In his later years, he was backstabbed by his third wife, and he awakened the Wei Xiaobao system

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The dusk was as red as blood, dyeing the towering mountain gate of Luoyun Sect dark red.

Li Qingfeng stepped on the blue clouds, his clothes rustling, but the sixteen disciples behind him looked like candles in the wind, withered and haggard.

After their cultivation was crippled by the Tianchen Sect, they could barely stand, the spiritual energy in their bodies dissipated, and the only remaining ray of life swayed like a candle in the wind due to the severe damage of broken meridians and shattered spiritual roots.

The disciples guarding the mountain gate gasped upon seeing this. Some hurriedly ran to report, their cries of alarm echoing in the twilight.

Li Qingfeng, his expression grave, placed the disciples in the sect's medical pavilion. The room was filled with the bitter aroma of medicine. Sixteen disciples lay on stone beds, their faces pale and bloodless, their eyes dark blue beneath their closed eyes. Li Qingfeng formed hand seals, and a flash of azure light flashed. His spiritual awareness surged like a tide, instantly enveloping them. His spiritual awareness revealed the disciples' injuries—their meridians were shattered, like threads severed by a sword, and no trace of spiritual energy remained.

The spiritual root was shattered and scattered into countless tiny fragments, making it impossible for ordinary people to recover.

"Uncle Li, are we..." A disciple struggled to open his eyes, his voice trembling like a leaf falling in the autumn wind, his eyes filled with despair. That look pierced Li Qingfeng's heart. He remembered how these disciples had diligently cultivated in the sect in the past, yet now they were in such a desperate situation.

Li Qingfeng patted his shoulder, and the warmth from his palm brought soothing power.

"Don't worry, I'm here."

He took a deep breath,

I plan to refine a kind of elixir for these disciples - the Yuan Zhuan Dan!

It can reshape one's foundation, reverse meridian damage, and rebuild one's spiritual roots, but it is extremely difficult to refine. Even in the world of immortal cultivation, those who can refine a perfect quality Yuan Zhuan Dan are rare.

But for Li Qingfeng, refining pills is not a difficult task. Even the perfect quality Yuan Zhuan Dan is not difficult for Li Qingfeng.

Less than half an hour.

Dan Cheng!

Sixteen Yuan-Transforming Pills emitting colorful light quietly exuded spiritual energy in the jade bottle. The halo on the surface of the pills seemed to contain the mysteries of heaven and earth.

Li Qingfeng distributed the pills to his disciples and watched them take the pills. The broken meridians and spiritual roots in their bodies began to slowly repair themselves under the effect of the medicine.

The powerful medicinal power rushed through their bodies like surging waves. The disciples turned pale in pain, their facial features distorted, and beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads.

But they all gritted their teeth and persevered, unwilling to utter a cry of pain.

Li Qingfeng continuously chanted spells with his hands, directing the medicinal power to help them rebuild their foundation. His eyes were focused and determined, not missing a single detail, fearing that even the slightest deviation in the medicinal power would lead to failure.

When the last disciple opened his eyes and the spiritual energy of the Foundation Establishment Stage emanated from his body, cheers erupted in the medical pavilion. "Thank you, Uncle Master, for giving us a new life!"

The sixteen disciples knelt on the ground in unison, their eyes filled with gratitude and awe.

They looked at Li Qingfeng, as if they saw the hope of rebirth and the path of future cultivation.

Li Qingfeng nodded with satisfaction: "Get up, practice hard, we will make the Tianchen Sect pay the price in the future."

His voice was firm and powerful, echoing in the medical room.

Ten days later, in the bamboo forest at the back of Luoyun Sect.

The bamboo leaves rustled, like countless whispers. Sunlight filtered through the gaps between the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground. Bai Wenshan, the Imperial Preceptor of the Great Qin Dynasty, dressed in a dark robe embroidered with golden cloud patterns, slowly approached, holding a jade folding fan. The crisp sound of the fan opening and closing was particularly clear in the quiet bamboo forest.

Li Qingfeng had been waiting here for a long time, holding a cup of tea in his hand. The aroma of tea rose up and blended with the scent of the bamboo forest. He looked calm, his eyes deep, as if he could see through people's hearts.

"Friend Li, how are you?"

Bai Wenshan smiled and sat down at the stone table. His eyes, sharp as a hawk's, swept across Li Qingfeng's face, trying to discern any clues from his expression.

Li Qingfeng put down the teacup, and the tea in the cup rippled. He said calmly: "Master Bai, I believe you didn't come here to reminisce about the past."

There was a hint of alienation in his tone, as if he had already seen through Bai Wenshan's intentions.

