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Jiang Qingwu waited for a long time, only to hear the timid voice of the system ringing in Jiang Qingwu's mind: "How about we wait until we pass the Youhuang Secret Realm before we talk about it?" The system's voice was cautious and tentative, like a child who had done something wrong and was afraid of making an adult unhappy.

Jiang Qingwu reached the edge of a tranquil bamboo forest. The surrounding bamboo swayed in the wind, rustling as if accompanying this mysterious conversation. Jiang Qingwu could sense the system's hesitation and worry. It seemed afraid of something. Could it be hiding something? A trace of doubt crept into Jiang Qingwu's heart. She peered through the gaps in the bamboo forest, gazing at the looming mountains in the distance. The mystery within her heart, like the mist behind the mountains, grew thicker.

Jiang Qingwu curled her lips slightly, snorted coldly, and sneered decisively, "No." Her eyes shone with an unwavering determination that seemed to penetrate all obstacles, leaving no room for negotiation. She stood in the bamboo forest, her figure as upright as a resilient bamboo. The wind rustled her clothes, but it couldn't shake her unwavering resolve. She knew this matter couldn't be delayed any longer. She had to get more information from the system as soon as possible, especially about herself and those around her. She felt that this information was crucial to her future.

The bamboo forest bore witness to her perseverance. The dewdrops on the leaves shimmered in the moonlight, as if applauding her resolve. "But I haven't figured out what to say yet..." The system's voice grew increasingly timid, curling up within its consciousness like a frightened animal, trembling. Its voice trembled slightly, filled with helplessness and fear. At that moment, a cloud drifted across the sky, partially obscuring the moonlight, as if sensing the system's uneasiness.

The system was very conflicted at the moment. It knew that Jiang Qingwu's questioning would not stop easily, but it did not dare to reveal too much. In case of any uncontrollable consequences, it did not know how to end it.

"Then tell me about Su Chen first." Jiang Qingwu frowned slightly, deeply curious about Su Chen's identity. Knowing she couldn't push the system too hard, she offered the next best option. Her eyes gleamed with inquiry, her gaze fixed intently on a specific direction within her consciousness, as if she could peer through it into the system. The bamboo beside Jiang Qingwu swayed gently, seemingly also curious about Su Chen's secret.

Jiang Qingwu thought to herself that Su Chen's identity had always been a mystery, and that perhaps the system could reveal some clues that might solve some of the mysteries that had been plaguing her. Her eyes shone with an eagerness, like that of an explorer eager to solve a mystery.

"Ahem, I can tell you that." The system cleared its throat, as if trying to calm itself, and then slowly recounted Su Chen's situation. "Su Chen, what I know is that he is Master Liaochen, a Buddhist disciple of the Nirvana Sect. When he preaches, the scene is huge, with people jostling each other. Believers come from all directions, surrounding the lecture hall, just to listen to his Buddhist teachings. His rituals are extremely valuable. Those high-ranking officials and wealthy businessmen are willing to spend a fortune to invite him to perform rituals, but they are often unable to obtain them. I don't know how he became the 100th generation disciple of your Wuliang Sect."

The system's voice gradually lowered as it spoke, as if deliberately concealing something. To prevent Jiang Qingwu from guessing any more crucial information, it chose to withhold it. At this moment, a burst of bird song echoed from the bamboo forest, adding a touch of mystery to this enigmatic story. The system felt uneasy, worried that Jiang Qingwu would continue to question it.

"Nirvana Sect? Buddha's disciple?" Jiang Qingwu muttered to herself, her brows furrowed like two tangled ropes. Her mind was like a raging sea, with all sorts of speculations flooding in. She couldn't help but wonder, could Su Chen also be reborn? Then the system must also know about her past life? Could it be that something happened in her past life that brought her here in this life?

Her eyes gleamed with doubt and contemplation, like the flickering stars in the night sky, filled with uncertainty and confusion. Jiang Qingwu felt a surge of anxiety, desperate to know what had happened in her past life. The system seemed to know a great deal, yet refused to elaborate, leaving her feeling a bit irritated. The bamboo around her seemed to sense her emotions, trembling slightly, their leaves rubbing against each other, making a rustling sound as if to comfort her.

