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Heavenly Secret Elder, since you trust me so much, I will clear your name!

Although he had not met the Heavenly Secret Elder, Qin Yu had already reached a consensus with him, forming an offensive and defensive alliance!

Qin Yu’s words reassured Yang Jingling, for if the Heavenly Secret Elder had any issues, she would have felt guilty for a lifetime! After all, for the sake of the Heavenly Secret Elder, she and the entire Heavenly Secret Sect had stood on the opposing side!

”Since the master trusts the grandmaster, I will give this Evil Spirit Core to you!”

Qin Yu accepted the Evil Spirit Core, feeling the incomparably pure Yin Qi within, and a brilliant smile appeared on his face.

Indeed, the Heavenly Secret Elder had really killed an Evil Spirit General!

It seemed he had anticipated today!

It looks like the Heavenly Secret Divination of the Heavenly Secret Sect is well-deserved!

”Master, what should we do now?”

”Let’s go, let’s take a stroll around!”

Qin Yu grinned, pulling Yang Jingling along as he walked away, but of course, he wasn’t just wandering aimlessly, he was studying the terrain, figuring out how to set up the Core Formation of the Illusion Realm Formation!

Before obtaining the Evil Spirit Core from the Evil Spirit General, Qin Yu had not been confident about controlling the situation! However, with the Evil Spirit General’s Evil Spirit Core, the power of the Core Formation greatly increased!

Qin Yu could even exhibit the strength of the Peak of the Quasi-Divine Realm! He could definitely influence the battle situation! All he needed to do was to wait silently, wait silently for all truths to come to light!

Yang Jingling knew very well that Qin Yu wasn’t just wandering aimlessly, but being led by Qin Yu, she felt like her brain couldn’t keep up!

She couldn’t understand at all what Qin Yu was doing.

It wasn’t until Qin Yu had finished setting up the Core Formation of the Illusion Realm Formation that Yang Jingling came back to her senses.

”Jingling, I need to make a trip to the Evil Spirit King’s place, I’ll come find you later,”

”Okay.”

As Yang Jingling’s figure faded into the distance, Qin Yu leisurely walked towards the Evil Spirit King’s Palace.

The Evil Spirit King had been waiting for good news from Qin Yu for a long time. Seeing Qin Yu return, the Evil Spirit King was greatly energized, ”Demon King, is the Myriad Spirits Formation ready?”

”Of course, want me to activate it?

”No, the senses of the Evil Spirit God are very sharp, don’t alarm the enemy prematurely, the time isn’t right yet.” The Evil Spirit King’s face revealed a sinister smile.

The time isn’t right yet? Qin Yu narrowed his eyes, further confirming his own judgment.

However, how does the Evil Spirit King communicate with the insider of the Heavenly Secret Sect? Who exactly is the insider of the Heavenly Secret Sect?

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In the Heavenly Secret Sect, Zhao Long was transported to the upscale residential district’s main street by a mechanism; he felt like he was in a dream, utterly disoriented.

”Huh? Isn’t that Zhao Long? You’re still alive?” A passerby looked at Zhao Long as if he had seen a ghost.

Without saying a second word, Zhao Long hurried towards the Sect Leader’s mansion! He needed to inform the Sect Leader that the Saintess was still alive!

When Zhao Long reached the Sect Leader’s mansion, he arrived just in time to see Yang Hui looking dejected following behind Yang Feiyu, clearly having been severely reprimanded by him.

”Sect Leader! I have important news to report.” Zhao Long swiftly rushed forward.

Seeing Zhao Long, Yang Hui’s face showed an expression of seeing a ghost, looking incredulously at Zhao Long and stuttering, ”Zhao... Zhao Long, weren’t you killed by the Evil Spirit General?”

”Thanks to the Young Master, Zhao Long is still alive, and I have seen the Saintess!”

Zhao Long looked at Yang Hui with a cold gaze, making Yang Hui’s heart tremble, worried that his father would be displeased if he knew that he had used Zhao Long as a scapegoat!

Fortunately, Yang Feiyu did not consider this aspect; grabbing Zhao Long’s arm, he asked with a trembling voice, ”Is Jingling really alive? How is she?”