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Seeing the young man's action, Qin Sang's heart sank. He knew he could not remain a target in the rift valley. He decisively drew out the Chilong sword, and a gust of wind surged beneath his feet. His figure burst out, rushing toward the cliff in the blink of an eye.

The young man didn't expect Qin Sang to burst forth with such incredible speed. He was shocked and quickly raised his bow to shoot.

The precious bow didn't require feathered arrows. The young man hooked his fingers on the bowstring, and the halo on the bow flowed, gathering light into an arrow.

"Swoosh!"

The sharp arrow shot straight toward Qin Sang's face, its momentum no weaker than before. Qin Sang's figure flashed, narrowly avoiding the arrow. However, the second arrow came in quick succession, aimed at a tricky angle that left him no way to dodge.

Qin Sang had no choice. His consciousness could not sustain the use of two high-quality magic tools simultaneously, so he had to disperse the Void Wind. Fortunately, the top of the cliff was wide enough for him to stand firm. He landed on the ground, raised the Chilong sword, and responded calmly.

The rotating sharp arrow, trailing a colorful halo, resembled a comet.

Qin Sang stared at the tip of the arrow with unwavering focus. Suddenly, he slashed with the sword. The cold energy of the Chilong sword emitted a shocking roar as it rushed forward.

"Bang!"

A deafening noise rang out as the Chilong's cold energy collided with the colorful sharp arrow. The two lights surged violently, neither giving way. After a moment, they dimmed simultaneously, their powers equal.

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Seeing this scene, both of them looked gloomy.

Qin Sang took a step forward, and the young man in tight clothes immediately floated back, then drew his bow and shot an arrow. Qin Sang had to raise his sword again to deal with it.

Above the rift valley, rainbow lights continued one after another, and the Chilong composed of blue and white cold air also dissipated and revived again and again. Neither of them could do anything to the other.

Qin Sang also took the opportunity to shoot two Yin thunders and some ice spikes, but they were easily dodged by the young man in tight clothes. Until now, he had not been able to get close to him.

Spiritual arrows continued to shoot one after another, and the young man in tight clothes had excellent archery skills. Qin Sang couldn't find a chance to escape, and at such a long distance, the Purple Soul Ling would have no effect.

Qin Sang clearly felt that the spiritual power in his body was being consumed at an alarming rate, but he didn't even have the opportunity to absorb spirit stones to replenish his spiritual power.

However, Qin Sang had long noticed that the speed at which the treasure bow condensed spiritual arrows was also slowing down.

The realm of the young man in tight clothes on the opposite side was one level higher than his, but this precious bow needed to condense spiritual power frequently to turn into arrows. The consumption of spiritual power was much greater than that of the Chilong Sword.

If the stalemate continued, at this rate, the advantage would be on his side.

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, Qin Sang's eyes suddenly focused. He saw the young man in tight clothes sneer at him after shooting an arrow, and one hand quickly took out a jade bottle from his mustard bag. There were two pills in the jade bottle that Qin Sang didn't recognize.

The young man in tight clothes swallowed one without hesitation. His face, which had originally been pale due to overdrawing spiritual power, began to slowly turn red, and he looked at Qin Sang with a face full of sarcasm.

Pills that can restore spiritual power!

Seeing this scene, Qin Sang couldn't help but curse in his heart. This person's foundation was too thick.

This precious bow was definitely the best among the best magic tools. He took two precious spiritual pills at once and swallowed them without blushing or skipping a beat, without any sign of pain. Was this still a casual cultivator?

The young man in tight clothes shot arrow after arrow without stopping, pressing Qin Sang too hard for him to get away. Qin Sang knew he would never get the upper hand if he continued like this, and his eyes began to wander.

At this moment, the young man in tight clothes suddenly shouted softly, and his hands burst out with surging spiritual power, all of which were immersed in the treasure bow.

The treasure bow suddenly shone brightly. The young man raised the treasure bow high, staring at Qin Sang, his arm veins bulging as he pulled the bowstring hard. Three huge spiritual arrows condensed in an instant!

"Kill!"

