After rebirth, the eldest sister voluntarily abdicated and gave way to the wise.

The sword energy did not dissipate, the sword shadow swirled, he waved his sleeves, and he appeared on the top of Qiming Mountain.

At this time, the towering fighting arena had been broken into pieces of rubble, scattered all over the ground. The three elders and four peak masters guarded the front of Qimingzhai, and did not allow this thousand-year-old building to suffer any damage.

In the center of the ruins, a person stood upright, her white clothes stained with blood, her skin covered in dust, and bloodstains cut by the black air exposed on her originally delicate skin. Her long, messy, charred hair hung down to her waist, and her face was covered in dust.

Her disciple uniform was already in tatters. From a distance, it looked as if it would break apart in an instant if it was bent even slightly.

But even such a frail person, with scars all over her body, smiled excitedly at the white-bearded monk in front of her, her eyes shining like the golden sun.

"Master, look, what I caught!"

She stretched out her hand and held a piece of ink-black stone tightly in her hand. The sharp black energy cut her palm and warm blood flowed down, but she didn't care at all.

The white-bearded monk's pupils trembled and his eyes turned red. He immediately took out a coat and put it on her, covering her up from the mess she was in.

"Let go, it will hurt you."

"But..." The bloody man's eyelashes trembled, and she lowered her hand hesitantly, as if she was going to put down the stone obediently. However, the next second, she tightened her knuckles and gripped the stone tightly.

She shook her head, a determined light flashing in her eyes: "I can't let it go. It's still moving. It still has strength left. As soon as I let go, it will escape and hurt my fellow apprentices. I can't!"

Pain suddenly welled up in the white-bearded monk's eyes. He wanted to go up to her, touch her forehead, and tell her that everything was fine, that he and his master were there.

Master will protect her.

But when he saw her eyes, which were clearly shining with thousands of lights but were so empty and colorless, he suddenly stopped all his movements.

The bloody man tilted his head, as if he was looking at him, or as if he was looking at someone in a certain time and space.

She murmured, "Master?"

The white-bearded monk tried hard to force a smile and coaxed her, "Qian'er, be good. Master is here. Master won't let it hurt anyone. Can you put it down? Qian'er is the most obedient, isn't she?"

The bloody man seemed to have heard what the white-bearded monk said and nodded slightly: "Yes, Li'er will listen to Master."

She hesitated for a moment, then slowly loosened her grip. The stone with the black aura fell from her hand, dropped to the ground, and rolled along the uneven ground into the depths.

With a slight "click", she seemed to have put an end to a very distressing matter. The huge pain all over her body finally eroded her last bit of consciousness. Her body trembled violently, but she persisted, refusing to show weakness and refusing to fall down.

She lowered her eyes and spoke in a low voice, with a pleading tone that she herself was not aware of.

"Master, it's Li'er's fault. Li'er actually allowed this evil creature to appear in the Qiankun Sect, putting my junior brothers and sisters in danger. Next time, next time, Li'er will do better. Master, please don't be disappointed in Li'er, okay? Li'er will do better..."

The white-bearded monk's voice suddenly choked.

"Okay, okay, Master believes in you. You have always done well..."

After hearing the answer she had been longing for, a relieved smile finally appeared on her face.

The next moment, she suddenly fell down, her eyes closed, and blood all over the ground.

Master Chongdao rushed over and caught the little girl. He hurriedly stuffed several life-saving pills into her mouth, picked her up and activated the formation, quickly teleporting to Danfeng, anxiously looking for someone to save his disciple.

A white figure stood at the edge of the ruins, watching the series of interactions between master and disciple indifferently. There was not a trace of expression on his handsome face, unlike that of an ordinary person.

His eyes swept over the third elder and the heads of the various peaks. The third elder immediately understood and stepped forward to tell him what had happened here.

"Master, this stone..." The third elder grabbed the black stone in front of him through the air, and used his spiritual power to turn it into a cage to trap the stone that was ready to move. His expression gradually changed from hesitation to seriousness.

Although the four peak masters were already powerful spirits and their experience was beyond the reach of ordinary people, they had never seen the cold and gloomy aura emanating from this stone. They all looked at Qingzhi, who remained silent.

Unexpectedly, their leader just glanced at the stone in the spirit ball, and a sword light flashed, destroying it in an instant.

Several people were stunned, but the third elder's face had turned pale.

"I understand. You must go down the mountain immediately to reorganize the disciples. Tomorrow, the Qimingzhai will hold classes as usual."

Several peak masters looked at each other. Although they had doubts, they had no choice but to obey the leader's order.

Hong Yun couldn't wait to run to Danfeng to check on the injuries of her goddaughter. If the master didn't keep them, she would be the first to disappear.

After all the peak masters had left, the third elder stepped forward, his expression shrouded in mystery: "Master, could it be..."

Qingzhi raised his hand to stop him from saying anything. His empty and cold gaze slightly raised up and fell on the figure who had been leaning on the railing and had not moved from beginning to end.

The third elder followed his gaze and suddenly saw Jiang Yueming. He was shocked and stunned.

Jiang Yueming's cultivation level has improved again, as he is unable to even detect his presence.

"I am talking to him alone."

The third elder immediately understood what he meant. Although he wanted to say something else, the current situation was not right, so he could only stop talking and leave, thinking of finding an opportunity to talk to him again later.

"Still coming down?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yuebai's shadow fell from the attic, fanning himself and leaning casually against a broken pillar.

"You talk as if I were your junior fellow apprentice."

Qing Zhi glanced at him coldly: "You allowed danger to enter Qiming Mountain and ignored all the disciples, just to say this to me?"

Jiang Yueming just smiled, but his eyes were cold.

"You know what I want you to do? Tell me, or you can kick me out of Qiankun Sect and I won't be this useless old monk anymore."

Qingzhi turned and left, his white robe soaked with the coldness of ice and snow.

Jiang Yueming gritted his teeth, put on a cold expression and was about to chase after him, but he saw the other party suddenly stop, and his clear and cold eyes fell on the place where Jiang Liqian had stood.

There, bright red blood was still flowing under the glaring sunlight.

Suddenly, he said to him: "Fate arises and ends in a single thought. If you don't let go of your obsession and the obstacles you have accumulated are hard to eliminate, you will be the only one who will be destroyed in the end. So take care of yourself."

After saying that, his figure disappeared from the place.

Jiang Yueming tightly grasped the fan in his hand, his face looking so ugly that it was almost distorted.

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Jiang Liqian opened her eyes in a daze.