. Martial Uncle Ye is currently teaching at the Martial Arts Courtyard. That young disciple's attitude was exceptionally good, enough to be described as attentive.

It was hard to refuse a favor, which made Limu, who didn't know how to reject other people's good intentions, a little confused.

"Junior brother, you don't have to be so polite with me, I am someone who does all of our Qingyun Peak. In the future, we might even come into contact with each other more often! "Go on!" The young disciple took Limu's package with a face full of smiles.

"Thank you, Senior Brother!" Limu said with gratitude.

The young disciple took Limu's bag and waved at Limu. Then, he turned around and left Limu's sight.

The Qingyun Peak was only a mountain peak, but the floor was hundreds of meters wide, and there were even mountain valleys and immortal estates around the mountain peak. Thus, the small Qingyun Peak was like a miniature city.

The huge battling stadium was empty except for the mountain peaks that whistled past.

Limu looked around and listened attentively. He heard a trace of a sermon. The sound came from the west side of the mountain. Soon after that, he walked towards the west peak.

"Without a trace of the Heavenly Dao, martial arts can be found." The ninth level, the mountain range, was like a mountain peak, one in a million for those who ascended the peak. In this lecture, we will talk about talent. "So-called talent …" A loud and clear voice floated over from afar. It was barely audible.

Following the sound, Limu had already arrived outside a courtyard that was built near the abyss. Just as he was about to walk towards the gate and enter the courtyard, he was surprised to find that his waist was empty. His identity token seemed to have been forgotten as he put it in his bag.

During Crouching Cloud Valley, all the honorary disciples would habitually not wear their identity plates, but the True Martial Sect's sect rules were strict, every disciple must wear their identity plates, and now that Limu was an official disciple, wearing his identity plates was a must, if he was discovered to be not wearing his identity plates at True Martial Sect, it would be a heavy punishment.

Limu's right hand stopped at his waist and he frowned. He then immediately turned around and dashed back to the Dragon Pavilion.

Returning to the empty Class 9 Returning Dragon Pavilion, Limu quickly found room number 134. When Limu arrived outside his room, he heard a curse coming from inside.

"A bunch of broken things! This damn beggar's bag really doesn't have anything valuable!" If I can't get the Secret Martial Book, I won't be able to do anything! " The person who spoke was that warm-hearted young cultivator.

When Limu heard the sound, he suddenly stopped and frowned. He thought to himself, "I wonder why this Senior Brother is so kind, he actually wants to steal my item!" Secret Martial Book? Could it be that he wanted to find my own Secret Martial Book?

The sound of footsteps came from within the house, gradually approaching. It was as if that young cultivator was preparing to leave.

While in a hurry, Limu looked around and suddenly found a place to hide. His footwork was like the wind as he hid behind a huge wooden pillar.

Clang!

The wooden door was slammed and locked. The young disciple didn't pay attention to his surroundings and left Limu's room in low spirits.

Only after that young disciple completely left did Limu stick his head out and look towards the direction that young disciple left to. His eyeballs turned and a hint of cunning and coldness flashed in his eyes.

"..."

In the open courtyard sat several hundred True Martial Sect disciples who wore different kinds of clothes neatly. Deacon Ye was currently teaching martial skills to the disciples in front of the crowd, and when Limu walked into the courtyard, he immediately felt a little awkward.

Deacon Ye's voice also froze as he watched Limu tiptoeing into the yard. His expression darkened.

The hundreds of disciples who were sitting cross-legged all looked back and saw the awkward Limu. There were many discussions among the disciples.

"Disciple Limu …" Limu was about to say something apologetic, but he was interrupted before he could finish.

"The True Martial Sect sect's rule 37: Anyone who slacks down on their cultivation and is not absent for any reason will be punished to cross the cauldron and burn incense stumps for half a day." Deacon Ye's cold voice interrupted Limu's words, and continued to instruct him: "Tia Nu, take out the cauldron. Yan Shuangfei, take out the censer. "

When the crowd of disciples heard Deacon Ye mention the Burning Incense Pillar, their faces revealed a hint of fear. There were even many disciples who sneered in their hearts and were waiting to see a good show.

However, Limu was not a fool. Just from the expressions of these disciples, Limu already guessed that the Burning Cauldron Pile would not be that easy to bear.

When Mo Yuhan first saw Limu, she was delighted. However, when she heard that Limu was going to be punished by the Burning Incense Stove for half a day, she could not help but worry.

If it was half a day, then it would at least take six hours. Logically speaking, since Limu had reported for the first time today, it shouldn't have been on purpose for him to be late, and the punishment shouldn't have been so heavy. However, Deacon Ye seemed to be deliberately punishing Limu, so Mo Yuhan felt that it was unfair for Limu.

He was six feet tall with a three-legged Copper Cauldron that was almost three feet in diameter. With one hand on his shoulder, he walked out from a hall in the courtyard, and behind him was an extremely ordinary female disciple. She held an incense burner in her hands, and on top of the incense burner, there was a incense stick that was as thick as a thumb and two feet tall.

The one holding the incense burner was none other than Tia Nu, and the female disciple holding the incense burner was Yan Shuangfei. Yan Shuangfei walked in front of Deacon Ye with the incense burner in his hands.