System: After the fortune telling, my cultivation level skyrocketed.

Above the sky, blood-red clouds surged like boiling hellfire. Chen Xuan stood in the center, hands behind his back, his killing intent solidifying into countless black chains. No matter how desperately the three Nalan siblings pleaded and begged for mercy, his icy gaze remained fixed on Nalan Fengming, like two poisoned daggers, intent on ripping out their very souls.

More than 100,000 cultivators have gathered here, with powerful figures from all over the Xuanxiao Great World converging here.

A sudden commotion erupted in the crowd. "Look! Those bound in chains are the three prodigies of the super tribe, the Nalan clan!" The news spread like wildfire, and exclamations and discussions rose and fell.

"Who would have thought that the once invincible Three Heroes of Nalan would one day be so pathetic!"

"Hmph! The Nalan clan, relying on the presence of a celestial being in their clan, has been running rampant and oppressive within their fiefdom. Those纨绔子弟 (sons of wealthy and powerful families) have committed countless evil deeds, including arson, murder, and looting. Today, it can be said that justice has been served and retribution has been exacted!"

"Serves them right! Someone should have taken care of them a long time ago!"

These harsh words were like steel needles piercing the ears of the three Nalan siblings. Their faces instantly turned ashen, and their bodies trembled violently as they were dragged along by the chains.

The closer they got to Chen Xuan, the more intense and suffocating the killing intent became, like a mountain weighing down on them, making it hard for them to breathe. In the end, they couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Chen Xuan moved his fingers slightly, and ripples immediately appeared in the void. An invisible force surged out and directly took the jade bone fan from Nalan Fengming's hand.

He slowly unfolded his folding fan, revealing lifelike patterns of dragons and tigers vanquishing evil and a hundred ghosts roaming at night. Every line and every color was drawn and imbued with spiritual power by his own hand.

Upon seeing this familiar scene, Chen Xuan's pupils contracted sharply, and memories flooded back like a tidal wave.

"Senior! Senior, spare our lives! If you want this magic weapon, Fengming will offer it with both hands! I only beg you to show mercy and spare my brother and me!" Nalan Fengming saw Chen Xuan's expression constantly changing, and a glimmer of hope for survival flashed in his eyes. He hurriedly transmitted his voice to beg for mercy, his voice full of fear and despair.

However, Chen Xuan didn't even give her a second glance, coldly placing his palm on Nalan Fengming's forehead, his voice as icy as ancient ice: "I'm going to use the Soul Searching Technique! I'll examine your memories. If you dare to resist, you know what will happen!"

"Soul search?!" Nalan Fengming's face instantly turned paler than a dead man's, and his two elder brothers, who were bound by chains, also changed their expressions drastically, their eyes filled with terror.

The Soul Searching Technique is a terrifying method that cultivators fear to speak of. If the person whose soul is searched is lucky, they will only lose some of their memories; if they are unlucky, they will become an idiot and a cripple on the spot, living a life worse than death.

Regardless of their inner fear, Chen Xuan's words were barely out of his mouth when dazzling runes began to swirl wildly at his fingertips, transforming into a blinding beam of light that pressed down fiercely on Nalan Fengming's forehead.

In an instant, Nalan Fengming felt a sharp pain erupt from the depths of her consciousness, as if countless small knives were constantly cutting into her soul.

She instinctively wanted to resist, but Chen Xuan's consciousness, like a surging tide or a sharp blade, forcefully broke through her defenses and surged into the depths of her memory.

Images flashed rapidly through Chen Xuan's consciousness. From the moment Nalan Fengming was born, to his smooth growth under the abundant resources of the tribe; from standing out in various selections, to meeting Nalan Junze and Nalan Yuze, the three of them together made great contributions to the tribe, and even received personal guidance from the Nalan Clan Celestial Immortal, becoming the most dazzling new star in the tribe.