With the young man's roar, three spiritual arrows shot out at the same time, breaking through the air and finally merging into one in mid-air.

The strong wind brought by the spiritual arrows rushed toward him, and the whistling sound of the arrows seemed to carry a hint of thunder, shaking the sky. The terrifying momentum was far beyond the previous arrows, and it came in an instant.

Qin Sang's heart was alarmed, and the hairs on his body stood up. The speed of these arrows was too fast, and there was no time to dodge.

Qin Sang held the Chilong Sword tightly in both hands, not daring to be distracted any longer. He concentrated on activating the Chilong Sword, using all his strength to strike out with the sword.

The cold air on the Chilong Sword was immediately drained away, and the sword body, like Qin Sang's face, showed an abnormal pale color.

The body of the Chilong also grew twice as large as before, resembling a real dragon, not afraid of any challenge, and was high and upward!

The Chilong opened its mouth angrily, roared loudly, and swallowed the spirit arrow into its stomach.

A rainbow light suddenly appeared inside the body of the Chilong, shaking endlessly, as if fighting against the cold air but failing to break free.

It seemed that the Chilong had the upper hand.

This scene was beyond the expectations of the young man in tight clothes, and he couldn't help but frown.

Qin Sang on the other side suddenly changed color, and hurriedly held the Chilong Sword with both hands to block it in front of his face.

The next moment, there was a loud bang, and the Chilong exploded directly. The cold air that made up its body was blown into countless pieces. Endless cold winds raged in all directions. The rifts on both sides seemed to have entered winter in an instant, and a layer of frost covered the grass and trees.

Although the spiritual arrow was much dimmer than before, it still had some power left. It appeared in front of Qin Sang in a flash and hit the Chilong Sword squarely.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly. Qin Sang secretly rejoiced but felt a huge force coming. His arms shook violently, and the Chilong Sword made a crisp sound. The sound seemed a little wrong.

Qin Sang had no time to care about this. With the force, his figure took the opportunity to fly back, and he quickly set up the Pingxufeng, turning around to escape.

The young man in tight clothes took advantage of the situation, aimed his bow at Qin Sang again. Qin Sang dodged the first arrow, but as he was about to dodge the second arrow, it dissipated before it could fully condense. He quickly turned the precious bow over and saw that most of the gems on it had lost their luster, and some even had faint cracks.

The young man in tight clothes snorted angrily and slammed his arm hard. He looked at the fleeing Qin Sang with a face full of resentment. With a turn of his eyes, he put the precious bow into his mustard bag, took out a pair of slender double swords, and then produced a green leaf.

The green leaf was shaped like a bamboo leaf, as green as jade, and grew in the wind. The young man in tight clothes jumped with a sword, leaped onto the green leaf, and chased after him. His speed was no slower than that of Ping Xufeng.

The mirror array was not far from the entrance of the valley. Qin Sang rode the wind and moved several times, soon arriving.

The young man in tight clothes followed closely, and when he saw Qin Sang slowing down, he thought that his spiritual power was exhausted and that he could not control his magic weapon. Just as he showed a hint of joy on his face, the bronze mirror on the ground suddenly turned over and gushed out black air. The young man was shocked and angry, falling into the mirror array trap.

The mist barrier formed by the mirror array rumbled, and the bronze mirrors shook, making crisp sounds. It was clear that the young man inside was fighting back frantically.

Qin Sang held the God-Confusing Mirror in his hand, looking nervous. When the mirror array was finally completed, the bronze mirror flew over the array and covered it, stabilizing the mirror array.

Qin Sang breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Fortunately, he had prepared for this, otherwise, facing such a strong enemy, he would have had no choice but to run for his life.

Letting the young man struggle in the mirror array, Qin Sang suddenly remembered something and hurriedly took the Chilong Sword to check. This look made Qin Sang's face darken.

There was a striking crack next to the jaw of the Chilong Sword!

He didn't know if it was a coincidence or if the Chilong Sword itself was fragile, but such a top-grade magic weapon had been so easily damaged.

