"Ye Xiaocheng, I'll give you another ten days. If you still can't remember where the treasure is hidden, just stay in the dungeon and think about it for the rest of your life. I won't let you die, but I won't let you live well either. , where to go, think about it yourself."
The voice of the leader of the Lingxiao Sword Sect roared in the lobby.
People on the left and right looked at the thirteen-year-old child in the lobby. Some sneered, while others showed unbearable expressions, but no one dared to say anything.
"Take him down and reflect on him!" the headmaster ordered.
Two disciples came up immediately and pulled the child out.
"Boy, don't act stupid. Think about where your father and mother hid the treasure. There are only ten days. After ten days, you can't die even if you want." A disciple said fiercely.
The thirteen-year-old child, Ye Xiaocheng, looked at the two disciples with disdain.
"Bah, half a year ago, would you have had the guts to speak like this in front of me?"
"Boy, are you looking for a beating? Don't think that because you can't practice, I won't beat you up!" The fierce-looking disciple rolled up his arms and sleeves, as if he was about to take action.
"Okay, don't beat him silly. If he really can't remember anything, then you and I won't be able to eat and walk around." Another disciple hurriedly stopped him.
"Boy, don't think that your father and mother can protect you. The son of Shuangjindan Master is so amazing. It's a pity that they are all dead. However, you will be even worse than your father and mother, and you will not even have to die a good death. Not even."
This guy is a garrulous talker who keeps nagging.
The other disciple was also helpless. He didn't have any kind intentions towards Ye Xiaocheng. It was just that the master had given instructions that Ye Xiaocheng could not be allowed to run away or commit suicide. He must be allowed to live well until he figured out or handed over the secret. Until baby.
That treasure is related to the prosperity or decline of Lingxiao Sword Sect, or even the survival or death.
Ye Xiaocheng was locked in a dark room, with four disciples guarding the door. Although they were all disciples in the Qi training stage, they were more than enough to guard a mortal who didn't know how to practice.
What's more, this is the sect of Lingxiao Sword Sect, so there will never be any accidents.
Ye Xiaocheng sat in the darkness, sneering.
Baby, Ye Xiaocheng knew that the baby they wanted was with him at the moment, but he would never hand it over.
If he handed over the treasure, he might not live to see the sun the next day.
Ye Xiaocheng sat cross-legged on the ground, as if waiting for death with his eyes closed. It was impossible to escape.
He can deal with the few disciples at the door, but the Lingxiao Sword Sect has hundreds of Jindan Daoist people and more than a dozen Nascent Soul Ancestors. Can he escape the hands of those people?
It's a matter of taking one step at a time, but he believes that with his parents' souls in heaven, he will definitely be able to escape this life and death disaster.
Unconsciously at night, the door suddenly opened.
A man flashed in, and then a light lit up in his hand, "Junior Brother Xiaocheng, are you there?"
"Who is it?" Ye Xiaocheng was about to fall asleep when he was woken up by this voice.
"It's me, Ling Zhi. I'm here to save you, come with me." The man said urgently.
"Are you Ling Zhi, Master Ling's disciple?" Ye Xiaocheng saw the face clearly in the light.
"It's me, stop talking and leave quickly!" The man came over and pulled Ye Xiaocheng out.
"Senior Brother Ling, don't waste your efforts. The headmaster won't let me escape. Thank you for your kindness. I don't want to implicate you." Ye Xiaocheng shook his head and refused.
"Headmaster will enter meditation at this time every day. There are only two hours. After this hour, there is really no escape. Hurry up." Ling Zhi almost begged.
"Okay, I'll go with you." Ye Xiaocheng made up his mind instantly.
Even if he fails to escape, his situation will not be worse than now. There is no essential difference between being imprisoned in the dungeon tomorrow or ten days later.
The two walked out of the temporary cell, and the four disciples guarding the cell outside were all lying on the ground.
"This is a human skin mask. Wear it on your face. Follow me and don't speak in any situation." Ling Zhi whispered.
"I understand." Ye Xiaocheng put the cold human skin mask on his face.
He didn't know what his appearance looked like now. Anyway, as long as it wasn't his appearance, it would be fine.
Ling Zhi took Ye Xiaocheng all the way to the mountain gate of Lingxiao Sword Sect.
