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

The next morning, just as the sky was turning pale, Zou Mubai and his group had already packed up and were standing on the deck of the flying boat in high spirits.

With a slight humming sound, the flying boat slowly rose up, like a giant bird spreading its wings, breaking through the morning mist and galloping eastward.

The sunlight gradually filled the deck, giving this unknown journey a golden layer of hope.

In a corner of the flying boat, Xu Chong was sleeping soundly due to exhaustion from the previous night, until a sudden shaking made him open his eyes.

In a daze, he found that a young man had appeared beside him. The man was about twenty years old, with a handsome face and a scholarly look between his brows. He was wearing a well-tailored green robe, which added a bit of elegance to his demeanor.

Xu Chong was stunned for a moment, his heart full of confusion.

"You...who are you?"

As he spoke, he sat up and searched the cabin for Zou Mubai and Fei Xiuwen, trying to get answers from them. He wondered to himself, could it be that they had invited new companions without my knowledge?

The handsome man smiled teasingly upon hearing this, and glanced at Xu Chong with a helpless and teasing tone: "Xu Chong, your memory is getting worse and worse. You don't even recognize me?"

The voice was clear and pleasant, yet mixed with a hint of impatience. It was He Ronger's familiar and unique tone.

When Xu Chong heard this, a hint of astonishment flashed in his eyes, which then turned into surprise and admiration.

He pointed at He Rong'er and almost jumped up: "You...you are Rong girl! This disguise technique is simply superb, I almost didn't recognize you! Tell me, when did you learn this, why haven't I seen you show off your skills before?"

He Ronger rolled her eyes slightly, with a smug smile on her lips, but turned her head away deliberately, pretending not to care. She was obviously very pleased with Xu Chong's surprise, but didn't want to be too ostentatious.

However, Xu Chong's interest was completely aroused.

How could he miss this opportunity? He quickly moved closer to He Ronger and asked a series of questions like a machine gun, ranging from the secret of disguise to when he started practicing and why he showed off this skill at this moment. He Ronger felt helpless and amused at the same time.

The conversation between the two gradually became heated, and the quarrels mixed with laughter echoed in the cabin of the flying boat, breaking the tranquility of the early morning and adding a bit of liveliness and fun to the journey.

Seeing this, Zou Mubai and Fei Xiuwen couldn't help but smile at each other, secretly admiring He Ronger's dexterity and Xu Chong's liveliness, which made this journey even more worth looking forward to.

After about two hours of sailing, the flying boat slowly stopped above a seemingly endless gray fog.

This thick fog seems to be the most mysterious barrier of nature, tightly wrapping everything below. Looking down from the sky, one can only see chaos, and it is impossible to penetrate the thick fog to see the true appearance below.

He Ronger stood on the edge of the flying boat, her hands unconsciously clutching the corners of her clothes, her eyes fixed on the unknown area below.

An inexplicable sense of familiarity surged in her heart, as if some fragments of memories that she had once touched were hidden under the thick fog, but they were so vague and difficult to capture.

"Is this the Wanjing Sect?" she murmured to herself, with a hint of uncertainty and doubt in her voice.

This familiar feeling made her feel uneasy, but also inexplicably filled with anticipation.

She turned to look at Zou Mubai and Xu Chong beside her, trying to find some clues from their expressions, but the two of them also had frowns on their faces, obviously full of vigilance and curiosity about this mysterious area.

Zou Mubai and Fei Xiuwen both had solemn expressions on their faces.

They often came here to find Ying Qi a thousand years ago, but now a thousand years have passed and Wan Jingzong has become completely unrecognizable, which was something they had never expected.

As the flying boat landed, a slight vibration was felt, bringing the three people's thoughts back to reality.

Their flying boat slowly landed on a protruding reef not far from the shore, and the moment it lightly touched the water's surface, it stirred up circles of delicate ripples.

Just as he steadied himself, a wave of noisy sound surged into his ears like a tide, mixed with all kinds of conversations, laughter, and the occasional crisp sound of magical instruments colliding, creating an extremely lively scene.

He Ronger couldn't suppress her curiosity, so she walked gently to the edge of the deck, held the railing with both hands, and stuck her head out to try to catch the source of the sound.

However, apart from the vague outlines of the hustle and bustle, she could not clearly see the figures of any monks. She only felt that the hustle and bustle seemed to be gently covered by an invisible veil, which was both near and far, and aroused her imagination.

"It's obviously crowded outside, why is there no one in sight?" He Ronger frowned slightly and turned to ask Zou Mubai beside her.

Hearing this, Zou Mubai curled up the corner of his mouth into a faint smile.

He stepped out of the flying boat calmly and walked towards the shore at a steady pace, explaining to everyone as he walked:

“According to what I have learned from various sources, these three days are the days of the Wanjing Sect’s annual entrance test. Cultivators from all over the spiritual world who have dreams of practicing cultivation have gathered here, eager to join the sect. Therefore, this place is bustling with people and extremely lively.

As for why we couldn't see anyone, it might be because we were at a higher altitude and the fog blocked our view."

Xu Chong followed closely behind He Ronger with a slightly hurried pace, his eyes occasionally glancing at the sachet around his waist.

The sachet was a treasure that he had obtained with great difficulty from Elder Yuansheng last night. It was said to be able to ward off evil spirits and protect him from being disturbed by evil spirits when his mind was clear.

He stroked the sachet gently, secretly feeling fortunate. With this guarantee, he would be able to face the unknown challenges ahead with greater peace of mind.

"Hasn't the Wanjing Sect always been regarded as a heresy and a cult by some sects? Why are there so many cultivators flocking to it?" Xu Chong raised his doubts as he walked, with a hint of confusion in his voice.

Upon hearing this, Fei Xiuwen, who was walking at the end of the team, shook his head slightly with a meaningful smile on his lips.

“This spiritual world is vast and boundless, with many independent cultivators. Many of them have limited qualifications or lack of resources, so the path of cultivation alone is extremely difficult.

For these people, although Wanjing Sect has a flawed reputation, as long as it can provide the resources and shelter needed for cultivation, it is enough to become a holy place in their hearts.

After all, on the path of cultivation, it is always safer to have someone to rely on than to fight alone."

As the four people gradually approached the shore, the noisy sound became clearer.

Zou Mubai whispered again, "Xiu Wen and I will protect you in the dark. You can go and queue up for review like other casual cultivators."

"Okay." He Ronger nodded in agreement and pulled Xu Chong towards the place where the noise was concentrated.