In the war between humans and demons, it's not unreasonable for me to absorb demonic energy, is

"Truly worthy of being a master of the Heavenly Spirit Realm!"

After refining the spiritual power transformed from the Yama Ancient Sword, and feeling the spiritual space within his body shrink to 400 meters again, Fan Tong stood up and couldn't help but sigh.

"This is the cultivation level of the sixth level of the Profound Spirit Realm! With the help of the Yama Ancient Sword, I will be able to find out where my parents are sooner or later!"

Seeing the rising sun, Fan Tong no longer hesitated and hurriedly rushed towards Feng Qing Sect.

Upon returning to the sect, the joy of the previous celebration was gone, replaced by a suffocating atmosphere.

Outside the mountain gate, the sect's flags flew at a low bow as a sign of mourning.

On either side of the massive mountain gate, two rows of disciples dressed in plain clothes stood solemnly, their faces grave, holding white banners. The mountain breeze gently blew, and the white banners fluttered in the wind, like a mournful lament.

The mountain path of the sect was covered with pure white petals, stretching from the mountain gate all the way to the depths of the sect, symbolizing endless sorrow for the Grand Elder.

Every step taken feels like a review and remembrance of the Grand Elder's life. Along both sides of the mountain path, stone tablets stand in rows, inscribed with the sect's history and the Grand Elder's teachings, each word and phrase revealing respect for this former Grand Elder.

In front of the sect's main hall, a huge mourning hall had been set up, with the portrait of the Grand Elder placed on it, and incense, candles and offerings placed all around.

Around the mourning hall, countless eternal lamps were lit, their light twinkling in the night like countless stars, seemingly illuminating the path to ascension. White ribbons hung everywhere, swaying gently in the wind like tears of mourning.

In the center of the mourning hall, there was a portrait of the Grand Elder, covered with the sect's emblem, symbolizing the Grand Elder's lifelong contributions and glory to the sect.

The sect disciples, dressed in plain clothes, stood solemnly on both sides of the mourning hall, their faces filled with sorrow and respect.

The Grand Elder's direct disciples wore specially made mourning clothes and white flowers symbolizing mourning on their chests. Their eyes were filled with tears, but they maintained a solemn posture to show their final respect for their master.

Outside the mourning hall, elders from the sect came in an endless stream to pay their respects. Some bowed their heads in silent mourning, while others talked in hushed tones, expressing their reverence and grief for the Grand Elder.

The sect's young disciples waited outside the gate. Although they were unable to enter the mourning hall, each of them wore a deep expression of grief.

At this moment, Sect Master Feng Qingyang was dressed in plain clothes, his face filled with grief and solemnity.

He stood before the crowd, his voice deep and powerful, “The Grand Elder devoted his life to the sect, and his contributions are indelible. He stepped forward many times in times of crisis to solve problems for the sect.”

"He meticulously taught the younger disciples, cultivating many outstanding talents for the sect; in order to protect the sect's resources, he did not hesitate to risk his life alone."

"However, such a highly respected elder died tragically at the hands of the demons. This is a great loss to our sect, and an unbearable disgrace!"

Feng Qingyang's tone was filled with anger, and he clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"Our Fengqing Sect will remember this hatred and avenge our Grand Elder, making the demons pay for their blood debt!" His voice echoed through the valley, and everyone shouted in unison, their determination to avenge burning in their hearts.

Subsequently, the funeral, which should have been a grand affair, was conducted in a simplified manner, and Sect Leader Feng Qingyang, out of consideration for past relationships, did not publicize the actual circumstances of the event.

The next morning, an order from the sect shattered the oppressive atmosphere brought about by the death of the Grand Elder!

All the cultivation techniques and martial arts skills of the Fengqing Sect can be quickly exchanged using sect contribution points, helping everyone improve their strength to cope with the constant invasion of the demon race.

Amidst the heated discussions among the disciples, the news of Fan Tong being named a core disciple of the Profound Spirit Realm seemed less shocking.

……

"You've arrived? Mengyao." Fan Tong was still living in his warehouse courtyard, looking at the beauty before him with a joyful expression.

"You've been named a core disciple, how could I not come to such a joyous occasion?" Mengyao smiled playfully and stepped into the courtyard.

"I wonder where that old woman went. She's such a strange person!" He glanced at the spot where Fan Tong had been sitting and thought of the strange old woman from before.

"She's no ordinary person. As long as we cultivate diligently, we'll meet her sooner or later!" Fan Tong chuckled, then took Meng Yao's hand.

"I remember someone saying that once my cultivation level catches up with yours, we can rightfully go public with our relationship!"

Fan Tong's eyes were filled with an aggressive look, the intensity of which was simply unbearable.

"Of course I keep my word. You're the one I've chosen, and that won't change. I only said that back then because I didn't want to cause you too much trouble!"

"You know perfectly well that Gentleman Sword Mo Buzheng has been harassing me, and there are other people watching me overtly and covertly, all afraid of bringing you disaster!"

Mengyao has a personality that dares to love and hate, completely unlike her seemingly innocent and ethereal appearance.

"Actually, I didn't care about them at all, but I still want to surpass you in cultivation so I can keep you company!"

"After all, if we get into a fight and I can't beat you, wouldn't I lose face?"

Fan Tong chuckled and pulled Meng Yao into his arms. He was immediately captivated by Meng Yao's charming eye-rolling and couldn't help but lean down and press her down.

"Hmph! You brat, the sect leader is looking for you, get your ass over here right now!"

Just as Fan Tong was about to succeed, the voice of Shen Youtu, the master of the Sutra Repository, suddenly rang in his ears, causing Fan Tong's mind to shut down.

He dazedly let go of Mengyao's hand, and then, urged by Mengyao, he finally came to his senses and headed towards where the sect leader was.

"You little brat, you really are a case of 'a girl grows up and leaves home'!" As Fan Tong left, Shen Youtu's figure suddenly appeared.

"Master, you're really something else, still peeking at us!" Mengyao rolled her eyes at Shen Youtu, then turned and left, leaving Shen Youtu alone, bewildered in the wind.

"Huh? This place?" Shen Youtu casually looked around the small courtyard and was surprised to find that it seemed to hold some kind of mystery.

"Sect Master, what are your instructions for summoning me here?" Fan Tong, now fully awake, asked Feng Qingyang respectfully.

"Fan Tong, we've pretty much figured out what happened to your parents. Knowing the Grand Elder as I do, he wouldn't lie before he died. It seems there were indeed other changes involved. We'll investigate further later."

"Now that the matters within the sect have been mostly resolved, I have something to entrust to you. I have received news that demons have appeared in Wanli Town. You must lead some disciples to completely annihilate them!"

"But there's no rush. You can set off tomorrow. Today, let your Uncle-Master Shenyou take you back to Chilei Ancient City for a look!"

Feng Qingyang waved his hand with a smile, and Fan Tong disappeared silently from the spot, reappearing beside Shen Youtu.

"Hmph! Look at your pathetic self. Since it's still early, hurry up and leave. I'll pick out a levitation technique for you when we get back, so you won't be so pathetic every time!"

Shen Youtu angrily cursed Fan Tong, then led him towards the direction of Chi Lei Ancient City. There, the residents who had been secretly protected by Feng Qingyang and his group were now living normal lives.