Crossing the Cultivation Realm: Two Souls Coexist

Under the night sky of Xinghai City, the ancient and solemn mansion of the Gu family is now shrouded in a heavy haze.

The head of the family's serious injury was like a thunderclap, breaking the long-standing peace and order of the Gu family.

Family members gathered in the hall. The air was filled with tension and uneasiness, and everyone's face was filled with worry and anxiety.

The laughter and joy of the past were replaced by suppressed whispers, and even the servants' footsteps became slow and cautious, for fear of disturbing the sudden silence.

The younger generation in the family, who are used to a carefree life, now have to face the family crisis.

Their eyes revealed confusion about the future and fear of power struggles.

The older generation of the clan members were discussing in low voices, trying to find a way out for the family in this sudden turmoil.

Security was tightened in every corner of the mansion, the guards' eyes became sharper, and their weapons were gripped tighter.

The family's defense is like a taut bowstring, ready to respond to possible threats at any time.

The entire Gu family is like a huge ship swaying in a storm. Although it looks strong on the outside, it is full of turmoil and uncertainty on the inside.

The future of the family is like a sea shrouded in fog, making it difficult to see its true appearance.

In the Gu family's hall, tense discussions were heard one after another. The family elders sat around the carved wooden table, brows furrowed, discussing how to deal with the various difficult problems after the head of the family was seriously injured.

The atmosphere was heavy and depressing, and worry and anxiety were evident on everyone's face.

Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps broke the tense silence, and the family guards hurried in, reporting that a thin man appeared at the family's gate, claiming that he had a solution to the family crisis.

"Bring him in." The elder interrupted the meeting, took a sip of tea and said:

"Everyone, since he dared to show up at the door, it means he is confident. We have to try our best to save the situation. Let's be prepared, for fear that he may have bad intentions."

The butler brought a thin man in black. It was Xiao Qian who had traveled thousands of miles to get here. He stood in the hall, facing many puzzled and vigilant eyes, and appeared calm.

Although his voice was not loud, it was clear and powerful, penetrating every corner of the hall.

"Everyone, I have been entrusted by someone. Perhaps I can help with today's matter." Xiao Qian spoke slowly, with an unquestionable confidence in his words.

The family members exchanged puzzled glances, full of suspicion of this stranger who suddenly appeared.

However, in this desperate moment, any glimmer of hope seemed especially precious. The elders exchanged glances, and the Great Elder spoke first: "Young man, where are you from, and who entrusted you with this mission?"

"I'm not from Xinghai City. As for who entrusted me with this task, it's because he's a long-time friend of mine. He sent me here to help because he's in seclusion."

Xiao Qian took out the dagger and slashed it randomly in the air. He reached into the space he had created, took out a small bottle of medicine, and gently placed it on the table. The air in the hall seemed to freeze, and the eyes of all the family members were focused on Xiao Qian.

"Taking things from space, at the Mahayana realm, who are you?" the Great Elder asked in disbelief.

"Don't worry about who I am. I said I was entrusted to help. This medicine is called 'Qingling Pill', a seventh-grade pill that can heal serious injuries and eliminate the effects of the separation of the holy weapon. Open it and give it to your family master."

Xiao Qian's voice was calm and convincing as he poured the pills out of the bottle.

The pill exuded a faint fragrance, gradually forming a thin mist, as if it contained incredible power. The elder took Xiao Qian to the main room and fed the pill to the head of the Gu family who was lying on the hospital bed.

After ordering the housekeeper to take good care of the head of the family, he brought Xiao Qian to the side room and asked cautiously, "Sir, I wonder what reward you want. Although our Gu family is weak, we will devote all our strength to help you, my benefactor."

Xiao Qian smiled and said, "Since I'm entrusted with this task, I don't need any compensation. I came here for another matter. Just tell me the details of the murderer who injured the head of the Gu family."

The Great Elder was quite shocked, and besides being shocked, he was also filled with confusion. This lord's appearance was too sudden, and his request was too direct to be believed.

"The murderer's name is Fang Ming. He was once a distinguished guest of our Gu family and was as powerful as the master. The two were close friends, drinking and chatting happily, discussing world affairs together."

The Great Elder said slowly, "However, the human heart is unpredictable. He took advantage of the Patriarch's drunkenness during a recent gathering and attacked him. Not only did he severely injure the Patriarch, he also stole our Gu Family's heirloom sacred artifact and then fled to the Yunluo Mountains to the south."

