Chapter 111: Disappointment

  How can I put my mind at ease? That damned Murong Yunfan has been considered the youngest and most talented equipment refiner in the Cultivation World since that T died. She's even ranked third among the top ten fairy ladies in the Cultivation World. And yet, I have to keep taking orders from her, from the time I pretended to join the Qiling Sect until now. Every time she's been in the spotlight, I've been doing despicable things behind her back. Luckily, these years of being a disciple of the Qiling Sect haven't been wasted, and I've learned about the sect's most precious record of equipment refining techniques - the Yu Jian Tian jade slip. As long as I find the Golden Threaded Mystic Iron this time and refine it into the Yan Qing Xian Sword recorded on the jade slip, I'll be able to surpass Murong Yunfan and become the youngest and most talented equipment refiner. Who knows, maybe I'll even make it onto the top ten fairy ladies list.

  Ling Xing's expression was as disgusting as ever, making people feel like they were looking at a bad imitation of Dong Shi's smile.

  Ling Xing, who was indulging in his own beautiful dream, seemed to have thought of something and immediately became tense, hastily asking the old man beside him.

  "Master, are you certain that our sect won't find out if we go to collect this 'Golden Threaded Mystic Iron'? Also, is the elder guarding the mountain really willing to make such a great sacrifice for us?"

  "You don't believe me, do you, kid? Don't worry about it. This Tianyuan Star mine is important, but after all, it's just one of the many mines under our Qixiu Alliance. And although this Xuantie iron is precious, we still have some reserves within our sect. Even if we lose some, it's not a big deal that would be reported to the alliance. Besides, the elder guarding the mountain is an ancestor from our Ouyang family, you should call him Shifu Zu. Are you still worried?" The old man looked at Ling Xing with a hint of playful smile in his eyes.

  "Alright, junior sister, don't be so suspicious here. We're in the Instrument Repair Union now, not the Instrument Spirit Sect. There's no need to be so cautious." Lingyu said with some impatience beside her.

  Ling Xing seemed to have also come to a realization, and the originally gloomy face revealed a hint of a smile as he strode into the mine belonging to the Qi Xiu Alliance.

  "Hey, brother, look, it seems to be someone from the sect." The instrument repair alliance disciple who had infinite admiration for Murong Yunfan exclaimed to his brother beside him, but unfortunately, his eyes were not as sharp as his brother's. Before he could turn around and ask why they weren't talking to him, this exceptional brother of his had already withdrawn the formation and approached them.

  "Elder, brothers and sisters, I am Qingfeng. This is my junior brother, Qingxin. He greets you all. What brings you here today?" Qingfeng asked with a smile as he bowed to Lingxing and the others in a junior's salute.

  "Hehe, we've come to find a suitable piece of mystic iron ore to forge a magical artifact." The old man's straightforward words left Qing Xuan puzzled.

  "Are you here to collect Xuan Tie ore? Our sect comes to collect it once a month, and the loose immortal who came yesterday just left. Why don't you go receive it directly? Instead, you come here to collect it yourself, which is not allowed by our sect's rules." Qing Xin's words made Qing Feng's expression suddenly look like he had eaten a fly. Qing Feng pulled Qing Xin's arm to signal him to stop talking nonsense. However, Qing Xin apparently didn't catch the hint and continued to say...

  "In that case, please get a token for us. With the token, we can naturally let you in." Qingfeng, who was standing beside him, heard his junior brother's witty response and almost fainted on the spot.

  "Token?" Ling Xing looked a bit flustered. But after all, she was someone who had seen the big world. Her reaction speed was still quite quick.

  "This junior brother, we don't even know what token is needed. Are you saying that the disciples of our sect have to ask for another token when they come to collect materials?" Xianren Lingxing's tone was slightly angry, and there was a hint of threat in his voice. Upon hearing this, Qingfeng had already thought of pinching his junior brother to death. But before he could speak, Qingxuan spoke up from the side."

  "Since there is no token, please go back." A clear and concise sentence made Ling Xing, who was already in a bad mood, suddenly furious. His hand unconsciously grasped the hilt of his flying sword. For a moment, the sword was drawn and tense, with anger and tension reaching their peak.

  "Alright, alright. Ling Xing, you go first." The old man behind Ling Xing apparently couldn't bear it anymore and beckoned him to come forward.

  "This young brother, I'm in a hurry to leave. Didn't have time to ask the sect leader for permission to cultivate here. But don't worry, young brother. After things are settled, I'll definitely send someone to bring over a token." The old man's tone was sincere and eased the tense atmosphere.

  "But... but... there's no token. This alliance rule doesn't allow us to enter, does it?" Qing Xuan looked at Qing Feng beside him with a pleading expression.

