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"I snatched it from Ye Qingcheng." He Yihuan replied solemnly. Hearing this, the other three were shocked, and their faces showed admiration.

Pei Yi spoke first: "Master, have you met Ye Qingcheng?! This guy has been hiding his whereabouts and never revealed his whereabouts. Master has been looking for him for a long time and this time he finally got what he wanted!" His voice was full of respect and excitement. Ye Qingcheng of the Soul Devouring Sect has always been the inner demon of Master, and now, Master can finally take revenge.

Then, Lin Feixue gritted her teeth and said, "Ye Qingcheng, this evil man, deserves to die! Since he has been captured by my uncle, is he dead? If so, I will immediately send people to grind his bones to ashes to vent my hatred!" There was a spark of hatred in her eyes, and she obviously hated Ye Qingcheng deeply.

Li Qingtong on the side asked with concern: "Uncle Master, are you injured in this fight with Ye Qingcheng? Go to Yaofeng quickly and ask Li Qinglian to treat you! Don't delay your injury." She looked worried, afraid that He Yihuan would be seriously injured because of this fierce battle.

However, He Yihuan waved his hand, indicating that he was fine. He spoke slowly, "Ye Qingcheng managed to escape, but he was also severely injured and will be unable to recover in the short term. However, this operation did yield some results. Along the way, I also encountered Dong Mingye of the Soul Devouring Sect. This beast's methods are extremely cruel, and the weapons he wields are forged from the spines of various cultivators, and they have a long history. You must proceed with caution and ensure that this matter is handled properly. Return the remains of the deceased elders to their respective sects."

With that, He Yihuan flicked his sleeve, and a bone whip, emitting a strange aura and imbued with powerful restrictions, appeared in his hand. He handed it to Li Qingtong and instructed, "This is the murder weapon used by Dong Mingye. It contains endless resentment and evil spirit. You must carefully protect it and destroy it when the time is right to prevent it from causing harm to the world."

Li Qingtong nodded solemnly, taking the whip. Feeling the chill emanating from it, a chill tingled in her heart. She knew the whip held great significance, and the slightest carelessness could lead to unexpected consequences. So, she carefully placed the whip in her arms, determined to quickly follow her uncle's instructions.

"This journey follows my fifty years of seclusion. I felt a strange pull from the heavens. After repeated calculations, I discovered that I still have a bond between master and disciple that remains unfinished. And this bond lies in the mysterious Dongling. So, a month ago, I resolutely broke free from seclusion and embarked on this unknown journey. However, the journey was arduous, and it wasn't until three days ago that I discovered clues left by disciples sent by Miaoyin Hall to support the Jiang family. Only then did everything become clear." He Yihuan paused, sighed deeply, and continued, "What a pity! I'm still a step too late. When I arrived, I found the Jiang family patriarch alone, still struggling and resisting stubbornly, but he was surrounded and facing a fierce battle. If only I had been faster..."

Everyone was well aware of He Yihuan's inner turmoil and regret, and they knew that no matter how much they tried to comfort him, this knot in his heart would not be easily untied. A cultivator most despises opportunities that could change their fate by "coming a step late." As the saying goes, the one who tied the bell must untie it. The uncle's inner shackles could only be untied by himself. At this moment, a clear, melodious, yet slightly childish voice suddenly rang out.

"Master, what happened has nothing to do with you, so don't blame yourself. If it weren't for your Daolai Qingwu, I'm afraid I would have been captured by the Soul Devouring Sect." Jiang Qingwu said matter-of-factly. She didn't know the regret of the cultivators of the Dongxu Realm for being "a step late". She only knew that if they didn't know what was good for them and blamed others for the so-called "would things have been different if they had come earlier", it would chill the hearts of the rescuers. Rescuers would have this kind of thinking, thinking that they were responsible for their own abilities. If the rescued also applied this kind of thinking to the rescuer, then there would be no gratitude! It would be repaying kindness with grievances! In Jiang Qingwu's view, rescuers could only feel regret for such thoughts, not inevitability, knowing that if there were no rescuers, the result would be even worse.