The Great Elder's voice echoed in the room, his words revealing deep pain and anger.

Xiao Qian listened to the Great Elder's narration with a frown on his face and a gleam in his eyes.

He seemed to be thinking about something, then slowly spoke: "In the Yunluo Mountains, monsters are rampant, the terrain is dangerous, and there are many hiding places. But since he took the holy weapon away, his whereabouts must be traceable."

The Great Elder nodded in agreement. "After the incident, we sent two teams of assassins to the Yunluo Mountains to search for him. As luck would have it, we found him in the Sunset Stream. He had found a cave to retreat into. All the assassins who went there were killed, with only one escaping back to Xinghai City."

The Great Elder took out a hide map from his storage ring and handed it to Xiao Qian: "My Lord, this is Fang Ming's location. The sacred artifact is of great significance and must not fall into the hands of villains. We are still weak, so please help us, my Lord."

Xiao Qian nodded slightly, his figure appearing remarkably determined in the hall. "If that's the case, I'll set out immediately to track down Fang Ming. I'll personally retrieve the Gu family's sacred artifact."

Xiao Qian turned around and walked out of the hall with firm steps. His figure gradually disappeared into the night outside the door.

The Gu family members watched him leave silently, their hearts filled with anticipation and anxiety. They knew that a battle concerning the family's honor and future was about to unfold in the mountains to the south.

Two hours later.

In the sunset stream, the setting sun is as red as blood, illuminating a desolate valley.

Xiao Qian followed the winding path, step by step, deeper into this dangerous place.

Finally, he stopped in front of a hidden cave.

A powerful spiritual energy wave filled the cave entrance. Obviously, Fang Ming was in seclusion inside, trying to refine the Gu family's sacred weapon.

Xiao Qian wiped the dagger at his waist and slowly walked into the cave. Every step he took carried an invisible pressure, like a mountain pressing down on Fang Ming.

Fang Ming felt the pressure and was shocked. He knew that his whereabouts had been exposed, and this man was here to take his life.

Fang Ming suddenly opened his eyes, and a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes.

He knew he had no way out and could only fight. He used all his spiritual power to try to resist Xiao Qian's pressure, but Xiao Qian's strength was obviously far beyond his expectations. As his spiritual power flowed at full speed, he found that the mountain on his body was getting heavier and heavier.

At the Mahayana realm, Fang knew that he was no match for him and wanted to escape.

"Foxtrot!"

Fang Ming rushed outside like a ghost.

Xiao Qian took out his dagger, a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and slashed forward.

"Certainly!"

Fang Ming suddenly stopped moving, and cracks appeared all around him in space, leaving bloody marks on his body.

Fang Ming felt the threat of death. He knew he was no match for Xiao Qian, but he was unwilling to die like this. At the critical moment of life and death, he made a crazy decision - to detonate the holy weapon.

With Fang Ming's roar, the powerful force contained in the holy weapon began to get out of control, and the space began to vibrate.

A hint of surprise flashed in Xiao Qian's eyes. He didn't expect Fang Ming would choose to die together with him.

For a moment, the fiery energy stimulated Xiao Qian's body, "Empty shield, open!" A white shield appeared on Xiao Qian's body to resist the raging spiritual storm.

With a resounding bang, the entire Sunset Gorge was engulfed by a powerful wave of energy. Xiao Qian and Fang Ming were both submerged in this force, perishing together.

Central District

In the Sky Monitoring Mirror, the originally clear figure suddenly became blurred, and then disappeared completely, as if it had never existed.

On top of the tower, the funeral bell rang heavily and slowly, and each bell sounded like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of the people in the formation.

"Ghost Blade, Xiao Qian, Fall!" Blood-like words appeared on the Sky Monitoring Mirror.

Old Xia stood before the mirror, unable to conceal the shock on his face. He gripped the scepter tightly, a trace of grief and resentment flashing in his eyes.

The others around him also fell silent, and a heavy atmosphere filled the air.

Gu Fei, standing in the crowd, heard the sound of the death knell, and an indescribable anger and powerlessness surged in his heart.

He slammed the stone tablet next to him hard, as if to vent all the emotions in his heart.

No one noticed that a ray of light flashed in the Sky Monitoring Mirror, passed through space, and went to an unknown place.