Socially anxious me transmigrated to a world of cultivation.

"Alright! We'll just follow their instructions!"

Seeing Meng Tao standing up for him, Pingfan felt a surge of warmth in his heart and comforted her.

Upon hearing this, Meng Tao sighed softly, looked at the indifferent Pingfan, and muttered something.

"Young master, you are too easygoing! And too indifferent to worldly affairs!"

Seeing that Pingfan still had a faint smile on his face, Meng Tao didn't continue speaking. She bowed slightly and said...

"Forget it! Since the young master has no interest, there's no point in saying anything more!"

After saying that, Meng Tao turned around, pushed open the door, and walked out.

Seeing Meng Tao walk out of the room, Pingfan's smile disappeared. After closing the door, he walked to a chair, sat down, and frowned.

"If headquarters really sends someone to take over this place, it will indeed be a problem!"

Although Pingfan thought this way, he was helpless.

After all, Pingfan had never met or spoken to the senior management of the Treasure Pavilion headquarters.

A moment later, Pingfan stood up, wanting to go and discuss this matter with Ma Liang.

However, just as Pingfan reached the door, he remembered what Meng Tao had just said: Ma Liang had gone into seclusion.

This forced Pingfan to lower his outstretched hand, turn around and sit back in his chair, and said with a wry smile.

"It seems we can only inquire about headquarters' arrangements after Ma Liang emerges from seclusion!"

After saying that, Pingfan began his work for the day.

By the time Pingfan finished her work for the day, it was already dark.

Pingfan put down the materials for forging the magic weapon, pushed open the door, and went out.

Seeing that Meng Tao was not waiting outside the door as usual, Pingfan did not pay attention and instead walked towards his residence.

Back at his residence, Pingfan tidied up the spiritual herbs he had used to aid in the cultivation of his divine soul, and murmured to himself.

"These elixirs don't seem to be enough for me to break through to the Soul Infant stage."

As he spoke, Pingfan frowned slightly, looked at the residences of the Chen and Wen families, and said softly.

"How about we go to the Chen and Wen families and see if they still have any spiritual herbs to aid in the cultivation of the soul?"

After saying this, Pingfan put all the spiritual herbs in front of him into his storage ring and looked at the sky outside, which had become completely dark.

After hesitating for a moment, Pingfan pushed open the door and went out.

As I was leaving the Treasure Pavilion, I ran into Meng Tao. I explained the situation to her and then left the Treasure Pavilion.

After arriving on the street, Pingfan did not immediately go to the Chen and Wen families, but wandered around the neighborhood for a while before slipping into the alleyway.

After observing that no one was paying attention to him, Pingfan put on the mask, used the laws of space, and disappeared from the spot.

When Pingfan reappeared, he was already outside the room where Wenhujiu was. Just as he was about to push the door open, he heard a conversation coming from inside.

"Brother Wen, have you heard about the major event that happened at the Snow Sword Sect in the Northern Region?"

Upon hearing the person inside mention the Snow Sword Sect, Pingfan's raised hand suddenly stopped, and he frowned as he listened intently.

"Brother Chen, are you referring to the passing of an elder of the Snow Sword Sect in the Northern Region?"

The next moment, Pingfan heard the words "warming the wine pot" coming from inside the room.

Upon hearing what he said, Pingfan felt a sudden pang of pain in his heart, pushed open the door, and pressed for an answer.

"Who is this Snow Sword Sect patriarch you're talking about?"

The sudden appearance of Pingfan immediately put Chen Ming and Wen Hujiu on alert.

However, once he saw who it was, his vigilance subsided.

Then the two of them quickly stood up from their chairs and bowed respectfully to Pingfan.

"Senior, you've arrived!"

However, Pingfan did not respond to the two, but continued to press for answers.

"Who was the Snow Sword Sect's fallen patriarch you just mentioned?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Ming and Wen Hujiu exchanged a glance, both seeing the suspicion on each other's faces.

However, seeing Pingfan staring intently at them, Wen Hujiu hesitated for a moment before answering.

"I've only heard about it, I don't know the specifics, but I think her name is Xu Yiyan."

After saying that, Wen Hujiu trembled, feeling a murderous aura permeate the entire room, making it hard for him to breathe.

Sensing that the murderous aura was emanating from the masked man in front of him, Wen Hujiu looked up in surprise at Pingfan and asked cautiously.

"Senior, what's wrong? Do you know the person I mentioned?"

Upon hearing Wen Hujiu's question, Pingfan suddenly realized what was happening and quickly suppressed his murderous intent, thinking to himself.

"Damn it! We can't let these two figure out what's going on!"

Thinking about it, Pingfan's tense body slowly relaxed, and he walked to a chair and sat down.

Seeing the two looking at him with puzzled expressions, Pingfan coughed lightly and waved his hand.

"Sorry! I got a little excited just now and thought you were talking about someone I know!"

After saying that, seeing that the doubts on their faces had not dissipated, Pingfan explained softly.

"I have known a Nascent Soul stage cultivator from the Snow Sword Sect of the Northern Region for a long time; his surname is also Xu."

"So when I heard you say that name from earlier, I didn't immediately recognize it."

"I thought you were talking about the person I know!"

At this point, Pingfan paused, then said apologetically.

"After realizing it, I realized you weren't talking about that person!"

After hearing what Pingfan said, Wen Hujiu and Chen Ming exchanged a glance, then Wen Hujiu smiled knowingly and waved his hand.

"Senior, there's no need for that! It's only human nature!"

Seeing that the suspicion on their faces had completely disappeared, Pingfan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and casually asked.

Has something major happened in the Northern Region?

Hearing that Pingfan's tone was very casual, the two of them did not suspect anything, but simply thought that he was asking casually.

However, since the two were already discussing this matter, after exchanging a glance, Wen Hujiu looked at Pingfan and spoke up.

"A major event has indeed occurred in the Northern Region! I heard that an elder of the Snow Sword Sect has perished!"

"And it didn't just fall now, it fell fifty years ago!"

"We only recently got wind of it, and then it spread!"

Upon hearing this, Pingfan unconsciously tightened his grip on the teacup.

"Bang~"

The teacup in Pingfan's hand suddenly shattered for some unknown reason, its fragments scattering all over the ground.

Looking at Pingfan's tightly clenched hands, Wen Hujiu and the other man were slightly taken aback, and then a hint of doubt rose in their eyes as they observed Pingfan in front of them.

The two men had known Pingfan for fifty years, and this was the first time they had ever seen him so out of control.

This inevitably led the two to a bold guess: could the person in front of them be from the Snow Sword Sect?

I was forced to leave the Snow Sword Sect and come here because I violated the sect rules.

Just as Wen Hujiu and the other person were guessing about Pingfan's identity, Pingfan loosened his grip on their hands and frowned.

"Anyone who can become the patriarch of the Snow Sword Sect must at least be a Mahayana cultivator!"

"How could the death of such a person be concealed for fifty years, without being known to outsiders?"

Hearing that Pingfan was thinking about this, Wenhu and Jiu, though suspicious of his behavior just now, still answered softly.

"It is said that fifty years ago, a great war broke out between the four holy lands of the Northern Region, and both sides suffered heavy losses."

"Therefore, the Snow Sword Sect directly closed its mountain gates, which prevented the news from getting out!"