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Inside the dungeon of Huaxu Sect, maggots crawled all over Madam Yuan's rotting corpse. Dozens of meters away, Meng Huan was firmly bound to a pillar by chains made of ten-thousand-year-old black iron.

Blood dripped down her cheek from her brow bone, becoming the only proof that time was passing.

Suddenly, a strong feeling of suffocation came over him. Someone was choking him and said, suppressing their anger, "Just tell me where Mingyuan's treasure is, and I'll let you go."

Meng Huan opened his eyes with difficulty. The person in front of him was Jin Nian. The person hidden in the shadows in the distance could not be seen clearly, but it was clear that the person was Jin Si.

These two have appeared more than a hundred times in the past year, and have been tormenting him relentlessly ever since his master passed away.

He sneered, "What a waste of Master's good intentions! How did he end up picking up two troublemakers from the snow?"

Jin Nian squinted, gave him a strange smile, and then slowly leaned closer to him.

The moment their noses touched, Meng Huan let out a muffled groan and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Jin Nian raised the special knife, which included the flesh, high into the air. He pressed his hand against the wound on Meng Huan's abdomen, and his smile deepened.

His body began to feel cold, and his limbs began to stiffen. He closed his eyes as the last drop of blood drained away.

Jin Nian took out a dark purple pill and placed it on Meng Huan's wound. After exchanging a glance with Jin Si, she left the dungeon.

Three days later, on the back mountain of Huaxu Sect, Jin Nian was controlling a wooden puppet, which was digging a pit more than one meter long and half a meter wide.

The withered branches on the ground rustled as Jin Si dragged the corpse of a defector disciple and slowly walked behind Jin Nian.

Seeing that the pit wasn't finished yet, she sat on the man's corpse, coldly crushed a spirit stone, chewed it briefly, and swallowed it.

After the death of Daoist Mingyuan, the Xuhua Sect became outwardly strong but inwardly weak. Jin Si and Jin Nian were also unpopular, and a large number of disciples defected to other forces under the guise of wandering.

She hadn't had a proper rest for six months while dealing with these matters, and now her eyes were dark and her gaze was lifeless as she looked into the distance.

A bird call came from the originally quiet forest, but Jin Nian and Jin Si assumed it was a startled spirit beast and ignored it.

After being disturbed, Jin Nian seemed to realize something, widened her eyes, and said coldly, "Brother, Meng Huan should wake up."

Little did she know that just moments before, a speck of dust, glowing green in the sunlight, had stopped in front of her.

A red light flew toward her eyes. She saw three fireballs growing larger and larger. Just as she was about to dodge, the intense flames burned her eyeballs.

"Ah, my eyes, brother, save me."

Large snowflakes fell, soon burying the body on the ground. In the peaceful scene, only Jin Si's shrill cries were out of place.

With trembling hands, Jin Nian took out dozens of healing elixirs from the storage ring on her thumb. Jin Si swallowed them all at once, but the speed at which the flames corroded her eyeballs did not slow down at all.

Blood dripped into the snow, creating small black holes with bright red edges, much like Jin Si's eye sockets where no eyeballs had been placed.

Within the dust, Meng Huan stood to Chen An's right. His injuries had healed, and seeing that the time was ripe, he immediately summoned the longsword that Chen An had given him, belonging to Daoist Mingyuan. After giving Chen An a look, he rushed out first.

Chen An, riding in the tent, stopped at a safe spot a hundred meters away. Hearing the sounds of the fight starting, he casually activated his strongest magic array.

In an instant, several bolts of lightning descended from the sky, leaving cracks more than ten meters deep when they hit the ground. These bolts targeted the Jin siblings, exploding behind them and helping Meng Huan a lot.

The siblings Jin Si and Jin Nian broke through to the Two Elements Realm one after another, seized the Xu Hua Sect through scheming and trickery, and tortured Madam Yuan to death in front of Meng Huan.

If we only consider cultivation level, Meng Huan wouldn't have ended up in such a state. But he is an upright person, and the more upright a person is, the harder it is for them to guard against villains.

He recounted the crimes of the Jin siblings, his anger surging upwards, while countless forces began to emerge, overcoming his meager rationality and controlling his body to unleash one deadly move after another.

Chen An realized something was wrong; Meng Huan's condition was showing signs of demonic possession.

Thunder rumbled, the situation grew increasingly tense, and forces of different colors clashed with each other. Before long, the entire forest was deserted.

After a long while, the thunder stopped. Meng Huan lay on the ground, barely clinging to life. Gazing at the white sky, he felt utterly exhausted.

The screams of the two siblings as they died echoed incessantly in his ears, and the pain he suffered was like a leech clinging to his bones, constantly replaying in his mind.

The inner demons are hardest to dispel. Chen An shook Meng Huan and met his eyes, which were full of hatred.

For hundreds of years, Meng Huan has adhered to the righteous path and has a clear conscience. If he were the only one suffering this, it would be one thing, but because he refused to compromise, his mother also died.

He could not forget the smile his mother forced before she died, nor could he forget the pain of his mother's body being trampled on again and again.

As soon as Chen An activated her mind-reading ability, her blood and qi instantly reversed, and the excruciating pain of her meridians reversing spread throughout her body. She finally managed to break free of her restraints, but her obsession with destroying the world lingered for a long time.

He was clearly the most upright person she had ever met, so how could he have harbored such terrifying evil thoughts? Chen An mustered her courage and finally took Meng Huan into the tent.

The warm yellow light shone on Chen An. She was manipulating the tent but didn't know where to go, so she walked straight ahead.

Meng Huan tried his best to suppress the evil thoughts in his heart and forced himself to calm down, fearing that the sword in his hand would be pointed at Chen An. His thoughts were jumping back and forth between reason and madness.

Chen An could sense the killing intent, but she still turned her back to her sworn brother. She couldn't help Meng Huan, so she could only trust that Meng Huan wouldn't hurt her.

It turned out that she was right.

The malevolent aura vanished, and the black demonic energy dissipated. Meng Huan lay on the ground with his eyes closed, his brows slightly furrowed as if he were still struggling.

Jin Si and Jin Nian deserve to die. Madam Yuan and Master are already gone. It's not worth sacrificing yourself for such people. Chen An only hopes that after taking revenge, he can understand things better.

Hua Xu Sect was Meng Huan's foundation. After much deliberation, Chen An took him to a nearby city.

The small water town is particularly beautiful, with half of the houses built on the water, making it a great tourist destination. It's just a pity that it's winter now, and many trees have lost their leaves, but fortunately the water hasn't frozen over.

The accommodations here are quite unique; many guesthouses are shaped like giant boats that float on the water without moving.

Chen An vaguely remembered that Madam Yuan said she wanted Meng Huan to travel more outside the sect, as the cultivation world was vast and confined to one place, which was not a good way to cultivate.

On the ship, memories flashed through Meng Huan's mind like pictures, and he couldn't wake up despite his restless sleep.