The treatment of the second-class guest is like that of an inner disciple, and he only needs to handle some daily tasks for the sect on weekdays, or he can be dispatched when the head of the sect has an order.

The treatment of the third-class guest is the most ordinary, but the task is also the simplest, on weekdays, he only needs to teach some ordinary disciples in the sect to practice spells, and the rest of the time comes and goes freely without being controlled.

It is not an easy task to be hired as a guest secretary by a large sect, and most of the popular ones are casual cultivators with great backgrounds or extremely high talents, and their cultivation must at least be in the Yuan infant stage.

A Jindan stage monk like Lin Yu was able to be invited by Yang Kaitian to be hired as a guest of the Jiuhua Sect and enjoy the same treatment as a Yuan Infant stage monk, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was to compensate her.

The mountain behind Qinghe Town.

The full moon hung high, the four fields were silent, and the roars of wild beasts came from the depths of the mountains and forests from time to time.

A black shadow flew through the ghostly mountains and forests, as fast as lightning, and caught people off guard.

"Senior brother! There he is! A young disciple dressed in Jiuhua Sect costume held a luminous lantern and shouted loudly pointing in the direction of the black shadow.

In an instant, there was a rustle in the grass and trees! The disciples of the Jiuhua Sect who were quietly dormant in the mountains and forests immediately poured out.

Yang Duyan took the lead, raising his sword and quickly chasing after the black shadow.

Unexpectedly, when the black shadow saw the disciples of the Jiuhua Sect who suddenly appeared, not only did he not have the slightest fear, but instead let out a strange and ugly laugh, and turned around and rushed towards the disciples of the Jiuhua Sect.

Under the bright moonlight, the black shadows walked strangely and elusively.

He easily dodged Yang Duyan's repeated attacks, and his ten fingertips flashed with fierce spiritual power, like the sharpest dagger in the world, and one claw was inserted into the chest of the disciple holding the luminous lantern, and with a single retraction of his five fingers, he instantly pulled out the young disciple's still beating heart!

"Senior Brother Lu Yuan!" Yang Duyan was dumbfounded, and watched the little junior brother who loved to follow him die like this.

He immediately sacrificed the Soul Binding Rope and hit the black shadow, only to see a ribbon emitting purple light flying towards the black shadow like a spirit snake in the moonlight, and at the moment when it approached the black shadow, it suddenly turned into dozens of purple rays of light and twisted towards the black shadow from all directions.

The black shadow laughed wildly, threw the dead Lu Yuan at Yang Duyan casually, raised his head and swallowed the bloody heart, and a young and hideous face was also exposed to the bright moonlight.

That face turned out to be the youngest and most outstanding disciple of the Jiuhua Sect's generation, Han Jingmo, who had made a name for himself in the cultivation world five years ago.

Han Jingmo is the seventy-second generation disciple of the Jiuhua Sect, and he is also the only descendant disciple under the throne of Yang Kaitian, the head of the Jiuhua Sect.

He entered the Jiuhua Sect at the age of five, built the foundation at the age of fifteen, and married the Dan at the age of thirty.

Five years ago, Han Jingmo successfully married at the age of thirty, shocking the entire cultivation world, and for a while, he was in the limelight, and his amazing talent did not know how many monks were envious, and it was very beautiful for a while.

But later, Han Jingmo began to rarely appear in front of people, and even some important fighting competitions in the cultivation realm no longer appeared. In this regard, Jiuhua Sect's explanation to the outside world is that Han Jingmo, the descendant disciple of the head of the sect, is about to break through the mid-stage cultivation of Jindan, so he is dedicated to retreating and practicing in the sect.

The pride of heaven, who was supposed to practice in retreat in Jiuhua Sect, appeared in Qinghe Town, thousands of miles away, looking delirious, and he also did the act of digging up people's hearts, and Song Qingli, who was standing incognito on an ancient tree in the back mountain and witnessed everything, touched his chin, frowned and fell into contemplation.