Qin Sang's eyes changed. The Chilong Sword didn't seem to be completely broken, but he didn't dare to use it before it was repaired. It was a small matter to break the sword, but if it suddenly broke during a fight, his life might be in danger. He put the Chilong Sword into his mustard bag, stared at the mirror array, and thought that such a top-grade magic weapon was destroyed in this person's hands. He was also annoyed, so he immediately sat cross-legged, holding a spirit stone in his hand, and summoned the Ebony Sword.

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Soon, Qin Sang opened his eyes, and the ebony sword flew to the edge of the mirror array.

At this time, there was no movement in the mirror array, and the strong-dressed boy seemed to have been affected by the bewitching effect of the Bewitching Mirror.

Qin Sang made the ebony sword hover in front of the mirror array, took a deep breath, reached out to take back all the Bewitching Mirrors, and then, with a thought in his mind, he immediately thrust the ebony sword into the mist without waiting for the mist to dissipate.

Then, a crisp sound of "ding" came from the mist.

When the mist slowly dissipated, the ebony sword was blocked by a crescent-shaped scimitar. The two were evenly matched and deadlocked in mid-air, neither able to gain any ground.

The strong-dressed boy was full of shock and anger and shouted, "You also have a talisman? No, why is your talisman so strange?"

Qin Sang looked at him coldly without saying a word, and was also frightened in his heart. He hadn't expected that this person could resist the bewitching ability of the Bewitching Mirror. The strong-dressed boy wore a gray cloth hat on his head, which Qin Sang had never seen before. It must be the effect of this magic weapon.

What surprised Qin Sang even more was the scimitar. From the tone of the boy, it seemed to be a magic weapon.

This was the first time Qin Sang had seen a magic weapon. The scimitar was shaped like a crescent moon and was slightly larger than the ebony sword. The blade emitted a cold light and was extremely sharp. No wonder it was comparable to the ebony sword.

He had been preparing the ebony sword outside, while the strong-dressed boy had pretended to be bewitched but was actually preparing the magic weapon in the mirror array. The two of them had actually thought of the same thing.

Qin Sang now regretted that he couldn't defeat the other party even with the ebony sword. If he had known that the boy was so difficult to deal with, he would definitely have avoided him.

Now that the ebony sword was locked in battle with the crescent-shaped scimitar, neither of them dared to give in, as doing so would result in death. If the stalemate continued, it would be hard to say who would win.

The strong-dressed boy also realized this, and his face turned very ugly. Of course, he didn't want to lose his life here for no reason, and dying together was not an option. His life was much more valuable than that of a mere casual cultivator.

Thinking this, the strong-dressed boy gritted his teeth and tried his best to infuse the spiritual power in his body into the crescent-shaped scimitar. The crescent-shaped scimitar glowed coldly, and the ebony sword was immediately pushed back.

Qin Sang's face changed slightly, and he didn't dare to hesitate. He urged the ebony sword to forcefully hold its ground against the crescent-shaped scimitar.

At this point, the spiritual power in both of their bodies was being consumed rapidly.

Soon, a crisp sound came from Qin Sang's palm, and the spiritual power in his palm was completely shattered and turned into waste stone. Qin Sang immediately replaced it with a new one, and the strong-dressed boy on the opposite side naturally did the same. However, compared to the crazy consumption, the spiritual power supplemented by the spiritual stone was just a drop in the bucket.

The expression of the young man in tight clothes kept changing, and he suddenly shouted, "You are definitely not a casual cultivator. Which family are you from?"

Qin Sang's heart moved, and he said in a deep voice, "I am a casual cultivator!"

The young man in tight clothes snorted in dissatisfaction. "It is impossible for a casual cultivator to have such a rich family background as you, and talismans are not something that casual cultivators can possess. Even if you don't admit it, I can guess that you didn't sneak in to join Yuanzhao Sect, but just to gain experience and collect a few handy magic weapons."

Hearing this, Qin Sang was surprised and asked back, "Is this your purpose?"

"That's right!"