"Master, of course, knows." He Yihuan couldn't help but let out a long sigh, a flood of emotion filling his heart. He recalled his own youthful ignorance, the stark contrast between him and the precocious Jiang Qingwu before him now. Back then, he even complained about the reinforcements arriving sooner. However, after experiencing the difficult years of being used as a cauldron in the Soul Devouring Sect's underground palace, he gradually grasped many of the true meanings of life.

At this moment, the atmosphere was a bit tense. Li Qingtong, perceptive, quickly interrupted, trying to break the deadlock: "Congratulations, Master-Uncle, on having such a gifted and intelligent disciple!" She knew that Jiang Qingwu's words alone were enough to prove his extraordinary character and wisdom, truly worthy of the title "gifted and intelligent." This praise was both a recognition of Jiang Qingwu and an attempt to ease the somewhat tense atmosphere.

The other two quickly echoed.

"I never imagined that someone like me, who has lived for hundreds of years, would actually welcome such a lovely little junior sister! This is great! I'm no longer the youngest in the 99th generation of the Wuliang Sect! Hahahahahaha... Tonight I must show off my skills and organize a grand banquet for the sect that will last for three days and three nights!" Pei Yi exclaimed excitedly. Then, he turned around and continued enthusiastically to Jiang Qingwu beside him, "Hey, Senior Brother, I just happened to get a new little magic weapon recently. It's perfect as a gift for you, little junior sister!"

With that, Pei Yi unhesitatingly thrust the shell-like object into Jiang Qingwu's arms. Then, he hurriedly declared he was going to draft a menu and pass it on to his second senior brother, who would handle the purchasing. In a flash, he was gone, like a gust of wind. Jiang Qingwu's grateful words, "Thank you, senior brother..." faded into the air, accompanied by the falling snowflakes that drifted down from Tingxue Peak.

Yet, despite the considerable distance, the monks' exceptionally keen hearing could still clearly detect the distant sounds. Pei Yi, who had already vanished, was no exception. He strode forward at breakneck speed, his voice at the top of his lungs, a deafening roar echoing across the empty mountain. "You're welcome—this is as it should be."

At the same time, Lin Feixue on the side also walked forward with a smile, and gently handed an exquisite instrument that looked like a flute to Jiang Qingwu, and whispered: "Junior sister is really smart and well-behaved, so likable. It just so happened that not long ago, I also specially asked the second senior brother to help me carefully refine such a magic weapon. Today I happened to meet the junior sister who just started learning, so I will give it to you as a small gift. I hope it can be helpful to you." Faced with this sudden generous gift, Jiang Qingwu couldn't help but feel flattered. He hurriedly stretched out his hands to take it carefully, and thanked her happily: "Thank you, senior sister!" His words were full of sincerity and honesty.

"I'm constantly busy with the sect, handling all sorts of complex affairs. The instruments I use are my lifeblood, my very own spiritual instruments. It's difficult for me to part with them and give them away, so I can only offer a few mundane gifts as a token of my appreciation." Li Qingtong spoke as she reached into her Qiankun Ring and pulled out a small, exquisite Qiankun bag, which she handed to Jiang Qingwu. She continued, "This contains some talismans I've created in my spare time. While they're not as impressive as your masterpieces, they should be more than enough to handle minor problems. Additionally, the bag contains 10,000 high-grade spirit stones, which I can use as I please."

Hearing this, Jiang Qingwu was so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth. She secretly sighed in her heart: This senior sister is really rich! She hurriedly thanked her: "Qingwu thank you for your kindness!"

At this moment, she couldn't help but admire this sect that was known as the best in the world even more - look at them, they were so generous and heroic with every move they made!

At this moment, He Yihuan stepped forward with a smile, gently raised his hand, and revealed a ring that shimmered with a mysterious light. He said slowly, "Since everyone has prepared gifts for you, I, your teacher, will not be left behind. This is a storage ring, capable of holding many items for you to carry around. Furthermore, within this ring are stored some precious resources that will aid your cultivation."

