When a person and a cat walked out of the cave, it was already bright outside.

“Roar…”

At this moment, a beast roar suddenly came from the distant mountains.

“Tsk, it’s that little thing, seems like it has provoked something big.” The silver cat’s eyes flashed slightly as it spoke.

Yuan Ming also tried to release his divine sense to investigate the surroundings, but the distance was too limited, and he couldn’t detect the whereabouts of Huo Chan’er at all.

However, there was a great commotion in the distance, and when Xiying confirmed that it was Huo Chan’er, Yuan Ming didn’t hesitate and immediately displayed his Wind Swift Art, rushing towards that direction.

Huo Chan’er was the beloved pet of the Third Cave Master, and it must not be lost!

He ran for less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea and saw Huo Chan’er running towards him with a three-inch long, red-colored plant root in its mouth, waving its short legs like crazy.

Behind it, there was a three to four zhang long fire-scaled lizard, spitting out red cores, relentlessly chasing after it.

Obviously, Huo Chan’er had stolen someone’s treasure.

The little guy relied on its agile figure to dodge the attacks of the fire-scaled lizard in the mountains, and when it saw Yuan Ming coming, it was like seeing a life-saving straw. Its eyes lit up and it ran towards him.

The tongue of the fire-scaled lizard kept attacking, causing trees in the forest to collapse and rocks to fly.

Yuan Ming watched in silence. It was just a mid-level second-grade fierce beast. As long as Huo Chan’er was willing to let go of what was in its mouth and breathe out a flame, even if it couldn’t kill the fire-scaled lizard, it could force it to retreat.

But this foodie would rather be chased than let go of the delicious food in its mouth.

When it ran behind Yuan Ming, it stopped and no longer dodged.

Yuan Ming looked at the fire-scaled lizard running towards him and sighed lightly, “You’re unlucky, let me test its power!”

After speaking, he held the newly refined Cold Star Sword in his hand and slashed down.

An extremely cold wind blade burst out from the sword, instantly slashing the head of the fire-scaled lizard.

The fierce beast’s momentum did not stop. After running two steps, its body suddenly stiffened, a crack ran through its entire body, and it fell to the ground, split in half.

Yuan Ming immediately went forward to check and found that the fallen fire-scaled lizard was frozen all over, with no trace of blood.

At this time, Huo Chan’er also caught up, biting something in its mouth and jumping onto the head of the fire-scaled lizard, kicking it with its short legs.

Yuan Ming finally saw that it was holding a “Red Yellow Ginseng” in its two front paws, a fire attribute spiritual medicine that seemed to have a hundred years of medicinal age.

No wonder the fire-scaled lizard was desperately chasing after it.

Yuan Ming grabbed the back of Huo Chan’er’s neck, lifted it up, and threw it onto his shoulder. He then looked back at Xiying, who was slowly catching up.

The little guy was obviously a little afraid of Xiying. Its body shrank, only showing half of its head as it secretly glanced at the silver cat. When the latter’s gaze swept over, the little guy shivered and slid down from Yuan Ming’s body, hugging his leg.

Xiying glanced at Huo Chan’er, then leaped lightly onto a nearby tree branch, disappearing after a few jumps.

Yuan Ming watched Xiying leave and then left the Misty Island with Huo Chan’er, returning to the sect.

By the time they returned to the Biro Cave, it was already evening.

To Yuan Ming’s surprise, the Third Cave Master had actually returned and took the initiative to come to him.

“Come with me, I’ll help you refine your sword.” She didn’t look well, as if she had just experienced a battle, and she seemed a bit tired.

Seeing this, Yuan Ming couldn’t help but feel moved.

No wonder Fang Ge respected the Third Cave Master so much. Although she held a high position, she was indeed a person who kept her promises.

Seeing Yuan Ming standing still, the Third Cave Master frowned, “What are you still dawdling for? We don’t have much time left.”

“Thank you, Third Cave Master. The disciple’s sword has already been refined.” Yuan Ming bowed and said.

This time, the Third Cave Master was stunned.

“Which elder did you ask for help to refine your sword?” After recovering, the Third Cave Master asked.

“All the elders are in seclusion refining tools. Helpless, I had to go to the market and find an outside craftsman for help.” Yuan Ming explained and took out the Cold Star Sword.

“Do outside craftsmen run rampant everywhere?” The Third Cave Master glanced at the sword and smiled, not caring.

“This craftsman’s attainments are not bad, and his selection of runes is also outstanding. The quality of this sword should be above a middle-grade spiritual weapon, almost reaching the level of a top-grade one.” The Third Cave Master praised.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Ming put down his worries and took out the Spirit Sword Box, returning it to the Third Cave Master.

“Let’s go, follow me again.” After putting away the sword box, the Third Cave Master said to Yuan Ming.

Confused, Yuan Ming immediately followed.

When they returned to the Third Cave Master’s small courtyard, she spoke again, “Give me the Blue Fish Sword.”

After a slight hesitation, Yuan Ming took out the long sword and respectfully handed it over with both hands.

“This sword has changed in appearance and power. I have already named it ‘Cold Star’.” Yuan Ming said.