The young man in tight clothes did not hide it and said proudly, "I am the most talented junior in my family, and of course, I will not be a menial disciple of Yuanzhaomen. This is my second time to participate in the Yuanzhaomen Ascension Conference. This Qingye magic weapon was robbed last time. It is very useful. But this is the first time I have encountered such a difficult opponent like you. Since we have the same goal, there's no need to fight to the death. Let's shake hands and make peace. How about we keep out of each other's way in the future?"

Qin Sang sneered, "You are wrong. I participated in the Ascension Conference just to join Yuanzhaomen. However, as long as you put away the talisman first, I can promise you that I will stop here."

"Do you take me for a fool?"

The young man in tight clothes was full of anger. He flipped his palm and took out the jade bottle containing the elixir, pretending to swallow it.

Qin Sang naturally could not weaken his momentum. He didn't care about the pain and took out the middle-grade spirit stone from the bottom of his box, showing a posture of not sparing anything.

The young man in tight clothes froze, and his eyes changed constantly. After a while, he said bitterly, "Okay! I admit defeat today! Didn't you come here to join Yuanzhao Sect? I have four jade cards here. I'll give them all to you. Can I buy you to stop?"

As he said that, the young man in tight clothes took out the jade cards and threw them all on the ground. It seemed that he really didn't care about the jade cards.

Qin Sang glanced at the jade cards on the ground. A thoughtful look emerged on his face, and then he suddenly stared at the boy with his eyes, "With your strength, since you want to gain experience, why don't you take the initiative to look for people, but set a trap in such a remote place and wait for the rabbit? Unless you can be sure that someone will pass by here, and the person's strength is not weak. Either you definitely have more than four jade cards, or you already know that you must pass by here to go to the core area, am I right?"

The young man in tight clothes slightly changed color, opened his mouth, and was interrupted by Qin Sang again, "Don't tell me that you fell into the same area twice by coincidence. This kind of story can fool fools."

The young man in tight clothes was speechless for a while and finally smiled bitterly. "You came too fast, I really only have four jade cards in my hand."

Qin Sang's eyes narrowed slightly. "So…"

The young man in tight clothes nodded. "Yes, I have a map of the Bagua Forbidden Land. Although the Bagua Forbidden Land was occupied by Yuanzhaomen, it was jointly controlled by several forces before the treasures were looted. This map of mine was leaked at that time. If you are willing to stop, I can give you a copy of the map. There is a shortcut on the map that can guide you to avoid the danger ahead, and you will definitely win a place, but you must swear not to reveal it!"

Qin Sang said, "You won't believe me if I swear. I can only tell you that I will never do anything that is not good for me. You are just taking advantage of the Ascension Conference. Yuanzhaomen is a major sect of the righteous path. Are they going to hunt you down for such a trivial matter?"

"A righteous sect?"

The young man in tight clothes sneered. "You really think highly of them. Have you ever thought about why they mobilize so many troops to come to the forbidden area for the Ascension Conference, which could have been held in an arena, and kill so many people every time?"

Qin Sang asked curiously, "Why?"

"The restrictions of the Bagua Forbidden Area were on the verge of collapse two hundred years ago, but the Yuanzhao Sect found a secret method to continue to this day. Since then, the Yuanzhao Sect's Ascension Conference was moved into the forbidden area, and the rules have become more and more cruel... What is righteous? What is evil?"

The young man took out a jade slip with a sneer on his face. "Here is the map. If you and I take back the talisman at the same time, I will give it to you."

Qin Sang shook his head lightly. "Wait..."

The young man in tight clothes was furious. "Do you think I'm really afraid of you! If you keep pushing your luck, even if I die, I will take you with me!"

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It seems that he has been pushed to the bottom line.

Qin Sang's eyes flickered, and he said in a relaxed tone, "Why are you in such a hurry? I just want to check the goods first. What if your jade slip is not a map?"

In the end, the young man in tight clothes threw the jade slip to Qin Sang first. After Qin Sang confirmed that the jade slip was indeed a map, he agreed to shake hands and make peace.

The two withdrew their spiritual power at the same time, stared at each other, and slowly retreated to prevent the opponent from breaking his promise.

When the figure of the young man in tight clothes was almost invisible, Qin Sang put away the ebony sword and drove the empty wind away.

