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

Wherever the red light passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, and the woman in pink was shaking violently all over, her face filled with unspeakable pain. Finally, she fell to the ground powerlessly, losing all sound and struggle, leaving only silence and desolation in the room.

This scene, like a sharp blade, deeply hurt He Ronger's heart, waking her up suddenly from her dream, her eyes full of shock and grief.

She stared at the ink painting that was still hanging on the wall, with deep ink and as quiet as the night, but it seemed as if thousands of troops were galloping through her eyes, and the waves in her heart could not calm down for a long time.

In her eyes, this painting was no longer just a landscape on paper, but suddenly possessed some mysterious power that made her feel awe.

At this moment, an astonishing idea exploded in her mind - this painting was actually a magical weapon containing ancient secrets.

She couldn't help but marvel inwardly, this knowledge was like opening a door to an unknown world, making her both excited and nervous.

This magic weapon seemed to have the miraculous ability to freeze the past and recreate the lost scenes, which made her imagine whether those stories that were buried by the years were quietly lying between every stroke of the painting, waiting for the right person to explore and interpret them.

He Ronger shook her head vigorously, trying to get rid of the sudden shock and excitement from her mind and regain her calm and rationality.

However, at this moment, a sudden sound broke the silence around. It was the dull sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, coming from the next room, clear and harsh.

Without having time to think about it, she immediately put aside her thoughts, stood up and walked quickly towards the source of the sound.

Walking through the corridor and pushing open the door of the next guest room, a scene completely different from the previous one came into view.

Although this is also a guest room, it appears extremely simple, with almost no extra decorations. The furniture is also old and simple, revealing a faint air of poverty.

In the center of this simple guest room, a figure was lying quietly on the ground. It was Ji Mohan who was tied up like a dumpling.

His eyes were closed and his face was pale, obviously in a coma. There were a few items scattered around him that seemed to have been accidentally knocked over, adding a bit of mess and urgency.

Fei Xiuwen stood aside with a playful smile on his face, as if he didn't care about anything in front of him.

After casually placing Ji Mohan on the ground, he clapped his hands, his movements revealing an indescribable ease and comfort.

Afterwards, he leisurely walked to the only bed in the room and sat down lazily, his eyes occasionally glancing at the unconscious Ji Mohan, but he did not show the slightest concern or worry.

"Master Fei... No, Senior Brother Fei," He Ronger's words were filled with a hint of hesitation and discomfort. The new name seemed to be still lingering on the tip of her tongue, and almost slipped back into her old memories.

She bit her lower lip lightly, trying to adapt to this change, and her eyes fell on Ji Mohan who was lying on the ground not far away, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.

"What are you going to do with him?"

Upon hearing this, Fei Xiuwen swept his sharp eyes over Ji Mohan's unconscious body, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his voice was filled with unquestionable determination.

"Before he completely confesses Mu Lian's whereabouts, I will make him feel what it means to be worse off than dead. Since he dared to touch our people, he should be prepared to bear the consequences."

He Ronger felt reluctant when she heard this, but she also understood that the current situation did not allow for any mercy.

She nodded slightly, agreeing to Fei Xiuwen's decision.

However, at this moment, another equally pale face suddenly flashed through her mind - Senior Brother Ying Qi. He was lying not far away, also in a coma, with his life or death uncertain.

Thinking of this, He Ronger's heart suddenly tightened, and she quickly spoke with a bit of urgency in her voice: "Senior Brother Fei, I'll go check on Senior Brother Ying Qi first. He...he can't be in any trouble either."

Before he finished his words, He Ronger had already rushed out like an arrow, leaving Fei Xiuwen alone standing there, looking at her hurriedly leaving back, with a complicated look in his eyes.

He sighed softly, feeling both happy that his junior sister cared about her fellow disciples and worried about her reckless impulsiveness. But more than that, he felt an indescribable helplessness.

After all, in this turbulent world, everyone has people and things they must protect, and he is the same.

Fei Xiuwen retracted his gaze and refocused his attention on Ji Mohan, his eyes becoming even colder.

He knew that the road ahead would be even more difficult, but he was ready. No matter if there were mountains of swords or seas of fire ahead, he would seek justice for all his innocent brothers and sisters who had been harmed.

At the same time, in the quiet and warm room next door, Ying Qi lay quietly on a bed that had just been carefully made, surrounded by an unprecedented peace.

This was not only a physical rest, but also a long-lost peace in the depths of his soul, as if it was the first time in his long life that he had so thoroughly let go of all his defenses and worries and sank into a dreamless abyss.

His breathing was even and long, and every breath seemed to be the purest communication with this small world.

Without the intrusion of external disturbances and the entanglement of past memories, he was like a traveler who had wandered for thousands of years and finally found his home and was able to rest his soul in this tranquility.

In this rare peace, Ying Qi's body gradually became lighter, as if all the fatigue and pain were slowly dissipating with his breathing.

His spiritual consciousness, which was usually bound by heavy shackles, was now like a wild horse that had broken free from its restraints, galloping freely in the vast world of consciousness.

As his spiritual consciousness spread, Ying Qi found himself as if he had turned into a free bird, soaring under the blue sky.

He enjoyed the gentle caress of the wind and the embrace of the clouds, his heart filled with unprecedented freedom and joy. In this sky woven by imagination, he flew and circled freely, and every flap of his wings seemed to announce his existence to the world.

And in this freedom and joy, Ying Qi's consciousness involuntarily led him to a place that was both familiar and distant.

It was a secret place that he had wandered in his dreams countless times but could never reach.

As he passed through the lush bushes and passed the steep and layered cliffs, he finally stopped on a heart-pounding cliff.

Standing here, Ying Qi seemed to be able to feel the abyss under his feet opening its huge mouth, swallowing up any living creature that dared to approach.

But at this moment, he did not feel the slightest fear in his heart.

On the contrary, he felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy and familiarity, as if beneath this abyss lay the secret he had been pursuing, or the destination of his soul.