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

In the end, the irrepressible curiosity deep in He Ronger's heart burned fiercely like dry wood ignited by a raging fire.

An unprecedented solemnity and determination emerged on her face, and her bright eyes seemed to be able to penetrate all the fog and look directly into the deepest secrets of the human heart.

She took a deep breath, her voice was soft but firm, she spoke each word with pause, as if each word carried a heavy weight: "I. Want. To. Know. The. Truth. Tell. Me!"

As soon as the words fell, the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

At this time, Xu Chong hurried back and just heard what He Ronger said. His heart sank suddenly, as if pressed by a huge rock, and his breathing became difficult.

He knew very well that once the floodgates of truth were opened, the consequences would be unpredictable.

A complex emotion flashed across Xu Chong's eyes, including worry about He Ronger's safety and vigilance against Ji Mohan's ill intentions.

He hurriedly took a few steps forward, trying to calm He Rong'er's emotions that were about to get out of control with his own words: "Rong girl, you have to stay calm and don't be fooled by his words. He is a man who has always been cunning and rarely speaks the truth. You must not trust him!"

However, Ji Mohan seemed not to have heard Xu Chong's warning. He just glanced at Xu Chong indifferently, with both disdain and provocation in his eyes, and then focused all his attention on He Ronger.

He spoke slowly, his tone carrying an unquestionable authority: "He Rong'er, you really only have this one chance. In this world, the only person who can truly understand the whole picture is me, besides the few brothers around you. You may think that they will conceal the truth for the purpose of protecting you, but have you ever thought that sometimes the truth, although cruel, is the only way to grow?"

Ji Mohan's words were like a sharp knife, accurately cutting through the hesitation and struggle in He Ronger's heart.

She felt her heartbeat quickening, her blood boiling, and an unprecedented desire surging in her chest - she wanted to uncover all the mysteries, and no matter how cruel the truth was, she would face it bravely.

So, she raised her head again and looked at Ji Mohan firmly, as if she had made a decision.

"Shut up!" Xu Chong got anxious and kicked Ji Mohan as soon as he came up, then used one hand to seal Ji Mohan's mute point.

"Xu Chong, stop it!"

He Ronger's voice was filled with unquestionable determination. She pushed Xu Chong away with force, her eyes flashing with complex emotions. There was distrust of Ji Mohan, but also a desire for the truth to be revealed.

"Xu Chong, let him speak." He Ronger emphasized again. At the same time, her eyes were fixed on Ji Mohan. Although the blasting talisman in her hand did not shake again, the invisible sense of threat became stronger.

She understood that this was her only chance to get the truth from Ji Mohan, no matter what the cost.

Seeing this, Ji Mohan curled up a playful smile, he seemed to enjoy the feeling of being threatened yet holding key information.

He deliberately slowed down his movements, his eyes moving between He Ronger and Xu Chong, as if he was measuring their reactions.

"Okay, since you want to know so much, I'll tell you." Ji Mohan finally spoke, but his tone was a bit teasing, "But before that, you have to satisfy a small request of mine first."

"Request?" He Ronger frowned slightly, but did not refuse immediately. She just looked at Ji Mohan coldly, waiting for his next words.

"It's very simple, pour me a glass of water." Ji Mohan pointed to the empty teacup on the table with an almost provocative smile on his face.

He Ronger took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in her heart, picked up the teapot, and filled a glass of water for Ji Mohan. "Drink it, and tell me quickly after you finish it."

Ji Mohan took a sip from He Ronger's hand, as if enjoying this rare moment of tranquility.

He deliberately delayed time, observing the reactions of He Rong'er and Xu Chong. When he saw that both of them were about to lose their patience, he finally left the water cup with his lips and said seriously, "About that secret..."

However, he was interrupted rudely by Xu Chong halfway through his words: "Shut up! Stop talking nonsense here."

Ji Mohan sneered, seemingly not caring about Xu Chong's threat.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes swept between the two of them, and finally fixed on He Ronger: "He Ronger, the reason I told you this is because I feel sorry for you. I don't want you to die without knowing how you died in the end."

He Ronger pursed her lips, her eyes sharp, "Go ahead. But if you dare to lie to me..." She raised the blasting talisman in her hand again, the threat was self-evident.

Seeing this, Ji Mohan stopped making trouble and spoke slowly.

His voice was low and powerful, and every word was like a sharp blade, accurately cutting the air and also cutting the peace in He Ronger's heart.

Every word echoed in the room like a warning bell, carrying with it a sense of oppression that could not be ignored, causing He Ronger to feel a chill running from the soles of her feet straight into her heart.

The content of the words was like a slowly unfolding scroll, revealing the secrets of the Wanling Sect thousands of years ago to He Ronger bit by bit.

The inner disciple who is regarded as a treasure by the sect master possesses ancient bloodline that can shake the fate of the spiritual world. Her existence is both hope and curse.

He Ronger never knew all this. She thought she was just an ordinary person who was reborn, enjoying the gift of fate. However, she did not expect that there was such a deep conspiracy hidden behind all this.

When Ji Mohan mentioned the two major disasters, a trace of fear flashed in He Ronger's eyes.

She could imagine how tragic the demon invasion thousands of years ago was, and now, she found that she might also become a victim of that unknown disaster.

A strong feeling of resentment and anger welled up in her heart. She didn't want to be someone else's pawn, and she didn't want her fate to be controlled by others.

"What was the other time?" She asked eagerly, with a tremor in her voice. She longed to know more, to uncover the secret, and she had to face the truth no matter how cruel it was.

Ji Mohan's eyes were deep and complicated. He shook his head slowly and said, "There was another time, which no one knows about, but it is like a sword hanging over the spiritual world, which may fall at any time. And your bloodline is the shield that can resist this sword."

Hearing this, He Ronger's body shook involuntarily. She felt dizzy, as if the whole world was collapsing at this moment.

She took a few steps back, clutching her clothes tightly with both hands, trying to calm herself down.

She couldn't believe that she was burdened with such a heavy fate.

"They resurrected me... just to use... my blood..." He Ronger's voice choked and she couldn't continue.