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

Just as the quiet and tense atmosphere was about to solidify, a deep and long bell sound slowly came from afar.

It crossed the boundary between night and morning, like an ancient call, not only awakening the sleeping earth, but also suddenly pulling everyone's scattered thoughts back to reality.

The sound of the bell, heavy yet solemn, is the signal for the disciples of the Jingzong sect to begin their morning lessons every morning. It heralds a new day and also indicates that the fatigue and troubles of the past should be temporarily put aside.

Hearing the voice, Fei Xiuwen couldn't help but look up outside the yard.

I saw that the sky had quietly turned pale, and a faint pink morning glow was like a shy girl, gently spreading across the eastern sky, trying to penetrate the shackles of the mist and show its gorgeous appearance.

However, this rising light of hope, shrouded in the morning mist, appears hazy and mysterious, making people yearn for it but unable to reach it.

"It seems that we have been busy all night. It's time to find a place to rest." Xu Chong's voice was a little hoarse, but extremely firm.

He looked around and his eyes finally fell on Ying Qi, who had fainted due to exhaustion not far away.

Without any hesitation, he quickly stepped forward, first gently lifted one of Ying Qi's arms and lightly placed it on his shoulder, then firmly wrapped his other hand around Ying Qi's waist, and with a little cleverness, slowly pulled his companion up from the cold ground.

Seeing this, Zou Mubai's eyes flashed with approval, and then he suggested in a deep voice: "The night has gone, and the morning light has just appeared. We really need to find a place to recover our strength. Since we are in Wanjing Sect, this is our best safe haven. I will go and tidy up a few guest rooms in the yard so that everyone can rest temporarily and recuperate."

His tone revealed an unquestionable sense of responsibility that made people involuntarily convinced.

After hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement.

Instead of mixing in with those monks who also came for selection, it is better to choose to stay in this relatively quiet and safe place, waiting for physical and mental recovery, and be better prepared for the next challenge.

So, under the leadership of Zou Mubai, the group began to get busy, making final preparations for the upcoming short rest.

Zou Mubai moved quickly and skillfully in the backyard.

Although he had not set foot here for a long time, he knew the layout of the place very well, as if it was his second home.

He carefully selected three rooms with plenty of light and a reasonable layout. Although these rooms had not been occupied for a long time, they still retained the unique elegance and cleanliness of the Wanjing Sect.

Zou Mubai waved his sleeves lightly, and performed a few simple cleaning techniques. The originally fine dust in the room seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, quickly gathering into tiny streams of light and finally dissipating into the air.

The room instantly became brand new, and even the air was filled with a fresh scent.

Then, Zou Mubai took out soft bedding, exquisite pillows and several sets of clothes from the storage bag he carried with him, and carefully spread them on the beds in each room.

Although these items are not luxurious, each one reflects the owner's care and taste, making people feel the warmth and comfort of home.

After completing all this, he nodded with satisfaction, turned and left the backyard, and returned to the front yard to meet everyone.

He Ronger, as the only female in the team, was given special care by Zou Mubai and was arranged to stay in a particularly exquisite-looking guest room.

Not only is this room peaceful and away from the hustle and bustle, its interior decoration is also amazing.

As soon as you step into the door, the first thing that catches your eye is the exquisite design of the carved railings and painted buildings. Each wooden pillar is carved with delicate patterns, either landscapes, or flowers and birds, which are lifelike and seem to lead you into one beautiful dream after another.

Every piece of furniture in the room, from the large carved bed to the tables, chairs and benches, reveals the craftsman's exquisite skills and ultimate pursuit of beauty.

He Ronger gently stroked the texture of the furniture, feeling the warmth and texture they conveyed, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity surged in her heart.

The feeling was both strange and familiar, as if she had lived in such an environment countless times, and every detail touched her deepest memories.

Finally, her eyes were attracted by an ink painting hanging quietly on the wall.

This painting, with its unique charm, has become the most eye-catching presence in the entire room.

The distant mountains are rendered by the painter like dark eyebrows lightly drawn with ink, looming and revealing an otherworldly tranquility; while the nearby water surface seems to contain morning mist and evening haze, appearing even more gentle and peaceful in the haziness.

This scenery, combined with the elegant furnishings and soft lighting in the room, created an indescribable harmony and beauty, which made He Ronger stop involuntarily and indulge in the world of mountains and rivers in this small space.

As her sight deepened, He Ronger seemed to be drawn by an invisible force and slowly stepped into a bizarre dream.

In this dream, time seemed to flow back to the carefree childhood. Two little girls of similar age with smiling faces were playing and fighting in a spacious and bright room. Their laughter was clear and pleasant, like the most beautiful music in the summer morning. The air was filled with the sweet breath of innocence and friendship.

They either chase each other between tables and chairs, or play hide-and-seek behind curtains. The intimacy and carefree happiness they share makes people yearn for it.

However, dreams are always changeable and complex.

The scene changed, and the warm scene was suddenly shrouded in gloom.

The pink-dressed lady, the girl who once smiled like a flower, was now in pain, staggering, holding onto the wall with difficulty, and walking step by step into the depths of the room. Her eyes were full of confusion and despair, as if she was experiencing unprecedented pain and betrayal.

Just as she was about to step into the safe zone, a figure suddenly flashed out from behind the door. It was the yellow-dressed woman who had always been inseparable from her. At this moment, her eyes no longer had the warmth of the past, but were replaced by cold determination. The yellow-dressed woman suddenly jumped out of the shadows with a dagger in her hand, and the sharp blade pierced the pink-dressed woman's back. The speed of the action was shocking.

The woman in pink was shocked and looked back in disbelief, but she only saw the once familiar but now unfamiliar face of the woman in yellow and her eyes full of hatred.

What made her even more desperate was that the woman in yellow did not stop there. Instead, she took out a black translucent sphere emitting a faint light from her arms. It was some unknown magical weapon.

As she moaned, a powerful spiritual power surged out of the sphere, turning into a red light and accurately hitting the body of the woman in pink.