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Shi Chenbai and Lin Feixue slowly walked into the village massacred by the demonic cultivators. The moment they entered, a thick, bloody, and deadly atmosphere washed over them like a tide. The once peaceful and tranquil village was now littered with corpses, a scene of devastation unbearable to watch. The dilapidated houses, their crumbling walls, seemed to bear witness to the brutal disaster.

Shi Chenbai's expression was solemn. He formed hand seals, and runes flashed, attempting to search for any remaining clues. Lin Feixue, sword in hand, glanced around warily, alert for any sudden danger. They searched the village meticulously, leaving no corner untouched.

Shi Chenbai's brow furrowed, his consciousness like a vast net, meticulously searching every inch of the ground, leaving no trace of a possible clue. Lin Feixue crouched on the ground, gently touching the charred ashes with her fingers, her eyes gleaming with wisdom. She seemed to be searching for something within the ashes.

"The smell of blood here is so strong!" Lin Feixue said with a frown.

"Well, it seems that all the villagers here have been killed." Shi Chenbai said heavily.

The two continued to search for clues in the village, hoping to find some traces of the demon cultivators or other useful information. However, apart from ruins and corpses, they did not find much useful information.

"Are there no clues left here?" Lin Feixue asked doubtfully. Her eyes searched everywhere, her brow furrowed, as if she was confused by the situation.

"No, there must be something we haven't discovered yet," Shi Chenbai said firmly. His eyes were sharp, and he didn't miss any corner that might hide clues.

At this moment, Shi Chenbai suddenly noticed a seemingly ordinary house, but it was surrounded by a faint spiritual energy fluctuation. He immediately walked towards the house and pushed open the door, revealing a simple study.

Inside the study, on the desk lay an ancient book that recorded the history of the village and some mysterious rituals. Shi Chenbai flipped open the book and found that one of the pages had been torn in half, leaving only some blurred words.

"What does this mean?" Lin Feixue asked, looking at the words on the ancient book. Curiosity crossed her face as she tried to understand the meaning of these incomplete words.

"It looks like a record of some kind of ceremony, but the specific content has been torn off." Shi Chenbai said with a frown.

As they were studying ancient books, a sinister laugh suddenly rang out. Shi Chenbai and Lin Feixue immediately became alert, gripping their weapons tightly, ready to deal with any enemies that might appear.

"Brother, look here." Lin Feixue pointed to the ground, her expression focused and serious. Following her guidance, Shi Chenbai's gaze fell on a trace on the ground. It was a faint red light, interwoven like bloodshot threads, forming a complex pattern. Although the trace had been destroyed, the power of the formation within it could still be clearly seen.

Shi Chenbai quickly stepped forward, crouched down, and carefully observed the traces of the formation on the ground. His gaze was as sharp as a torch, as if he wanted to see through the traces to the secret behind them. As time passed, his brows gradually furrowed, and his expression became increasingly solemn.

"This is a blood sacrifice formation, related to the rumored magic weapon awakening ritual." Shi Chenbai's voice was low and firm, filled with unquestionable certainty. His words made Lin Feixue's heart sink. She was well aware of the evil and danger of blood sacrifice formations.

"It seems Junior Sister's speculation and the current rumors in the demon world are both correct. These demon cultivators are truly performing a blood sacrifice here." Lin Feixue's voice was filled with worry, and her eyes revealed her concern for the future. If this demonic weapon were truly awakened, the entire southern border would face an unprecedented crisis.

Shi Chenbai nodded, his eyes gleaming with determination, as if burning with fire. He knew full well that they shouldered the heavy responsibility of protecting Southern Xinjiang and must not allow the magic weapon to fall into the hands of the demons. "We must find this magic weapon as soon as possible and prevent this disaster." His tone was firm, filled with a sense of mission.

The two began to search the village carefully, leaving no corner untouched. Their movements were swift and meticulous, as if they were searching for something crucial. As time went by, they gradually pieced together some key information.

"Here, this symbol, I've seen it in the sect's ancient books." Shi Chenbai suddenly stopped and pointed at the symbol on a broken stone slab. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, as if he had found an important clue.

Lin Feixue leaned over, her eyes lingered on the symbol for a moment, and then a confused look appeared on her face.

"What's wrong?" Shi Chenbai looked at her and asked.

"I'm not familiar with this symbol." Lin Feixue shook her head, "I really haven't studied ancient books on formations."

"Oh, that's okay." Shi Chenbai nodded. "Let me explain. This symbol represents an ancient formation related to the soul."

