Possessed by my father, I was reborn and became the supreme ruler.

This isn't even human anymore, it's practically a vengeful demon crawled out of hell!

"This...this is..." Murong Feng's face turned ashen. He wanted to rush up to help, but his feet seemed to be rooted to the spot, and he couldn't move an inch.

At this critical moment, an old but powerful voice boomed: "Sword, catch!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw the Xuanhuo Sect elder's sleeves fluttering as a streak of light shot out from his hand, heading straight for Ye Yunjian.

The streak of light drew a dazzling trail in the air, like a shooting star piercing the night sky, carrying endless hope.

"This is... the sect's most treasured artifact, the Mysterious Fire Mirror?!" someone exclaimed.

The Xuanhuo Sect elders actually lent out their sect's most treasured artifact?

This is unprecedented!

You must know that the Xuanhuo Mirror is the lifeblood of the Xuanhuo Sect, and it is not easily shown to others!

Ye Yunjian grabbed the Xuanhuo Mirror and felt a warm current instantly spread throughout his body, smoothing out his previously stagnant meridians.

Before he could even feel happy, the blood-red demonic shadow rushed towards him, carrying a nauseating stench of blood, as if it wanted to devour him alive!

Although the Xuanhuo Mirror is powerful, Ye Yunjian's cultivation level is limited, and he cannot fully unleash its power.

With each impact from the crimson demonic shadow, he felt as if his internal organs were about to be shattered, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

"No... I can't lose..." Ye Yunjian gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment.

He remembered his master's betrayal, the tragic deaths of his fellow disciples, and the deep-seated hatred he carried on his shoulders...

"Ah—!" Ye Yunjian roared to the sky, his voice filled with despair and anger.

His true essence surged wildly, like a flood bursting its banks, pouring into the Xuanhuo Mirror.

Just then, the Xuanhuo Mirror suddenly burst forth with a dazzling light, as hot as the sun, instantly dispelling the surrounding darkness.

Under the light, the crimson demonic shadow let out a series of shrill screams, as if it had encountered its nemesis, and rapidly dissolved.

"It's broken!" Ye Yunjian was overjoyed. He had finally found the flaw in this forbidden technique!

Ling Ji burst into tears of joy. She rushed towards Ye Yunjian and hugged him tightly.

"Yunjian...you're alright...that's wonderful..." Lingji's voice trembled, filled with relief at surviving a disaster and deep affection.

Ye Yunjian gently patted her back and said softly, "I'm fine, don't be afraid."

At this moment, he forgot all about deep-seated hatred and grudges between his sect and his master.

He just wanted to hold the beauty in his arms tightly and savor this hard-won tenderness.

"Now, it's my turn!" A cold glint flashed in Ye Yunjian's eyes. Holding the Xuanhuo Mirror, he charged towards the Shadow Assassin like a war god descending to earth.

The Shadow Assassin had long lost his previous arrogance. He looked at Ye Yunjian in terror, his eyes filled with despair.

"No...you can't kill me...I am..."

Before the Shadow Assassin could finish speaking, his body suddenly swelled up violently, like a balloon being blown up...

"Not good! He's going to blow himself up!"

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"No! He's going to self-destruct!" Murong Feng's roar was almost torn apart by the sweeping aura of destruction.

Ye Yunjian's pupils shrank sharply. The Shadow Assassin's swollen body resembled a blood-red malignant tumor, radiating a chilling aura.

The light was more dazzling than the midday sun, burning his skin.

A dangerous aura, like a howling wind, carried the chill of death and threatened to engulf him.

In the distance, Ling Ji and Murong Feng were shouting something at the top of their lungs, but it was as if they were separated by a thick layer of cotton wool, making it indistinct.

The Shadow Assassin's body exploded, transforming into a terrifying ball of energy. The violent energy raged out like a flood bursting its banks.

Ye Yunjian gritted his teeth, and the Xuanhuo Mirror shone brightly, forming a flame barrier in front of him.

However, the power of the self-destruction far exceeded his expectations. The flame barrier only lasted for a moment before shattering. Ye Yunjian was forced to retreat repeatedly, his blood and qi churning, and a mouthful of bloody sweetness rose to his throat.

Upon seeing this, the Xuanhuo Sect elder's expression turned solemn. He quickly formed hand seals, and golden runes shot out, reinforcing the crumbling defensive formation.

Even so, he was still shocked by the terrifying energy, his face turned pale, and large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

At this critical moment, a figure in emerald green flashed through the chaotic battlefield like lightning, heading straight for Ye Yunjian.

