On the mountainside of Chu Yun Peak, there were white clouds.
A Young disciple in a white robe was walking up the mountain stairs.
When he lifted one of his feet and was about to step on a stone step, he suddenly felt dizzy. Then, he stood on the spot and couldn't move. Even his divine sense became blurred.
Then, a figure flashed beside him. A tall Young figure suddenly appeared there. It was Han Li.
"Tell me about the situation of the Scripture Pavilion in the sect."
Han Li's eyes flashed with blue light. He stared at the Young man's eyes and said slowly with a strange voice.
"The Scripture Pavilion is located on Saint Gathering Peak. It's divided into two pavilions.
The outer pavilion is open to all disciples and elders, while the inner pavilion only allows inner disciples and elders to enter … "The white-robed disciple's eyes were unfocused as he answered dully like a wooden man.
Listening to the disciple's words, Han Li's expression didn't change, but a hint of thoughtfulness flashed deep in his eyes.
As the most important place of the sect, the Leng Yan Sect's management of the Scripture Pavilion was naturally very strict.
On normal days, the disciples and elders of the sect not only needed to pay a lot of spirit stones but also had to deduct the sect's contribution points.
The sect's Contribution Points were a measure of the sect's disciples and elders' contributions to the sect. Generally, they were obtained by completing missions issued by the sect. The more difficult the mission, the more Contribution Points one could obtain. Without enough time to accumulate, it was impossible to obtain enough Contribution Points to exchange for high-grade cultivation methods and secret techniques.
Therefore, there were always some people who took the unorthodox path and sought other ways.
Not long ago, there were also many rogue cultivators with bad intentions who secretly sneaked into the Scripture Pavilion to steal ancient books under the pretext of joining the Leng Yan Sect and becoming an outer elder. As a result, they were all discovered without exception. Their ending was extremely miserable.
There was no other reason but that the security measures of the Scripture Pavilion were too strict. These people had no chance at all.
According to the white-robed disciple, there were Void Refinement Stage elders stationed in the pavilion all year round and there were people patrolling from time to time. In addition, there were countless powerful restrictions that ordinary cultivators couldn't get close at all.
Han Li pondered for a while, then withdrew his finger from the white-robed disciple's forehead. Like a ghost, he disappeared from the spot in an instant.
The white-robed disciple who had raised his foot for a long time finally stepped down.
He staggered and almost fell.
After stabilizing his body, he rubbed his numb calf and looked around blankly. He shook his head in confusion and continued to walk up the mountain.
After the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn.
Han Li's figure appeared on Saint Gathering Peak. He stood under a tall, verdant cypress tree, looking at a two-story octagonal pavilion in the distance.
The pavilion was about ninety feet tall and had eight sides. However, there was only one door in the south.
The walls and roof of the pavilion were engraved with a variety of complicated lightning-resistant and fire-resistant runes.
Two groups of patrolling cultivators circled the two sides of the pavilion, shuttling back and forth, taking turns to patrol.
After staring at it for a long while, a contemplative look appeared on Han Li's face, and his body blurred before disappearing on the spot.
That night.
In a valley in the depths of the Leng Yan Sect, there was a bluestone hall. From time to time, teams of patrolling disciples would pass by. There were seven or eight teams, and the leaders were all Deity Transformation cultivators. It was obvious that they attached great importance to this place.
A patrol team silently flew past the entrance of the valley. The leader, a burly man in an azure robe, seemed a little sleepy and yawned silently.
At this moment, a few dozen feet away, another patrol team flew over and patrolled in different directions.
The burly man in an azure robe saw this and couldn't help but curl his lips.
Although the Heavenly Talisman Hall was an important place of the Leng Yan Sect, it was too cautious to arrange so many patrolling disciples.
Not only was the location hidden, but there was also a sect protection formation covering the entire mountain gate. How could anyone sneak in here?
He naturally didn't dare to say these words. Instead, he transmitted his voice to the disciples behind him to be vigilant and flew into the valley.
At this moment, a thunderclap suddenly sounded in a hall not far from the burly man in an azure robe. Then, a purple lightning burst out and immediately calmed down.
The burly man was startled and didn't seem to react.
