The Emperor of Zongmen Workers is here

He Yihuan withdrew his gaze from the distance, put away his Hidden Sword, and walked towards the Jiang family father and daughter...

When he came to the Jiang family father and daughter, he reached out and felt Jiang Ruiyuan's pulse. The situation was not optimistic. He took out the Nine-Turn Resurrection Grass from his Qiankun bag and fed it into the two people's mouths, one to save his life and the other to replenish his deficiency. With the help of the Nine-Turn Resurrection Grass, Jiang Ruiyuan slowly woke up.

"Thank you, Daojun Zangfeng." Jiang Ruiyuan's voice became old and hoarse due to rapid aging after he lost his cultivation.

He lay on a water bed crafted from He Yihuan's spiritual energy. Severely wounded by the evil spirit, and now completely depleted of his cultivation, his face was as pale as paper, his breath weak and ready to fade at any moment. This battle had drained the Jiang family's luck, and it had also drained his own.

He used up his last bit of strength, raised his head, and looked at He Yihuan, his eyes full of despair and helplessness. He knew that his life had come to an end, and the only thing he was worried about was his daughter Jiang Qingwu.

"Master Cangfeng..." Jiang Ruiyuan spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse and weak, "I... I can't do it anymore... Please..."

His injuries were so severe that he couldn't even speak a word without gasping for air. He could only breathe deeply and continue, "Save the Jiang family's last hope... I don't ask... I don't ask to be in your sight..."

Jiang Ruiyuan was so angry that his eyes were about to split open, but he still insisted, "I only beg... I only beg you to give her a glimmer of hope... When she turns five, let her... let her find her own destiny... I beg you..."

When Jiang Qingwu woke up, she saw Jiang Ruiyuan entrusting his son to Jiang Ruiyuan before his death. She felt a pang of pain in her heart and hugged Jiang Ruiyuan, "Dad! Wuuuuuu... Don't die! Wuuuuu..."

"Ahem...good boy Qingwu...don't cry..." Jiang Ruiyuan raised his hand with difficulty and gently stroked Jiang Qingwu's head, comforting her. Tears welled up in his weathered eyes. His other hand caressed Jiang Qingwu's face and wiped away her tears. "Daddy has to go find mommy first...Qingwu, you have to be good from now on...Qingwu..."

"Wuwuwuwu... Daddy, wuwuwuwu... Qingwu, wuwuwuwu... I will listen to Daddy, wuwuwuwu..." Why didn't Jiang Qingwu ask Daojun Zangfeng to save Jiang Ruiyuan? Because she knew that Jiang Ruiyuan was beyond help. She learned from the system that Daojun Zangfeng had already used the heavenly treasure Nine-Transformation Resurrection Grass to keep Jiang Ruiyuan alive, and had bought time for her and Jiang Ruiyuan to say goodbye.

He Yihuan watched the Jiang family father and daughter part, his heart moved, and he couldn't help but think of his own past. That was also a night with flames blazing into the sky. At that time, Ye Qingcheng's realm was just beginning. He had witnessed his relatives' tragic deaths one by one at Ye Qingcheng's hands, and they didn't even have time to utter their last words...

"Don't worry, I will take her away and accept her as my disciple." He Yihuan thought of his own destiny of ascension and could not bear to refuse the request of a dying person. What's more, Jiang Qingwu's aptitude and physique were both excellent for cultivation. He had no reason to refuse Jiang Ruiyuan's request.

When Jiang Ruiyuan heard He Yihuan's words, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, followed by relief.

"Thank you... Daojun Zangfeng... Thank you..." After Jiang Ruiyuan said this, he slowly closed his eyes, and his hand slid down from Jiang Qingwu's face.

“Dad——!” Jiang Qingwu cried out miserably, trying to wake up the person in front of him who could no longer open his eyes.