Because the system was still connected to Jiang Qingwu's consciousness, it keenly sensed Jiang Qingwu's thoughts and panicked, like a hare caught by a hunter. It knew it couldn't say too much; she'd already guessed so much from just a few words about Su Chen! Thinking of this, it quickly disconnected with shame and swiftly logged off, vanishing like a gust of wind, as if afraid Jiang Qingwu would question it further.

At this moment, the dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, and the moonlight once again shone down, but Jiang Qingwu's heart remained heavy. She looked up at the sky, her eyes filled with helplessness and contemplation. Jiang Qingwu connected the dots between what the system had said when it first contacted her: it had said that her clan would be exterminated, and that she would be rescued. However, it had been visibly surprised when she was rescued, suggesting that this body had experienced the same thing in its previous life, and that her rescue seemed to have happened even earlier.

"So, can I take it that you know about my past life?" Jiang Qingwu asked in her consciousness, her voice tinged with anticipation and questioning, pointing in the direction the system had vanished. However, after waiting for a long time with no response, she couldn't help but laugh in anger. "Okay, okay, you're running fast, but at least I've guessed something." She shook her head helplessly, a wry smile on her face. Although she felt a little annoyed, she also understood the system's caution and concerns.

Jiang Qingwu felt a little lost. She knew the system's evasion meant the truth she sought wouldn't be easily revealed, but she wouldn't give up easily. She decided to search for clues elsewhere, to unravel the mystery of her past life. She turned and walked deeper into the bamboo forest. The fallen leaves beneath her feet rustled softly, as if telling of the passage of time. After figuring it out, Jiang Qingwu stopped dwelling on other matters. She knew cultivation was the most important thing at the moment.

She returned to her room in the inn, her eyes fixed on the pen in her hand, as if it held the key to greatness. She devoted herself to practicing her newly developed rune. As she began to write, her gaze burned with a focus like a blazing flame, and the pen in her hand, like a nimble spirit, gracefully touched the rune paper, seemingly dancing across it. As she wrote, in one smooth motion, the rune shimmered with a faint light, like the first rays of morning sunlight, soft and mysterious, as if imbued with a mystical power.

Since finding the Void Crystal, she'd already reached the middle stage of the Golden Core stage, but she still felt her progress was too slow. To speed up her cultivation, she placed Spirit Gathering Talismans around her while she meditated. These Talismans, like shining stars, surrounded her, forming a spiritual array that enriched the surrounding spiritual energy for her cultivation.

She silently pondered, hoping to quickly break through the Golden Core Stage and enter the next realm, pursuing a higher path of cultivation. Like an eagle yearning to soar, it flapped its wings with all its might, soaring ever higher. A gentle breeze rustled through the window lattice, bringing with it bursts of floral fragrance, as if cheering her on.

On the second day, a tranquil morning unfolded. Sunlight, like a golden veil, gently bathed the earth, cloaking everything in the world in a shimmering brilliance. A gentle breeze from southern Xinjiang, laden with morning dew, caressed every inch of the earth like a gentle mother's hand, bringing a wisp of fresh air. The sky was a brilliant blue like a gem, with pristine white clouds floating in the air like clouds.

Shi Chenbai, Lin Feixue, and Li Qinglian prepared to take the magic weapon back to the Wuliang Sect. They stood in the square of the southern border capital, surrounded by solemn buildings and ancient stone tablets etched with the marks of time. Before leaving, Shi Chenbai held the Flowing Light Mirror in his hand, which exuded a faint mysterious aura. With a concerned and gentle expression, he handed the mirror to Jiang Qingwu and said, "Junior Sister, this is the magic weapon you used to seal the demon cultivator last time. When I returned to the sect last time, I worked with Junior Uncle to eliminate it. I have also purified the magic weapon for you. Please keep it."

Shi Chenbai thought to himself that his junior sister had made considerable contributions during this mission, and that this Flowing Light Mirror might even be helpful to her cultivation. He had already cleared out the demonic cultivators for her, and was taking this opportunity to seal the demonic weapon and bring her the magic weapon, hoping that her path to immortality would be smoother. His eyes were filled with care and concern for his junior sister, as warm as the sun.