She's a Spirit Clan girl!

Without the slightest hesitation, she held a jade pendant that emitted a faint green light in her hand, her eyes filled with a terrifying determination.

Everyone was shocked. Was this girl out of her mind?

However, before anyone could react, the violent energy slammed into the spirit girl.

Her petite body swayed like a willow catkin in the wind, and a mouthful of blood gushed out, staining her chest red.

Even so, she did not stop, and the jade pendant in her hand shone even brighter.

The jade pendant's light suddenly intensified, transforming into a massive emerald green light shield that enveloped Ye Yunjian and the spirit girl.

The violent energy struck the light shield, creating ripples, but it could not break through.

Ye Yunjian felt a gentle force enveloping him, and the whistling wind in his ears gradually subsided.

He stared blankly at the pale-faced spirit girl in front of him, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He gently supported the swaying body of the spirit girl, his concern evident in his words.

"How are you?" His voice was a little hoarse, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

The spirit girl smiled weakly, shook her head, and indicated that she was alright.

This scene, seen by Ling Ji not far away, was like a thorn, deeply piercing her heart.

A bitter feeling welled up in her heart, and she clenched her fists so tightly that her nails almost dug into her flesh.

Having survived the ordeal, Ye Yunjian's eyes became incredibly sharp. He looked in the direction where the shadow assassin had disappeared, his heart filled with anger and confusion.

Who sent this shadow assassin?

What is their purpose?

A host of questions swirled in his mind, making him eager to find the answers.

The entire Xuanhuo Sect was filled with righteous indignation and expressed their determination to thoroughly investigate the matter and bring the mastermind behind it to justice.

However, as the investigation deepened, Ye Yunjian discovered some clues that pointed to... the interior of the Xuanhuo Sect!

Holding the clue pointing to the interior of the Xuanhuo Sect, Ye Yunjian frowned and muttered to himself, "How could this be..."

Ye Yunjian gripped the clue tightly in his hand; the words on the paper seemed to turn into barbs, pricking his heart with pain.

There was a traitor hidden within the Xuanhuo Sect!

These words felt like a boulder, pressing down on him and making it hard for him to breathe.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, so oppressive that it made one want to scream.

"Junior brother, this... how is this possible?" Murong Feng's eyes widened, his voice trembling slightly, clearly finding it hard to accept this fact.

Ling Ji's face was also somewhat pale. She bit her lip and looked at Ye Yunjian with worry.

Ye Yunjian took a deep breath, trying to suppress the turmoil in his heart.

"No matter what, we must find out the truth."

In the days that followed, Ye Yunjian began a secret investigation.

He observed everyone in the sect discreetly, trying to find any suspicious clues.

However, his actions quickly aroused dissatisfaction among some of his disciples.

"What does Senior Brother Ye mean by this? Are we all traitors?"

"Exactly! Of all people to suspect, why suspect one of our own!"

Discontent surged like a tide, and the atmosphere within the sect became tense.

Even the elders of the Xuanhuo Sect approached Ye Yunjian and said earnestly, "Yunjian, I know you care about the sect, but you must be careful with your methods and avoid causing unnecessary panic."

Just when Ye Yunjian was feeling overwhelmed, an unexpected person appeared—a mysterious disciple of the Xuanhuo Sect.

"Senior Brother Ye, I have some clues that might be useful to you." The mysterious disciple approached Ye Yunjian, his expression calm and his tone sincere.

Ye Yunjian felt a chill run down his spine and looked at him warily.

This person has always been a loner, and his whereabouts are mysterious. His sudden show of goodwill is truly unpredictable.

"What clue?"

The mysterious disciple handed over a slip of paper with several names written on it.

“These people have been behaving strangely lately.”

Ye Yunjian took the note, examined it carefully, and his face immediately turned pale.

The names on the paper were all people he knew, and some of them were even his fellow disciples with whom he had a good relationship!

Impossible, this is impossible!

Could it be that they really betrayed the sect?

Ye Yunjian felt as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest, so heavy that he could hardly breathe.

As the investigation deepened, more and more evidence pointed to those familiar faces.

Ye Yunjian closed his eyes in anguish. He didn't want to believe it, but he had no choice but to face this cruel reality.

Finally, Ye Yunjian focused his attention on the mysterious disciple of the Xuanhuo Sect who had offered the clue.

He always felt that this person was too suspicious and that his initiative was somewhat abnormal.

On a dark and windy night, Ye Yunjian secretly followed the mysterious disciple and discovered that he was secretly meeting with a man in black!

