Published: February 24, 2025
“I may not see that day,” the Bing Qing Daoist felt a sense of melancholy in his heart and softly said, “Qingfeng, Tan Yun still retains his identity as a disposable disciple, so let him stay in the Spirit Mountain Herb Garden.”
“In more than two years, if he can advance to the ninth layer of the fetal soul realm, I want him to participate in the nine meridians grand competition as a disposable disciple, to let the other eight chief disciples know that many of the so-called geniuses under them are actually not as good as our Danmai’s disposables!”
Once the Bing Qing Daoist finished speaking, she looked meaningfully at Shen Wende, “Qingfeng has been an attendant in the Spirit Mountain Herb Garden for too long. I have always been unable to find a chance to promote him. Therefore, Tan Yun cannot be given to you.”
“No matter what happens in the future, even if I am no longer here. As long as Tan Yun can make a name for himself on the Crouching Dragon Rankings in two years and achieve great results, then Qingfeng can hope for a promotion to the elder position, do you understand?”
Listening to the Bing Qing Daoist’s words, which sounded like a final farewell, Shen Wende and Shen Qingfeng were taken aback. When they recalled her haggard appearance, an ominous premonition suddenly arose!
“Miss, what’s wrong with you?” Shen Qingfeng asked with a worried expression.
“It’s nothing.” The Bing Qing Daoist smiled faintly, “I’m tired; you may leave now.”
“Old servant takes his leave.” After Shen Wende and Shen Qingfeng responded, they turned to leave, but the Bing Qing Daoist’s voice of expectation rang again behind them, “Wende, is there any news about the spiritual herb bounty list published by the two major auction houses in Fang City?”
Shen Wende turned around and sighed, “Miss, although many people have viewed it over the past dozen days, there has been no news of the Tortoise Breath Ice Orchid, Ghostly Soul Yin Stone Lotus, or Scarlet Flame Spiritual Grass so far.”
“And as for the Revival Jade Grass, it was also posted four days ago by this old servant, but there have been no updates.”
After speaking, Shen Wende hesitated for a moment and said, “Miss, you look so haggard. Is it because of this matter?”
The Bing Qing Daoist slightly nodded her head and said, “Alright, it’s nothing. You may leave now.”
After Shen Wende and Shen Qingfeng left with heavy hearts, a hint of final hope appeared in the Bing Qing Daoist's dimmed beautiful eyes.
She hoped that the various elders could find the four types of spiritual herbs in the Small Secret Realms.
Not long after Shen Wende and Shen Qingfeng left, a solemn-looking elderly man in his sixties flew down to the Ice Clear Immortal Mountain using sword control.
This man was the inner sect law enforcement elder: Qiu Yongming.
Since his son Qiu Qilin was killed outside the city gates of Huangfu Fang City just a few days ago, it seemed he had aged several decades.
“Is Ice Clear Chief here?” Qiu Yongming stopped outside the Ice Clear Hall and clasped his fists in greeting.
The hall doors slowly opened, and the Bing Qing Daoist walked out gracefully, smiling softly, “What brings Elder Qiu here?”
“Alas! It’s hard to explain!” Qiu Yongming sighed softly, then continued, “What happened to Ice Clear Chief? You don’t look well either.”
“Recently, there have been some troubling matters in the sect, making me feel a bit weary.” The Bing Qing Daoist sighed, “Elder Qiu, please come in.”
“Not necessary, I have come here to ask Ice Clear Chief to have the sect elders cooperate with me on some matters.” Qiu Yongming suddenly became fierce, “My son was killed not long ago. Our sect disciples took soul sniffing beasts to the nine meridians’ mountain gates.”
“Eventually, they found the killer’s scent in front of your meridian’s mountain gate. Therefore, for the next period of time, which may last several months or as short as a month, my inner sect law enforcement disciples will scour the area within an eighty-thousand-mile radius with soul sniffing beasts. I hope Ice Clear Chief does not mind.”