Ling Fei was shocked and lost his composure: "Director, how can Xiang Hui be the team leader? He..."

  "What's going on, is this an order? I still have to account for the situation on the other side of Maoshan. What do you want me to do now, my pressure is also very high, you should consider the overall situation!" Director Zhang interrupted Ling Fei's words.

  Ling Fei helplessly pulled out a certificate from his body and placed it on the table, beckoning without saying goodbye before leaving.

  Director Zhang sighed and shook his head, wanting to say something, but seeing the dusty old Taoist in the room, he ultimately didn't speak up.

  Ling Fei had just left when Director Zhang asked Dusty Yī Old Dao: "Ling Fei has gone to invite his master, but if it's really that person from back then, I'm afraid even Qián Jī Dào Cháng will have trouble!"

  "It's all a muddled account, the demonic path's cultivation speed is unmatched, far surpassing the Daoist sects. If it were really that person, even if the four great masters were gathered together, it would be in vain. The one who tied the bell must be the one to untie it!" Dusty Old Dao didn't know what he was saying, and Director Zhang listened with a confused expression.

  "Ruo Shui! Listen to me!" In front of the office building, Xiang Hui followed Ling Ruo Shui with a thick skin.

  "Hum! It must be you who played tricks, otherwise my brother wouldn't have failed to become the group leader, but you did. There are many people in the group whose cultivation is higher than yours. You say it's not your doing?" Ling Ruoshui spoke without being polite.

  "How could it be me who messed things up? That was Director Zhang's decision, and I have nothing to do with it!" Xiang Hui looked innocent.

  "When I'm a fool, don't think I know nothing. You Shu Mountain have been looking down on us Kunlun for a long time. This thing must be your doing." After finishing speaking, Ling Ruoshui didn't even glance at Hui and turned to leave. Hui's teeth itched with anger.

  "You little vixen, you're clever but not clever enough. I'll get my hands on you sooner or later, and when that time comes, you'll beg for life but won't be able to live, and beg for death but won't be able to die!" Xiang Hui's face twisted in a ferocious scowl. With a wave of his hand, a figure flashed out, and it was precisely Xie Xiao Hong.

  "How's it going, did you find anything? I don't know which god helped me this time, but they actually killed four of Mao Shan's disciples. If not for that, it would have been a lot of trouble to get rid of Ling Fei." Xiang Hui asked with great satisfaction, turning to Xie Xiao Hong.

  "Hui Ge!" Xie Xiaohong's face looked a bit unsightly as he said, "This time's matter is bigger than I imagined. I've inquired about it and found out that besides the four disciples of Mao Shan who died, there was also an old Daoist named Chen Kong from Ai Lao Mountain. That guy was already a high-ranking expert in the Nascent Soul stage thirty years ago. I also heard that it seems to be the work of a demonic path expert."

  "What, all the Hua Shen experts were killed? Or was it the work of a Mo Dao master?" Xiang Hui took a deep breath, as a direct disciple of Shu Shan, he naturally knew what a Hua Shen expert represented, especially those from thirty years ago. "It seems we'd better not act rashly, if someone has the ability to kill Hua Shen experts, and is likely a Mo Dao cultivator, then it's best we don't provoke them! Mo Dao people can do anything, killing on the streets is just a trivial matter for them, completely lawless."

  "Tell the few junior brothers at Shu Mountain to be careful when carrying out their tasks, don't conflict with strange people, and let the disciples of other sects handle things if there's anything." Xiang Hui said to Xie Xiaohong.

  "Should we tell the leader about it?" Xie Xiaohong asked.

  "No need to say that, it would be troublesome if I did. Who knows, maybe they'll send Big Brother out again and he'll clash with the demonic path people, that wouldn't be good. I'm still counting on Big Brother to deal with Ling Fei!" Xiang Hui smiled slyly.

  A wisp of cloud and mist rose, Zhou Qing lightly waved her hand, the cloud and mist melted into the air, disappearing without a trace. However, new clouds and mist immediately emerged.

  Liao Xiao Jin watched as Zhou Qing fiddled with the eight small, exquisite purple sand teapots on the table, each one no larger than a fingernail, constantly rotating back and forth, seemingly chaotic yet somehow containing a hidden rhythm.

