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Chapter 556: The Power of Xiuyanxu Inheritance

Xia Pan took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently. At this moment, years of confinement and fatigue seemed to be blown away by a breeze. His eyes were filled with joy of relief.

He looked at Xing'e and Qiao Zhou, his voice slightly hoarse, but he couldn't hide his excitement: "The days in this forbidden area are like walking through thorns every day. Now that I can walk out, the big stone in my heart has finally fallen to the ground."

After saying that, he turned sideways and looked at Xue Jin. Their eyes met and they smiled at each other. That smile was full of the tacit understanding of many years of companionship and the expectation of freedom.

Xue Jin nodded slightly, his eyes gentle but firm, shining on Xing'e and Qiao Zhou like the warm sunshine of spring: "The inheritance of Xiuyanxu carries the hard work of countless ancestors. Now, it is solemnly handed over to you. You have to explore the road ahead by yourselves."

Her words were gentle but powerful, and every word seemed to carry deep expectations for the future of Xiuyanxu.

Xing'e's expression sternly changed, his back straightened, he took a step forward, crossed his hands quickly in front of his chest, performed a standard spirit salute, and said respectfully: "Senior, rest assured, Xing'e will do his best to live up to the important task of inheritance and protect Xiuyanxu."

There was a gleam of determination in her eyes, which reflected her fearlessness and responsibility for future challenges.

At this moment, a long-lost relaxed smile broke out on Qiao Zhou's face. His eyes narrowed slightly, full of longing for his family: "My husband and children are looking forward to my return every day. My heart has long gone home." As he spoke, he shook his head gently, with a smile on his lips. His helpless and happy look made people laugh.

Xing'e was stunned at first, then a hint of surprise and reluctance flashed in her eyes. The corners of her mouth rose slightly, and she said half-jokingly: "Master Qiaozhou, are you going to live a carefree life now? I will have to rack my brains in the future without you around to give me advice." There was a hint of sarcasm in her words, but also deep respect and reluctance.

Xia Pan watched this scene and joked with a smile: "Qiao Zhou, now you can finally enjoy the happiness of family life, but don't forget about the matter of Xiuyanxu."

His tone contained both blessings for Qiao Zhou and concern for the future of Xiuyanxu.

Qiao Zhou nodded quickly, his expression straightened, and said seriously: "Of course, Xiuyanxu is like my roots to me. Although I have gone down the mountain, my heart is always concerned about it." His eyes were firm and his words revealed his deep affection for Xiuyanxu.

Xue Jin looked at Xing'e with a smile, her eyes full of encouragement and trust: "Xing'e, you are smart and tenacious. We are relieved to have you in Xiuyanxu in the future." Her eyes were like a ray of light, illuminating the courage in Xing'e's heart.

Xing'e bowed slightly and said gratefully: "Thank you for your trust, seniors. Xing'e will not let you down." She clenched her fists secretly and vowed in her heart that she must protect the inheritance of Xiuyanxu.

Xia Pan and Xue Jin looked at each other, then turned around. The spiritual power around them surged like surging waves, transforming into two dazzling streams of light, and instantly disappeared from everyone's sight, leaving only faint fluctuations of spiritual power in the air, as if telling of their past perseverance.

Xing'e looked at the direction where they disappeared, stood there for a long time, and murmured to herself: "They have been guarding us for so many years, it's time for them to live their own lives." There was a hint of emotion in her voice, as well as a longing for the future.

Outside the stone gate, chaotic gale winds whizzed past like thousands of sharp blades, ready to shatter the world.

Qiao Zhou looked solemn. He took a few steps to Xing'e's side and placed his big hand heavily on her shoulder: "Xing'e, the survival of Xiuyanxu depends on you. If you encounter difficulties in the future, don't handle it alone. Understand?"

His eyes were sharp, filled with trust and expectation.

Xing'e took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling violently. He looked up at Qiao Zhou, his eyes full of anxiety and hesitation, his voice trembling slightly: "Mr. Zhou, this burden is too heavy, I'm afraid I can't carry it. Do you really think I can do it?"

She subconsciously clenched her fists, then suddenly unclenched them, with force still remaining in her fingertips, trying to hide her inner panic.

Qiao Zhou raised his head, his eyes piercing through the thick clouds, and sighed: "Everyone grows old, and I have guarded Xiuyanxu for too long. Those people were blinded by their own desires, betrayed the sect, and turned this place into a hell on earth. Now, the only one who can save Xiuyanxu is you."

His eyes dimmed for a moment, then became firm again the next moment.

Xing'e bit her lower lip, smiled bitterly and shook her head: "Mr. Zhou, I'm unsure and I'm afraid of letting you and Xiu Yanxu down." A trace of confusion flashed across her eyes, but was quickly replaced by determination.

Qiao Zhou raised the corners of his mouth and revealed a gentle smile: "Child, there is no such thing as being ready. We learn as we go. If you have this responsibility, you are halfway to success." He patted Xing'e's shoulder gently, as if to pass on strength to her.

At this moment, light suddenly exploded above the stone gate. Strange light patterns spread rapidly, interweaving and flashing like a nimble snake, instantly grabbing the attention of both men.