The young man in tight clothes stared at the direction where Qin Sang left, still with a face full of unwillingness. Then he suddenly remembered something and hurriedly raised the talisman in his hand in front of him. There were several cracks of varying thickness on it.

This was a sign that the power of the talisman was about to be exhausted. It could be used only once more before the talisman was completely destroyed.

In this battle, the two treasures that he relied on for survival were seriously damaged.

The young man's eyes showed deep heartache. He carefully put away the talisman and cursed a few words in the direction where Qin Sang fled. Only then did he dispel some of his depression. He took a magic pill and flashed to the edge of the pond. He stretched out his hand and waved, and the water in the pond rolled, with a green flag floating out of it.

He put away the big flag and burned the bait. The young man pondered for a moment, then controlled the Qingye magic weapon and disappeared into the rift valley.

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At this time, Qin Sang had found a hidden place to heal his wounds.

The fight between the two had reached the limit. The spiritual power in his body had been completely exhausted, and the overdraft was more serious than the last time. It had just been a bluff in front of the young man.

However, he estimated that the state of the young man in tight clothes was similar to his own, otherwise, he would not have surrendered so easily.

After two hours, Qin Sang came out of his hiding place. His face was still pale, clearly showing that it was not so easy to fully recover.

Qin Sang took out both the map and the jade token.

Qin Sang was not sure whether the map given by the boy would have any tricks, but he had to be on guard. So, he used the map and the jade tablets to verify each other. When the fourteen jade tablets were placed together, the clouds on them became thinner, and the terrain nearby could be vaguely seen.

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The core area of the Bagua Forbidden Land.

At this time, five reefs on the edge of the island had been occupied by people. In addition to the two foundation-building cultivators, Yu and Luan from Yuanzhao Sect and Zhao Yan, there was also a man and a woman.

If Qin Sang saw these two people, he would recognize them at a glance. The man was the senior brother who was about to break through the eighth level, named Ruan Nanfeng.

The woman was an unknown casual cultivator with a profound cultivation base, not much inferior to Ruan Nanfeng.

Obviously, the two of them were the first to stand out from the Ascension Conference.

The five people each occupied a reef, practicing in silence, and no one spoke.

At this moment, Luan Shan suddenly opened his eyes, raised his hand, and shot spiritual power at a place in the void. A light gate appeared where the spiritual power disappeared.

The fourteen jade tablets first emerged from the light gate.

Luan Shan nodded slightly, "Not bad."

Then a figure followed closely behind and flew out of the light gate with the jade token.

Luan Shan frowned slightly and said lightly, "Good luck."

It was Qin Sang who appeared at this time. The map given to him by the strong-suited boy was correct. Qin Sang easily avoided various dangerous places. The jade token was enough. He met a few casual cultivators on the way, but he ignored them and found the entrance to the core area without any twists or turns.

Qin Sang flew with the wind and saw five people sitting cross-legged on the edge of the island. He flew over and landed on a reef, bowing and saluting, "Qin Sang greets the two uncles, and greets the two brothers and sisters."

Ruan Nanfeng and the woman nodded to Qin Sang.

Zhao Yan looked at Qin Sang with interest and took the initiative to introduce them to him. "Brother Qin, this is Uncle Luan Shan, this is Uncle Yu Hua, my name is Zhao Yan, you can just call me Brother Zhao."

"Uncle Luan, Uncle Yu, Brother Zhao…"

After Qin Sang bowed one by one, he heard Uncle Luan say, "The Ascension Conference has not yet ended. You should find a reef to practice meditation. You must not enter the island to disturb others, otherwise, you will be expelled from the forbidden area immediately. After the twelve people are together, we will return to the sect together."

Qin Sang naturally had no objection. He glanced at the mysterious island and followed the instructions. He sat cross-legged on the reef but did not enter meditation directly. Instead, he lowered his head slightly, his eyes flickering as if he was lost in thought.

At this moment, Qin Sang suddenly felt something strange. He raised his head as if nothing had happened, but saw Zhao Yan staring at him with a playful look on his face. He was secretly awed in his heart. He smiled at Zhao Yan as if nothing had happened, restrained his distracting thoughts, practiced his skills, and meditated.