It is already late at night, and there are no patrols at the mountain gate. After all, the Lingxiao Sword Sect is a Yuanying-level sect, and no one will dare to come in and cause trouble.
"Who is it? Stop!" shouted the guard guarding the mountain gate.
"It's me, Ling Zhi, who came down the mountain on business as ordered by my master." Ling Zhi said, taking out a jade talisman and showing it to the guard.
The guard looked at the jade talisman in the moonlight. The jade talisman was real, and there was indeed an order written on it, ordering the talisman holder to go down the mountain and eradicate a defecting disciple.
"Senior Brother Ling, why did you set out all night? Can't you wait until dawn tomorrow?" the guard asked with some suspicion.
The Lingxiao Sword Sect's sect-protecting formation will be activated at night. No one is allowed to enter or leave without special circumstances.
Even if there are special circumstances, there must be a jade talisman with orders written on it to pass.
Ling Zhi's master is also a Jindan master in the sect. He is the backbone of the Lingxiao Sword Sect and has great real power in the sect.
Those Yuan Ying ancestors are basically cultivating in secret and rarely interfere with the affairs of the sect. Therefore, the daily affairs of the Lingxiao Sword Sect are taken care of by these Jindan masters.
"Master ordered me to take the talisman and set off immediately. Do you want to ask my master?" Ling Zhi said coldly.
Ye Xiaocheng listened, but his hands were sweating.
He was really afraid that the guard would become more serious and issue talismans to Uncle Ling to ask questions.
The people who guard the mountain gate have important responsibilities, so they have the transmission notes of all the important figures in the sect, so that they can report information in a timely manner.
The guard thought for a while and gave up the idea of questioning Master Ling.
This is the time for the big shot to practice hard. If he accidentally disturbs Master Ling, he may be exiled to a mine tomorrow to dig.
"Senior Brother Ling, please." He turned sideways and opened a gap in the formation.
Ling Zhi pulled Ye Xiaocheng and was about to go out.
"Wait a minute, who is this person? Is there only one senior brother on the talisman?" The guard sensed something was wrong and immediately reached out to stop him.
"He?" Ling Zhi suddenly smiled sinisterly.
Suddenly, the guard's outstretched hand dropped, and the tip of the sword was exposed on his chest. Ling Zhi immediately covered his mouth to prevent him from making a sound.
A figure appeared behind the guard and nodded to Ling Zhi.
Ling Zhi then pulled Ye Xiaocheng out of the gap.
Then he stepped on a flying sword and flew away with Ye Xiaocheng.
"Senior Brother Ling, where are you taking me?" Ye Xiaocheng was a little confused.
He vaguely felt that something was wrong. If Uncle Ling really sent someone to rescue him, there was no need to kill the disciples guarding the mountain gate.
Killing one of our own disciples is a very serious crime, let alone an important disciple guarding the mountain gate. Even if Master Uncle Ling is Jin Dan Zhenren, he cannot afford it.
"Boy, you'll know when you get there." Ling Zhi laughed.
"You are not Senior Brother Ling Zhi..." Ye Xiaocheng felt it. Although Ling Zhi's voice sounded similar and his appearance was similar, it was difficult to imitate a person's relaxed demeanor.
"Lingzhi's" smile made Ye Xiaocheng realize that the guy in front of him was a Xibei.
"Boy, don't care who I am, just remember that I saved you." The man continued to laugh, obviously very proud.
"You are a spy. Are you from the Underworld Demon Cult or the Blood Demon Cult?" Ye Xiaocheng asked.
"Boy, why are you asking about this? No matter which sect I belong to, at least we are in the same group now."
Ye Xiaocheng's heart sank, knowing that he had fallen into a more terrifying trap, and his life and death were uncertain.
At this time, Ye Xiaocheng heard nine rapid and loud bells coming from the distance behind, from the direction of the Lingxiao Sword Sect.
The Lingxiao Sword Sect has issued the highest level of alarm. Anyone who hears the nine bells must put down whatever they are doing and immediately rush to the master's hall to gather and stand by.
Generally speaking, the nine bells will be rung only when the sect faces a critical moment of life and death.
Ling Zhi and Ye Xiaocheng couldn't help but look back. They both understood that their escape had been discovered.
From now on, the unrelenting pursuit from the Lingxiao Sword Sect will hit them like a whirlwind.
