I have the face of a great demon.

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled onto the hillside, gilding the small grave mound with a golden glow.

A gentle breeze rustled through the surrounding trees, as if whispering prayers for the departed.

Tiezhu stood before his mother's grave and whispered:

"Mother, I have found the murderer who killed you and avenged you. You can rest in peace now."

After saying this, he kowtowed, burned paper money for his mother, and returned to his dilapidated house to begin sorting through his mother's belongings.

The hut was simple and dilapidated, with a rickety wooden table and two long benches taking up most of the space.

In one corner of the room, there was a pile of firewood and flint, next to which was a blackened iron pot containing food that couldn't be simpler.

Several patched-up clothes hung on the wall; they had been washed until they were faded, but remained clean and tidy.

Tiezhu's bed was simply made of wooden planks, with a thin, tattered cotton quilt covering the planks.

Liu Xingchen straightened the wooden planks of the bed and discovered something under the bed.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a box that had been sealed away for a long time.

"Tiezhu, look, there's a box here. Maybe it's something your mother left behind."

The two opened it out of curiosity, and inside was a tattered bundle.

He carefully opened the bundle, and inside was a wooden plaque and a yellowed letter.

Liu Xingchen opened the letter and read it softly:

My son, Tiezhu, writes:

My son, do you know that you are not our biological child?

Long ago, your mother and I were working in the woods when we suddenly heard a crying sound. We followed the sound and found a baby in swaddling clothes, and that was you.

This letter was written by my private tutor on my behalf. Our knowledge is too shallow to produce a proper letter. Although the tutor's pen is not mine, every word and sentence comes from my heart.

Inside the bundle are the clothes you wore at the time, and a wooden plaque, as hard as iron. We cannot decipher the inscription on it, but we hope you can glean the mystery of your origins from it.

Although your mother and I are not your biological parents, we have raised you as if you were our own.

I hope you will keep this letter and cherish it.

No matter when or where, our hearts will always be with you.

May God bless my son, and grant him peace and good health.

After hearing the letter, Tie Zhu stood there stunned.

A storm raged within him, and he could not calm down for a long time.

"I...I'm not my parents' biological child?"

He muttered to himself, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.

He took out the clothes from the bundle and found that the style of the clothes was not local, and he didn't know where they were from.

The two examined the wooden plaque closely and found that its material was unusually hard, and that it was engraved with a strange symbol, which seemed to be some kind of ancient script.

Liu Xingchen gently patted Tiezhu's shoulder: "Tiezhu, this may mean that you have an extraordinary background. Your power may come from your mysterious family."

Tie Zhu gripped the wooden plaque tightly, a determined glint in his eyes: "No matter where I come from, I will find the answer."

Tie Zhu stuffed the last item into the package, took a deep breath as if he wanted to take away all the air in the room.

He looked around; everything here was filled with memories. But now, it was time to return to the Taoist temple and continue his path of cultivation.

Leader Shi led his brothers from the Lingshui Gang to the village entrance, their eyes filled with gratitude.

"My two immortals, we were able to defeat that evil spirit thanks to you both."

Everyone stepped forward to express their gratitude to Liu Xingchen.

"Thank you so much, Immortal! We will never forget your great kindness," the crowd said excitedly.

There are endless words to say goodbye, but we must part ways eventually.

After bidding farewell to Chief Shi, the two boarded Liu Xingchen's divine sword.

As Liu Xingchen activated his magic, the divine sword soared into the sky, like a bolt of lightning piercing the heavens.

Their figures grew smaller and smaller in the sky, eventually becoming two small black dots that disappeared into the distant clouds.

All that remains are the villagers' endless blessings and reverence for the immortal.

On the flying sword, the iron pillar, tossed about by the fierce wind, said:

"Brother Xingchen, you've just learned to fly on a sword, is it alright for you to fly such a long way back?"

Tie Zhu's voice trembled in the wind as he gripped Liu Xingchen's arm tightly, as if afraid he might be blown away if he wasn't careful.

"We have to do it, even if it's not going to. Didn't you see? So many people came to see us off, they came to see the two immortals." Liu Xingchen said, trying to maintain his balance.

"We're all immortals now, isn't it too lame to ride back on horseback? So we must fly back on our swords."

"That makes sense. But, Brother Xingchen, the wind is too strong."

"Just bear with it. I've only just started flying on a sword, and I'm not very good at it yet. I haven't learned things like the Wind-Avoiding Spell, so this is all I can do."

Liu Xingchen smiled wryly. He now realized that flying on a sword wasn't as cool as he had imagined.

Especially before you've learned the Wind-Avoiding Spell.

It's not just the wind-avoiding spell; it can't even fly steadily, swaying left and right.

Iron Pillar grumbled, continuing to endure the clumsy flight, waiting for the moment the flying sword would land at the Taoist temple.

Finally, after a bumpy journey, they saw the Taoist temple in the distance.

Liu Xingchen also breathed a sigh of relief. He carefully controlled the flying sword to land at the Taoist temple.

After returning to the Taoist temple, the two resumed their arduous cultivation.

Liu Xingchen continued practicing his sword flight, his figure drawing streaks of light around Jianxian Peak, each flight more stable than the last.

Tie Zhu diligently practiced his inner cultivation technique. He sat cross-legged on the mountaintop, and with each breath, the surrounding spiritual energy slowly gathered towards him. His cultivation level accumulated little by little, gradually increasing.

A month later, Liu Xingchen was flying around Jianxian Peak on his sword when he sensed a powerful aura emanating from the back of the mountain.

He was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized that his master had emerged from seclusion.

He immediately rode his flying sword back to the Taoist temple, grabbed Tiezhu, and the two of them headed to the back mountain, where their master was in seclusion.

Liu Xingchen and Tie Zhu rushed to the back mountain and saw that the cave where their master had been in seclusion was wide open. Hua Laodao was standing on a huge rock in front of the cave. His aura was even more profound than before, indicating that his cultivation had made another breakthrough.

"Master!" the two exclaimed in unison, their voices filled with excitement.

Hua Laodao opened his eyes, a hint of relief in his gaze: "You two have arrived. It seems that this month of cultivation has been quite effective."

"Master, you've come out of seclusion? Has your cultivation improved again?" Tie Zhu asked excitedly, his eyes filled with anticipation.

Master Hua smiled and nodded: "I have indeed gained something from this seclusion. I have successfully established my foundation."

"That's wonderful, congratulations, Master!" the two congratulated in unison, their faces beaming with joy.

"Haha, I was able to successfully establish my foundation this time thanks to the Foundation Establishment Pill that Xingchen obtained. I should be thanking you."

"Master, what are you saying? This is what a disciple should do."

Liu Xingchen said happily, "Everything is great now."

Master has successfully completed his foundation building, greatly increasing his lifespan. He no longer needs to worry about his lifespan ending.

His and Tie Zhu's cultivation levels had also increased considerably, in addition to the fact that he had acquired a spirit ghost.

By the way, should we tell Master about the ghost?