After an unknown amount of time, Luan Shan opened the light gate again, and two men came out together. They were still recognized.

After a while, Luan Shan opened the light gate again, and two people came in.

At this time, everyone knew that the number of people coming later would be faster and faster, and the Ascension Conference would soon end, so they stopped entering into meditation. Qin Sang found that in addition to himself and Ruan Nanfeng, there was another senior brother named Liu Yi who stood out among his fellow disciples of Kui Yin Sect. He was also one of the five people who broke through the seventh level of Qi Refining.

Strangely, since entering the core area, Liu Yi looked worried, and he was also unhappy sitting on the reef. No one knew what difficulties he had encountered.

Liu Yi was fidgeting on the reef and suddenly clenched his fists. He raised his head suddenly and said, "Two uncles, I have something to report…"

Halfway through his words, Liu Yi's face was suddenly full of pain, and his voice stopped abruptly. Then a layer of black air filled his face, exuding a foul smell. His body tilted, and he fell into the lake without a sound.

The sudden change startled everyone, and they all flew into the air. Yu Hua flashed to the reef where Liu Yi was, fished out his body, and after checking it, he said lightly, "It seems that he was poisoned by some kind of insect poison, and it has been dormant until now. Senior Brother Luan, are there still poisonous insects rampant in the forbidden area?"

When talking about insect poison, Yu Hua looked at Qin Sang and Ruan Nanfeng meaningfully.

Qin Sang felt cold all over, and when he looked at Ruan Nanfeng, there was also a deep sense of fear in his eyes.

Could this Uncle Yu be a spy of the Kui Yin Sect? Even the foundation-building cultivators were infiltrated. How many people from the Kui Yin Sect were lurking in the Yuanzhao Sect?

He had the idea of informing on others just now. After all, he was not afraid of the threat of the heart-eating worm. Fortunately, his reason suppressed it in an instant. Thinking about it now, Qin Sang couldn't help but feel a little scared.

Luan Shan didn't notice the secret between them and said nonchalantly, "I have also been in charge of the Ascension Conference for a while. I have heard before that there are poisonous swamps in it, and there must be poisonous insects living there. This boy was poisoned by the insects, but he was still unaware of it. His death is not a pity. Brother Yu, please throw the body outside to avoid polluting the quiet place, and you can leave one more person later."

Yu Hua clapped his hands and smiled, "No hurry, leave it for the disciples behind to remind them to be more careful, otherwise they will die without knowing how they died in the future when they are in the world of immortal cultivation."

Liu Yi's body was left on the reef, and all the disciples stayed away from it. After waiting for a while, the twelve people finally arrived.

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The Moon Crossing Raft carried Luan Shan, Yu Hua, Zhao Yan, Qin Sang, and the other twelve new disciples, returning to Yuanzhao Sect via the same route. The other independent cultivators who failed to make it into the top twelve were dismissed on the spot.

In addition to Qin Sang and Ruan Nanfeng, there was another senior sister named Wu Liuyue who earned a place, but her cultivation was only at the sixth level of the Qi Refining Stage.

Had Liu Yi not died, the fellow disciples of Kuiyin Sect could have occupied one-third of the quota.

Qin Sang also saw several senior brothers and sisters who failed, leaving the Bagua Forbidden Land with worry, unsure of what fate awaited them.

However, Qin Sang was more concerned about himself.

"You will be disciples of Yuanzhao Sect in the future, and you must abide by the rules of the sect. If you betray the sect, you will be killed without mercy!" 

Yu Hua was explaining the rules of Yuanzhao Sect with a righteous expression, but Qin Sang found it ironic.

"After entering the sect, you will start as errand disciples to hone your character. The distribution of errands should have been arranged by your Uncle Du himself, but he is temporarily absent today, so I will take over."

As he spoke, Yu Hua took out twelve blank waist cards made of spiritual wood from his mustard seed bag, scanned everyone a few times, pondered for a moment, then took one, used his spiritual power as a pen, wrote on the waist card in one go, and threw it to Ruan Nanfeng.

