Chapter 41: Guiding Mystical Powers in the Secret Realm

Chapter 41: Guiding Mystical Powers in the Secret Realm

Chen Daoxuan couldn't help but clench his fists and stomp his feet in frustration, feeling the pain of losing over a thousand system points.

Daoist Luo Wu alone yielded over three hundred system points from his own spatial ring. If they had looted the entire sect's treasures and collected all the spatial rings from everyone else, it would have been worth at least a thousand or even more.

Chen Daoxuan regretted his earlier decision. If he had known, he wouldn't have created so many Sky Monuments and leveled Luo Heaven Sect to the ground. There were other ways to wipe out the sect and still preserve the precious treasures.

"Master! Are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?"

Leng Yanran, who had been standing nearby, was alarmed when she saw her Master suddenly clutching his chest and showing a pained expression. She quickly stepped forward and reached out to massage his chest.

"No, it's just some painful memories. By the way, from now on, our Heavenly Dao Pavilion should emphasize frugality. When dealing with enemies in the future, remember to collect their treasures before taking action. After all, we shouldn't waste valuable resources, right?"

Chen Daoxuan was taken aback by Leng Yanran's sudden closeness, but he appreciated her concern. He gently held her hand to reassure her that he was fine and gestured for her to step back.

Having her so close was making him slightly uncomfortable, as her hair occasionally brushed against his cheek, tickling him.

However, he still wanted to emphasize the point he made earlier and advised Leng Yanran not to waste resources.

"Yes, Master. In the future, when I annihilate enemies, I'll make sure they surrender their treasures before I strike."

Leng Yanran blinked, a bit puzzled about why her Master suddenly cared so much about the worthless items he had mentioned earlier. However, she decided to follow his instructions without questioning them.

"Um, never mind. That's the general idea. You understand."

Chen Daoxuan raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. His adorable disciple seemed to have quite a ruthless streak in her. He had merely suggested collecting resources from enemies, but somehow, by the time it reached Leng Yanran, it had become a plan to wipe out entire factions.

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Little did he know that his beloved disciple, in the northern region, had already become infamous for her ruthless and swift killings, earning her the title of the "Demoness of Mass Slaughter."

"By the way, Master, there's something else. Daoist Yang Chun mentioned that a secret realm will open in the northern region in two months. It's rumored to contain the legacy of an ancient immortal.

"Yes, Master!"

"Ah, but during these two months, you shouldn't be idle. Focus on cultivating the first chapter of the Divine Art, 'Heavenly Demon Finger.' I'll provide some guidance as well."

"Really? Master, you'll personally guide my cultivation? Thank you so much, Master!"

Upon hearing that her master would personally guide her in cultivating the Heavenly Demon Finger, Leng Yanran's eyes lit up. Her master had already bestowed upon her such an incredible cultivation technique; she was immensely grateful and dared not trouble her master any further.

Chen Daoxuan didn't pay too much attention to it and simply smiled, tousling Leng Yanran's hair.

The progress of his disciple's cultivation was of utmost importance to him, far surpassing his own cultivation. He looked forward to seeing her reach higher realms, each breakthrough bringing him rewards of tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands or even millions of years of cultivation.

Feeling her master's affection, Leng Yanran's head started to feel a bit feverish, as if steam might just start coming out of her ears. She couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by her master's kindness.

In no time, the two were standing in the open space before the grand hall, facing each other. Chen Daoxuan stood with hands behind his back, a gentle breeze swaying his robes gracefully, giving him an almost ethereal aura.

On the opposite side, Leng Yanran focused intensely, adjusting herself to the peak state.

"Master, I'm ready!"

"Heavenly Demon Finger!"

Finally, with a melodious shout, Leng Yanran made her move. The Heavenly Demon Finger was unleashed, aimed directly at her master.

Her current level was worlds apart from before. As she executed the Heavenly Demon Finger, the illusion of the demonic figure appeared even more solid, and its malevolent aura grew even more intense.

Yet, her master, without any urgency, calmly extended his finger, not even utilizing any mystic techniques, and lightly tapped her fingertip.

As their fingers touched, the illusion of the Heavenly Demon instantly dissipated, leaving not a single ripple behind.

"Again!"