The yin-yang arts that Mu Wanxuan practiced were from the Yin-Yang Secret Scroll that the Yin-Yang All-Creation Sect had been desperately seeking.0

Who would believe such a thing if it were said aloud?0

If this matter were exposed, then the righteous sects would probably hold Qing Yanzi accountable for teaching a corrupt Daoist cultivation technique to his disciple, and the Yin-Yang All-Creation Sect would likely stop at nothing to seize the Yin-Yang Secret Scroll and kill Mu Wanxuan.0

The Yin-Yang Secret Scroll was not just a scroll that contained profound cultivation techniques. To the Yin-Yang All-Creation Sect, it was a shame of a thousand years past—a symbol of dignity that they had to reclaim.0

Wang Sheng was truly starting to feel anxious. What he didn't know was whether the Yin-Yang All-Creation Sect had already set their sights on his senior sister.0

That night, although more than seven thousand cultivators were on Mount Sanqing, the place had become rather quiet. 0

In the bedroom of the small Daoist temple, Qing Yanzi and his disciples gathered once more. The atmosphere was heavy. Mu Wanxuan sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, a hint of confusion lingering in her eyes, while her master and junior...0