Jiang Qingwu took the Flowing Mirror with both hands, a flicker of gratitude in her eyes, like a shooting star twinkling in the night sky. She asked, "Thank you, Senior Brother. Has my Master emerged from seclusion yet?" He Yihuan was in this critical period of ascension, and he would often retreat. Jiang Qingwu had seen him less often since becoming his disciple, but he had been constantly providing support. Not wanting to disturb his Master's retreat for trivial matters, Jiang Qingwu hadn't contacted him using the sect order. A gentle breeze blew through the square, causing her hair to flutter softly, as if conveying her longing and gratitude for her Master.

"Well, Junior Uncle has come out of seclusion, but after this retreat, he is now close to ascending to heaven. He has been restricted by the Heavenly Dao and is not allowed to interfere in worldly affairs to avoid being contaminated by cause and effect. He is now depressed because of the restriction imposed by the Heavenly Dao and has no interest in practicing..." Speaking of this, Shi Chenbai sighed, and a trace of helplessness and regret appeared on his face. His expression was like a withered flower, full of loss.

The fact that his junior uncle couldn't personally slay his enemies was perhaps a profound regret for him, a regret weighing like a heavy stone on his heart. Shi Chenbai felt sorry for his junior uncle. He knew his obsession, but the rules of heaven couldn't be violated. He simply hoped his junior uncle could quickly adjust his mindset and ascend smoothly.

The sunlight in the square seemed to dim a little because of his words, and the atmosphere became a little heavy. "Thank you, senior brother, for telling me. I understand." Jiang Qingwu bowed and thanked Shi Chenbai for telling her about her master's recent situation. She thought to herself that she would contact He Yihuan later to see how her master was doing. There was a trace of worry in her eyes, and that worry was like a light mist, shrouding her eyes, but she also understood that the rules of heaven cannot be violated, just like the river can only flow along the river channel and cannot go upstream. Jiang Qingwu felt a little sad. She knew that her master's current situation was very difficult, but she also knew that she had to work harder to practice so as not to disappoint her master. She looked up at the sky. The blue sky seemed to be her master's expectation for her. She secretly made up her mind to become stronger.

"Ah Ci, practice hard. Don't fall behind in your cultivation." Shi Chenbai turned to look at Feng Ci, his eyes filled with both expectation and seriousness. The expectation was like a bright beacon, illuminating Feng Ci's path; the seriousness was like a majestic mountain, forcing Feng Ci to not slack off even a little. A gentle breeze blew by, bringing a cool breeze, as if cheering Feng Ci on.

"Understood, Master," Feng Ci replied docilely, his face brimming with youthful energy, a vigor like brilliant sunshine, illuminating everything around him. His eyes revealed a resolute resolve, as strong as steel. He would cultivate diligently and live up to his Master's expectations. Feng Ci vowed to himself to make his Master proud, eager to make even greater progress on his path to immortality. His eyes gleamed with excitement, as if he saw a glorious future ahead of him.

"Yunsheng, your sound skills weren't very well-trained during the last battle. You need to practice more before entering the secret realm. If you don't understand something, ask your senior brother." Lin Feixue spoke earnestly to Mo Yunsheng, then turned to Feng Jingchen and instructed him, "Jingchen, if your junior sister has any questions, please bear with me." Her eyes were filled with concern, and that concern was like a warm fire, warming everyone's hearts. "Ah Xiu, your junior uncle is now almost as good as me in sword cultivation. Your sword skills have always been easy to grasp. If you don't understand something, just ask your junior uncle for help."

Lin Feixue was deeply concerned about the growth of her disciples. She hoped they would gain something from the secret realm and help each other. The surrounding flowers and plants swayed gently in the breeze, as if listening to her advice. "I understand, Master. I will practice diligently," Mo Yunsheng said sweetly, her eyes gleaming with a passion for cultivation that burned like a fiery flame, blazing and intense. She was determined to devote more effort to her musical skills, like a diligent bee busy among the flowers, constantly accumulating pollen. Mo Yunsheng knew her own shortcomings, and she was eager to improve her strength before entering the secret realm, not wanting to hold everyone back.