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    No, it wasn’t just that we left late.

    From the very beginning, we shouldn’t have come on this trip, Lin Zhu thought.

    In just one night, too much had happened in this forest. He had heard too much and seen too much.

    In the world of Immortals, some muddy waters aren’t impossible to wade into, but those who do will never be able to escape.

    And some things aren’t impossible to see, but will those who see them be silenced?

    However, judging by the current situation, the Second Palace Master Ye still has a use for him.

    Lin Zhu composed himself and walked towards the Eight-Part Revolving Flower.

    Picking spiritual plants is what the people of the Dan Ding Sect are best at. A vibrant green spiritual power appeared in Lin Zhu’s hand, extending down the flower stem and enveloping its entire root system before slowly pulling it out.

    The disciples had long prepared a jade box that could preserve the medicinal power of the spiritual plant. As soon as the Revolving Flower was pulled out, it was sealed into the jade box.

    Then, Lin Zhu inscribed a spirit-gathering array on the jade box.

    A series of movements, meticulous and orderly. But Li Yuan always felt that these people were glancing at him, especially those few disciples.

    Li Yuan also felt that their gazes were strange, but he couldn’t quite describe what was strange about them. Suspicious and uncertain, yet carrying a hint of awe.

    As for that little Daoist child, he looked like he was about to cry.

    What, never seen a dragon before? His eyes shouldn’t have reverted to vertical pupils.

    He knew them, but they didn’t know him. He would have to introduce himself later, what a nuisance.

    After inscribing the array, Lin Zhu presented the jade box to Ye Zhuo.

    “Second Palace Master Ye, there is one more thing,” Lin Zhu said.

    “What is it?”

    Lin Zhu wanted to say that when the Clear Turbidity Boundary was divided earlier, he had also sensed the aura of another person, and wondered if Second Palace Master Ye had noticed it.

    “Earlier—”

    Before Lin Zhu could finish speaking, Li Yuan suddenly looked up in a certain direction.

    In an instant, everyone felt a stagnation around them, and an abyssal spiritual power surged like a raging wave, abruptly interrupting Lin Zhu’s words.

    Almost at the same time, a hurried female voice suddenly rang out from the shadows in the forest: “Be careful!”

    And in that split second, an extremely enchanting red light suddenly shone on the body of the Supreme Simplicity corpse, instantly becoming intensely bright!

    Then, the red light swept towards Ye Zhuo!

    —It all happened in an instant.

    Li Yuan’s face was cold, and he had already raised his palm towards that place.

    A fluttering blade light flashed in the forest, and a ghostly figure appeared in front of Ye Zhuo, the blade facing forward, slashing at the ominous red light.

    The three forces contended, and the heavens and earth instantly stirred and roared. The disciples were caught off guard and staggered back several steps from the aftermath.

    When the Qi dissipated and the dust settled, they saw that the overwhelming eerie red light had stopped, and blocking it was not only Li Yuan, but also the woman who had suddenly appeared to stand in front of Ye Zhuo.

    It stopped three feet in front of Ye Zhuo. Like a pair of eyes, it was quietly staring at Ye Zhuo. The red mist flowed like blood, and it didn’t stop, it was still accumulating power. If someone let go, it would attack Ye Zhuo again.

    This was definitely not a good thing.

    The woman who had suddenly appeared was dressed in a black, close-fitting outfit, with a delicate gold scroll holding her hair up high. The blade in her hand was horizontally resisting the blood-red mist, and her clear eyes were looking up at it, reflected in a scarlet hue.

    In fact, when her figure suddenly appeared, Lin Zhu’s heart was on edge again. The sudden change was already dangerous, and the fact that someone was hiding in the shadows made it even more unsettling.

    But seeing Palace Master Ye’s calm expression, Sect Leader Lin’s breathing finally slowly calmed down. It seemed that this was another acquaintance.

    Looking closely, she was somewhat familiar, dressed in the style of the Hundred Enquiries Pavilion. How could she be so much like the young pavilion master of the Hundred Enquiries Pavilion, Miss Ling Ming?

    The blood light was overwhelming, and Li Yuan and Ling Ming were deadlocked with it. Ye Zhuo put away the jade box, and looked up at it.