"Qingwu, thank you, Senior Sisters and Master!" Jiang Qingwu beamed, carefully cradling the gift in her hands as if it were a rare treasure. Her eyes sparkled with gratitude, and she smiled sweetly at her two Senior Sisters and Master, expressing her heartfelt gratitude. At that moment, she truly felt the warmth and tolerance of everyone, feeling a surge of warmth wash over her, a buoyant feeling that engulfed her.

"Alright, Uncle Master, take Junior Sister to find a suitable cave on Tingxue Peak. I'll immediately arrange for the General Affairs Hall to prepare all of Junior Sister's daily necessities." Li Qingtong said with a smile, then turned and gracefully departed, leaving behind a graceful silhouette. Lin Feixue followed suit and said softly, "Since there's nothing unusual happening on Tingxue Peak, I must quickly head to the Law Hall to handle some important matters, so as not to delay tonight's gathering." Before she finished her words, she had already stepped out, her steps graceful and firm.

He Yihuan silently gazed at their receding figures, a flicker of relief in his eyes. Wuliang Sect still retained its former charm, reminding him of the warmth and tolerance he had experienced upon his initial arrival. He slowly turned his head, his gaze softly resting on Jiang Qingwu, and whispered, "From now on, this is your home." Jiang Qingwu nodded vigorously, as adorably as a chick pecking at rice. A child's instinct to sense malice is acute, let alone someone like her, who had experienced the vicissitudes of a past life and possessed an extremely sensitive personality. She knew that since leaving the Jiang family, she had once again found a group of trustworthy people here who could support each other in this complex world.

"Master will help you integrate your own aura into this Qiankun Ring. From now on, whenever you wish to access an item, you can do so with a simple thought." "Thank you, Master!" As soon as he finished speaking, He Yihuan formed a seal with his hands, muttering something to himself. He then drew a faint aura from Jiang Qingwu and carefully integrated it into the Qiankun Ring. After completing this, he personally placed the ring on Jiang Qingwu's finger.

Jiang Qingwu had initially worried that her young age and slender fingers might make such a ring difficult to wear. But to her amazement, the jade ring seemed to possess a spirituality, automatically adjusting its size to the size of her hand, fitting perfectly. This miraculous phenomenon once again deeply shocked Jiang Qingwu, a modern person.

Filled with curiosity and anticipation, Jiang Qingwu attempted to place the gifts given to her by her two senior sisters and brothers into the Qiankun Ring. To her surprise, it actually worked! Seeing her hands empty, while those precious items were safely stored within the ring, she couldn't help but exclaim, "This is so convenient!" He Yihuan smiled with satisfaction and said, "Yes! Now you don't have to worry about the inconvenience of carrying so many items with you." Jiang Qingwu nodded vigorously in agreement, thinking to herself: This level of convenience is simply beyond imagination!

He Yihuan then smiled as he led Jiang Qingwu towards his cave abode. He then stopped and pointed to three surrounding residences, patiently introducing them to her. "You can choose from three different locations for your future abode. One is right next to the steaming river; another is near the Snowy Region, perpetually covered in snow and howling with icy winds; and the final one is directly behind Hanhui Residence, where I live. Whichever one you choose will be extremely beneficial for your cultivation, so you can make your final decision based on your personal preferences."

After a brief moment of reflection, Jiang Qingwu softly replied, "Then let's choose the second location, near the summit. I've always preferred a cooler atmosphere." He Yihuan nodded in agreement and continued, "Very good! How about naming your cave 'Miaofengju'? This name embodies the fleeting wind and rain, and the profound meaning of persevering through hardships and moving forward." Jiang Qingwu was overwhelmed with joy and gratitude upon hearing this. He quickly bowed and thanked him, "Thank you, Master, for this kind name."

He Yihuan gazed at his clever disciple, a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes. With a gentle wave of his hand, a sharp sword energy shot forth, landing precisely on the chosen cave wall. As the sword energy passed, the three powerful characters "Miaofengju" appeared on the stone wall, emanating a mysterious and solemn aura. The scene was as unforgettable as when his master personally inscribed the inscription for his Hanhuiju.

Jiang Qingwu looked at the three large characters "Miaofengju" and felt a stronger sense of belonging to the Wuliang Sect. His bond with the Wuliang Sect deepened...