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The sky was azure, a clear expanse stretching for ten thousand miles.

Before the main hall of the Moon Slicing Sect, many disciples had gathered.

Sect Leader Huo Chunshui stood at the forefront of the crowd, his voice passionate and stirring as he recounted the sect's tales of rise and fall. The disciples listened, their hearts swelling with emotion, inspired and motivated.

Then, with a wave of Huo Chunshui's sleeve, a massive flying ship hovered in mid-air. Supported by his true energy, hundreds of elite disciples soared and landed on the ship's deck.

"This journey is for the Grand Sect Competition of the Falling Moon Sect. I hope you disciples can display the might of our Moon Slicing Sect and not lose face for the sect."

"Of course, just do your best. No matter the outcome, you are all outstanding disciples of the Moon Slicing Sect."

Huo Chunshui's tone was gentle as he turned to look at Wang Lu and Chen Changsheng, softly saying, "This journey will take a month. I'll entrust these disciples to your care."

"Sect Leader, rest assured!"

The two clasped their fists, speaking in unison.

Under Wang Lu's control, the flying ship soared into the sky, transforming into a streak of light, carrying everyone across the beautiful landscape.

Miaomiao was filled with curiosity about the scenery flashing by on both sides, standing at the edge of the ship for a full hour without tiring.

The disciples of the Moon Slicing Sect were all full of fighting spirit, eagerly anticipating the journey.

Only Chen Changsheng and Wang Lu remained vigilant, surveying their surroundings.

Chen Changsheng, in particular, was extremely cautious. While moving around the ship, he left array flags in various corners.

These past few years hadn't been uneventful. He had discovered disciples of the Underworld Soul Sect near the Moon Slicing Sect, all there to gather intelligence. Although these individuals had been secretly dealt with, he dared not underestimate or be careless.

As a precaution, Chen Changsheng opened the chat group, preparing to ask Wu Yingmei for a divination.

Suddenly, he received a private message.

Luo Liuxi: "I've just finished my breakthrough and emerged from seclusion. I've seen your message. I will be at the Myriad Hands Palace to stabilize my realm for the next few years. Bring this token to the Myriad Hands Palace to find me."

Attached to the message was a red envelope.

Chen Changsheng was stunned upon receiving the message, then his face lit up with joy.

After waiting for seven long years, Luo Liuxi had finally emerged from seclusion and had even agreed to help eliminate the Underworld Soul Curse.

Beautiful and kind-hearted, she was truly a fairy!

Chen Changsheng replied first, then claimed the red envelope, saying, "Congratulations, Fairy Luo, on breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage. Thank you also for your assistance. I will visit the Myriad Hands Palace to find you in a while. If there is anything I can help with, please do not hesitate to ask."

Luo Liuxi: "Diligent cultivation is the greatest help. I hope that in the future on the path of immortality, many group members can accompany Changsheng, rather than being alone."

Look at that, the difference in perspective between people!

These few simple words not only reflected Luo Liuxi's perspective and vision but also demonstrated her high emotional intelligence when dealing with people.

Regardless of whether Luo Liuxi's words came from her true thoughts, her speech and vision alone already far surpassed those of other cultivators.

Then look at Chen Xizhong…

Forget it, he's not worthy of being mentioned in the same breath as a virtuous and respected cultivator.

Afterward, Chen Changsheng opened Wu Yingmei's private message box: "Fellow Daoist Wu, help me calculate my recent fortune."

Wu Yingmei: "No major waves."

Chen Changsheng: "Why are you all so brief now? Has your divination skill become rusty?"

[Gender: Female]

[Aptitude: Low-Grade Aptitude]

[Cultivation: Early Foundation Establishment]

Chen Changsheng: "???"

We agreed that everyone had ordinary aptitude, so why is there an upgrade?

Chen Changsheng: "As expected of the hidden sect's foundation, to be able to bring out natural treasures that improve aptitude. Is this the confidence behind your hundred-year agreement?"

Wu Yingmei said with a hint of a smile, "Are you afraid?"

What a joke, I am an immortal being. Aptitude improvement is nothing more than that in my eyes.

Chen Changsheng curled his lips and closed the dialog box after chatting casually for a few words.

… …

Unknowingly, night deepened, and the bright moon hung high in the sky. The flying ship streaked across the brilliant night sky like a shooting star.

Many disciples had already returned to their rooms to cultivate, seizing every moment to improve their cultivation. Wang Lu had to control the flying ship, so he was meditating on the deck.

Only the master and disciple were the most leisurely. Miaomiao skillfully brewed tea for her master, while Chen Changsheng lay in a rocking chair, closing his eyes to rest and gently swaying.

"Master, do flying ships have opera to watch?" Miaomiao asked in a clear voice.

"Flying ships don't have opera to watch. We are all cultivators, we don't know how to sing opera," Chen Changsheng replied casually.

"So it's not opera? What is that sister doing in the forest? Why is it like an opera performance in the city?"

"Sister in the forest?"

Chen Changsheng opened his eyes in a daze, seeing his silly disciple staring at the dark forest in the distance.

Following her gaze, there really was someone performing opera!

In the deserted and silent forest, a bright red stage was set up.

A red-skirted woman with a beauty that could shame the moon and eclipse the flowers stood on the stage, singing songs in a theatrical voice, sharp and melodious, her voice spreading far and wide.

Before he knew it, he was captivated.

"Master, when are we leaving?"

Suddenly, Miaomiao's ethereal voice made Chen Changsheng's body tremble, instantly waking him from the opera's song.

Immediately, he suddenly discovered that all the members of the Moon Slicing Sect were sitting on wooden benches in front of the stage at some point.

Chen Changsheng's pupils constricted slightly, and goosebumps instantly rose all over his body as he looked around.

He saw the disciples of the Moon Slicing Sect sitting upright, with strange and stiff smiles on their faces, their eyes staring blankly at the woman's figure on the stage.

"Not good! We've been tricked!"

Chen Changsheng shouted at everyone, quickly throwing out talismans and sticking them on himself and Miaomiao, causing faint ripples of light.

However, his call only woke Wang Lu. The rest of the disciples were still sitting stiffly on the wooden benches, like puppets on a string, immersed in the opera.

"This is… an illusion? When were we tricked?"

Wang Lu's face showed surprise and doubt. He held a longbow and a long sword hanging on his back, and his Foundation Establishment stage true energy erupted to protect him, aiming his bow and arrow at the woman on the stage.

Whoosh!

An azure, icy arrow shot out. The red-skirted woman on the stage was still singing opera, taking the opportunity to dance with the prop spear.

With a crisp clang, the spear and arrow collided, creating red light ripples. The ice arrow quickly dissolved like winter snow entering spring, turning into a puddle of water and sprinkling down.

"Young master, please listen to my song~"

The woman's theatrical voice came, and she waved the spear in her hand forward, like a vertical sword energy cutting off the heavens and the earth.

Wang Lu's expression changed slightly, and the long sword behind him suddenly flew horizontally to his chest.

Clang!

Metal clashed, sparks flew.

The tearing cutting sound was sharp and ear-piercing, but the roaring shockwave that was set off did not affect the Moon Slicing Sect disciples who were watching the opera at all.

"Brother Wang, I'll help you."

Chen Changsheng's expression was solemn, and he gently patted the sword box.

The nurtured sword energy tore through the sky, the sound of swords ringing through the clouds, and nine sharp swords flew out of the box one after another, flying towards the stage as fast as lightning!