The cannon fodder heiress trembled with fear after being recognized as a member of her family.

After visiting Xiajing'ao, Han Cuiyin gained a general understanding of her adoptive father's strength.

Her cheap father was now close to the Golden Core stage and had some knowledge of formations, so she felt quite at ease leaving.

"It seems that your Fuguang Mountain sect does not have a deep understanding of formations, unlike my father's sect."

Han Cuiyin said.

Some things can only be known after verifying them personally. Luo Jingqian only knows the basics of formations and is unaware of anything more complex.

"Indeed, my maternal uncle's lineage was not completely severed, but Fuguang Mountain eventually declined."

Luo Jingqian showed no displeasure, but instead said calmly, "Perhaps we can rise to prominence in our generation."

The four of them possessed Luo Jingqian's Longevity Chart, and it took them a very short time to reach that forest.

Muyu just cleaned up Xiajing'ao, and the foul air there has been removed.

This area was also cleaned up on the fifteenth.

In just two days, the sacrificial altar has become foul again.

"There's still a problem here."

The black mist swirled around, almost turning the color of ink.

"Go!" Han Cuiyin pulled off the small yellow ball from her waist and threw it onto the sacrificial altar.

Upon reaching the top, the small yellow ball transformed into the shape of a wooden fish, and the surrounding foul air swirled into the wooden fish.

"This time it's even more powerful than the one on the fifteenth. Can your magical artifact withstand it?" Luo Jingqian was shocked to see the wooden fish exhaling and emitting black energy.

The people who died on this sacrificial altar that day generated countless resentments, which, if not resolved by the spiritual artifact, would become demonic artifacts.

Han Cuiyin glanced at the stage and then looked away. "It's nothing, just a small matter."

Back in the world of immortals, she ventured into the demon realm alone several times, sealing off her five senses, and with only a wooden fish, she earned the name of Emerald Rakshasa.

Everyone there knew that another female Buddhist cultivator had emerged from the Lotus Pond of Buddha. What they didn't know was that at the beginning, she was a weak woman who would faint at the sight of blood.

Her master specially gifted her a wooden fish made of divine wood, which became her natal spiritual artifact.

If she hadn't gone mad and perished together with Lianyao, Muyu wouldn't have been so badly injured.

Compared to it, she would always feel inferior in the future.

Qingshan and Qinghe kept exclaiming in surprise, as it was the first time they had ever seen the wooden fish unleash its power.

"Miss Han, this wooden fish has swallowed so much black energy, what should we do with it?"

Qinghe stared at the sacrificial altar and asked the question without realizing it.

"It has a spirit. The spirit of the wooden fish is called Yue Shuang, a girl who loves beauty."

Han Cuiyin choked up a little, and tears welled up in her eyes.

After so long, the cracks on the wooden fish have only been repaired by less than a quarter. To fully recover, we can only wait and see if the Five Elements Heaven-Mending Array can work here.

She had taken it for granted, assuming that a year would be enough.

Within the formation, the cracks on the wooden fish were being repaired very slowly. The zither, however, was progressing well; it should be returned to its rightful owner in about a month.

Suddenly, a bright golden light flashed from the wooden fish, and nearly a thousand faces materialized within the formation before disappearing.

"So... merit can be useful too," Han Cuiyin murmured.

“It seems that only the merit it has earned itself can be used.” Luo Jingqian observed carefully and whispered a reminder, “Those thousand people were trapped in the formation for a long time and only managed to break free of the sacrificial altar with the help of the wooden fish. These people are all virtuous and have accumulated merit. In another month or so, they will dissipate.”

Luo Jingqian covered his head; his memory began to become disordered.

A single image kept flashing through his mind; those images eventually entered his body and cured his illness.

In a flash, he realized why Han Cuiyin was his destined one.

Those are the merits.

Merit is not useless. When he was taking Han Cuiyin back to the Han family, he fell ill, and it was she who helped alleviate his symptoms, using the power of merit.

However, the merit power that Han Cuiyin provided at that time was weak, and it only provided temporary relief for him.

A cold pond can only treat the symptoms, while the power of good deeds can cure the root cause.

Having figured all this out, Luo Jingqian now knew how to deal with his elders.

Ignoring Luo Jingqian's burning gaze, Han Cuiyin sat cross-legged and began chanting the Rebirth Mantra.

Lacking spiritual power, she drew upon the Sun Flame to open the gates to the underworld.

The white light guided the way, and the souls possessing merit gave feedback to those present, affecting the entire forest.

Later, the white light cleaved the formation, causing it to gradually dissolve and the foul air to vanish completely.

"The Sound Fairy is always surrounded by troubles in every realm. This time, these people are fortunate to have you all. They were able to be reborn into a good family, which can be considered a reward for their good deeds."

"You actually recognize me? How is it there?" Upon hearing this, Han Cuiyin lost her usual composure and became somewhat agitated.

"After a while, the merits accumulated there will be settled for you and Yue Shuang. Don't worry about what happens there, because you can't go back anyway. Once you've achieved your goal here, you'll be able to glimpse the secrets of heaven and know how to proceed."

That's all the information about Horse-Face.

Before leaving, she glanced at the wooden fish and said, "Moon Frost will be in Fairy Yin's care."

The gate of guidance disappeared, and the wooden fish transformed into a small yellow ball, falling into Han Cuiyin's waist.

In just a short while, two more cracks on the wooden fish were repaired.

“Miss Han, you’ve finally come to your senses. No matter how I called you, you wouldn’t respond. I was about to prick your pressure points to bring you back to your senses.”

Unable to hold back any longer, Qingyun quickly recounted Luo Jingqian's behavior.

Thank you! I'm fine.

Han Cuiyin realized that they hadn't seen the horse-faced demon, let alone heard what they were saying.

"What happened? All the formations here are gone?" Luo Jingqian shifted his attention from Han Cuiyin and noticed the difference.

"It must be a coincidence! Wouldn't it be better if it were gone? Let's go back first. I need to go to the Cold Pool. Yue Shuang needs to digest this properly."

The group of four left.

After they left, blood seeped out from where the altar had been, staining the ground red.

At the same time, Han Cuiyin was unaware that she had made another enemy behind her back, gaining a formidable foe.

"Fan'er, how are you?"

At the Mo family ancestral hall, Mo Changdao looked worried.

Mo Fan spat out black blood, "It's backfired! The great formation over Qing Shuang Mountain was destroyed by that black-faced woman."

"Han Cuiyin?" Mo Changdao asked with certainty, then asked, "Will this have any impact on you in the future?"

"It won't have any impact. That place is an excellent place for gathering Yin energy. Once that place is gone, if I want to advance further, I'll probably have to go to the border. Ancestor, I'll set off tomorrow. Don't worry, there will always be Yin energy to nourish me."

Mo Fan lowered his eyes and spoke, his veins clearly visible through his pale skin.

"Do we really have to go there? The ancestral hall is quite convenient here, and the formation is even more ingenious," Mo Changdao advised.

Mo Fan shook his head and slowly walked away.

After everyone left, Mo Changdao knelt before the ancestral tablet in the ancestral hall and said, "Ancestor, Han Cuiyin has a special constitution. I will definitely be able to capture her for you."

A phantom figure appeared, identical to Mo Fan in appearance. "Mo Fan seems to have sensed something. Don't let a word slip. Now isn't the best time for possession; let him roam free for a while. It would be best if we could capture Han Cuiyin; perhaps it will be my opportunity..."

Outside the ancestral hall, the thin black mist gradually dissipated, drifting in an orderly fashion in one direction.