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The watery moonlight gently sprinkled across the courtyard, as if covering the entire place with a layer of silver gauze. The stone table in the courtyard stood quietly, like a silent guardian, and the moonlight shimmered on its surface like countless tiny gems.

The mottled shadows of the trees swayed slowly in the gentle breeze, like a lively ink painting. Their swaying gestures seemed to tell the story of the years, or to perform a silent dance.

Jiang Qingwu was like an orchid blooming in the night. Her keen senses instantly detected the subtle, inquiring gaze from the shadows. Her curved eyebrows furrowed slightly, like spring water ruffled by a gentle breeze, revealing a hint of displeasure and vigilance. She raised her hand, her slender fingers like carved white jade, emitting a soft glow in the moonlight.

With a casual wave of her hand, a barrier as bright as crystal instantly rose up, like a solid wall, isolating the outside world from observation. The barrier shimmered with mysterious light, as if it contained infinite power.

She gently tilted her head, her beautiful eyes flashing with tenderness like water, her gaze gently fell on Su Chen, her cherry lips slightly opened, and she whispered softly: "Su Chen, come here and sit opposite me." Her voice was as pleasant as the sound of nature, echoing slowly in the silent night sky, like a clear spring flowing through the heart, carrying a magical power that can comfort people.

After hearing this, Su Chen was stunned for a moment, then he slowly raised his foot and began to walk forward.

He stood tall and straight, like a proudly erect pine tree. His steps were steady, calm, and powerful, each one appearing unhurried. Before long, he had reached the designated spot and sat down gracefully as instructed.

At this moment, the moonlight poured down like water, just right on the faces of the two people. Their eyes met quietly under the bright moonlight, and they stared at each other, and their eyes seemed to contain endless stories, twisting and turning, stretching endlessly.

The moonlight was like a skillful painter, carefully outlining the contours of their figures with its soft brushstrokes. From a distance, it looked like a beautiful painting slowly unfolding.

Jiang Qingwu, who was sitting opposite, took a deep breath. The breath was like the elegant fragrance emitted by flowers blooming in the early morning, fresh and pleasant, and gradually spread in the surrounding air.

Then, her calm and gentle voice rang out again, like a gentle spring breeze gently brushing past one's ears, making one feel happy: "Su Chen, I want to know if the demons that are bothering you are related to your family?"

Su Chen's eyes, which were originally as bright as stars, dimmed at this moment, as if the vast and starry night sky was suddenly covered by layers of thick dark clouds, becoming extremely deep and depressing.

He nodded slightly, the movement was so light that it was almost imperceptible, but such a subtle movement seemed to contain thousands of words, making people think that he might be trying hard to search for those long-forgotten painful memories deep in his mind.

In that brief moment, a flash of sadness flashed across his eyes like a meteor, but it was gone in an instant. After a brief pause, he slowly shook his head, his once handsome face now shrouded in helplessness.

A heavy sigh escaped from his mouth, and the sigh seemed to carry all the sorrow and resentment in the world, slowly drifting away in the silent night sky until it disappeared without a trace.

Just as he opened his mouth, as if about to say something, Jiang Qingwu's voice rang out again, "So, is this matter related to the mysterious Youhuang Secret Realm?"

Hearing this, Su Chen's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip, and his face turned pale in an instant, just like the first snow that had just fallen on a winter morning, cold and fragile.

Facing Jiang Qingwu's question, he didn't answer immediately. Instead, he sat quietly there, his eyes empty and confused, filled with a variety of complex and indistinguishable emotions: fear, regret, and deep attachment...

However, Jiang Qingwu, relying solely on Su Chen's instantaneous reaction, had already realized deep down that she had guessed correctly this time. So, she waited patiently for a short while, unhurriedly.

At this moment, the air around them seemed to be under a spell, completely frozen, without the slightest sign of movement. The whole world was eerily quiet, with only the gentle breeze occasionally blowing through, making a rustling sound so subtle that it was almost inaudible.

As time passed, Jiang Qingwu remained silent, quietly observing Su Chen in front of her. Just as she was about to speak again to break the silence, Su Chen, who had been keeping his head down and remained silent, finally seemed to have made up his mind and prepared himself mentally.

He first took a deep breath, and then exhaled suddenly and heavily. The long breath seemed to want to spit out all the depression and entanglement that had been accumulated in his heart for a long time.

After doing all this, Su Chen slowly raised his head and uttered a word in an almost imperceptible voice: "Hmm..."

Although the sound of this word was extremely slight, for Jiang Qingwu at this moment, it was like a huge stone suddenly thrown into the originally calm lake, instantly stirring up circles of ripples that quickly spread in all directions.

Hearing this answer, Jiang Qingwu's lips lifted involuntarily, revealing a faint, slightly sly smile. Then, she lowered her voice, speaking slowly in a tone only the two of them could hear: "Yes, I lied to you. I clearly experienced your illusion, or perhaps your past life, with you!"

Upon hearing this, Su Chen's face instantly lost all color, turning as pale as paper, like a snowy peak pierced by frost. He sat there silently, like a statue, making no sound, responding to Jiang Qingwu's words with silence.

His hands, gripping the teacup so tightly, were white at the fingertips from the excessive force. The force was so great that it seemed as if the cup would shatter in the next second. The teacup clearly reflected the fear and helplessness that filled his heart at that moment. Seeing this scene was truly pitiful and heartbreaking.

Jiang Qingwu silently watched Su Chen's every move and every subtle reaction, her eyes filled with deep concern. She gently picked up the teacup and took a small sip of tea.

