The strategy of Sword Pavilion is to enter the Treasure Pavilion.

Sword Pavilion, Elder meeting hall.

The Elders sitting in the hall were speechless at this moment.

Of course, a few were secretly gloating.

For example, Murong Xue and the Seven Stars of the Big Dipper.

Tai Feng had been humiliated in Hang City, and his natal flying sword was shattered, leaving only the hilt.

Murong Xue remembered that when the other party first condensed the prototype of a sword spirit, he had bragged about it endlessly to his peers.

Yet, he had ended up in such a state now.

Thinking of this, Murong Xue glanced quietly at Tai Feng sitting in the front row.

His wounds had not yet healed, and his body was wrapped in a large amount of specially treated gauze.

When he was dumped at the Sword Pavilion that day, the Elders thought someone was attacking the Sword Pavilion and almost killed Tai Feng on the spot.

Now, the entire meeting hall was as quiet as a morgue; not even the sound of breathing could be heard.

Finally, an Elder couldn't bear the situation anymore and took the initiative to speak: "Staying in this stalemate isn't a solution. What should we do next?"

It was good that someone broke the deadlock, but it also placed the most cruel problem before them.

They were currently helpless against Su Ming.

If this continued, the 'immortal blood' would have nothing to do with their Sword Pavilion.

They had to realize that the 'immortal blood' holder they had captured earlier was seeing the 'immortal blood' mark on his face fade away.

At this rate, it would dissipate in less than a month.

By now, the people of the Sword Pavilion had realized that the 'immortal blood' they had captured was fake.

They had raided a secret stronghold of the Blood Sword Tower and found this 'immortal blood' holder there.

Thinking about it now, it was clearly a decoy released by the Blood Sword Tower.

"The Secret Realm hasn't opened yet, and the Pavilion Master hasn't come out of seclusion. What else can we do now?"

"Order all Sword Pavilion Disciples and Elders to return to the Sword Pavilion and activate the Sect's grand defensive array to prevent that Su Ming from attacking the Sword Pavilion later."

Tai Feng's words caught the Elders off guard.

No one expected that their Sword Pavilion would have to resort to such a measure of sealing the Sect for self-preservation.

"Must we really go this far? If we all go together, could we not be a match for Su Ming?" An Elder expressed his disagreement.

The Seven Stars of the Big Dipper lost, and Tai Feng lost, but that didn't mean their Sword Pavilion would lose.

In his view, as long as all their Samsara Realm experts were dispatched, they shouldn't fear a mere Su Ming alone.

Tai Feng looked at that person and sneered: "You couldn't even let out a fart for half a day, but now you have ideas?"

"If you want to test Su Ming's strength, then go ahead. But I can't guarantee you'll come back alive."

Facing Tai Feng's sarcasm, the man's face turned livid, but he couldn't say anything more.

"Get this done as soon as possible to prevent Su Ming and the Blood Sword Tower from harboring evil intentions against the Sword Pavilion."

By now, everyone in the Sword Pavilion accepted Tai Feng's suggestion.

Just as everyone was preparing to leave, a short sword suddenly flew in from outside and stuck directly into the center of the meeting hall.

"It's from the Blood Sword Tower!"

Someone recognized the style of the short sword at a glance and noticed the storage ring hanging from the hilt.

"At a time like this, what tricks are they trying to play?"

"Won't we know if we open that storage ring? I'll do it."

The Elder said this, cautiously stepped forward, pulled out the short sword, and checked the contents of the storage ring.

It was a note.

"I, the Blood Sword Tower, sincerely wish to cooperate with the Sword Pavilion. If interested, come to Broken Sword Peak on the night of the full moon in three days to discuss."

After the Elder read the content of the note, someone immediately cursed.

"What kind of dog shit is the Blood Sword Tower? Are they worthy of cooperating with us? If they send us the heads of the people from Kuiyu Tower, then we can talk about cooperation!"

Others didn't speak, but their attitudes were clear.

Their Sword Pavilion would never collude with the Blood Sword Tower.

But Tai Feng put forward a different view.

"In three days, we can send people to Broken Sword Peak to see the situation. Isn't this also an opportunity to take down the Blood Sword Tower?"

The more everyone thought about it, the more they felt Tai Feng's words made some sense.

Anyway, there was no loss in going for a trip. Wouldn't it be better if they could wipe out the Blood Sword Tower in one fell swoop?

Little did they know, the moment they had this thought, the destiny of the Sword Pavilion had already become intertwined with the destiny of the Blood Sword Tower.

...

On the main street of Hang City, Su Ming was holding Su Yingluo's hand and carrying Lin Zhaodi on his back, heading toward their destination.

The Treasure Pavilion was now stationed outside Hang City.

However, due to the Sword Pavilion earlier, few people came to visit.

Su Ming waited until he was sure that the Sword Pavilion wouldn't be sending anyone for a while before taking the two Little Girls out.

To ensure nothing went wrong, Su Ming left the battle spirit puppet inside Hang City.

On the way, Su Ming only saw a few scattered Loose Cultivators; most of them were not from Hang City but had followed the Treasure Pavilion from other places.

Many of them had obvious joy on their faces as they left.

It was a pity that this joy didn't last long before it transferred to the faces of another group of people.

"It really is a classic case of intercepting and robbing halfway. I wonder if this will happen to me?" Su Ming thought casually.

Entering an auction and then getting robbed is a link that one must experience.

"Have you two decided what you want later?"

Su Ming asked the two Little Girls.

"I want a precious sword!"

Lin Zhaodi said in a firm tone, and when she said this, her little eyes glanced at Su Yingluo from time to time.

Su Ming had given Su Yingluo so many precious swords; how could Lin Zhaodi not be jealous?

"Alright, alright, I'll buy you a good one then. How about you, Yingluo? Is there anything you want?"

"As long as it's a gift from Master, anything is fine."

Facing such an answer, Su Ming could only smile helplessly.

However, after arriving at the outskirts and looking at the market set up by carriages and tents, Su Ming felt something was wrong.

These tents gave him a faint sense of familiarity, like the heaven-reaching pagoda.

"Could it be that these tents contain their own space just like the heaven-reaching pagoda?"

With curiosity, he arrived at the entrance of the market ahead.

As soon as he stepped inside, the three of them seemed to have stepped onto a bustling commercial street.

The situation inside was completely different from how it looked from the outside.

Just as Su Ming was shocked by the changes before him, someone came up to him and said: "Sorry, we need to check your Token."

Seeing that the other party was dressed like a shopkeeper, Su Ming didn't say anything and directly took out the Token and handed it to him.

After looking at it, the other party glanced at Su Ming with slight surprise, then returned the Token.

"The Token is correct. You may enter now. I wish you success in choosing your desired goods."

Taking back the Token, Su Ming took the two Little Girls and officially stepped into the Treasure Pavilion's market.

As for the guard who had just checked the Token, he immediately ordered someone to follow Su Ming.

"Follow that Young Master just now; his background is not simple."

"Yes, Supervisor!"

After the order was given, the Supervisor began to verify the next Token.

Just by taking one look, he put down the Token in his hand.

"You cannot enter the Treasure Pavilion's market using a fake Token. Please leave."

However, this person not only refused to accept it but unscrupulously displayed his spiritual power, revealing himself to be a Creation Realm Cultivator.

"This is my Token." The other party showed a ferocious expression.

But in the next second, he turned into a puddle of blood, while the man called the Supervisor took out a silk handkerchief and wiped his hands.

"A clown, you've made my hands dirty..."