"It's you! It really is you!" Ye Yunjian roared and charged forward.

When the mysterious disciple realized that his actions had been exposed, he stopped pretending and revealed his ferocious face.

"Ye Yunjian, you've ruined my plans!"

The two engaged in a fierce battle.

Ye Yunjian, with his extraordinary strength, finally subdued the mysterious disciple.

When everyone saw the true face of the mysterious disciple, they were all shocked.

Ling Ji felt heartbroken looking at Ye Yunjian, who was fighting a bloody battle.

She silently walked to Ye Yunjian's side and comforted him with gentle words: "Senior Brother Ye, are you alright? You've done so much for the sect, everyone has seen it..." She gently leaned against Ye Yunjian, and a faint fragrance wafted over.

Ye Yunjian handed over the mysterious disciple of the Xuanhuo Sect to the elders for disposal, and his reputation within the sect reached its peak.

However, he dared not let his guard down for the slightest.

Because he knew that this was just the beginning, and the real mole was still hiding in the shadows.

In the stillness of the night, Ye Yunjian stood alone on the back mountain, gazing up at the deep starry sky.

He held a tattered map with a hidden location marked on it, which seemed to be connected to a mysterious external force.

Ye Yunjian's eyes were filled with doubt as he muttered to himself, "Where exactly is this place..."

The tattered map rustled in Ye Yunjian's hands, like the whispers of a ghost.

On the map, the hidden location marked with cinnabar resembled a blood-red eye, making him feel uneasy.

His brows furrowed, his fingertips gently tracing the rough lines on the map, his thoughts racing like wild horses through a thick fog of doubt.

What exactly is this mysterious external force?

What is their purpose?

What is the connection between him and Situ Jiuxiao?

A chill ran up his spine from the soles of his feet, making him shiver involuntarily.

Ling Ji and Murong Feng stood guard on his left and right, like protectors.

Ling Ji's bright eyes were filled with worry. She would steal glances at Ye Yunjian's tense profile from time to time, biting her lower lip lightly, wishing she could share some of his burden.

Murong Feng crossed his arms and scanned his surroundings with keen eyes, constantly on guard against potential dangers.

Suddenly, a dark shadow descended from the sky like a ghost, landing in front of Ye Yunjian and kicking up a cloud of dust.

The newcomer was dressed in black, his face hidden beneath a cloak, revealing only a pair of cold eyes that radiated a chilling murderous aura.

“Ye Yunjian,” the voice was like a whisper from hell, hoarse and grating, “you’d better stop now. There are some things that are not for you to interfere with.”

Ye Yunjian met that cold gaze without fear, a surge of anger burning in his chest.

"It's none of your business to tell me what to do!" His powerful words were like a thunderclap in the silent night sky.

Hearing the commotion, the surrounding disciples gathered around, watching the sudden confrontation with curiosity and tension.

Murong Feng did not make a move directly. Instead, he curled his lips into a cynical smile.

"Hey, my friend, hiding your face like this, are you hiding something?" he said, pacing around the man in black like a cunning fox trying to find a weakness in its prey.

The man in black clearly hadn't expected him to pull this stunt.

Just then, the man in black suddenly launched an attack, a sharp black blade of light heading straight for Ye Yunjian!

To protect the disciples behind him, Ye Yunjian took the hit head-on.

He groaned, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his face turned pale in an instant.

The surrounding disciples gasped in surprise, and the air was filled with tension and fear.

However, just when everyone thought Ye Yunjian was powerless to resist, a powerful force suddenly erupted from his body, like a sleeping lion finally awakening!

He roared, and flames blazed up from his palms as he unleashed a "Mysterious Fire Burns the Heavens" attack straight at the man in black!

The man in black was unable to dodge in time and was engulfed by the flames. He let out a shrill scream and fell heavily to the ground.

Seeing this, Ling Ji rushed to Ye Yunjian's side, her eyes filled with heartache and affection.

With trembling hands, she gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said softly, "Senior Brother Ye, are you alright?" Ye Yunjian looked at her worried eyes and felt a warm current surge in his heart.

He took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping firmly over the crowd, and said in a deep voice, "I, Ye Yunjian, will never be intimidated by any force! I will definitely find the traitor and restore justice to the Xuanhuo Sect!" His words were resounding and full of power, and the disciples around him were inspired by him, shouting his name one after another.

However, just as Ye Yunjian was about to delve deeper into the investigation, a disciple rushed over in a panic, his face ashen, and stammered, "No...nothing good...Elder...Elder...he's gone missing..."