"Soul..." Shi Chenbai muttered to himself, countless thoughts flashing through his mind, "Could it be that this magic weapon requires a soul as a sacrifice?"

"It's very likely." Lin Feixue's voice was solemn. "The bloodstains and broken limbs we found in the village were all sacrifices made by the demon cultivators in order to awaken this demonic weapon."

"In other words, they conducted a horrific blood sacrifice here, collecting a large amount of flesh, blood and souls, with the purpose of awakening this magic weapon." Shi Chenbai's face turned serious.

"Then, what about this symbol?" Lin Feixue asked, pointing to the symbol on the stone slab.

"This should be one of the formations used to awaken the magic weapon." Shi Chenbai frowned, his eyes revealing deep worry. "It seems that the magic cultivators have mastered this formation, but have not yet fully awakened the magic weapon. Otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous."

Lin Feixue nodded, indicating that she agreed very much with this statement. She frowned and said, "It seems that this matter is more serious than we thought. We must take it seriously!" Then, they continued to investigate in the village, and soon found some clues left by the evil cultivators, as well as some evidence of the villagers' struggle and resistance.

These new clues gave them a clearer and more definite understanding of what happened at that time.

Meanwhile, Li Qinglian finally caught up with Jiang Qingwu and the others. Upon seeing them, he immediately began examining the health of each person who had just returned from their visit to the ancient tomb. His eyes revealed a deep concern, his hands gleaming with light, and streams of pure spiritual energy continuously flowed into the bodies of the people, meticulously examining their physical condition.

After a thorough inspection, Li Qinglian breathed a sigh of relief and told everyone, "Fortunately, no one is seriously ill. They are just exhausted from over-expending their spiritual energy. Now we just need to rest well and then continue on our journey to the capital of Southern Xinjiang and wait for Second Senior Brother to join us."

Upon hearing this news, everyone felt relieved, and a look of relief appeared on their faces. However, they didn't completely relax, as they knew the journey ahead might be filled with unknown challenges. Therefore, everyone decided to quickly recover their strength and be fully prepared.

Jiang Qingwu turned to look at Li Qinglian and asked curiously, "Senior Brother, how come you came so quickly? I just sent you a message the day before yesterday, and you arrived today." There was a glint of confusion and surprise in her eyes.

Li Qinglian smiled and replied: "Isn't it thanks to your Thousand Mile Travel Talisman? It's so magical that it allowed us to get here quickly." He looked at Jiang Qingwu gratefully, and then continued to check Su Chen and Lin Muci's practice records.

Jiang Qingwu smiled proudly and said, "Hehe, it's useful, right? I made this carefully and designed it specifically for emergency situations." There was a hint of pride in her tone.

Li Qinglian nodded in agreement. "Yes, it is indeed very useful. However, using this Thousand Mile Travel Talisman consumes a large amount of spiritual energy, so it should be used with caution." He paused, a trace of worry on his face, and continued, "I don't know if Second Brother and Third Sister's operation went smoothly. I hope they are all well."

Hearing this, Jiang Qingwu's expression became serious, and she sighed softly, "Yes." Her eyes were full of concern and worry.

Royal Tombs of Southern Xinjiang.

Shi Chenbai and Lin Feixue arrived at Feng Moxuan's tomb. Shi Chenbai looked at the restrictions set by Jiang Qingwu with admiration in his eyes. He waved his hand to release the restrictions and walked in cautiously. The tomb was filled with a mysterious aura, and the runes on the walls flickered faintly.

After Shi Chenbai carefully inspected the tomb and confirmed it was safe, he waved his hands, and powerful spiritual energy surged out, placing an even more powerful protective barrier within the tomb. This barrier not only prevented others from breaking in, but also concealed the tomb's aura, avoiding unnecessary trouble.

After completing all this, they hurried non-stop towards the capital of Southern Xinjiang. Along the way, Shi Chenbai was filled with a deep sense of worry. The reappearance of the magic weapon was like a time bomb, poised to trigger a greater crisis at any moment. He silently prayed that the storm wouldn't arrive too quickly, and that they would have enough time to respond.

When they finally arrived at the city gate, they happened to catch up with Jiang Qingwu and the others. "Brothers and sisters! Uncle Master!" everyone greeted them in unison. Master Chenbai's face was solemn as he declared, "The magic weapon has reappeared." This statement was like a bombshell, instantly causing an uproar in the crowd. Upon hearing this news, everyone's faces suddenly darkened, as if shrouded in a haze. They knew the power of the magic weapon; if it were used by a demonic cultivator, it would bring unimaginable disaster to the entire world of immortal cultivation.

