After conquering the Empress, I proved my Dao with the Heaven and Earth Spirit Furnace!

As He Anhai turned around, the other six people fell silent.

The supreme being of the seventh peak was an old man with an air of otherworldly wisdom.

He sighed softly, his gaze sweeping across the distant sky before settling on the burly man who had raised his whip.

The burly man paused slightly, then drew his second whip.

The sound was still deafening, even more intense, and looked terrifying.

However, when it actually hit Qin Chuan and the others, it was noticeably less severe than before.

By the time the third lash landed, more than ten people from Qin Chuan were covered in cuts and bruises, their faces haggard.

After struggling to lift their heads, they all looked at Qin Chuan with bitterness.

They knew that Qin Chuan would have to endure a fourth lash.

Qin Chuan gave a wry smile.

Just then, the fourth whip came crashing down, striking Qin Chuan alone in an instant.

At the same time, He Anhai's angry voice came from beside Qin Chuan.

"Scream in agony now!"

Qin Chuan was stunned for a moment, then let out a bloodcurdling scream.

The sound horrified everyone around...

As soon as the punishment ended, people from their respective mountain peaks rushed over to help Qin Chuan and the others back to heal their wounds.

He Anhai's voice echoed throughout the entire Fourth Peak until Qin Chuan returned.

"Don't help him up, you unfilial son, get over here!"

The fourth peak disciple who was supporting Qin Chuan hesitated for a moment, but released his hand at Qin Chuan's signal.

Qin Chuan smiled wryly, but felt a warmth in his heart. He sighed and gradually walked towards the cave where He Anhai was.

Qin Chuan felt that while his identity brought him convenience, it also brought him pressure.

His status as a playboy allowed him to act with impunity.

But this is, after all, a huge sect, and its rules cannot be broken lightly.

"It's a pity we couldn't find Ancestor Yuwen... and the others won't be able to find him in a short time either."

Since that's the case, there's no need to force a search. The priority here is to obtain the inheritance of Daoist teachings.

As Qin Chuan entered the cave, He Anhai sat cross-legged on the stone bed, watching Qin Chuan approach and letting out a cold snort.

"Do you know where you went wrong this time?" He Anhai said coldly.

Qin Chuan looked up at He Anhai but didn't say anything.

"Your mistake was that you so blatantly killed a fellow disciple!"

He Anhai looked at Qin Chuan and spoke slowly.

Qin Chuan's eyes flashed for a moment.

"Your mistake was choosing a different time to make your move!"

He Anhai looked at Qin Chuan, waved his hand, and seemed disappointed in him.

"It's just killing one person. I've killed countless people in my life. As a cultivator, all I seek is to have a clear conscience."

If you want to kill him, there must be a reason why you must kill him.

You are usually very clever, but today you are so reckless. This shows that you either want to silence him or you are afraid that he will hide.

Regardless of any personal grudges you may have against the other party, your status does not permit you to kill them in public!

He Anhai spoke slowly.

Qin Chuan looked at He Anhai in front of him and was once again shaken.

This tremor came from his soul, from the vague impressions of his father in his memory.

In the silence, Qin Chuan suddenly smiled.

He simply forgot that he was not He Jiusheng.

Now that he's here, perhaps He Jiusheng doesn't want to constantly remind himself that he's not a true member of the Demon Immortal Sect.

Since that's the case... I am Qin Chuan, and also He Jiusheng.

"I think... I really made a mistake by intervening."

Qin Chuan suddenly spoke.

He Anhai let out a soft "hmm" and looked at Qin Chuan.

“I shouldn’t have killed him myself; I should have told you.”

Then you just need to say one sentence, and he's dead, without all that trouble.

Qin Chuan said softly.

He Anhai opened his eyes wide, looked at Qin Chuan, and suddenly smiled.

The laughter grew louder and louder until, in the end, it was impossible to tell whether it was laughter born of extreme anger or genuine laughter.

With a wave of his right hand, a gentle breeze fell on Qin Chuan, instantly healing his injuries.

Then, He Anhai pondered for a moment, raised his right hand and grabbed the dragon and phoenix lamp beside him.

Two beams of light were immediately drawn out.

While in mid-air, the extremely dense power of heaven and earth from all directions arrived in an instant.

They suddenly coalesced in mid-air.

In front of He Anhai, as if forging a weapon, two huge stone statues were formed.

These two statues are more than a person tall, completely black, and holding large swords, like terracotta warriors.

With a thud, it landed on the ground.

The mere aura was enough to make Qin Chuan's breathing quicken, and he felt an indescribable pressure.

He surpassed all the powerful figures he had ever seen in his entire life, except for Empress Yaoxi.

At the same time, He Anhai pointed at Qin Chuan with his right hand, and a crack immediately appeared between Qin Chuan's eyebrows.

Two drops of blood flew out uncontrollably, landing on the two statues respectively.

As soon as they landed, the two terracotta warriors' eyes flashed, as if they had gained sentience.

The moment Qin Chuan looked at them.

He suddenly felt as if he could control these two terrifying terracotta warriors at will.

"These two terracotta warriors contain your soul and blood."

Even after tens of thousands of years, even after many twists and turns, and after many masters.

But as long as you appear before them, you are their supreme and first master!

He Anhai's complexion was somewhat rosy, and his hair had turned a little grayer.

When he spoke, he gave Qin Chuan a meaningful look.

"My He family kills without the help of others. You may leave now and focus on comprehending the Soul Separation Technique."

And... please stop causing trouble for your father, okay? You're not a child anymore, be more mature...

He Anhai sighed again at the end of his speech.

Qin Chuan coughed lightly, nodded, but his eyes revealed a strange light.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at He Anhai, a shy expression unconsciously appearing on his face.

"Father, do you have the Great Wilderness Scripture?"

He Anhai paused for a moment, then slapped the stone bed.

"You little brat, the Great Wilderness Scripture? You think this Demon Immortal Sect was founded by your father?"

"Even a move or two will do," Qin Chuan quickly said.

"The Great Wilderness Scripture, the Lower Three Realms, and the Four Great Stars could not obtain even a trace of it."

Do you think your father, the master of the fourth peak of the first heaven, could ask the sleeping Xun Zhu for the Great Wilderness Scripture?

If you truly desire the Great Wilderness Scripture, there is only one way: before Lord Xun fell into slumber, he left behind a legacy.

Whoever can ascend to the fourth heaven and stand before him will receive his inheritance!

He Anhai said angrily.

He waved his hand, about to send Qin Chuan away.

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t have the Great Wilderness Scripture, Father. You can use your authority within the sect.”

"Please exchange all three thousand Daoist techniques that require sect contributions to obtain for me."

Qin Chuan, settling for second best, quickly added.

He Anhai opened his eyes wide and stared blankly at Qin Chuan in front of him.

"Three thousand Daoist techniques? Do you really think this Demon Immortal Sect is your home?" He Anhai roared.

"Two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine is fine, I can't go any lower," Qin Chuan said through gritted teeth.

"Get out! No!"

He Anhai roared and waved his right hand.

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