I have a high-risk profession in the cultivation world.

On the third day of Luo Suichen's stay at the Xuanbing Pool, Yan Jian'an quietly descended the main peak, no longer concealing his strength. He recovered to the late Nascent Soul stage and strolled leisurely through the secret realm as if it were his own backyard.

He has met the people he wanted to meet on this trip.

It's interesting, but nothing special.

It's not worth him wandering around this lousy place for half a year!

Six months ago, the old master sent him countless telepathic messages urging him to return to Hongmeng Pavilion. His tone was so urgent that he almost thought the old master was about to pass away and wanted to summon him back so that he could inherit Hongmeng Pavilion.

He exhausted his spiritual energy to rush there, only to find the old man leisurely brewing and drinking the finest Baihao Yinzhen tea, smiling as he watched him in his disheveled state.

He looked the person up and down, and after confirming that the person in front of him was indeed alright, Yan Jian'an breathed a sigh of relief. He sat down in the chair without any decorum, picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp without any politeness. "Why did you call me back in such a hurry? Are you going to abdicate and hand over the throne to someone more capable?"

"You, you, if you don't know how to drink tea, then don't drink it. What a waste!" The old man opposite him spoke with a doting voice, dressed in a simple gray robe, without the slightest airs. However, if an outsider saw him like this, he would probably go back to bed and think he had woken up too quickly.

The gray-robed old man, Yan Duan, had disappeared for nearly a hundred years, and almost no one knew his cultivation level. However, several hundred years ago, when Hongmengxuan was doing business, he revealed information about a powerful figure to his rival, which aroused the dissatisfaction of that powerful figure. The rival called his friends to seek revenge, but Yan Duan fought against two Nascent Soul cultivators and a Tribulation Transcending expert by himself and was not at a disadvantage. From then on, Hongmengxuan's position was unshakable.

Only Yan Jian'an could make this old man treat him this way.

"The tea was brewed just so I could drink it. Look, it's neither too hot nor too cold when I drink it. The old man is still so good to me~" Yan Jian'an was about to continue when he heard Yan Kai say, "I know you too well. Who knows how many times you've called me an old man behind my back."

"What do you mean, Grandpa... Tell me, what's the matter that's made you so anxious to call me back?" Yan Jian'an's playful expression vanished, replaced by a serious one. If it weren't something serious, the old man wouldn't be in such a hurry.

"It's not me, it's you."

Seeing the doubt on Yan Jian'an's face, Yan Duan continued, "The mirror in my hand that can reveal the secrets of heaven once every ten years was usable last month. I used it to look at you."

"What! Didn't you promise me not to use it lightly? Treasures that can glimpse the secrets of heaven will always bring backlash. I've told you that a thousand and eight hundred times." Yan Jian'an's face darkened. He's really getting more and more reckless with age. He dares to use the Chaos Mirror so casually.

"No wonder you didn't hit me when I was being so disrespectful. Could it be that the backlash hasn't stopped yet?" Yan Jian'an moved closer to Yan Duan and grabbed his hand. "No, let me see."

"What do you take me for, some random cat or dog? Just look at your fate as a young upstart, the slightest backlash is negligible."

Yan Jian'an remained silent.

The Chaos Mirror is no magic treasure to be underestimated. He has already reached the Nascent Soul stage... well, the old man should be at least in the late stage of the Tribulation Transcending realm.

That actually makes a lot of sense.

"Do you still remember what the Chaos Mirror said when I used it to examine you eighty years ago?"

"Of course I remember. You were making such a fuss back then, you're no ordinary person, but when it comes to composure, you're not even as good as me, a greenhorn." Yan Jian'an, quick to avenge his grudge, said gleefully, "Back then, the mirror showed a pale red, an ominous sign, and sixteen characters appeared—"

The submerged part was not broken.

The soul never returned;

Mu Yun harbored resentment.

This night is uneasy.

As it turns out, I've been doing just fine all these years.

"Yes, but do you know how the Chaos Mirror reacted when I performed divination for you last month?"

"How should we react?"

"A sea of ​​blood."

"Gone?"

"Furthermore, two phrases appeared in the mirror: 'Bing Xiao Xuan Yao'; 'Westward birth, eastward death.'"

Yan Jian'an said seriously, "Judging from what the old man is saying, I'm in mortal danger?"

Yan Duan nodded. "Otherwise, I wouldn't have been in such a hurry to call you back."

Yan Jian'an understood immediately, and then noticed something was wrong. He said with great concern, "That's not right. You knew about it last month, but I only received your message in the middle of this month. You were still hurt by the backlash from that broken mirror, weren't you? I told you long ago that it was no good. It should have been given to Aunt Liu in the next town who loves beauty, so she can look in the mirror and put on makeup."

"That's not the point. The point is your dead end."

Yan Jian'an accepted it well. "This mirror only gave such a few ambiguous sentences. Where am I supposed to avoid them? Besides, since the heavenly secrets say it's a dead end, how can you and I, mere mortals, fight against the heavens?"

"You are a mortal, but my primordial spirit has long since communicated with heaven and earth, that's for sure."

Yan Jian'an: ...