He'd rather run than be turned into a cannon fodder for the broken engagement.

"Something's wrong!" Lin Miaoyan rushed in and whispered to Leng Huan, "Senior Brother Leng, we just received news that the sect has just received another visiting card!"

Leng Huan was shocked. Who the hell is it?

"Who is it?" she asked in a cold voice.

"I heard his surname is Murong."

"Grass!"

"what?"

"It's nothing, I was referring to a plant."

While Lin Miaoyan continued to gather information, Leng Huan continued to ponder how to avoid this trouble.

Both the Leng and Murong families sent people. Since Leng Feng is here, Murong Qin must be on the other side.

After tomorrow, everyone will know that she is not the senior brother, but the junior sister!

真他妈刺激！

Leng Huan didn't want the society to die.

What to do?

Or should we just run away now?

Oh right, I was planning to check out the Mission Hall. I've been here for so long but haven't made any contributions to the sect yet!

Without hesitation, Leng Huan rushed towards the mission hall on the main peak. Thank goodness, she had learned to fly on a sword long ago in order to visit Fu Xun. Now she directly flew on her sword, turning into a shooting star and flying into the distance.

"Damn it!" A little flustered, she made a mistake in the chaos and almost fell off her feet.

A gust of cold wind blew, and she landed directly at the entrance of the mission hall. It was late afternoon, and there weren't many people there. Some clever disciples recognized her and greeted her.

Senior Brother Leng...

Junior Brother Leng...

Feeling uneasy, Leng Huan forced a smile at them and nodded as he walked past.

She plunged into the task list and went straight for the Foundation Establishment stage tasks. She skimmed through them, and found things like hunting a monster in a certain place and helping to find a tabby cat in the Misty Immortal City. The Immortal City was under the jurisdiction of the Immortal Sect, and there was no City Lord's Mansion to maintain order. The Immortal Sect sent people to manage everything. Even such a small matter as finding a cat had to be handled by the disciples. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

After looking for a while, Leng Huan suddenly saw a mission to the distant Eastern Capital. She only saw the words "Eastern Capital," which was far away. Then she looked at the mission description: "Escort something to the Eastern Capital and deliver it to a powerful family."

Okay, this is it!

"Snapped--"

Leng Huan ripped the mission scroll off and slammed it on the counter, startling the drowsy shift disciple. The disciple shuddered, "Leng, Junior Brother Leng! You're going to take this mission? The reward isn't very..."

Knowing that he meant well by reminding him, Leng Huan stared at him and raised his chin slightly, the meaning of which was clear: hurry up and get it done.

Fifteen minutes later, under the disciple's trembling gaze, Leng Huan grabbed the mission token, took the mission target—the storage ring—and turned to leave in a hurry.

As the sky grew increasingly dark, she rode her sword straight towards the mountain gate. She was a professional at running away; she would get out of there first, otherwise tomorrow would be a scene of carnage!

She sent a telepathic message to Lin Miaoyan, asking her to take care of Sang Biao. She also told Fu Xun to send the dog to him and ask him to take care of it for a while if he came out of seclusion.

As for Lin Miaoyan's question about what she wanted to do and where she was going, Leng Huan didn't say a word. She only said that she would take good care of the crabapple trees she planted when she came back.

Then, like a shooting star, it flew straight west into the night!

-

People with their own thoughts are all waiting for tomorrow to arrive.

Fu Xun, however, was struggling and adrift in the illusion. Was it an illusion or a dream?

When he was young and had only vague memories, they encountered assassins when they returned to his mother's family home in Xijun. His mother died protecting him. He was too young to remember anything else, except that the blood gushing from her body was bright red and had a pungent, fishy smell that stung his eyes. He was so stunned that he couldn't even cry.

As a boy, his father went to Xijun to retrieve his mother's belongings, and history repeated itself; he lost his father. Later, he investigated the truth but was discovered by Fu Xiao, who framed him, destroying his foundation and everything. He went from a celebrated genius to a cripple…

The screen changes——

A sea of ​​blood, countless screams of panic, chaos and noise, the stench of blood filling the nostrils, everything was like a hellish scene, terrifying and horrifying. Amidst the flashing swords and shadows, corpses littered the ground, and a figure, like a ghost, killed anyone he saw. The plaque on the dilapidated gate of the mansion was actually familiar to him... Finally, amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood of the Fu and Leng families, who was the figure standing with a sword in hand, bathed in blood?

Fu Xun was furious. He could forgive the Fu family, but why should the Leng family also be wiped out?

