The gods began by supporting Guo Jing to become emperor

After speaking, Ao Xin stepped forward and pulled out the Defeat Sword stuck in the ground.

Instantly, a gray, malevolent aura climbed up his palm, the icy touch making his scalp tingle, as if he were holding a block of ice. Ao Xin couldn't help but shiver, his face visibly turning pale.

Now he finally understood why the Ao family had abandoned their ancestral business at Baijian Manor and started anew. If they had stayed here for a long time, within three generations, the Ao family would have been corrupted by the malevolent energy, resulting in either the extinction of their lineage or the complete annihilation of the entire family.

When he arrived, he saw nothing wrong with the manor, but when he drew the Sword of Defeat, he discovered that there was still a faint trace of malevolent energy lingering there, which would take at least a decade to dissipate.

It will remain uninhabitable here for some time to come.

Wuming glanced at it and advised, "This sword is vicious. With Master Ao's current physical condition, he might suffer a backlash before he can even be brought back to Baijian Manor. I'll go with you."

Madam Ao stepped forward and took the sword of defeat from her husband's hand. The biting cold made her skin crawl, and she couldn't hold it, so she dropped it to the ground. Only after the sword left her hand did Ao Xin come to his senses. He let out a long breath and thanked Wuming with a face full of shame, "My body is weak and sick, I have troubled you, Senior Wuming."

"It doesn't matter."

Wuming then turned to Su Ming, "I'll take Bu Jingyun with me, and Nie Feng is in your hands now. This boy suffers from the disease of mad blood, so we must be extremely careful." Having read the Heavenly Cry Scripture, he knew that Nie Feng might become a Qilin Demon in the future, but this mad blood was rooted in his bloodline and was very difficult to cure.

Su Ming nodded, "Don't worry, I'll help him solve his problem."

"Okay, then I'll go first."

Wuming clasped his hands in a fist salute to Su Ming, then picked up the Defeat Sword from the ground and left with Bu Jingyun and Ao Xin.

Nie Feng, who was left behind, looked at Su Ming nervously and said hesitantly, "Senior, I want to bury my master."

Su Ming patted his head and smiled, "Okay, do it if you want to."

Even disregarding the influence of the Sword of Defeat, the Sword Worship Manor is still an excellent feng shui site, more than enough to bury Xiong Ba.

Before long, a shallow pit appeared in the garden, just big enough to accommodate Xiong Ba's body. Nie Feng struggled to drag him into the pit and covered his neatly arranged clothes with soil.

The dark soil fell on Xiong Ba's lifeless face, burying his ambition to dominate the world along with it.

After covering it with soil, Nie Feng carefully dug up some flowers and plants to plant.

Next year, the flowers here will surely bloom beautifully.

……

The towering stone Buddha sits beside the Minjiang River and on the banks of Leshan Mountain.

The river flows on and on, the battle between Nie Renwang and Duan Shuai is long over, but the traces of their sword fight are still faintly visible. That clash of swords at the pinnacle is still talked about by people in the martial arts world, and the whereabouts of Nie Renwang and Duan Shuai have become a topic of conversation for people.

Some say they were killed by the fire qilin.

Some say that the two continued to fight in Lingyun Cave and perished together.

Some even say that they have obtained the treasure in Lingyun Cave and have gone into hiding.

On this day, two more people arrived at the foot of the Leshan Giant Buddha, one adult and one child.

Nie Feng stared at the stone Buddha, a hint of fear rising in his eyes. "Senior, is my father really inside?"

That day, the ferocious and tyrannical figure of the fire qilin left an indelible nightmare on his young mind. He never imagined that there would be such a terrifying monster in the world.

Su Ming gazed at Lingyun Cave, a trace of memory flashing in his eyes. "Your father is still alive. Come, follow me." He took Nie Feng's hand and stepped into the dark cave. The underground passages were interconnected, but very dry. Occasionally, there were skeletons in the caves, all belonging to people who went deep into the caves and never came out.

Young Nie Feng walked among them, his heart pounding wildly. All he could do was hold tightly to the hand of the person in front of him, not daring to let go for a moment.

Deep within the cave, where it was pitch black, a light appeared amidst the darkness. The dark red light seemed to flicker with blood-red hues. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a pair of eyes. As the eyes opened, streaks of dark red flames rose, revealing a ferocious and majestic figure—the Fire Qilin, one of the Four Divine Beasts.

It was lying beside the remains of the Yellow Emperor, its eyes wide open, a hint of doubt showing in its tyrannical gaze, as it sensed an unpleasant aura approaching.

After thinking for a while, it suddenly roared angrily.

"Roar!"

The roaring sound echoed inside the cave, causing fragments of rock to fall and travel far.

As Nie Feng was moving forward, he suddenly felt his eardrums vibrate, his mind went blank, and he stood there, afraid to move. This familiar voice had woken him up from his dreams countless times. Hearing it again, he found that he didn't even have the courage to resist.

"senior……"

Su Ming raised an eyebrow, his voice full of energy, indicating that its injury had healed.

"Don't be afraid, just follow behind!"

He kept walking, leading Nie Feng forward. Nie Feng was stunned and led along like a puppet. After about half an hour, they passed through a long cave and finally stopped.

At the end of the passage, the Fire Qilin was covered in dark red flames, its red mane radiating a fierce aura, and it stared at Su Ming with its blood-red eyes.

"call……"

Its rough breathing carried sparks, and the air was thick with heat. It pawed at the ground restlessly, terrified by the creature before it, even its newly healed wounds throbbing with pain.

Nie Feng stared at the ferocious beast before him, his face turning pale. It really was a Fire Qilin!
Su Ming stared at the Fire Qilin, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "It seems you still remember me."

After saying that, he stepped forward.

The fire qilin lowered its head, staring intently at him, its hind legs involuntarily taking a step back, clearly very nervous.

"Don't worry, I didn't call you here today to kill you."

Su Ming smiled, took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket, poured out a drop of crystal-clear blood, which was entirely crimson and emitted a crystalline luster, and floated in his palm.

The fire qilin's eyes widened instantly. It stared intently at the drop of blood, its eyes filled with longing. Its four hooves pawed restlessly, as if it wanted to run over and swallow it whole.

However, when it saw Su Ming again, its remaining rationality told it that this guy was terrifying and that rushing at him would result in a lot of pain.

Seeing that it wanted it but didn't dare to come closer, Su Ming's smile widened, and he flicked his finger, "Here you go."

The dragon turtle's essence blood flew towards the fire qilin, which eagerly opened its blood-red maw and swallowed it whole. The essence blood was instantly broken down upon entering its belly, and the fire qilin roared to the sky with its mouth wide open.

"Roar!"

The roar stirred up a wave of heat that rushed toward Su Ming, but could not advance any further than three feet in front of him.

The fire qilin underwent a visible transformation. Its damaged scales rapidly healed, flames ignited at its scars, burning them away, and its entire body became flawless. (End of Chapter)