  "But, however, there's no need for so many buts, we're all from the same school, where did all these rules come from?"

  Come on, our elder is collecting 'Purple Vein Mystic Iron' inside. Qing T and his extremely talented junior brother understood the ways of the world, so while speaking, he opened up the seemingly powerful formation, allowing the three to enter.

  "The three of us, our elder doesn't like to be disturbed, so we won't accompany you all the way. The elder's location is in the depths of that mine cave on the left." Qingfeng pointed out to Lingxing and the other two.

  "Thanks little brother."

  "Senior brother, they obviously don't have the token, why are you still letting them in? What if the alliance blames us?" Qing Xuan asked worriedly.

  "My dear junior brother, can't you just behave for once? Did you see those three people just now? You're really blind." Qing Feng's tone revealed a hint of helplessness, and his expression had a "laughing but wanting to cry" feeling.

  "Who, the rules of our alliance clearly state that we can't let people in without a token, you know this, Brother Qingfeng, so why are you still letting them in?" Qingxuan was obviously unable to wrap his head around this and was now arguing with Qingfeng.

  "Hey, hey, Brother, you're impressive. Don't you have any idea about the attire and headgear of our sect? The old man just now was clearly a senior from the same school as our Master Lan Xuan, and yet you still tried to stop him. Did you eat something wrong today?" Qingfeng laughed.

  "What if the leader of the alliance and the elder come from the same sect, does that mean they can disregard the rules of the alliance?" Qing Xin's voice grew louder as she spoke, until she was almost shouting. Qing Feng moved swiftly, taking a step forward and covering Qing Xin's mouth with her hand before she could say another word.

  "Shut up, you still miss your Yun Luan Xian Zi or not? If you do, then keep quiet. Let those people just now hear what was said, with just one word from that elder, we two will be guarding the mine for our whole lives."

  "Sister, it seems like your charm is still not as good as usual, haha." Ling Yu teased.

  "What's that supposed to mean, are you looking for a fight with me?" Ling Xing was clearly provoked, and as he spoke, his flying sword was already in hand.

  "Alright, alright, stop causing trouble here. You're all grown up, how can you still be so impulsive? I think that young man Qing Chen did a good job just now, at least he upheld the alliance's rules and wasn't swayed by beauty. He has a great future ahead of him." The old man's words were reasonable, but they didn't sound right to Ling Xing's ears.

  All along the way, Ling Xing's mouth was almost able to hang a teapot.

  "Hmm, you two be careful, something doesn't feel right here. Why is there a smell of blood?" The old man grasped a flying sword in the blink of an eye and looked around, saying.

  "Master, what's this?" Ling Yu asked in confusion.

  "It seems we're in trouble this time." The old man, walking at the front of the three, was the first to see the two bodies that looked like they had been run over by a car, and he muttered to himself.

  "Ah." Ling Xing suddenly saw such a bloody scene and let out an uncontrollable scream.

  "Master, what's going on? Why are there two corpses here? What about the elder you mentioned?" Ling Yu asked with some tension.

  "What kind of person is this, striking so ruthlessly, that all are annihilated, their souls scattered and fleeing. This is the elder."

  The old man pointed to a sentence on the corner of the wall, his body was cut in two, and his intestines were spilled all over the ground.

  "Master, they all seem to have been killed with one hit. There were no signs of struggle found in the cave, and their wounds are extremely smooth. It's as if a powerful artifact was used to cut them into two segments, even cutting through their internal yuan fetus." Ling Yu's words finally made Zero Star, who had already turned pale, vomit.

  "But what exactly is this treasure? Alright, don't worry about that for now. You two quickly take a look at the cliff walls around us to see if there's any 'Golden Threaded Mystical Iron'." The old man examined the wound on the corpse while arranging for Ling Xing and Ling Yu to search for the 'Golden Threaded Mystical Iron'.

  "What kind of treasure is this, that can kill two cultivators in the combined body period twice in a row, with an interval of less than half an hour? Is there still some powerful magical weapon in the cultivation world that we don't know about?" The old man's mind was constantly changing with various thoughts, but he quickly denied them one by one.

  "Master, come and take a look here." Lingyu's words broke his train of thought.

  "What's wrong?" The old man got up and walked over to where Ling Yu was standing there in a daze.

  "Damn it." The old man saw the four walls in front of Ling Yu and finally couldn't help but blurt out a curse.

  "Ling Xing, let's go back. This place has almost stopped producing 'Golden Threaded Mystical Iron', and it won't produce any for at least ten thousand years." The old man said to Ling Xing who was still there, constantly tapping the flying sword with his hand.