Yu Xiangsi did not intend to insist, and said: "Then will you stay in the Golden Phoenix Pavilion? This is the intelligence agency of the Mountain and Sea Alliance, no need to expose yourself again... Originally, I wanted to cultivate you, and develop the Xuni Pavilion into something similar to the Golden Phoenix Pavilion in a few years."

Liu Qingcheng shook her head and said: "I want to go to Yong’an State."

Yu Xiangsi was a bit puzzled: "Yong’an State? That is also a main battlefield for the Mountain and Sea Alliance, very dangerous. If you don’t act with the Mountain and Sea Alliance, what are you going to do there?"

Liu Qingcheng looked up, her beautiful eyes clear: "I want to save people, the cultivation technique he taught me can save lives... Even if I can only save one person, it would bring me some peace of mind."

The "Spring Hub Sutra" is the most orthodox cultivation technique of the Taoist Sect, capable of driving away demons and curing diseases.

Yong’an State has millions of disaster victims, currently displaced.

Most of them will probably gather to rebel, but many are just ordinary disaster victims who cannot receive any help.

In this world, there are so many people who can single-handedly cover the sky, yet few are willing to offer a helping hand to the weak.

She is willing to be that person.

Not for any other reason, just because she is also weak, also once helpless, but she had seen that light.

Yu Xiangsi thought for a moment, then nodded: "Very well."

No matter what Liu Qingcheng chooses later, it is indeed safer to have the Mountain and Sea Alliance in Yong’an State than elsewhere.

Yu Xiangsi can also understand why Liu Qingcheng would do this; the disappearance of the Xuni Pavilion is truly a huge blow for her, needing some psychological comfort.

She sighed, instructing: "Qingcheng, if you insist on doing this, I won’t persuade you otherwise, but this path is not easy..."

Yu Xiangsi nagged for a while, just like she used to, and Liu Qingcheng listened quietly without impatience.

Until Yu Xiangsi finished talking, Liu Qingcheng suddenly said:

"Since Xuni Pavilion no longer exists, Elder Bai Hu doesn’t have to call me Qingcheng anymore. Before my mother passed away, she gave me a name."

Qingcheng was just a fancy name for beauty.

During this period, she roughly understood how her mother died back then—Golden Phoenix Pavilion was the main stronghold of the Demon Race, while Xuni Pavilion developed later. Before, Xuni Pavilion was run by ordinary people, cruelly treating half-demons.

This turning point in time was when Yu Xiangsi—or Elder Bai Hu, pretending to be Yu Xiangsi—became the madam of Xuni Pavilion.

Yu Xiangsi was taken aback, not expecting this, because Yu Xiangsi was her real name.

Curiously, she asked: "What name?"

Liu Qingcheng took a deep breath, revealed a faint smile, and said:

"Ci Ke, from now on, my name is Liu Ci Ke."

"Disturbing the returning geese doesn’t form words, fallen leaves of Ci Ke know autumn best."

...

Cang Xing led his disciples to the border of Zangfeng State, only to find that the scene before them was far more terrifying than imagined.

Everything within sight, all the way to the horizon, was blank.

Everything here vanished into thin air, leaving nothing behind.

Everyone gasped, instinctively holding their breath for a moment.

Cang Xing became increasingly convinced that this had to be the work of Martial Saint, otherwise why would other Saints suddenly appear here.

But where has the Martial Saint gone?

Cang Xing looked around but did not find the simple and swarthy youth.

Could it be... that the Martial Saint has already left?

Cang Xing couldn’t help but regret that he wasn’t well-prepared this time and didn’t even get to say a few words with the Martial Saint, spending all his time confirming arrangements and subsequent tasks with Chen Kuang.

However, this is not a big problem. Surely, after this incident, Martial Saint must have a good understanding of his abilities, knowing that even among the talented members of the Martial Saint Pavilion, he, Cang Xing, is an invaluable asset!

Cang Xing stroked his stubble, feeling proud and confident, thinking himself high-spirited.

Even though the Martial Saint Pavilion has the name "Martial Saint."

Its initial connection to the Martial Saint was actually minimal.

The members of the pavilion actually gathered out of admiration for the Martial Saint, resolved to follow him, choosing the highly esteemed Wen Hongsheng as the Pavilion Master.

