Duan Ze noticed the gaze and quickly stopped his actions. With his hands behind his back, he spoke in a sharp tone, “Do I have to answer just because you ask? Do you even deserve it?”

Xie Qingyu’s body stiffened upon hearing the other person’s words. When he looked up, he was met with a pair of indifferent eyes. Duan Ze continued, “Even though your shifu and I aren’t as close as we used to be, I wouldn’t go so far as to reveal information to someone who wants to harm him.”

The man’s words were like icy daggers piercing the bone, causing Xie Qingyu to shiver all over. He opened his mouth but didn’t know what to say.

Seeing that he remained silent, Duan Ze summoned a magical artifact from his storage ring, ready to leave. He had no reason to waste time here.

At that moment, Xie Qingyu suddenly stood up from the ground and questioned, “But didn’t you help me with my plan to trap my shifu when I intended to harm him? You hate him too.”

Xie Qingyu spoke with certainty. He had clearly seen the intense hatred in Xue Jiang’s eyes when looking at Duan Ze, a genuine emotion that was definitely not faked.

Upon hearing this, Chi Xiuzhu couldn’t help but curse Xie Qingyu for being a fool. His eyes flickered with regret for not leaving earlier. Now, it seemed like he might really lose his life here.

What made him even more furious was that the High Immortal Duan Ze had such a misfortune of having a disciple and a friend who both wanted to harm him.

Duan Ze paused his actions and turned to look at Xie Qingyu, but he didn’t use his pressure to intimidate him. Instead, he calmly said, “So what if I did?”

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell my shifu about this?” Xie Qingyu threatened. “If my shifu finds out, do you think he’ll let you go?”

After he said this, Chi Xiuzhu felt a tightness in his chest and shortness of breath. It seemed like the other person spoke without thinking.

Initially, they could still struggle a bit with Xue Jiang’s attitude, but with this one sentence, it was like they were rushing to their deaths.

Sure enough, Duan Ze’s calm aura suddenly changed, and a murderous intent surrounded the two of them. With a slight movement of his fingers, Xie Qingyu felt as if an invisible hand was choking his neck, his face turning red and veins bulging.

Duan Ze’s eyes held a cold smile as he said in a deep voice, “Do you think I’ll give you the chance to speak out?”

Xie Qingyu raised his hand to cover his neck, struggling a few times but unable to break free. The long-lost fear crept back into his heart, and his previously impulsive and heated mind gradually cooled down.

He had thought Xue Jiang would spare him because he was Duan Ze’s disciple, but now it seemed that wasn’t the case.

As the intake of oxygen decreased, a hint of panic finally appeared on the boy’s face. “I’m sorry…”

Duan Ze raised an eyebrow, moving his fingers again. “Sorry for what?”

The boy noticed the force on his neck lightened a bit, quickly taking a deep breath, only to choke and cough uncontrollably. After a while, he hoarsely said, “I shouldn’t have followed you, and I shouldn’t have threatened you.”

Duan Ze shrugged with a fearless look, “Actually, even if you told him, I wouldn’t care.”

Letting Immortal Xue Jiang take the blame wasn’t very honorable, but it shouldn’t affect him much. At that time, just invite him for tea and announce their relationship.

Chi Xiuzhu kept a low profile the whole time, using his spiritual power to resist the aggressive killing intent emanating from Xue Jiang while planning how to ensure his own survival.

Although Xue Jiang was formidable, there was still a gap compared to Duan Ze. Yet, the current Xue Jiang was unexpectedly confident, completely unafraid of the High Immortal Duan Ze’s pursuit.

“I’m quite curious, what did your shifu do to you that made you hate him so much?” Duan Ze asked, looking at Xie Qingyu.

…

Xiao Wuchen stood outside the treasure pavilion, glancing at the Cangyu Sect disciples who were supposed to be guarding it.

In an instant, those who had been playing chess or dozing off shivered at the sight of the newcomer, quickly gathering their things and returning to their positions.

Their faces were extremely pale, knowing they were doomed.

The treasure pavilion was an extremely important place in the Cangyu Sect, housing not only rare treasures but also twenty-five small cultivation worlds.

Simply put, their continent belonged to the upper realm in the eyes of these small worlds. Whenever someone ascended from a small world, they would emerge, shedding all previous memories, and be transformed into infants by the spiritual qi of the continent, to be adopted by the sect.

It’s somewhat like reincarnation.

These individuals, born with celestial bones, cultivated much faster than others and had higher talent, but that was about it. Still, it was enough to make other sects envious.

Only the four major sects possessed these small worlds, and they had the responsibility to protect them while accepting ascendants.

Unfortunately, the chances of ascension from small worlds were very low. In about a thousand years, only one would ascend from ten small worlds. Some sects couldn’t even wait that long before being replaced by new ones.

Moreover, if a problem arose within and wasn’t promptly stopped, resulting in a demon seed, once it ascended, it would go to the demon realm corresponding to the cultivation realm. The demon seed wouldn’t lose its memory, and there had been instances of sects being wiped out by demon seeds.

Their lax attitude towards the treasure pavilion was key, and it was witnessed by the High Immortal Duan Ze.

The other party was always cold and unapproachable, and this time they were bound to face severe punishment.

The disciples’ faces turned pale, staring straight ahead, not daring to move.

Xiao Wuchen looked at the Cangyu Sect disciples, ensuring they saw him. With a mischievous intent, he waited a bit longer until their nervous breathing slowed, then walked into the treasure pavilion without a trace of guilt.

The Cangyu Sect’s treasure pavilion resembled a spiraling feather floating in mid-air, pure white and immaculate, with golden runes forming several protective halos around it.

The disciples dared to be so lax because the treasure pavilion itself had strong defensive capabilities against unauthorized individuals. Even the Demon Lord of the demon realm couldn’t enter.

Xiao Wuchen touched the feather, recalling a time he sneaked in and almost lost a hand to burns. Now, he could not only touch it but also freely enter without being repelled.

The entrance to the treasure pavilion was a barrier door. Upon entering, there was a moment of spatial distortion, followed by rows and layers of dazzling magical artifacts.

He walked to the center of the treasure pavilion, looking up. At the topmost floor, a locked room held the thing he longed for.

But now wasn’t the time.

The man lowered his head, glanced around, and took two steps back.

He returned to the entrance of the library pavilion, reached in, and with a tear, opened another door.

Author’s Note: Xiao Wuchen: “I’m off to cause some trouble!”

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