Wu Yaochen surrounded the boss with a place on the top of the mountain to build a cave.
Shu Pinghui also received Wu Yaochen's spiritual message. She first found Jing Yingrong, and then came with Jing Yingrong.
"You make your cave cultivation so public, so you are really not afraid of others staring at you and beating you."
Shu Pinghui flew around the cave and made this comment.
Wu Yaochen smiled and said: "Wouldn't that be better? But they have no chance for the time being. I will be on foreign duty in a few days."
As he spoke, he led Jing Yingrong and Shu Pinghui inside and poured tea for them.
Shu Pinghui: "Took over the mission?"
Wu Yaochen: "That was my original plan, but unfortunately the mission I was interested in was taken over by someone else. So I went to the elders to apply for travel permission, and instead of doing the mission, I went back to my clan."
Shu Pinghui: "What mission? It sounds very popular."
"Go to the Kunhuang Sect's disciple recruitment conference to observe the ceremony. The Kunhuang Sect sent an invitation to our sect. Our sect has released an inner sect task. We will only recruit one disciple. Priority will be given to those who major in fire Taoism."
"Kunhuang Sect..." Shu Pinghui rested her elbow on the table and held her chin with one hand, "It must have declined a lot in the past few hundred years. It was not a big sect in the first place, but now it has been completely suppressed by the Nanming sect with similar orthodoxy. But I remember that they would not invite other sects before. Are they planning to change their route?"
Wu Yaochen said: "If you are poor, you will want to change. This is pretty much the truth."
Shu Pinghui had a change of thought and raised her head: "Isn't the Kunhuang Sect very close to your Emperor Rong clan?"
Wu Yaochen shrugged: "It's quite close, so I took a fancy to that mission, but I was a little late. I don't know who started it so quickly."
Jing Yingrong, who drank tea quietly throughout the whole process, remained silent.
Shu Pinghui looked at Jing Yingrong: "Rongrong, will you continue to work at Yan Xinxuan in the future?"
Jing Yingrong put down her cup and said, "I will leave for a while to travel outside."
"Huh? Are you all on foreign duty?"
Shu Pinghui folded her arms and lay down on the table, burying her face in her arms, revealing a pair of eyes full of envy.
"I really want to go out too -" she drawled pitifully.
Jing Yingrong asked: "Can't you go out?"
Shu Pinghui sighed and said depressedly: "Yes, my bell was damaged during a private fight with someone some time ago. I have to collect materials to repair it first."
She raised one wrist, and there was a small hole in the golden bell on her wrist.
Wu Yaochen: "Since we need to repair the cast, why not take this opportunity to upgrade it to a higher level?"
Shu Pinghui rolled her eyes: "It was only upgraded to a lower-grade artifact half a year ago. In order to upgrade it, I emptied all my money, otherwise I wouldn't be working so hard to earn contribution points now to collect repair materials. "
As she said that, she couldn't help sighing again, and then waved her hands and said: "Don't talk about such sad things. Hey, why do I keep hearing strange noises from behind? Do you have a spiritual pet or something?"
Wu Yaochen: "I made a hot spring."
"Hot spring?" Shu Pinghui became more energetic, "Can we visit it?"
"Of course it's no problem."
Wu Yaochen smiled, stood up and walked towards the back of the house. Shu Pinghui pulled up the mirror and followed.
As a heavy door opened, billowing heat waves hit the face. Above was an arched dome, the ground was made of flat black stones, and in the center was a spacious pool.
The entire room was illuminated by the red light from the pool, as if it was on fire, and there was a slightly viscous fiery red liquid surging inside.
Shu Pinghui: "...hot spring?"
Jing Yingrong was very calm, nodded and said: "Yes, hot spring."
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Facing the monster's cautious yet respectful inquiry, Huo Xiumao's mind went blank for a moment.
The muscles under his clothes tensed, and he reacted quickly. Various thoughts flashed through his mind, and he decisively chose one of them.
"Don't you know me?"
Huo Xiumao frowned slightly, showing displeasure.
The level 10 monster lowered its head lower and said with sincerity and fear: "Please forgive me, little monster, I have never, never seen you."
Huo Xiumao snorted lightly and walked forward without answering.
The tenth-level monster hesitated for a moment and stepped aside to get out of the way.
Huo Xiumao looked calm and composed, but sweat was dripping down his back.
Realizing that the monster's eyes were staring at him with inquiry and suspicion, Huo Xiumao tried his best to steady his breath while observing his surroundings calmly.
This place is very empty and incompatible with the dense forest. He didn't notice anything was wrong before. There should be a formation or the magical power of a tenth-level monster to cover it up.
"Hasn't anyone discovered it?" Huo Xiumao asked this question after thinking over and over again.
The demon beast responded quickly: "No, absolutely not. The little demon has been guarding here and does not dare to relax for a moment."
After saying that, it hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively: "Are you and the king... acquainted?"
Huo Xiumao's eyelids twitched and he snorted, "Not familiar."
His answer made the monster even more confused. He wanted to ask but didn't dare.
At this time, Huo Xiumao saw something strange.
That thing was a bit like an altar, but it was very short and made of snow-white bones.
The strangest thing is that those bones are covered with cracks, as if a gust of wind can blow them apart.
Huo Xiumao was suspicious, but he didn't dare to look more. He just glanced at it calmly.
He secretly observed his surroundings again and found that the only thing worth noting here was the strange thing in front of him.
"You did a good job," he said slowly, carefully considering his words, without specifying what the other party did well. "You have lived up to this important responsibility."
The demonic beast looked happy and said, "Then, may I ask when the little demon will finish its mission?"
The fists under Huo Xiumao's sleeves clenched suddenly, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and he sneered: "What, you want to join the emperor's army instead?"
The monster shook its head in shock: "No, no."
"Then what are you asking me for?" Huo Xiumao looked dissatisfied, "Do you want me to ask your king for you?"
"The little demon has no such intention!"
The monster's body was trembling, and it didn't dare to make any more noise.
Huo Xiumao took the opportunity and said: "Okay, I just came to take a look. For the sake of your careful guarding, I will pretend that what just happened never happened."
The monster hurriedly thanked him.
Huo Xiumao turned around and headed back the way he came. He walked leisurely and unhurriedly.
The demonic beast was obviously confused as to why he didn't use teleportation, but in the end he didn't dare to ask and could only watch him slowly walk away.
Huo Xiumao didn't know how long he had been walking. It wasn't until his legs felt numb that he came back to his senses from the highly tense state, and then found that he was almost out of Lanwu Ridge.
He felt relieved, and his whole body suddenly collapsed on the ground.
"Beast King? How could you admit your mistake..."
Huo Xiumao looked at his open hands, with an expression that showed both rejoicing at surviving the catastrophe and unbelievable confusion.
In the small box on his waist, the old man took back the breath he released and muttered to himself: "I just want to know how you can encounter anything."