"Who is it!"
"Not good! Someone has sneaked into the Heavenly Talisman Hall!"
The patrolling disciples behind the burly man cried out in alarm.
The burly man in an azure robe also reacted at this moment. He flew down and arrived outside the hall in a flash.
"Who dares to break into the Heavenly Talisman Hall? Quickly surrender!"
The burly man shouted loudly. He gripped a magic weapon in his hand and waved his hand. The patrolling disciples behind him dispersed and surrounded the hall.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The other patrolling disciples also flew over and surrounded the hall. There were seven or eight teams in total. Hundreds of people surrounded the hall so tightly that not even a fly would be able to escape.
The hall was pitch-black and didn't have the slightest movement.
All the halls here were shrouded by a restrictive spell. So, the spirit sense couldn't penetrate inside.
The leaders looked at each other. They couldn't make up their minds whether they should rush in or not.
They were patrolling disciples and didn't have the qualifications to set foot in here.
"What happened?" A white light flew over and landed outside the hall. Then, the figure of a white-haired old man appeared.
"Master Fan, you're here. Someone has just broken into the Heavenly Talisman Hall.
We are about to go in and search, but according to the rules, we are not qualified to go in. "One of the leaders walked to the side of the old man and said quickly.
"What!
A group of idiots. Why are you still following the rules at this time? What are you waiting for? Hurry up and go in! "The white-haired old man immediately roared in anger and rushed into the hall.
When the leaders saw this, most of them immediately followed. However, two of them stayed outside.
When the white-haired old man rushed to the entrance of the hall, he was startled.
The restrictive spell on the main entrance of the hall was actually intact.
The old man felt strange. However, he didn't have time to think about it. He took out a token and a white light flew out from it and fell on the door.
The door flashed and opened with a squeak.
The leaders immediately rushed into the hall. The white-haired old man waved his hand and shot a magic technique.
The hall immediately bloomed with white light, illuminating the inside of the hall.
Everyone was stunned. The furnishings in the hall were simple. There were only a dozen white jade shelves. They could see through them at a glance.
There was no one here!
There were a few scorch marks on the ground.
"No one?
Did he escape? "The leaders saw this and couldn't help but look at each other.
The cyan-robed man was also in the hall. His eyes were wide open and full of disbelief.
When the accident happened, he was right next to the hall and his eyes never left it for a second. How did that person escape?
"Ah!
Celestial Shadow Stone!
Moongazing Grass! "The white-haired old man rushed to a white jade shelf. His face was pale and his lips were trembling.
These white jade shelves were filled with materials. There were restrictive spells around the shelves. However, the restrictive spells on two of the shelves had been broken and the materials on them were a lot less.
"Billowing Wood, Iron Feather!" The old man ran to another shelf and beat his chest and stamped his feet. He was extremely distressed.
The Semi-God Realm leaders' faces didn't look good either.
"Go after him! Mobilize all the patrolling disciples. We must catch this thief for me!" The white-haired old man stomped his feet and shouted angrily.
…
A large number of precious talisman-making materials were stolen from the Heavenly Talisman Hall. It caused a great uproar in the Leng Yan Sect. Countless patrolling disciples were dispatched to search for the thief.
The operation to catch the thief lasted from midnight until dawn. Later, many outer disciples were woken up and joined the search.
As a result, the entire Spirit Flame Mountain Range was turned upside down, but no trace of the thief was found.
This matter soon alarmed the sect's higher-ups. A late Void Refinement Stage elder who was good at tracking came to the Heavenly Talisman Hall. After investigation, he determined that the thief escaped using a lightning teleportation formation. There was no trace left, so he couldn't track him.
Seeing that even the late-Spatial Tempering elders were unable to find the thief, there was no way a Body Integration Stage grand elder would be alerted by such a trivial matter. Only then did Master Fan of the Heavenly Talisman Hall resentfully stop his arrest.
Although the search was over, the sect naturally wouldn't let it go so easily.
The protective formation around the Spirit Flame Mountain Range didn't show any signs of being broken. Naturally, the thief was still in the mountain range. The Leng Yan Sect secretly sent experts to search for him.