The system is the proficiency panel

"When I see you, I think of your mother. Your blonde hair is just like your mother's."

Mo Ranyan, who had been silent all night, suddenly spoke, his words full of nostalgia.

"But you killed her."

Ye Zizhen's tone was cold and she didn't want to talk to the other party if possible.

"I can't help it. After all, strength is more important to me. Besides, I asked everyone in the village to go down and accompany her. Now her lover has to be included. I'm sure she won't be lonely down there."

Mo Ranyan did not show any apology and even admitted that he was responsible for Ye Youxing's death.

With a clang, a dagger used for execution slashed across Mo Ranyan's throat, leaving no trace of white marks, as it broke directly due to excessive force.

Ye Zizhen held the handle of the dagger tightly in her hand. The recoil force caused several bloody cracks on her palm, but the murderous intent in her heart suppressed the pain and she felt nothing.

"Yes, you acted decisively, which is very similar to your father. Unfortunately, you are too weak. You should go and take care of your wounds and let the strong man behind you come and talk to me."

Mo Ranyan sneered and said sarcastically.

Ye Zizhen pretended not to hear anything, threw away the dagger, took out a tissue from his pocket, lowered his head and calmly wiped the blood oozing from his palm, then suddenly raised his head and looked directly into the other person's eyes and said.

"Why didn't I ask the people behind the scenes for help? Because I was afraid. From childhood to adulthood, I have understood one thing: if grace and trust do not reach a certain level, they will slowly diminish over time until they disappear completely."

"Hmm? What do you mean, you're suddenly preaching to me?"

Mo Ranyan opened his mouth and smiled.

Ye Zizhen ignored him and continued on his own.

"I know very well that he saved me and my uncle for Hongxia City, but from the beginning, he recognized me as his sister, gave me training resources, and gave me a martial arts saint as a gift. These can be considered as pampering."

"So what do I have that can sustain this relationship and not continue to consume it?"

"He is neither greedy for beauty nor concerned about power. He usually practices cultivation and occasionally eats some delicious food and watches some videos to relieve his mood."

"It wasn't until today when he suddenly praised my cultivation speed that I realized there was only one way to maintain this relationship. I had to improve my strength and become a genius, becoming an indispensable person in his hands. Only in this way could I continue to qualify as his sister and continue to gain his favor, such as borrowing some things from him."

As he listened, Mo Ranyan became more and more impatient, and he had no idea what the other party meant.

"what do you want to say in the end?"

"I'll give you two options. First, tell me the names of the people involved in the murder of my father. I can promise that as long as your people don't take the initiative, I can let them go, and I won't hide the news or deliberately set a trap to harm you. Second, I will kill you first, and then go to Mocheng to kill your entire clan."

Ye Zixin was filled with murderous intent. The savings ring on her hand flashed, and a light golden sword floated in front of her. The sword was as thin as a cicada's wing. It was the Settling Sun Sword that she had borrowed from Lin Ji after she figured it out this morning.

The moment he saw the sword, Mo Ranyan's pupils widened suddenly, and his whole body was sending him a fatal warning. He recognized it. The young man used it to fight the Red Flame Beast that day.

"What is your relationship with that boy?"

Ye Zizhen did not say anything, but just stretched out her hand to hold Canyang. A force was transmitted from the sword, and her momentum began to surge instantly. This time, Lin Ji poured a lot of spiritual power into the sword, which at least allowed her to wield the power of three swords and four artistic conceptions.

The scene before his eyes left Ye Youkong dumbfounded. His niece's aura now surpassed that of her elder brother, just because she had picked up that adult's sword. This made Ye Youkong both happy and worried.

Seeing this, Mo Ranyan quickly opened his mouth and shouted.

"wait…"

But before he could finish his words, Ye Zizhen had already thrust out his sword. It didn't make any loud noise, it simply pierced the opponent's heart.

Instantly, intense pain filled every cell, making Mo Ranyan's face grim, his body twitching and twisting, sweat pouring down like rain, and his teeth clenched until they broke. But he was unable to move his whole body and had no choice but to stare at the girl in front of him.

"This sword has destroyed the vitality of your body. You have one minute left to answer my questions. Not only that, it will also increase the sensitivity of your five senses. You will feel excruciating pain but will not faint. Experience this feeling slowly. This is my last gift to you."

Ye Zizhen smiled from the bottom of her heart. It was the first time she smiled since coming here. Her smile was very sweet and innocent.

But in Mo Ranyan's eyes, she was like a devil. He couldn't understand how her parents, who were both decent people, could give birth to a daughter who was so torturous.

In 5 seconds, Mo Ranyan, whose face was distorted and facial features were bleeding, gradually adapted to the pain, recovered, and was able to think again.

He knew that the other party was not exaggerating. With his five senses magnified, he could clearly feel that the magnificent vitality that originally belonged to the Martial Saint instantly became like a candle in the wind, and was even rapidly dissipating.

The next second while Mo Ranyan was thinking, his body, including his clothes, began to gradually dissipate from his feet, and scattered into the most basic atoms.

The feeling of his body dissipating was also clearly conveyed to Mo Ranyan, which made him realize that he would die whether he said it or not. Since he was destined to die, the choice was obvious.

The only thing that made him feel powerless and confused was that his strength was not bad among the martial saints, and he also controlled the forces in Mo City and the surrounding areas. Why didn't the young man try to recruit him, and even had no intention of using him as a bargaining chip, and didn't care about his death at all? He couldn't understand...

"The participants are Ye...Qingyu from Luoye City, Xuan from Bifeng Mountain and Mohelian Teng from Yinsha."

Mo Ranyan endured the pain and mentioned several collaborators intermittently.

Ye Zizhen silently repeated the name the other party had said and memorized it firmly. With a wave of his hand, he put the setting sun into the savings ring, turned around and left, leaving behind a word.

"The rest of the time is left for you to slowly experience the feeling of death."

Afterwards, he said goodbye to Ye Youkong and the masked man and left together, leaving Mo Ranyan, who had fallen to the ground due to his disappeared hands and feet, and was left alone facing the pitch-black cell, roaring helplessly and furiously.

……

At the Ye family mansion, Lin Ji received Ye Xun in his room and studied the star liquid together.

"How about real people?"

"Incredible."

Facing Lin Ji's question, Ye Xun carefully looked at the eight drops of star liquid moving in orbit in front of him, his eyes full of surprise.

These eight drops of stellar liquid are of uniform size, and their overall weight is close to that of Kaiyang Star, but their combined size is less than one cubic centimeter. Yet they have not collapsed into a black hole.

Ye Xun believed that he could not achieve this kind of power. Perhaps a True Lord could, but he had never seen it, so he did not dare to jump to conclusion.

So he asked Lin Ji.

"Daozi, you should have studied the star liquid along the way, right? Have you found anything?"