As she moved, a faint fragrance of tea slowly diffused in the air, as if bringing a rare sense of relief to the originally tense and extremely tense atmosphere.

Then, she spoke again, "You don't have to worry about this. I know very well in my heart that you are definitely not someone who has taken over someone else's body. You are undoubtedly the real Su Chen. Whether it is the Su Chen in the illusion or the Su Chen in the Wuliang Sect, they are ultimately the same person. Although I don't know the reason why you have obtained such a brand new life, no matter what, the Heavenly Dao has finally given you a precious opportunity to start over, isn't it? The Heavenly Dao is willing to give you a chance, there is no reason for us to question you."

Su Chen was stunned, and his heart was filled with emotion. He had never imagined that Junior Master-Uncle would not suspect that he had used some devious methods, and would actually trust him so much. A warm current surged in his heart, and that warmth was like the warm sun on a winter day, instantly dispelling the haze in his heart.

He was about to open his mouth to say something, but before he could finish his words, he heard Jiang Qingwu's clear and pleasant voice again: "Don't let those things in the past that have already settled become a stumbling block that restricts you from moving towards new opportunities. You are now Su Chen of the Wuliang Sect. With your talent and ability, your future is boundless and your achievements are extraordinary! So, don't let down my fourth senior brother's careful teachings by dwelling on the past."

Her words were like a gentle spring breeze, gently brushing through Su Chen's heart; they were also like a bright warm sun, penetrating layers of haze and casting light on the darkest corners of his heart.

Su Chen listened quietly to Jiang Qingwu's encouraging words, and felt a warm current slowly flowing through his heart, instantly dispelling the coldness and haze that had accumulated for a long time.

Ever since entering the Wuliang Sect and beginning his dedicated cultivation, Su Chen had almost forgotten all the filth and unbearable experiences of his past life. Those memories that had once caused him unbearable pain seemed to have gradually faded with the passage of time.

However, who could have expected that this mysterious bamboo grove would be like a key to open the door to his memory, ruthlessly revealing the past that he had deliberately sealed away.

Although he finally succeeded in breaking through the entangled illusion, it remained like a cunning and stubborn vine, tightly wrapped around Su Chen's heart. On his subsequent cultivation path, it would occasionally extend its branches to disturb his mind, slowing his progress and causing his realm to stagnate for a long time, making it difficult to make any further progress.

The illusion was like a heavy shackle, tightly wrapped around the evil consequences of his past life, tormenting him constantly. Every time he tried to break free from this horrific nightmare, he found that the more he struggled, the deeper he fell.

However, just as he was trying to escape this terrifying illusion, his mind suddenly flashed back to the lie Jiang Qingwu had told him – that she would fall into a deep sleep once she entered the illusion. This lie was like a thorn that pierced his heart, leaving him baffled.

Finally, he couldn't suppress his inner doubts anymore and asked Jiang Qingwu, "Junior Master, why did you lie to me and say you fell asleep the moment you entered the illusion?"

Jiang Qingwu looked calm and answered slowly, "The illusion may really exist, but because I know very well that Su Chen is Su Chen, I just regard the so-called illusion as an elaborate scam." Her words were as calm as the gurgling of water, but with an irresistible firmness, as if what she said was an irrefutable truth.

At this moment, Su Chen's heart was filled with gratitude towards Jiang Qingwu. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something to express his gratitude, but the words seemed to be stuck in his throat and could not come out.

He was extremely excited, with countless complex emotions surging in his heart: joy, touching, and endless gratitude. But these emotions were intertwined, and he couldn't find the right words to express his deepest feelings.

Finally, Su Chen's originally fair face flushed crimson in an instant, like a child who had made a mistake, and he seemed a little uneasy. He stood there at a loss, his eyes wandering, not daring to look directly into Jiang Qingwu's clear eyes.

Jiang Qingwu's lips curled up slightly, and she let out a clear and sweet laugh, as sweet as a silver bell. She parted her red lips slightly and said softly, "Practice well, and don't let your inner demons entangle your mind anymore."

After finishing her words, Jiang Qingwu's beautiful eyes moved, and she suddenly changed the subject. She looked at Su Chen with interest and asked in a delicate voice, "Come, guess why it didn't create an illusion for me when I was in the illusion?"

Hearing this, Su Chen was startled at first, then a look of confusion crossed his face. He blinked his clear eyes, his gaze fixed on Jiang Qingwu. After a moment's thought, he tentatively replied, "Could it be because of the Flowing Light Mirror?"

However, upon hearing this, Jiang Qingwu simply shook her head, her brows furrowed slightly, as if lost in deep thought. For a moment, all was silent, with only the gentle breeze ruffling their hair.

Jiang Qingwu did not continue to explain, but smiled slightly and said: "When your cultivation level is equal to mine, I will tell you my guess that this illusion does not reflect my inner world." After that, she stared at Su Chen quietly, as if trying to see some clues from the other's expression.

Faced with such conditions, Su Chen initially looked hesitant, clearly feeling that catching up to Jiang Qingwu's realm would be a difficult task. But soon, his demeanor returned to normal, and he smiled, "Alright! If that's the case, then I'll accept this bet."

At this moment, Su Chen's eyes gleamed with an incomparably resolute light, like the brightest star in the night sky, gleaming brilliantly. That light seemed to be solemnly promising Jiang Qingwu that he would give his all, practice diligently, strive to achieve his goal as soon as possible, and catch up with her...