    On closer inspection, it was actually an exceptionally beautiful and bizarre blood-red talisman.

    The pattern seemed to have the movement of the stars, but the aura it emitted was not the vastness of the stars, but a surge of killing intent, endless coldness and gloom, like a curse.

    Actually, Ye Zhuo wasn’t surprised. The Supreme Simplicity spoke so much before his death, delaying time, there must be a reason.

    Ye Zhuo: “What is this?”

    “A Watchfire Order.” Staring at the talisman, Ling Ming said, “It hasn’t appeared in many years, so it was indeed in the hands of the Upper Purity Mountain. To use it on you. It seems, they really want you dead.”

    Ye Zhuo said: “An old object from the Watchfire Cave, is it?”

    “Yes.”

    “Watchfire Cave?” Three Seven beside Lin Zhu suddenly spoke, “Could it be the assassination in the legends—”

    His words stopped abruptly, his dumb acupoint was sealed again.

    Li Yuan felt that he seemed a little out of place.

    How could everyone know, even an apprentice who hadn’t finished his training, but only he didn’t?

    “Looks like a teleportation talisman,” Li Yuan said, “What does it do?”

    “The Watchfire Cave was the number one sect of the crooked ways a long time ago.”

    Ling Ming looked up at the talisman, and smiled: “There are many categories of crooked ways, but they no longer exist. Among them, the Watchfire Cave cultivated the way of life and death, using hidden assassination techniques. In short, when it hadn’t disappeared from the world, it was the number one assassination business in the world.”

    “The Watchfire Order is the highest-level pursuit order of the Watchfire Cave. If this order marks a person, the top masters of the Azure, White, Vermillion, and Black Divisions of the Watchfire Cave will instantly appear and assassinate this person, without end until death.”

    Many years ago, in the human world, when the Upper Purity Mountain had not yet unified the righteous path, and the demonic path was still able to survive, and the crooked ways still occupied a place among the hundreds of schools, the Watchfire Holy Order was a terrifying death warrant.

    Once this order was issued, it meant that the person in the order was bound to die.

    Of course, it cost a fortune to mobilize this order at that time. But now, who can they pay?

    “Masters of the Four Divisions?” Ye Zhuo looked at the four symbols of the stars and constellations changing on the curse talisman, “To use this order, they must still be in the world. How many of them are there, and what realm are they in?”

    “There are fifteen Tribulation Transcendance and four Human Immortals in the Four Divisions of the Watchfire Cave.” Ling Ming said these two numbers without thinking, as if she blurted them out.

    She was still looking there, and said softly, “When they disappeared, that was their realm.”

    “How many years has it been?”

    “One hundred and thirty-seven years.” She said.

    “Good.” Ye Zhuo said.

    Then he stepped forward, his finger brushing aside Ling Ming’s blade.

    Ling Ming looked at him in confusion.

    Li Yuan sighed lightly, already understanding.

    “You really are,” he said.

    Ye Zhuo looked at him: “What about me?”

    “Never mind,” Li Yuan said, “Can’t I be a good person for nothing?”

    Ye Zhuo had a faint smile in his eyes: “It’s good that you know.”

    Li Yuan snorted and chuckled, calmly withdrawing his hand.

    In an instant, the blood light of the Watchfire Order skyrocketed, completely submerging into Ye Zhuo’s body.

    Nineteen figures silently appeared under the night sky.

    With a sword cry, the Reverse Scale Sword was drawn again.

    This sword is named “No Self,” and when the sword was completed, it was escorted by nine levels of thunder tribulation.

    Such a precious sword must see blood when it is unsheathed.

    The secret shadows spread out like a net, and the killing intent was fully revealed. Under the Watchfire Order, there would be no end until death.

    —Then there would be no end until death.

    The night sky was like a breathtaking curtain. Swordsmen and assassins are actually the same.

    There is no supreme Dao domain, only the exchange of blades, stepping through the flames of knives, in the midst of all things in the human world, life and death.

    The people on the ground looked up at the red-clothed figure turning like a startled goose, like an unparalleled cold sword, piercing straight into the net of blades and blood.

    As long as he doesn’t die, every sword he wields is for sharpening himself.

    In the void, the moonlight was like a cleansing.

    He had entered a realm of no one.

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