I was killed by my relatives, and I am reborn to be ruthless.

Time passed slowly in tension and anxiety, and He Ronger became more and more anxious.

She was worried about the unknown variables and afraid that all her efforts would come to naught. So she decided to take action and use her unique advantage - strong mental power to send He Lian'er on her way.

Without anyone noticing, He Ronger quietly gathered a trace of mental power. It was as light as a thread, but contained a force that could not be ignored.

She carefully guided this force, crossing the boundaries of space and invading He Lian'er's consciousness.

In the spiritual world, such behavior is extremely dangerous. Only cultivators with spiritual awareness strong to a certain level can explore the sea of ​​consciousness of others without harming themselves.

But He Rong'er was different. Due to her profound skills in refining medicine and drawing talismans, her mental power far surpassed her peers, even surpassing those monks who only focused on swordsmanship. Therefore, her mental power easily penetrated He Lian'er's defense and silently penetrated into the depths of her consciousness.

In this private space belonging to He Lian'er, He Rong'er began to search for key information.

She tried to understand the secret behind He Lian'er and why she had come to this point. At the same time, she was also wary of possible counterattacks. After all, invading other people's sea of ​​consciousness was an extremely impolite and dangerous behavior, and the slightest carelessness could lead to unpredictable consequences.

However, He Ronger did not immediately find the answer she wanted.

"Since there is nothing to find, let you and the truth perish together."

A feeling of determination and resolve welled up in He Ronger's heart, and she closed her eyes and concentrated.

That tiny wisp of spiritual consciousness that contained endless power was like a sharp sword. Driven by her will, it silently penetrated the void and pointed directly at He Lian'er's fragile sea of ​​consciousness.

He Lian'er only felt a sudden thunderclap in her mind, and the severe pain surged like a tide, instantly drowning her reason and consciousness.

She held on to the wall with both hands, but lost control due to the sudden pain. The strength in her fingertips dissipated, and her whole body seemed to be stripped of all support. Her body involuntarily began to spin in the air, and eventually she lost her balance and fell towards the abyss below that seemed to swallow everything.

"Ah——!" Her scream echoed in the empty sky and earth, filled with despair and unwillingness, but it was unable to stop the irreversible fate.

The surrounding scenery quickly magnified in her eyes, but became blurred the next moment until it completely disappeared from her sight.

Everyone present witnessed this scene, but no one stepped forward, let alone offered help.

Their faces showed either indifference or indignation, but mostly a complex emotion - they only felt deep disgust and disdain for He Lian'er's behavior of betraying her family, falling into the evil way, and harming her fellow disciples.

As He Lian'er's body continued to fall, her once proud and arrogant figure gradually became smaller, and finally turned into a wisp of green smoke above the scorching land, drifting away with the wind and disappearing without a trace.

Her existence is like a short dream, leaving only nothingness and emptiness after waking up. What she leaves to the world, besides condemnation of her evil deeds, is endless thinking and reflection on human nature, good and evil, life and death.

The leader of Mingjian Sect stared at the green smoke that gradually dissipated into the air. The regret in his eyes was like fallen leaves in autumn, filling his entire heart.

He sighed softly, feeling mixed emotions. Such a good seedling, originally the hope for the future of the sect, but because of a moment of loss, he embarked on a road of no return and ended up like this.

This was not only a personal tragedy for He Lian'er, but also a wake-up call for sect education, making him reflect deeply on the fact that when training disciples, in addition to imparting martial arts, more attention should be paid to the guidance of their mind and morality.

Turning around, the sect leader's gaze fell on "Zhao Yun". A spark of hope rekindled in those eyes that had experienced the vicissitudes of life but were still bright.

Fortunately, his little apprentice, that smart, tough and righteous child, was still standing there safely and became a new pillar in his heart.

This relief and pride made him forget the sadness from a moment ago, and he secretly vowed to cultivate him more carefully so as not to let the same regret happen again.

On the other hand, He Kangcheng and Xi Ruxin, after experiencing a huge emotional shock, looked at He Ronger's cold and determined back, their hearts filled with complex emotions.

They wanted to apologize, to explain, and even to seek a little understanding and forgiveness, but facing He Ronger's seemingly closed heart, all the words seemed pale and powerless.

In the end, they could only support each other silently, turn around and leave, revealing endless regret and helplessness in their backs.

Although He Ronger did not show her reaction to them, she had her own thoughts in her mind.

She knew very well that once something happened, it could never go back to the way it was before. She chose to deal with it all in her own way, walking straight towards Zou Mubai and Fei Xiuwen, where she belonged and relied on at the moment.

With the successful resolution of this incident, the burdens on the hearts of several clan leaders were relieved. They smiled at each other and tacitly arranged the follow-up matters. The disciples in front of the cave received the instructions, put away their weapons, organized the team, and left the lava cave one after another with their own gains and insights.

Before long, the noise in the lava cave gradually died down. Under the light of the fire, only a few sect leaders were left standing side by side. Their figures looked particularly solemn in the swaying light and shadow.

He Tianhong and his brothers were not in a hurry to leave. They seemed to be waiting for something, or they had something unfinished in their minds that needed to be discussed with everyone.

Seeing that the matter was over, He Ronger, Zou Mubai, and Fei Xiuwen decided to go back to see Xu Chong, so they walked towards the cave entrance together.

Just as Fei Xiuwen followed in the footsteps of Zou Mubai and He Ronger and approached the cave entrance, a gentle yet powerful voice suddenly sounded, interrupting the tranquility of the impending farewell.

"Fellow Daoist, please stay." The voice of Sect Master Yuan echoed in the empty cave, carrying with it a certain majesty and curiosity that could not be ignored.

He walked quickly forward, his eyes fixed on Fei Xiuwen. That handsome face made him fall into a brief trance.

Upon hearing this, Fei Xiuwen involuntarily stopped walking.

He turned around and looked at Sect Master Yuan calmly.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the cave seemed to freeze, and everyone's eyes were focused on the two of them.

Sect Master Yuansheng took a few steps closer, looked at Fei Xiuwen's face carefully, and felt an indescribable shock in his heart.

He rubbed his eyes, as if trying to make sure he was not dazzled, but the scene before him was clear.

The facial features of this Taoist friend are surprisingly similar to the portrait of his ancestor that has been passed down from generation to generation in the Qingling Sect!

Just now he had only caught a glimpse of his profile from a distance and felt that they were only 50% similar. Now that he was looking closer, they were even more alike.