"Ruan Nanfeng, you are practicing the Yin Fire True Method. Go to the Fire Alkanes Room to guard the furnace."

"Kunli..."

"Wu Liuyue..."

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Yu Hua arranged the others one by one, and no one dared object.

At that moment, Qin Sang suddenly heard his name.

"Qin Sang, since you are practicing the water-based method, go to Xingyun Valley to take care of the spiritual field. Take it."

Under Yu Hua's gaze, Qin Sang obediently responded, reached out to take the waist card, and opened it to see a few lines of words written on it.

"Yuanzhao Sect's entry disciple, Xingyun Valley, Qin Sang."

Finally, the twelve people were assigned to different places. Ruan Nanfeng went to the Fire Chamber, and Wu Liuyue went to the Demon-Huanling Ridge. It sounded like they were not important, and from Yu Hua's tone, these chores were quite heavy.

Qin Sang remembered the disdainful tone of the young man in tight clothes when he mentioned the errand disciples and couldn't help but smile bitterly. He had joined the immortal sect to seek immortality, but now he had to do these errands. Not only was the work hard, but most of his time for cultivation would also be occupied. He didn't know how long it would take to get through it. No wonder the young man in tight clothes looked down on them.

"You should do your best at what you are tasked with. The sect will notice. If you are diligent enough, it is not uncommon for a senior brother in the foundation-building period to be accepted as a true disciple."

Yu Hua encouraged them for a moment, and while he was speaking, the Moon-Duan raft was already close to the gate of Yuanzhao Sect.

At that moment, a light flew from the nearby forest. A thin old man in his fifties or sixties, with a somewhat anxious look on his face, wearing a green Taoist robe and stepping on a green bamboo, flew towards them at high speed.

"Brother Du!"

Luan Shan hurriedly stopped the Moon Crossing Raft and greeted the newcomer along with Yu Hua.

Zhao Yan also greeted Uncle Master Du, and Qin Sang and the others followed suit. They had heard from Yu Hua that this person was Du Siye, who was responsible for the chores of the new disciples.

"Brother Du, isn't there something going on in the clan? Why did you return so quickly?" Yu Hua asked curiously.

Du Siye shook his head and said angrily, "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Junior Brother Yu. The young men in the clan are useless. They make a fuss when they encounter a little trouble. They almost delayed my important plan. I've ordered them to reflect on their mistakes."

Yu Hua comforted him, "Brother Du, since you are the clan leader, it is not easy to manage the family. Don't get angry over trivial matters. Don't worry, Brother Du. I have made arrangements for these disciples according to your instructions. See if there are any omissions that need to be adjusted."

"Oh?"

After looking at the badges of everyone, Du Siye's expression eased, and he praised, "The allocations made by Junior Brother Yu are just right for everyone's characteristics, and there is no need for adjustment. I just mentioned it casually before. I didn't expect to trouble Junior Brother Yu to make a trip in person. Thank you very much." After complimenting Yu Hua, Du Siye turned to look at Qin Sang and the others. With a wave of his hand, countless items flew out of his mustard seed bag, so dense that they almost covered half of the sky.

"Take these entry-level magic tools. Some are for cultivation, and some are for doing chores."

Qin Sang saw several streams of light flying toward him, and hurriedly reached out to catch them.

A gray mustard seed bag and a book with the Five Elements spell written on it.

The magic tools included a very ordinary spiritual sword, which was only a low-grade magic tool. In fact, this sword was a flying magic tool, not the same as the flying swords of sword cultivators. Its speed was far slower than that of Pingxufeng.

There was also a green Taoist robe, also a low-grade magic tool. It could not be used for combat, but after wearing it, it could isolate dust and dirt, making it quite practical.

A bamboo leaf woven cushion. Uncle Du said that it was made from the leaves of a spiritual bamboo called water heart bamboo. Sitting on the cushion during cultivation had an excellent effect of calming the mind.

There was also a magic tool that looked like a white cloud. Qin Sang looked around and realized he was the only one with this item.