He seemed to be imprisoned in the void, watching helplessly as that person walked out of the Leng family gate like a demon treading on a river of blood, and roared angrily.

stop!

stop--

But he couldn't make a sound, he could only scream silently, and he didn't even remember if the strange girl was among the corpses.

"Rumble, rumble, rumble..."

A sudden downpour began, and a bolt of lightning struck, illuminating the man's face. Fu Xun was immediately struck dumb.

In that brief moment, he was able to see who the person was—it was his own face.

"Crack!" A loud noise exploded in his ears.

— Fu Xun opened his eyes.

The surroundings were quiet, with only his heavy breathing and the echoing sound of dripping water.

This is the Ginseng Sword Pool Cave at the bottom of Sword Cliff.

Legend has it that his sword immortal master, whom he had never met, comprehended the way of the sword here.

"Phew... such a realistic dream..."

Fu Xun slowly calmed his breathing, gently pressing his rapidly heaving chest. The lingering fear in his heart was completely dispelled, and the tense muscles in his body finally relaxed. The face that had grown up was exactly the same as the person in his dream.

—His face was as handsome as jade, and his upright features had a hint of wickedness. When he smiled, that wickedness would increase several times. He gritted his back teeth, and the muscles in his jawline twitched, making his features appear particularly cold and hard.

Fortunately, he wasn't acting like the wicked and crazy person he had dreamed of yet. Fu Xun reached into the clear, transparent pool and splashed water on his face, disrupting his reflection in the water.

The next moment, he resolutely stood up, drew his sword, and practiced swordsmanship by the pool. As he practiced, his sword moves gradually transformed into the two-handed sword of the person in his dream!

Their attacks were fierce and their momentum overwhelming!

It was just an ordinary black iron sword taken from the Sword Pavilion, but he wielded it with the resounding sword energy of a superior spiritual sword. The sword momentum was like a rainbow, and the whole cave was filled with the sound of "whoosh" cutting through the air, with a sky-covering cold light and sword shadows!

If Zhang Zhaoying were here, he would definitely be astonished. Is this the kind of sword aura that a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator can unleash? It's already comparable to the power of a Golden Core stage cultivator and the sword intent of a sword master!

Even though Fu Xun's sword hadn't touched the stone wall, upon closer inspection, the wall was covered with newly added, crisscrossing, and deep sword marks.

With a loud crash, he turned around and swung his sword horizontally, shattering the stone gate. The broken stones collapsed onto the ground with a deafening thud.

"What happened?! What was that sound?"

"Has Junior Brother Yin emerged from seclusion?"

A muffled thunderous roar came from below Sword Cliff, startling the disciples on the cliff, who cried out in alarm.

A moment later, the noise subsided, and a figure riding a dark iron sword snaked upwards, glancing diagonally over the heads of the crowd, heading towards the main hall.

"Wow! It really is Junior Brother Yin!! He's out of seclusion."

-

“好好好！好小子！”

Zhang Zhaoying excitedly stood up from the main seat, tested Fu Xun's level, and repeatedly praised him, patting his shoulder, his excitement overflowing.

"Excellent! Our Sword Peak has a worthy successor!"

"Late-stage Foundation Establishment, nearing completion; Core Formation is just around the corner! Your swordsmanship has also progressed rapidly. Just now, observing your swordplay, it was expansive and powerful, transcending conventional techniques, rendering sword arts invisible. Excellent, excellent! But you still need to refine your sword intent! Excellent, excellent, hahahahahaha..."

Zhang Zhaoying's face flushed with excitement. For decades since his senior brother disappeared, Sword Peak had been in a period of decline, showing signs of decay. With the arrival of a genius like Fu Xun, who had appeared out of nowhere, Sword Peak was destined for a great flourishing of swordsmanship!

Seeing this, Fu Xun lowered his eyes slightly, his eyelashes drooping to conceal the seriousness in his eyes. He respectfully cupped his hands and said, "Yes, disciple will remember!"

-

—Has she emerged from seclusion?

Fu Xun's residence was simple and sparsely furnished, with only one servant. At this moment, dusk was gathering from all directions, and night fell in an instant.

Standing in the clear, waterlogged courtyard, he sent a message to Leng Huan, but received no response.

It seemed he hadn't emerged from seclusion yet. Fu Xun frowned. The dream was too ominous. He closed his eyes, and the illusions, like shattered fragments, kept haunting him. He dared not let anyone discover it, and he knew that this was dangerous and could easily breed inner demons.

Grabbing his sword, Fu Xun leaped away from the courtyard in a few bounds, his figure as light as a feather, soaring through the moonlit mountains and heading straight for Sword Cliff. Now, only practicing swordsmanship could help him escape those terrifying dreams.