"Great!" Bai Wenshan put away his folding fan and his expression became serious.

"As Fellow Daoist Li knows, the seven nations are discussing a joint effort to overthrow the Dragon Suppression Valley. Ancient evil cultivators are sealed within the Dragon Suppression Valley. If the seal is broken, the consequences will be disastrous. However, it also contains a great opportunity. If we can obtain the secret treasure within the valley, the strength of our Great Qin will surely increase greatly."

There was a hint of excitement and anticipation in his voice, and a greedy glint in his eyes.

Li Qingfeng frowned slightly, a trace of worry flashing in his eyes. "Master Bai, the seal of the Dragon Valley has existed for thousands of years. How can it be broken just by saying it? Any rash action will only plunge the world into chaos."

He picked up the teacup and took a sip. The aroma of tea spread in his mouth, but it couldn't dispel the worry in his heart.

Bai Wenshan sneered and slammed his folding fan down on the stone table, making a loud "pa" sound. "Fellow Daoist Li, do you know why the Great Qin Imperial Family is so obsessed with the Dragon Suppression Valley? Because my Great Qin Imperial Family has 'Mad Blood' flowing through their veins. Every generation of the Imperial Family, upon reaching a certain age, will have their minds corrupted by this Mad Blood, turning them into a madman with a bloodlust. Only the secret treasures within the Dragon Suppression Valley may be able to unlock the secret of this Mad Blood."

His voice was low and mysterious, as if he was telling a shocking secret unknown to others.

Li Qingfeng had a blank expression on his face. He had known about the crazy blood for a long time, but he had never expected that the crazy blood was related to the secret treasure in Zhenlong Valley.

But he soon calmed down, his eyes becoming firm. "Master Bai, the secret of the Mad Blood sounds extremely mysterious, and the Dragon Suppression Valley is fraught with danger. Is it worth sacrificing countless lives for a vague hope?"

He put down his teacup, leaned forward slightly, and looked directly at Bai Wenshan, trying to make him understand the stakes involved.

Bai Wenshan was silent for a moment, his expression darkening. He gazed into the distance, as if lost in memories. "Fellow Daoist Li, you don't understand. If the secret of the Mad Blood can't be unlocked, the Great Qin will sooner or later be destroyed by the imperial family. Every Qin emperor, when the Mad Blood struck, caused tremendous disasters, devastating countless civilians and severely impacting the sect. As the Imperial Master, I watched all this unfold, powerless to do anything." His voice was filled with deep helplessness and pain.

Li Qingfeng sighed, his tone softening a bit. "Master Bai, I have a plan that might help Great Qin escape its predicament. There are many capable individuals among the collateral royal families of Great Qin. Why don't you assist them and take control of the situation? This way, we can avoid the disasters brought about by the royal family's bloodlust and ensure the stability and development of Great Qin."

He stood up and paced back and forth in the bamboo forest, the leaves rustling under his feet.

Bai Wenshan's expression changed. He stood up suddenly, and his folding fan swung open, covering half of his face. "Friend Li, are you asking me to betray the royal family?"

There was anger and shock in his voice, and his eyes were full of vigilance.

Li Qingfeng also stood up and looked at Bai Wenshan with a firm gaze. "Master Bai, this isn't betrayal. It's for the future of the Great Qin. You and I both know that the current Great Qin royal family has long been corrupted by the Mad Blood and is unable to shoulder major responsibilities. If the collateral royal family can take power, perhaps they can create a new situation for the Great Qin."

His words were decisive and persuasive.

Bai Wenshan gripped his folding fan tightly, his knuckles turning white from the strain, a flicker of struggle in his eyes. He paced back and forth in front of the stone table, the shadows of the bamboo leaves swaying across his body, like the conflict and entanglement within him.

After a long while, he slowly sat down and said in a deep voice, "This matter is of great importance. Let me think it over."

His voice was low and tired, as if he had aged a lot in an instant.

Li Qingfeng nodded. "Master Bai, I hope you can consider this carefully. Please think twice before you act on the matter of Dragon Valley. If you insist on becoming an enemy, I'm afraid the Great Qin will be doomed."

He sat down again and picked up the teacup. The tea was a little cold, but he still drank it all in one gulp.

Bai Wenshan stood up and said goodbye.

As he left, his back looked a little lonely.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on him, giving him a layer of golden light, but it could not dispel the haze in his heart.

Li Qingfeng watched him go, knowing that this game had only just begun. The secret of the Qin Empire's royal bloodlust and the crisis at Dragon Suppression Valley weighed heavily on his heart, forcing him to make early plans for the future.