Chapter 1717: Chapter 577: Hidden Turmoil

After all, in just a few years, Nangong Yaoyao not only advanced her cultivation level rapidly, passed the test of the White Lotus True Monarch, but also mastered the Immortal Lotus Sect’s Supreme Cultivation Technique, establishing the Immortal Lotus Pure Land.

Now she’s refining Dongfang Hao’s immortal bone, enhancing her foundation further. In the future, she will surely be able to vie for the position of Holy Maiden!

“Have there been any events recently?”

Nangong Yaoyao’s features were exquisite, as beautiful as a celestial being, with three thousand strands of black hair tied up in a ribbon, her cheeks subtly flushed, perfectly embodying purity and allure, like an immaculate flower of the cleansing world.

“True Monarch has said, the Three Kings Tomb is about to open. After you emerge from seclusion, you can go there, it will be beneficial for you.”

The maid Huowu said respectfully.

“The Three Kings Tomb.”

Nangong Yaoyao was aware that this was a secret realm that appeared ten years ago.

Rumor has it that three Fourth Rank Transformed Demon Kings were buried here.

Countless strong figures and forces would go to explore.

It should have been plundered by various forces by now, leaving it for younger generations to train and compete.

“Since that’s the case, prepare yourselves. Accompany me there.”

Nangong Yaoyao’s expression was calm, aware that this was also one of her master’s trials.

From meeting her senior sister to entering the Immortal Lotus Pool to refine her Dao Foundation, and openly or covertly contending with other disciples, all was signaled by her master.

Even Dongfang Hao’s immortal bone, she saw as an arrangement akin to her master’s nurturing of escalation.

But regardless, she must seize every opportunity.

Only thus can she stand out in the Immortal Lotus Sect!

After a long time, Nangong Yaoyao, accompanied by Huowu and Liu Yin, walked out of the palace.

As the disciple of White Lotus True Monarch, her travels outside also represented the True Monarch’s dignity.

Thus, the imperial carriage had long been prepared.

Three dragon horses, their bodies crystal clear like dragon forms, covered in scales of white jade, pulled a noble and elegant White Lotus Agarwood Carriage, quietly waiting.

Nangong Yaoyao lifted the curtain of the carriage and gracefully entered within.

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“Roar, roar, roar—”

The three dragon horses let out a low roar, emanating an overwhelming demonic power of the Third Rank Demon King, crushing the firmament, and then used the teleportation array to head to the Three Kings Tomb.

“My junior sister is truly extraordinary.”

A stunning woman with an ethereal demeanor, untouched by dust, looked at the disappearing White Lotus Agarwood Carriage and murmured softly.

Though a charming smile graced her face, her obsidian eyes held an indescribable coldness.

Indeed, not overflowing like clear water, nor pure and sacred, nor charmingly alluring.

It was an endless chill, as if the perennial dark ice sought to freeze others’ souls.

As a disciple of White Lotus True Monarch, she knew very well that her master aimed to cultivate a Holy Maiden.

Once this junior sister breaks through to Core Formation, she will join their ranks in the competition.

And with her master’s training over the years, she already senses some dangerous aura from this junior sister, making future competition a formidable challenge.

…

Ever since Liang and Yue went to war, their borders have strengthened patrols, with people guarding key checkpoints daily, monitoring personnel flows of major forces.

Though the border line is too vast, difficult to completely prevent intrusions.

But primarily targeting enemy cultivator groups infiltrating behind enemy lines, or domestic cultivators and forces being instigated to rebel, cause chaos, and migrate entire clans.

At this moment, on the battlefield in the Northern Region, Lu Qingshan led a patrol team through a valley swamp.

A slight mist drifted through the air, occasionally accompanied by the roaring cries of a demon beast.

Such valleys and mountains inhabited by demon beasts also serve as natural defenses during wartime.

Through inspection, there was no magic aura around for miles; Lu Qingshan prepared to return.

Yet for some reason, he felt a nagging irritation surface in his heart.

He frowned, sensing nothing amiss, then crushed the jade talisman, signaling the return.

Just then, a clamor arose not far away.

“I saw this spirit grass first!”

“Hmph, finders keepers!”

It seemed a man and a woman were quarreling over a clump of spirit grass.

Lu Qingshan frowned, wondering what was worth fighting over a spirit grass.

He transformed into a streak of sword light, shot over, then looked at the two, coldly saying, “What’s going on?”

“Captain, nothing much.”

The man, knowing his captain’s temperament, suppressed his displeasure and spoke softly.

“I saw this Seven-Star Grass too.”

The other woman spoke somewhat defiantly.

Seeing these two bicker over a Seven-Star Grass, Lu Qingshan’s heart-stirring irritation seemed ignited, like a blazing fire surging within.

To patrol with such useless entities was already enough, but now it’s these useless entities that are causing problems.

The more he thought, the more furious he became.

Yet in the next moment, he realized something was off.

As a Sword Cultivator with Sword Heart Clarity, he was well-aware of his own state of mind and mental spirit.

He felt burdened by them but not to the extent of anger, displeasure.

Besides, they’ve been with him for so long, knowing his temper, they wouldn’t possibly argue over a Seven-Star Grass right in front of him.

“Something’s wrong here!”

Lu Qingshan’s heart was chilled, realizing something was amiss; he immediately crushed the jade talisman and shouted at the two, “Stop arguing, something’s wrong here!”

“There’s no one here, what could be wrong!”

“Give me the Seven-Star Grass!”

Not just Lu Qingshan, these two seemed filled with rage at this moment as well.

“Clang!”

The sound of a sword echoed as Lu Qingshan gripped his magical sword, his entire being radiating an imposing Sword Intent that slashed through the sky and shifted sun and moon.

Under this Sword Intent, the two’s faces suddenly turned pale, feeling surrounded by chilling Sword Qi, as if falling into an ice cellar, their hairs standing on end, skin pricking with pain.

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