"Qingwu, please accept my condolences..." The system couldn't bear to see Jiang Qingwu, who had just gained warmth and experienced family love, lose all her relatives one after another in one day. It was connected to her consciousness and could sense all her emotions at this moment. She was in extreme pain now. For the first time, it did not call her host and tried to use its own little power to comfort Jiang Qingwu so that she would no longer be so sad.

Jiang Qingwu had experienced unforgettable separations and deaths over the past eighteen years. Although she had only been with the Jiang family for a year, she felt particularly close to them due to a natural bond. Recalling every moment she had spent with Father and Mother Jiang over the past year...

Jiang Qingwu had just felt the warmth of her parents, but when she thought of how Father and Mother Jiang cared for her and how they had asked about her well-being, and how they had resolutely chosen to sacrifice themselves to protect her even at the critical moment of the Jiang family's life and death, she felt so heartbroken that she couldn't breathe.

Big tears slid down her tender cheeks. She bit her lips tightly, trying not to cry out loud. But in the end, she couldn't control the grief in her heart, and tears rolled down like beads from a broken string.

Because she was only a year old, too tiny, we could only use our hands to barely hold Jiang Ruiyuan's dangling hand. She clung to that large hand, as if holding onto a last shred of warmth and support. She refused to let go, knowing that if she did, she would be back to the eighteen years she had spent alone... A single year had passed, like a fleeting moment, a fleeting moment, a fleeting moment...

She had just begun to envision a wonderful life with her "stolen" parents, but the sudden appearance of an evil cultivator shattered her beautiful dream, shattering it like a bubble, fleeting...

He Yihuan watched all this silently, not saying a word to disturb this child who looked just like him back then. She was even younger than he was then. Children in the cultivation world matured early, already understanding the world by the age of one. He knew that she also understood that she had become a homeless child. From now on, the Wuliang Sect was her only home... She was less fortunate than him, but also more fortunate than him, having encountered the Wuliang Sect earlier than him...

An inexplicable sadness welled up in He Yihuan's heart. He walked forward, gently patted Jiang Qingwu's shoulder, and said softly, "Say goodbye to them... I'll chant a farewell spell for them... How about burying your father here? Firstly, this place of your Jiang family is a good feng shui site, and secondly, your father must have wanted to continue to protect the Jiang family."

Jiang Qingwu's eighteen-year-old soul knew that the Jiang family was doomed to be exterminated, and she could not change the reality. She raised her head and looked at He Yihuan with gratitude. She nodded slowly, "Okay... Thank you, Taoist, for your mercy. Please build a tomb for my father!" The remaining members of the Jiang family who were destroyed by Ye Qingcheng's evil cultivator did not dare to trouble Taoist Cangfeng again, and could only wait for him to build a tomb for them in the future.

"Okay." Jiang Qingwu had just finished speaking when He Yihuan formed a formation with him as the center. He then scattered a bunch of talismans to expand the formation and soothe the souls. With one hand, he formed a formation that covered the entire Jiang family battlefield. Suddenly, spiritual light shone brightly, mixed with He Yihuan's solemn chanting.

"The universe is clear and bright, inherently without mind; the universe is empty and still, and all things return to oneness."

Separation and reunion suddenly disperse, and the love returns to the cup; I am like a bodhi, even if it changes and returns to the void. ?

To the great way of chanting: dark and bright, quiet and peaceful, rolling and chaotic, light and angry.

The soul is united here, awakening the turbulent world: Purity, the world's peace, follow my decrees. ?

The soul is easy to appease, but the human heart is hard to appease. Even though we are different, we have different paths, but we all end up at the same destination. I follow the will of Heaven, my soul is in a state of meditation, my heart is united and one, rootless and endless. My soul rests, my thoughts are calm and still, like clear water in a mirror, like dust-free wind. If the heart gathers and disperses, the spirit will be as clear and virtuous as heaven. I am anxious but not afraid, I am lost in the vastness, but I am not panicked, and I am eternally at peace.

I wish to fulfill my three thousand Dharma vows, cry out to the underworld, and bring all souls to peace. I command them to soothe their hearts and souls, quell their resentment, subdue their evil spirits, and restore their true selves.

