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

"My fellow Daoist," Sect Master Yuan's voice was trembling slightly, "I wonder how I should address you? Or, do you have any unknown connection with my Qingling Sect?"

There was both inquiry and a hint of expectation in his tone.

At this time, even He Ronger, who was walking in front, stopped and looked back.

Zou Mubai looked back but was not surprised. When he saw He Ronger stopped, he did not urge her but just stood there waiting.

When Fei Xiuwen heard this, a hint of imperceptible surprise flashed across his deep eyes, like ripples suddenly appearing on the surface of a calm lake.

As time went by, he thought he had faded from people's memory. Especially in the world of cultivation, where powerful people emerged in large numbers and changed frequently, it was unexpected that anyone still remembered him.

He gently rolled up his sleeves, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his calmness revealed a kind of detachment after experiencing vicissitudes of life.

"Master Yuan, you are too kind. I am just a wandering cultivator. My name is nothing but a passing cloud in the world of cultivation. As for the Qingling Sect, I have no connection with it. I have never had any interaction with it. I am afraid that I have misunderstood you."

His voice is gentle and magnetic, and every word he says reveals his extraordinary accomplishment and self-cultivation.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Sheng lowered his eyes slightly, and a barely perceptible gloom flashed in his eyes.

The excitement and admiration that arose in his heart due to the chance encounter with his predecessor were like dewdrops in the morning light, gently blown away by the breeze of reality.

I had thought that I might be able to meet the legendary ancestor here. The anticipation and admiration I felt were indescribable, but at this moment it turned into a slight sense of loss.

However, on second thought, things in the world are often like this, and coincidences are often accompanied by misunderstandings and missed opportunities.

He thought to himself, the ancestor Fei Shangshen is a being revered by the Qingling Sect and even the entire cultivation world. His cultivation has reached above the stage of transformation of the spirit, and he has become a saint. How can a small disciple like me easily see his true appearance?

"I see. It was Yuan who was abrupt."

Yuan Sheng responded politely, and although there was a hint of disappointment in his tone, he still maintained his demeanor.

As Fei Xiuwen and the other two walked further and further away, until their backs completely disappeared at the entrance of the lava cave, Mingjian Sect's leader Hong Bai quietly approached Yuan Sheng.

He lowered his voice, and asked with a bit of curiosity and caution, "Brother Yuan, you suddenly called that young man just now, but is there any special reason? Could it be that you two have known each other before?"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Sheng shook his head slightly, with a complex and indistinguishable emotion flashing across his eyes.

"No, I have never met him. It was just his back, his temperament, and even the calmness and indifference revealed in his every move that reminded me of an old friend from many years ago. But it was just a momentary illusion."

Upon hearing this, Hong Bai frowned slightly, and a solemn look flashed in his eyes.

He pondered for a moment and continued, "It's strange to say that although the young man seems to be young and frivolous, he is actually very capable. I have observed that his cultivation is as difficult to penetrate as the abyss. Even with my spiritual awareness as a person in the middle stage of the Spiritual Transformation Stage and recognized as the person with the highest cultivation in the sect, I have not been able to detect anything. This level of realm is rare even in the entire cultivation world."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Sheng was shocked and showed an expression of disbelief on his face: "Middle stage of Spiritual Transformation? You are already the best among my generation, but even you cannot sense its depth. This..."

He paused, as if digesting this astonishing information, "So, isn't that young man's cultivation... beyond imagination?"

Hong Bai nodded slowly, a look of emotion appearing on his face.

"Yes, there are always people better than you. The road of cultivation is vast and boundless. Although we have reached a certain height, we have to admit that there are always more shocking things in the world. The appearance of this young man is undoubtedly a wake-up call for us, reminding us not to be complacent and to move forward humbly on the road of cultivation."

The two looked at each other, and saw in each other's eyes the awe of the unknown strong man and the firm belief in future practice.

Afterwards, they each collected their minds, turned around and left the lava cave.

The last ones to walk were the He brothers.

Their steps seemed heavier than others.

He Xingwen frowned, as if he had a myriad of thoughts in his mind that he couldn't let go.

He stopped and turned to look at Zhao Yun beside him, his eyes full of doubt and confusion: "Brother, I have never understood why He Lian'er wanted to bring Rong'er back to the spirit world at all costs? What is her motive?"

Zhao Yun's eyes flickered when she heard this, "Of course it's for Rong'er's blood!"

Wasn't it because of this incident that he died unexpectedly? This shows how crazy He Lian'er was at that time in order to get Rong'er's blood.

He Xingwen continued to ask, "But what is so special about her blood that could make He Lian'er willing to pay any price, even risk her own life, to get it?"

Zhao Yun shook her head slightly, a trace of worry flashing in her eyes: "I don't know about that. But what is certain is that Rong'er's blood must be extraordinary, and it must be of great benefit to He Lian'er."

After hearing this, He Xingwen's expression became extremely solemn.

Among the dreams he had before, one was about He Ronger's blood, but the news was too shocking for him to believe. That's why he insisted on asking He Lianer this question today.

Unfortunately, He Lian'er died without giving any answer.

Thinking of this, he felt a little lost.

But just as he lowered his head to think, an inadvertent ray of light caught his attention.

The light came from the edge of the cave, from behind a seemingly ordinary stone that was cleverly hidden in the shadows. A corner of a talisman quietly poked out, like a secret waiting to be discovered in the darkness.

He Xingwen's eyes were instantly locked on that glimmer of light, and he remembered the note he had accidentally thrown in when He Lian'er was punished here.

With an expectant smile on his lips, He Xingwen slightly opened his lips and whispered a spell to mobilize spiritual power.

As his fingertips moved lightly, a fine spiritual power came out like a thread, gently wrapped around the talisman. The talisman seemed to be given life, slowly breaking free from the cracks in the stone, spinning lightly in the air for several circles, and then steadily landed in the palm of his open hand.

"What is this?" He Tianhong, who was standing by, saw this and couldn't help but ask with curiosity and confusion in his eyes.

"This is a note I left behind," He Xingwen explained, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "At the time, I just thought of it as a precaution, but I didn't expect it to be left here. I don't know what's recorded in it, maybe there will be unexpected surprises."