Xing'e and Qiao Zhou turned around quickly, the spiritual energy gathered rapidly around their bodies, their muscles tensed, and they were ready for battle.

In the light, the image of an old elf slowly emerged.

The old man had a peaceful face, but his eyes were filled with unquestionable majesty. His voice seemed to come from the endless void: "The inheritor of Xiuyanxu, the final trial will begin immediately."

Qiao Zhou frowned and whispered, "Xing'e, be careful. This may be the key to protecting Xiuyanxu." He slightly turned sideways and protected Xing'e behind him. Even though he knew that she was strong, he still subconsciously wanted to protect her.

Xing'e took a deep breath, suppressed his turbulent emotions, his eyes were as firm as iron, and he clenched his fists: "Master Zhou, don't worry, I will do my best."

She took a step forward and stood side by side with Qiao Zhou, her hair flying freely in the wind, showing her fearless determination. The old man waved his hand, and a portal emitting a deep blue light instantly appeared next to the stone door. The light and shadow inside the door flickered like a dream. "Step into this door and complete the trial, then you can inherit the entire inheritance of Xiuyanxu."

Xing'e and Qiao Zhou looked at each other and nodded to each other, their eyes full of tacit understanding and determination, and they stepped into the portal without hesitation.

Behind the door was a forest filled with a strange inky fog. The fog was as thick as ink and you couldn't see your hand in front of you.

Towering ancient trees rise from the ground, with twisted branches like ferocious animal claws, looming in the mist.

The two of them moved forward cautiously, taking every step with extreme caution, with spiritual power surging in their palms, ready to deal with unknown dangers at all times.

Suddenly, a low and powerful roar surged from all directions, and then a group of strange beasts with dark blue bodies and shaped like foxes rushed out from the fog. Their eyes flashed with bloodthirsty red light, and their sharp claws made harsh sounds on the ground.

Qiao Zhou reacted quickly, his hands rapidly changing spiritual spells, and spiritual power instantly condensed into a transparent shield in front of him, protecting the two of them firmly: "Xing'e, be careful, these spirit foxes are definitely not good people!" His voice was steady, but he could not hide his nervousness, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Xing'e quickly pulled out the Lingxi Blade from his waist. The blade was engraved with intricate and strange spiritual patterns, emitting a cold and dim light.

She was agile and like a flash of black lightning, she rushed towards the group of spirit foxes first.

As the Lingxi Blade was swung, spiritual power overflowed, making a "buzzing" sound that intertwined with the roar of the spirit fox to form a tragic war song.

The battle became more and more fierce, the number of spirit foxes was large and the attack was like a tide.

Xing'e and Qiao Zhou stood back to back, cooperating with each other, but gradually they felt overwhelmed.

At this moment, Xing'e keenly discovered in the fierce battle that every time the spirit fox launched an attack, its left ear would tremble slightly.

"Master Zhou, attack the left ear of the spirit fox. That is their weak point!" Xing'e shouted loudly. His voice penetrated the noise of the battle and reached Qiao Zhou's ears clearly.

Upon hearing this, Qiao Zhou immediately changed his attack method. He condensed his spiritual power into a sharp spiritual arrow and shot it accurately at the left ear of the spirit fox.

The actions of the spirit foxes were indeed affected, and the rhythm of their attack was disrupted.

The two took advantage of the situation to fight back, their cooperation became increasingly tacit, and they gradually gained the upper hand.

As the last spirit fox disappeared in the mist, the fog in the forest began to slowly dissipate, and a winding path appeared before our eyes. At the end of the path was a Lingyao Palace emitting a soft, warm light.

The two walked along the path and came to the gate of Lingyao Palace.

The palace door slowly opened, and an ancient and solemn atmosphere blew in, like the whisper of time.

Inside the hall, a spiritual crystal emitting soft blue light was suspended in the air. In the spiritual crystal, the images of the successive inheritors of Xiuyan Ruins and the rise and fall of Xiuyan Ruins were faintly emerging, like a silent epic.

Xing'e and Qiao Zhou approached the Lingyun Crystal, and the light of the Lingyun Crystal instantly enveloped them.

In the light, Xing'e felt a powerful and pure force surging in his body. It was the power of Xiu Yanxu's inheritance and also the weight of responsibility.

Her heartbeat suddenly quickened, and she felt a sense of mission, as if she heard the earnest call of her ancestors.

After the light dissipated, the Lingyun Crystal slowly merged into the body of Xingcalyx.

She felt full of strength, and had a clearer direction for the future of Xiuyanxu, as if a bright light had lit up in the fog.

"It seems that you have been recognized by the inheritance." Qiao Zhou looked at Xing'e with satisfaction, his eyes full of smiles. That smile contained both affirmation for Xing'e and expectations for the future of Xiuyanxu.

Xing'e looked at Qiao Zhou with a solemn expression and said firmly: "Mr. Zhou, I will live up to your expectations, protect every inch of Xiuyanxu land, and inherit the will of our ancestors." There was a gleam in her eyes, which was a firm belief in the future, like a burning flame.

The two of them walked out of Lingyao Palace and in the blink of an eye, they were back outside the stone gate.

The light patterns on the stone gate have disappeared, and everything has returned to calm.