  The teapot is filled with hot air, the tea leaves' fragrance fills the entire room with a refreshing scent, making one feel refreshed and invigorated upon smelling it.

  Zhou Qing held a book of Sima Chengzhen's "Treatise on Sitting and Forgetting" in his left hand, carefully reading it. His right hand was secretly grasping the law, controlling the movement of the tea set on the table. The cups were filled with tea water, but not a single drop spilled onto the tabletop as they moved. Occasionally, when the small teacups stopped emitting hot air, a faint flame would shoot out from Zhou Qing's right hand, and the tea water would be surrounded by steam again.

  The carefree and elegant appearance made Liao Xiao Jin and Zhou Chen feel extremely relaxed, without a single worry or concern, no sorrow or joy, with an empty and clear atmosphere floating in their minds.

  "When the heart is agitated, regulate it with calmness"

  "Jing, at the time of evil, calm it with integrity, at the time of desire, suppress it with abandonment, at the time of turbidity, clarify it with purity." Zhou Qing read it out slowly, Bang! A teacup suddenly shattered, and then the rest of the teacups burst open one after another, scalding hot water splashing everywhere.

  Zhou Qing waved his hand, and the invisible dark energy wrapped around the shattered tea set, the splashing tea water, and the true fire burned, evaporating the water vapor. The purple sand teapot melted into a fist-sized, round purple ball that slowly fell to the ground without making a sound.

  En! ? Liao Xiao Jin and Zhou Chen were awakened by the bursting sound of that teacup from the empty boundary. Looking at Zhou Qing, he made a puzzled voice.

  "Alas! Zhou Qing let out a long sigh and said, 'This Blood Demon Sword is indeed hurtful to both others and oneself. The remaining demonic energy actually stayed in my body for over a month. Fortunately, I came up with this method to use the power of the Tao to restrain the demonic energy; otherwise, who knows how much longer it would have taken to expel it.'"

  At that time, Zhou Qing exerted his full strength to control the Blood Slashing Sword to kill Dusty Old Dao. At the last moment, Dusty Old Dao self-destructed, causing Zhou Qing's internal organs to be injured and his mind to wander for a moment. The violent and bloodthirsty demonic nature within the Blood Slashing Sword also entered Zhou Qing's body. Although it didn't cause any major harm, Zhou Qing cultivated Taoist techniques, so allowing the demonic nature to remain in his body was extremely inappropriate. In the future, when he cultivates, if he is not careful, he will likely go mad and lose control.

  Liao Xiao Jin also knew about this, but fortunately Zhou Qing came up with a solution that was simply enjoyable. As a result, every morning Zhou would drag Liao Xiao Jin to watch him recover from his injuries. Strangely enough, the two of their cultivations suddenly increased by a large margin, almost reaching the late stage of Qi Refining.

  Looking at the purple light on the ground, a thread of blood light penetrated through the purple sandball body. Zhou Chen said strangely: "How did it become like this? It doesn't look like purple sand smelting at all, could it be because of the demonic energy?"

  "This is just the superficial phenomenon of demonic energy, inside it has not changed. Our Taoist practitioners can reverse the properties of objects and turn stones into gold at the highest level, which is something that the demonic path cannot match. The demonic path emphasizes quick success, while the Taoist path emphasizes gradual progress. Often, a high-ranking Taoist practitioner who has cultivated for decades may not be able to compare with a demonic cultivator who has only cultivated for over a decade, and this is another aspect of the demonic path's superiority." Zhou Qing spoke fluently, although he wasn't very clear about it himself, but how could he not put on a show in front of his own disciple?

  Luckily, Liao Xiao Jin was born into a clan that didn't know much about Taoism and demonic paths. Zhou Chen, being a demon himself, wasn't very clear on the subject either. He let Zhou Qing do as he pleased.

  "By the way, how's Cangcang been doing lately?" Zhou Qing was about to expose herself, so she changed the subject.

  "It's okay, I've already mastered the Sword Qi Ling Kong technique and can wield the flying sword decently." Zhou Chen was most concerned about his sister.