Although later, the Martial Saint acknowledged their sincerity, approving the existence of the Martial Saint Pavilion. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Allowing the pavilion to establish itself atop Tai Mountain and maintain the Dao Transmission Stele, essentially turning it from a civilian organization into a semi-official one.

But in truth, few have actually seen the Martial Saint in person or had the opportunity to work for him.

Even Wen Hongsheng, in decades, maybe saw the Martial Saint a handful of times.

For an ordinary Grandmaster like Cang Xing, especially one who founded his sect away from Tai Mountain, his words did not carry much weight in the Martial Saint Pavilion.

But now, things are different!

He, Cang Xing, has become a trusted aide who has fought alongside the Martial Saint.

Although he didn’t get to say a few words, Cang Xing believed his completion of this task was nearly perfect, feeling the appreciation from the Martial Saint.

It’s a pity he couldn’t witness the Martial Saint’s actions up close.

This wasted a precious opportunity for enlightenment!

While regretting this, Cang Xing ordered his disciples to spread out and search for any sign of the Dao Rhyme left by the Martial Saint.

But unfortunately, this boundless wilderness was clean, leaving indeed nothing behind.

Cang Xing returned empty-handed, having no choice but to retrace his steps.

While leaping over rooftops, he caught a glimpse of a somewhat lonely figure hesitating in an alleyway.

Cang Xing was overjoyed and immediately jumped down, landing and clasping his fists in a half-kneeling position: "Martial Saint, you are here!"

Mo Xu jumped, instantly stiffening, not daring to move.

Why is this guy here at this moment?!

But it seemed he hadn’t realized this was a masquerade...

Mo Xu was extremely anxious, thinking of finding an excuse and then a chance to leave.

But then he noticed that, without his realization, other disciples of the Mei Sect had filled the surroundings, each following suit and kneeling.

But in Mo Xu’s eyes, having no cultivation, these people were like beasts surrounding their prey.

And he was that weak, helpless, and pitiful prey trapped inside.

Mo Xu was at a loss.

Originally, he was placed by Chen Kuang in a dwelling under the Mountain and Sea Alliance’s name, having nothing to do with it.

After it was relatively safe, he came out wanting to return to the Golden Phoenix Pavilion.

But as soon as he emerged, he was caught by Cang Xing again.

Moreover, it seemed he couldn’t leave today without giving them an explanation...

Cang Xing, seeing him silent, felt uneasy and said: "Martial Saint, the Yang Court, the Divine Farmer Bureau, and that Saint insulted our Martial Saint Pavilion and showed you disrespect, so I declared war on behalf of the Martial Saint Pavilion. If you think this is inappropriate..."

Mo Xu froze, had this person declared war on the Yang Court on behalf of the Martial Saint Pavilion?

He’s no fool and has basically understood the situation over this period, naturally knowing that the Martial Saint Pavilion originally bore no grudge against Yang Kingdom.

But because of Chen Kuang’s ploy, a sect master of the Martial Saint Pavilion suddenly joined the fray.

Now it’s even escalated to declaring war...

The Divine Farmer Bureau is definitely not small, being a top sect of Yang Kingdom, though not comparable to the Martial Saint Pavilion, it is still on par with the Three Tribulations Sect.

Huangfu Yan may not be famous, but he is a true peak Grandmaster, claiming to be a match for an entire sect!

Moreover, there’s a Profound Profound Realm ancestor in seclusion within the Divine Farmer Bureau.

This means, once the war starts... the Martial Saint Pavilion would gain a formidable enemy!

Mo Xu’s heart skipped a beat.

As long as... he speaks up now, pretending he really is the Martial Saint.

But this is hard, as it was all Chen Kuang maneuvering between, Mo Xu was just a figurehead and tool.

Without Chen Kuang, could he really succeed?

After a long time.

Mo Xu spoke: "It’s okay, you’ve done well."

Cang Xing paused, then, as Mo Xu nervously clenched his fists, fervently said: "Yes! Martial Saint! Thank you, Martial Saint, for your praise!"

Mo Xu was momentarily dazed.

Turns out Chen Kuang was right—

"When you stand before these people, you are the Martial Saint."

...

In the broken temple.

The fire embers crackled on the fire pit.

Chen Kuang expressionlessly lifted his head, seeing a bald Daoist swagger over and sit down casually, lifting his Daoist robe.

The muscles on Chen Kuang’s back stiffened as he heard the Daoist grin and say:

"I, Jiang Wuya, have come to help you sever the demons lurking behind you."