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

After He Kangcheng and his wife gradually disappeared from sight, Fei Xiuwen and Zou Mubai slowly walked over, with obvious dissatisfaction and worry on their faces.

Fei Xiuwen frowned, as if he was confused and unwilling. He asked He Ronger in a deep voice, "Rong girl, have you thought about it carefully? Do you really want to give them those precious pills and spells? This is not just a material gift, but also a tacit consent and forgiveness of their past actions."

He Ronger's eyes were firm and not shaken at all when he heard this.

She sighed softly, her voice was low but clear and powerful: "Giving these is to settle the last bit of affection between me and them. Since I can remember, the He family has given me nothing but the status of being related by blood. Their indifference and neglect have long made me lose the sense of belonging to this family. Now, I will give these elixirs and talismans as a reward. From now on, we owe each other nothing and we will both live in peace."

There was no trace of nostalgia in her words, but instead a sense of relief.

In He Ronger's view, drawing a clear line with the He family is the only way to freedom and independence.

She didn't want to be bound by that empty blood relationship anymore, and she didn't want it to affect her pursuit of a higher level of cultivation.

"I still have a long way to go." He Ronger continued, his eyes flashing with infinite longing for the future.

"The ancient books that Uncle Zou gave me recorded the vast world after the Spiritual Transformation Stage. That is a realm that only the truly powerful can reach. I long for power, and even more so for seeing that unknown world. The He family is nothing but a thing of the past to me. Only cultivation is my destiny."

Fei Xiuwen and Zou Mubai looked at each other and saw recognition and support for He Ronger's determination in each other's eyes.

They knew very well that He Ronger was not a heartless person, but what she pursued was far higher than worldly family affection.

So, the two of them said no more, but just stood aside silently, giving her the most solid support with their actions.

At this moment, He Ronger seemed to be reborn. She was no longer the young lady of the He family who was controlled by others, but a practitioner who was about to embark on a journey to pursue the supreme path.

Her heart is full of desire and expectation for the unknown, and she is ready to face the upcoming storms and challenges.

Inside the Qingling Sect's mission hall, the flickering candlelight illuminates a busy and orderly scene.

The air was filled with the faint scent of pine and ink, mixed with a unique sect atmosphere.

Two young men dressed in the uniforms of inner disciples walked side by side and steadily towards the simple and solemn task table, their faces filled with anticipation and pride in completing the task.

One of the disciples gently unbuttoned his clothes and took out a small wooden box from his underwear that looked ordinary but exuded a sense of mystery.

Although the wooden box was not gorgeous, every inch of it was carved just right, revealing the owner's care and attention to the task. "Elder, I have come to hand in the task of 'Catching the Purple Sky Butterfly.'" His words were clear and powerful, revealing his respect and compliance with the sect's rules.

The white-haired elder behind the counter slowly raised his head upon hearing what was said, and examined the visitor with a sharp gaze. He then smiled slightly, and that smile contained both encouragement and approval for the younger generation.

He raised his chin slightly, motioning the visitor to look at the task wall opposite, "According to the rules, scan your task card on the corresponding task first so that I can check the task items."

The disciple nodded in agreement, holding the mission card, and walked steadily towards the mission wall.

On that wall, there were densely packed information about various tasks. He quickly found the task he had taken on, and when he touched the task card lightly, a faint light flashed, and the task status was immediately updated to "Completed".

After completing this series of actions, he turned back to the elder, his face filled with satisfaction and joy of completing the task.

At this time, the disciple who was traveling with him could not help but ask, "Brother Zhao, do you think there will be any unexpected rewards for us to follow the sect master to the Qixuan Sect to encircle and suppress the witch? After all, this is a rare large-scale operation in the sect."

Hearing this, Senior Brother Zhao's mouth corners unconsciously raised, and his eyes flashed with determination and justice.

"Junior Brother Zhang, as disciples of the Qingling Sect, we should take protecting the common people as our responsibility. That witch has committed many evil deeds and killed countless innocent lives. We are here to restore peace to the spirit world. As for rewards, it would be great if there are any, but it doesn't matter if there are none either. What's important is that we can personally seek justice for those victims and let justice be served."

Upon hearing this, Junior Brother Zhang's expression became even more solemn and he nodded heavily.

"Brother, what you said is absolutely right. I am too shallow. And I heard that more than one Yan Mei died in Lingyun Sect. It is said that two of her fellow disciples also disappeared when they were following He Lian'er. It is estimated that they have already... We can be regarded as avenging them this time."

After they finished speaking, they smiled at each other.

At this time, the mission elder had completed the checking of the account books, and a satisfied smile appeared in his eyes.

Then, he slowly stretched out his hand and lightly touched the seemingly ordinary little wooden box on the table with his fingertips, as if he was performing a sacred ritual.

This wooden box was prepared by the sect's mission hall specifically for disciples to carry out missions in order to properly preserve precious spiritual plants. Its surface is delicately carved with intricate preservation runes, each stroke of which contains the wisdom and ingenuity of the sect's ancestors, ensuring that the contents of the box can maintain their original vitality and vigor over time for up to one month.

With a slight "click" sound, the mission elder carefully opened the lid of the wooden box.

A faint, slightly mysterious fragrance instantly spread and filled the entire room.

Inside the box, a deep-colored "Mingling Grass" with a faint purple glow was lying there quietly.

Its leaves are full and shiny, as if containing endless vitality. It seems out of tune with everything around it, yet it coexists harmoniously with it.

"Well, the color is pure and the freshness is excellent."

The mission elder looked at the Nether Spirit Grass carefully and nodded with satisfaction. His words revealed his recognition and appreciation for his disciple's excellent completion of the mission.

Then he gently closed the wooden box.

Just as the wooden box was closed, the Nether Spirit Grass in the box suddenly flashed a dark light and disappeared in an instant.

The mission elder turned around and took out an exquisite cloth bag from the drawer behind him. The bag contained heavy spiritual stones and handed it to the disciple surnamed Zhao: "This is what you deserve."

"Brother Zhao, congratulations, you really got this extra reward!"

Junior Brother Zhang, who was standing by, saw this and his eyes sparkled with envy and congratulations. He excitedly patted Senior Brother Zhao on the shoulder and said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "You have to treat me to a nice drink this time to celebrate!"

"Haha, of course. There's no need to say more between us brothers." Senior Brother Zhao smiled brightly and took the bag of heavy spirit stones. His heart was filled with a sense of accomplishment and joy.

The two smiled at each other, then walked out of the mission hall side by side, leaving behind a string of laughter echoing in the air.