The memories were like a fast-forwarded movie; in just a few breaths, the three of them broke through to the Myriad Manifestations Realm and became prominent figures among the younger generation of Xuanxiao.

After a battle outside, their strength improved once again. When the three returned to their tribe with great joy, a shocking incident completely shattered their peace—the Dragon Transformation Elixir, which the Nalan clan had spent countless years preparing and nurturing, was stolen and consumed by a demon in their ancestral land!

That Dragon Transformation Elixir is the secret treasure of the Xuanxiao royal family!

Back then, dozens of celestial beings joined forces and went through countless near-death experiences to finally kill a demon god undergoing tribulation, and refined this peerless treasure from his essence and blood.

As a former celestial being who had fought against the immortals, the Nalan clan's ancestral ancestor secretly brought back the true blood of the tribulation-crossing gods and demons to the clan's ancestral land. After a long period of sedimentation, it was originally intended for the clan's most talented geniuses, to help them lay an unparalleled foundation and soar to great heights.

But now, it was unexpectedly swallowed by a carp demon that appeared out of nowhere. After swallowing the precious liquid, the carp demon leaped over the Dragon Gate and transformed into a three-clawed white dragon of true blood!

When the Nalan clan's top brass learned of the news, they were furious and enraged.

Without saying a word, they immediately subjected the captured and suppressed White Dragon to cruel methods such as skinning, tendon-pulling, and soul-searching.

Soon, they learned that the carp demon had simply opened a cultivation cave in the mountains by chance, accidentally triggered a magic array, and was thus teleported to the ancestral land—it was purely accidental.

Despite this, there was a reason for it, and the Nalan clan was not about to let it go; their anger was far from appeased. They not only trapped the white dragon tightly on the Dragon-Scraping Pillar, refining it day and night with raging true fire in an attempt to force out the Dragon Transformation Elixir, but also followed the clues to find the carp demon's beloved clan.

In an instant, a bloody storm enveloped the entire clan. Countless clansmen in strange attire were forcibly subjected to soul-searching by the powerful members of the Nalan clan. Those who could not withstand the pain of soul-searching were instantly annihilated; those who were lucky enough to survive were all rendered mentally impaired, living a life worse than death.

The remaining members of the tribe were ruthlessly driven to the extremely harsh underground spirit stone mines, where they mined day and night, suffering inhuman torture and humiliation, living a life worse than that of pigs and dogs.

The Yin-Yang Free and Easy Fan was obtained by Nalan Fengming when Jiang Linglong was being tortured in every way.

The thought that the Dragon Transformation Elixir was originally prepared for them but was snatched away by the "demon" filled the three Nalan siblings with jealousy and anger that almost consumed them, and they tormented the white dragon even more severely.

In the memory, Nalan Fengming's face was contorted with rage as he viciously gripped the white dragon's neck.

At this moment, the white dragon was already on its last legs, with large pieces of its scales peeling off, its skin torn, its tendons exposed, and blood flowing continuously.

Even so, its timid yet clear eyes were still filled with pleading: "Linglong was wrong, please... don't make things difficult for my people, otherwise Master... Master will be unhappy..."

Seeing this, Chen Xuan felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if a thousand steel knives were twisting inside him, or as if he had been punched hard, making it hard to breathe.

In reality, Chen Xuan clenched his fists so tightly that blood dripped from between his fingers, staining the void beneath his feet red.

He abruptly stopped the soul-searching, his bloodshot eyes seeming to spit fire as he stared intently at Nalan Fengming, who had just slowly awakened from his coma.

As soon as Nalan Fengming opened her eyes, she met Chen Xuan's gaze, which seemed to want to tear her to pieces. A chill ran from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, and the blood in her body seemed to freeze.

She vaguely sensed that some of her memories had been accessed, and considering Chen Xuan's almost violent expression, a terrifying thought suddenly flashed through her mind. Her voice was hoarse and trembling, filled with fear: "You, you are, you are her..."