Hearing this, Yu Qingbai stopped making trouble and lay obediently on Yu Zhao's back. His voice was as weak as a breeze: "Sister, go quickly. I've healed my injury and will definitely protect my sister."

As he spoke, his voice became increasingly blurry, as if he would faint in the next second.

"Sister, just be happy, I will help you with the rest."

The words that were as gentle as a kitten made Yu Zhao's eyes turn red instantly. She felt sour and unbearable, and she hugged the person behind her more firmly.

After saying this, Yu Qingbai fell asleep again.

Yu Zhao quickened his pace and came to where the leader was, explaining his purpose in a few words.

The leader looked at the girl in front of him, was silent for a moment, and then said: "You are a good boy. I agree to this matter, but I have a condition."

Yu Zhao pursed her lips slightly. She knew that even the head was not obliged to help her. If she wanted to ask for help, she had to show her sincerity.

But Yu Zhao had nothing.

She looked up at the leader and said word by word: "Just tell me, no matter what the conditions are, I will try my best to complete them."

The leader was stunned for a moment, and after a moment, he seemed to suddenly realize it and burst out laughing.

After hearing his laughter, Yu Zhao was a little confused. Before he could speak, the leader said: "Don't worry, I'm not asking you for anything."

Hearing this, Yu Zhao's eyes became more confused. After a moment, as if he remembered something, his eyes were filled with mist.

What she knew was that she had almost nothing except the divine water and spiritual roots.

The other party is a sect leader, and whether it is natural treasures, earthly treasures, or spiritual swords and artifacts, as long as he wants, he can basically get it.

Except for the divine water spirit root.

Before Yu Zhao was reborn, he had heard that some disciples from aristocratic families had no talent for cultivation, so they would dig up other people's spiritual roots and graft them onto their own bodies. Although there was only a 50% chance of success, for them

That's enough.

No one can resist the temptation of innate spiritual roots.

I think the leader is no exception.

Yu Zhao's heart was unspeakably complicated. If he had to sacrifice his spiritual roots to protect Yu Qingbai, then...is this necessary?

Before she could think clearly, the leader smiled and said: "My condition is very simple, that is, if you want to come back to this secret realm alive, no matter what method you use, you must come back alive."

Yu Zhao raised his head suddenly, his eyes full of confusion.

The leader said: "The world is not peaceful now, and it is very likely that there will be chaos in the future. The world of cultivation needs a genius, and your divine water spirit root..."

"Forget it." The leader smiled: "These are not important. Even if you don't have the divine water spirit root, you still have to come back alive."

Yu Zhao was a little stunned and asked blankly: "Why?"

The leader said: "Liuyun Sect has already lost one Zhaozhao."

At that moment, Yu Zhao really wanted to cry.

Yu Zhao agreed, put Yu Qingbai on the bed, and then left.

Before leaving, the headmaster gave Yu Zhao a long sword.

There were a large number of disciples going to the secret realm this time, and most of them were in the Qi Refining Stage or Foundation Establishment Stage. The elders all sent their favorite disciples. It seemed that everyone attached great importance to this secret realm.

But nowadays, the qualifications in the world of cultivation are mixed, and only a few have reached the golden elixir stage.

Every golden elixir-level disciple must be ordered to lead his disciples to perform tasks, and Yu Zhao's trip to the secret realm is no exception.

The disciple leading the team, Yu Zhao, also looked familiar. He was Ming Jinghuan, the eldest disciple of the sect leader.

Seeing him, Yu Zhao didn't know whether he was happy or worried.

Ming Jinghuan's eyes briefly fell on Yu Zhao. He seemed a little bored and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Fortunately, he didn't say anything, otherwise Yu Zhao really didn't know how to face him.

After a while, Su Wan came jumping up and down.

Yu Zhao clearly saw that when he saw Su Wan, Ming Jinghuan's eyes suddenly brightened a little.

Su Wan jumped up to Ming Jinghuan's side, with a bright smile in her eyes.

She turned around and waved to Jiang Zhi, and said happily: "Master, I'm leaving, don't worry about me."

Jiang Zhi hummed softly, and then his eyes fell on Yu Zhao. The warmth in his eyes faded instantly, and his voice was extremely cold: "Su Wan is my disciple. No one can harm his fellow disciples in the secret realm. If I know

, I will definitely not let her off lightly."

Although he said this to everyone, his eyes fell directly on Yu Zhao.

Yu Zhao was silent for a moment, and suddenly felt a little cold in his heart.

Jiang Zhi seemed to have a lot of things to be busy with. After saying this, he warned Su Wan several times before leaving in a hurry.

After he left, Su Wan made a face at his back, making Ming Jinghuan smile softly.

After laughing, Ming Jinghuan looked Su Wan up and down. After a while, he said with some dissatisfaction: "Why are you wearing so little? The temperature in the secret realm is unstable. If you wear less, you will suffer."

Su Wan stuck out her tongue playfully, took Ming Jinghuan's arm, and said coquettishly: "Oh, it's okay. My clothes are specially made by Master to keep away the cold and heat."

Hearing this, Ming Jinghuan breathed a sigh of relief and said with a gentle face: "In that case, let's go."

Su Wan nodded, then focused on Yu Zhao, squinting slightly and looking provocative.

Ming Jinghuan didn't pay attention to the undercurrent here, and only said softly: "You stay with me later, I will protect you well."

Su Wan hummed, and then said happily: "I knew that Senior Brother Ming was the best to me!"

Ming Jinghuan smiled softly when he heard this, but didn't say anything.

Yu Zhao was a little irritable.

The more people she comes into contact with, the more bored she becomes.

Su Wan didn't know what kind of ecstasy soup she poured into the entire Liuyun Sect disciples, causing all the disciples to whisper to her.

Yu Zhao vaguely felt that something was wrong.

In my impression, Ming Jinghuan is a very unkind person, and there is only one Yu Zhao around him who can barely be considered close to him.

Usually, they tend to be alone.

There was no reason to be so gentle to Su Wan who had just entered the house not long ago.

What exactly is the problem?

Yu Zhao couldn't tell either.

Before Yu Zhao could think clearly, the entire army was ready to set off.

Since most disciples cannot fly with swords, this time the sect sent three flying monsters to carry the disciples.

Counting Ming Jinghuan and the disciples of the elders who have reached the late stage of foundation building, there are only five people who can fly with swords.

There are a total of thirty-three people on this trip, so each flying monster has to carry ten people.
Chapter completed!