—Quoted from Requiem

"If you have anything else to say, please say it. Next, I will chant the mantra of rebirth to send them off."

She sighed softly, slowly stood up, and formally said goodbye to the stolen time. The little girl solemnly bowed three times in the direction of the Jiang family, "Father, Mother... I will take good care of myself and practice well. Please rest assured, please take care of yourselves..." Jiang Qingwu said softly, as if speaking to herself, but also as if speaking to them far away... I will avenge the Jiang family...

A gentle breeze brushed across Jiang Qingwu's face, and they seemed to hear... "Goodbye, mother! Goodbye, father!"

"Please, please start..."

He Yihuan stood in the center of the magic circle and heard Jiang Qingwu's voice continue to chant the mantra of rebirth: "The Supreme Lord commands that your lonely soul be liberated, all ghosts and spirits, and all four kinds of life be blessed. Those with heads will be liberated, and those without heads will ascend. Those killed by spears and knives, those who jump into the water and are suspended by ropes. Those who died openly or secretly, those who died unjustly, creditors and enemies, and those who seek your life. Kneel before my platform, the eight trigrams will emit light, and you will step out of the gap and be reborn elsewhere. Whether you are a man or a woman, you will bear the consequences yourself. Wealth and poverty are your own fault. I command that you save us all, and we will be reborn quickly. I command that you save us all, and we will be reborn quickly."

——Excerpt from "Nirvana Mantra"

At this point, the entire salvation process came to an end. After being cast by a cultivator of He Yihuan's realm, the battlefield that had just ended seemed sacred and peaceful. A gentle breeze rose, as if thanking He Yihuan, and as if bidding farewell to Jiang Qingwu...

The disciples of Miaoyin Temple saw this tragic yet peaceful scene upon their arrival...

Everyone bowed and apologized to the two figures, one large and one small, standing not far away: "Senior He, we are still late..."

Seeing the ruins of the Jiang family, how could Shi Yulong not know that the evil cultivator had been there? Fortunately, Jiang Qingwu was still there...

"It has nothing to do with you. The Jiang family was already doomed when I came here. I just happened to stop them from taking the last step." When He Yihuan was praying for the Jiang family, he had already sensed the aura of the people in Miaoyin Hall. He knew that these kind disciples would blame themselves, so he comforted them.

Shi Yulong and the others weren't comforted by He Yihuan's words. Instead, they blamed themselves even more for not arriving in time due to their lack of cultivation. If they had been faster... their eyes couldn't help but tear up. While cultivation is about self-cultivation and character development, how many people could truly remain indifferent to such a situation? They glanced at Jiang Qingwu, still so young, beside He Yihuan... If they had been faster, would the outcome have been different?

"Everyone has their own destiny. Don't blame yourself anymore. If you were ambushed by evil cultivators on the road without me, you would have been in great danger. Return to the sect and report quickly. I have taken care of the Jiang family's affairs." He Yihuan frowned. He knew very well that if he didn't speak out and guide these disciples, they would surely fall into the devil in their hearts and their practice would be no different.

"Thank you, Daojun, for your guidance. We will return to our sect to report." Everyone was awakened by He Yihuan's enlightenment and bowed to him solemnly. "My friend, please do not be too sad. The dead are gone, and the living should respect themselves."

Having said this, the disciples of Miaoyin Temple arrived and left in a hurry.

Jiang Qingwu was lost in his own thoughts, only coming to his senses after the Miaoyin Hall disciples' boats had sailed away. "Jiang Qingwu of the Dongling Jiang family thanks Senior He, Daojun Zangfeng of the Wuliang Sect, for saving his life." He paused, then bowed again, "Disciple Jiang Qingwu, greets Master."

He Yihuan didn't know how to raise a child; he was merely saving his younger self. Now, just like his master, he had become a light to others...

"Well, from now on, you are the 99th generation disciple of the Wuliang Sect and my last disciple. I hope you will abide by the sect's rules and comprehend the great Dao."