“The name is good. However, your magic sword has not yet been inscribed with a prohibition formation. I will add this last step for you.” The Third Cave Master frowned slightly upon hearing this, but soon relaxed.

“Prohibition formation?” Yuan Ming was surprised.

“When I taught you the refining technique, I mentioned that most magic weapons have prohibitions. The higher the level of the magic weapon, or even the magic treasure, the more complex the prohibition formation attached to it. This is to prevent the enemy from immediately activating it with magic power if they were to seize it, causing harm to you instead.” The Third Cave Master explained.

“I see. Thank you, Third Cave Master.” Yuan Ming immediately bowed.

“Originally, I promised to help you inscribe runes and infuse spiritual energy, but compared to that, inscribing the prohibition formation is much easier.” The Third Cave Master said.

After speaking, she took the long sword from Yuan Ming’s hand, took out the Opening Spirit Engraving Knife with her other hand, and began to carve a complex rune formation on the other side of the sword.

After about an hour.

The Third Cave Master returned the sword to Yuan Ming, and the prohibition formation had been inscribed.”The prohibition array has not been activated yet. Once you channel your mana into it, it will take effect. Anyone other than you will not be able to wield this magic sword easily,” the Third Cave Master said.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Ming was delighted. After expressing his gratitude, he immediately held the sword hilt and eagerly channeled a strand of mana into it.

“Don’t get too excited. It’s just temporarily unmanageable. If you die and someone takes it, they can still refine it,” the Third Cave Master warned.

“I understand,” Yuan Ming replied.

As the mana flowed in, a flash of light appeared on the sword body, and a red prohibition array emerged, then disappeared into the sword body, invisible to the naked eye.

At this time, Yuan Ming noticed that the words “Qing Yu” originally engraved on the sword body had changed to “Han Xing”.

He remembered that he had left Huo Chan in the spirit beast bag because of the journey. He quickly opened the bag and let it out.

As soon as the bag was opened, the little guy rushed out like a bullet.

However, it ran into the Third Cave Master head-on and was caught in her plump bosom, losing its freedom again.

“Since you are going to participate in the Bai Lu Qiu Alliance, like Chen Wan, you should retreat and practice for a while. You don’t need to go to the Fire Refining Hall for now. Try to improve your cultivation before then. Go,” the Third Cave Master instructed, then dismissed him.

“I will remember,” Yuan Ming bowed.

After returning to his residence, Yuan Ming tidied up a bit, then took out the incense burner, began to channel mana, and lit up the pattern of The Great Ultimate.

…

A few days later, Yuan Ming packed up his things, put on a black robe, wore a hat with a veil, and prepared to leave.

Before leaving, he looked back at the window. He hadn’t seen Xiying for several days. Perhaps it was a critical moment in its cultivation. Yuan Ming shrugged and closed the door.

Just as Yuan Ming was about to leave, a silver figure suddenly appeared on the window sill and snorted, “Going out to play the hero again?”

Then it threw the golden gauze Yuan Ming had given it.

“Why is this?” Yuan Ming caught the golden gauze, puzzled.

“Borrowing this from you, if it’s damaged, you have to pay for it! Goodbye!” As soon as the voice fell, the silver cat’s figure had disappeared.

…

Two days later, Yuan Ming finally arrived at the Ghost Cry Canyon deep in the Hundred Thousand Mountains at the agreed time.

At this time, about fifty people had gathered in the cool entrance of the canyon, sitting or standing in groups, each keeping a certain distance from each other.

For Yuan Ming, who had already understood the inside story, he didn’t find the scale of this number of people strange.

Seeing Yuan Ming’s arrival, everyone turned their eyes to him.

However, everyone else quickly looked away, only the white-clothed youth who had previously tested Yuan Ming’s qualifications kept staring at him, and walked towards him.

“Fellow Daoist, this way please.” When he got close, the white-clothed youth suddenly showed a friendly smile and greeted.

Yuan Ming also smiled and nodded in response.

As he walked towards the group, he saw that most of them were men, with few female cultivators. Their appearances and clothes varied greatly, forming a stark contrast with the members of the Bai Ye San Meng, who were all dressed in white.

Among these people, many, like him, either wore hats to cover their heads or masks to hide their faces, appearing unwilling to reveal their true faces in front of others.

Although it was just a temporary mission, Yuan Ming, who was participating in such a San Meng organized mission for the first time, was both nervous and excited. He quietly walked into the crowd, found a stone to sit on, and quietly waited for the arrangement of the Bai Ye San Meng.

At this time, he suddenly realized that among the Bai Ye San Meng people gathered together, he did not see Bai Ye and Huan Shi, the two main and deputy leaders.

Just as he was wondering, he saw two figures walking out side by side from the canyon, and it was indeed those two.

Bai Ye, as the leader, did not speak, but returned to the official members of the Bai Ye San Meng and whispered something to them.

On the contrary, Huan Shi, who seemed to be the one who always handled mundane affairs in the alliance, walked towards this group of waiting temporary members with a warm smile on his face.

Seeing him coming, most people politely stood up, while some still sat on the ground, not taking him seriously, as if they often participated in such missions and didn’t care.

(End of Chapter)