"We must find a solution as soon as possible." Jiang Qingwu's voice was filled with determination and resolve. She knew now was not the time to hesitate; she had to act immediately. "That's right. We must not let the magic weapon fall into the hands of the demonic cultivators." Feng Ci clenched his fists, his eyes gleaming with determination. He knew the weight of his responsibility and could not allow the magic weapon to become a weapon in the hands of the demonic cultivators.

They stood at the city gate, solemnly discussing their next move. Ultimately, they agreed to rest within the city for a while to recover their physical and spiritual strength. Meanwhile, they needed to gather more information about the magic weapon, understanding its characteristics and possible whereabouts. While the Southern Xinjiang capital was bustling and bustling, no one was in the mood to admire it at the moment. They found an inn, quickly checked in, and began to inquire about the situation.

"Senior Brother, this is the Flowing Light Mirror that you gave me that year. It records the demonic cultivator in the ancient tomb who controlled Feng Moxuan and the dragon veins of southern Xinjiang." Jiang Qingwu carefully took out the Flowing Light Mirror from his arms and handed it to Shi Chenbai.

Shi Chenbai took the Flowing Light Mirror, examined it carefully, and nodded, saying, "Your restrictions are good; they can prevent others from peeping into the secrets within. However, this mirror may be helpful in our search for the magic weapon, so give it to me for safekeeping. Once I find the relevant information about the magic weapon, I will immediately return to the sect and kill those abominable magic cultivators."

After saying that, Shi Chenbai put the Flowing Light Mirror into his Qiankun bag and imposed a more powerful seal to ensure its safety.

Jiang Qingwu and Lin Feixue headed to the city's cultivator market. The place was bustling with people, and a cacophony of voices blended together, creating a chaotic scene. They wandered through the market, chatting with other cultivators, hoping to gain some useful clues. However, despite encountering many cultivators, most knew nothing about magic weapons or were unwilling to share any information.

"Have you heard? A magical weapon has recently appeared. It's said to be incredibly powerful, capable of destroying heaven and earth." A cultivator spoke carefully, his voice low, as if afraid of being overheard. A hint of fear and awe crossed his face. The surrounding cultivators pricked up their ears and stared at him nervously.

"Yes, I heard about it too. It seems to have been awakened in a village, and now many demon cultivators are looking for it," another cultivator echoed, a hint of worry in his eyes. He sighed softly, as if he was uneasy about the appearance of the demonic weapon.

Jiang Qingwu and Lin Feixue exchanged a glance, a determined glint in their eyes. They knew the seriousness of this magical weapon. If it wasn't dealt with promptly, it would bring a massive disaster to the entire cultivation world. So, they decided to investigate further and learn more about it.

After some inquiries, they finally learned some of the legends and characteristics of the magic weapon. It turned out to be the "Chaos Orb," possessing incredibly powerful magical powers, capable of manipulating minds and unleashing untold disasters. Even more terrifying, it had been sealed away in ancient times, yet had now reappeared for unknown reasons. This news shocked Jiang Qingwu and Lin Feixue, who realized it could signal the impending arrival of an unprecedented crisis.

After returning to the inn, Jiang Qingwu told everyone everything he had learned. After listening, everyone fell silent, their expressions solemn and heavy. They knew the urgency and danger of this matter and needed to take action quickly.

Shi Chenbai was the first to break the silence. With a solemn expression, he declared, "We must find the whereabouts of the demonic weapon and find a way to seal it again. Otherwise, if a demonic cultivator were to obtain it, the consequences would be disastrous." His words were filled with determination and a sense of responsibility, earning him a new respect. The others nodded in agreement, determined to go all out and fight this crisis together.

Zhongli Xiu frowned: "But the whereabouts of the magic weapon are unknown, where should we start looking for it?" He looked at everyone with a distressed face, as if looking for an answer.

Jiang Qingwu pondered for a moment and said, "I think we can start with the village that was sacrificed in blood. Maybe there will be some clues left there, and perhaps we can find some clues about the magic weapon."

Everyone nodded in agreement, thinking the proposal made sense. They decided to head back to the village early the next morning for a more in-depth investigation.

As night fell, Jiang Qingwu sat alone in her room, her thoughts surging like a tidal wave. She kept thinking back to everything that had happened during the day, feeling a vague sense of unease, a sense that there seemed to be a greater conspiracy behind this sudden crisis...