She was unfortunate to have her family wiped out, but she was also lucky to have been rescued by Daoist Master Cangfeng. At least she could still stand here, instead of becoming a helpless furnace. Even luckier was that she was accepted as Daoist Master Cangfeng's last disciple...

"Master, I don't believe in fate..." Jiang Qingwu looked at the Jiang family, then at He Yihuan. After being formally accepted as He Yihuan's disciple, she had become determined on her own path. With so little experience in cultivation, she hadn't yet realized that this was her Dao heart...

"System, I don't believe in fate... Just wait and see. In my previous life, I was able to become an 'eighteen-year-old genius shooting girl'. Now that I have broken through in the Dongxu Realm, I will definitely become a 'genius cultivation girl'!" Jiang Qingwu spoke to the system in his spiritual consciousness, and secretly set a goal for himself, a goal in the Dongxu Realm.

"Host, I believe in you! I will assist you in becoming the 'Genius Cultivator Girl of the Dongxu Realm'!" The Heavenly Dao System responded to her joyfully. Wasn't she truly worthy of being called the 'Genius Shooting Girl'? The System thought with relief.

He Yihuan was startled when he heard what she said. He actually sensed Jiang Qingwu's Dao Heart! He no longer ignored this disciple who hadn't completed the Heavenly Dao's promptings, nor did he regard her as someone to be saved. Instead, he solemnly re-examined this "one-year-old" child. He thought, he would train her well and let her become the person she wanted to be.

"Oh, yes, your father, wait for me to find him a good coffin." He Yihuan saw Jiang Ruiyuan's body not far away and then remembered that he still had important things to do... Sheerly, he took out three or four Qiankun bags from his Qiankun ring and kept searching with his hands. "I found it! The best rosewood! It's just a little big, after all, it's not custom-made; or this, the white jade coffin, is also a bit big; and this, the ice black jade coffin, this size is just right." He picked out three suitable coffins and placed them in front of Jiang Qingwu, motioning for her to pick one...

Jiang Qingwu couldn't help but be stunned when she saw He Yihuan's incredible move... Her master's mental state was still too advanced... But she still had to accept and thank him for his contribution to the Jiang family, and accepted his suggestion to pick one for Jiang's father... "Thank you, Master! Let's go with the black jade coffin, it looks more low-key..." It was still too advanced... Why could he take out so many coffins with him?

"You are worthy of being my disciple. You picked the best one." He Yihuan praised.

Jiang Qingwu was silent. She thanked him for the compliment. Was such a sad atmosphere really appropriate? She asked, "What do you think?"

She resolutely turned her back, curling herself into a small ball and no longer looking at this godlike man. She wanted to respect her own sadness and not be led astray by her master's outrageous actions...

He Yihuan chuckled softly when he saw that his deliberate actions had effectively eased his young disciple's emotions...

The Jiang family affair was settled. He Yihuan finished all his actions and stood beside Jiang Qingwu with his back to hers. At this moment, Jiang Qingwu also completely let go of the year she had "stolen" and found herself again as the "18-year-old genius shooting girl".

The Jiang family was not truly exterminated, because as long as she was there, the Jiang family would not be exterminated. She wanted to become the "genius cultivator of the Dongxu Realm" for the Jiang family, and even more for herself!

"I will teach you how to practice and make you stronger." He Yihuan's voice was low and firm. After placing a ban on this place, he picked up Jiang Qingwu and took her away from this sad place. The cold moonlight stretched their figures infinitely...

"Thanks……"

Jiang Qingwu hummed softly in a baby voice, and He Yihuan responded by patting her on the back gently.

Thank you to the Jiang family for the tenderness they had bestowed upon her over the past year, and thank you to Master for sparing her the suffering of the furnace. She had originally considered committing suicide to escape the furnace's fate, but she hadn't anticipated the sheer power of the weak, who wouldn't even stand a chance of struggle. She dared not think any further, but instead cherished the present moment, this hard-earned opportunity to live...