Immortals of the End Times

On the sword monument, the white lotus-shaped sword mark seemed still, but it suddenly bloomed the moment Zhao Wuji's divine sense touched it.

As the lotus petals unfurled, an indescribable, sorrowful sword intent surged into his consciousness like a tide.

"Have you not seen the bright mirror in the high hall reflecting the sorrow of white hair, like black silk in the morning turning to snow by evening?"

In a daze, he seemed to see a white-robed sword immortal sitting alone on a solitary peak, his wine jug tilted, the clear wine reflecting the white hair at his temples.

The sword immortal tilted his head back and drank deeply, the wine and tears mingling and dripping onto the sword's edge, splashing up a chilling light.

"This is."

Zhao Wuji was deeply shaken.

In stark contrast to the unrestrained and wild Azure Lotus Sword Intent, this White Lotus Sword Intent contained the melancholy of the relentless passage of time!

Sword energy suddenly erupted!

The sword immortal's flying sword suddenly pierced out.

The sword energy appears slow, like an old man dancing with a sword, but the sword's edge moves with surprising speed.

It was as if an illusion had occurred, a slowness that was fast to the extreme, and a speed that was slow to the extreme, as if even time itself had stood still.

Zhao Wuji was shocked to find himself seemingly unable to move, and could only watch helplessly as the white rainbow pierced into his brow.

"Shh!"

Opposite the sword monument, Zhao Wuji suddenly leaned back, a drop of blood seeping from between his brows.

The Yin-Yang Pearl trembled violently, and the swordsmanship proficiency level jumped wildly, instantly breaking through the three thousand mark!

Swordsmanship: Outstanding (121/5000)

He couldn't bother to examine the changes after the breakthrough; his entire mind was still immersed in that fleeting glimpse of sword intent.

The White Lotus Sword Qi appears slow, but in reality it is so fast that even light seems to be left behind.

By the time the opponent realizes it, the sword energy has already pierced through the years, waiting for a long time on the path of destiny.

"What a magnificent phrase, 'As black as silk in the morning, as white as snow by evening.' This is not just about speed, but also the poignant sword intent it contains, which affects one's mind and spirit."

It felt as if time slowed down, and reactions became slower, but in reality, the sword light was very fast.

"So fast that with the slowed-down time and reaction time, there was no way to stop it, and he was hit by a single sword strike!"

Zhao Wuji muttered to himself, his fingers lightly tracing the bloodstains between his brows, lost in thought.

Looking at the sky again, it was already dawn.

He had a preliminary understanding of the White Lotus Sword Intent, but it was only a vague and incomplete comprehension.

Because the level of understanding is too profound, it may be necessary to improve one's cultivation level in the future before one can comprehend more of it.

Just then, a whooshing sound came from behind.

Xiao Chenzhou strode closer, his once gentle and refined face now solemn and serene: "Zhang Zhenren's Yin-Yang Sword Mark has not yet been comprehended, yet you, fellow Daoist, have already grasped Senior Taibai's White Lotus Sword Intent?"

He paused abruptly, his gaze falling on Zhao Wuji's brow.

There was a lotus-shaped white mark there, slowly oozing blood.

"I am fine."

Zhao Wuji wiped away the blood and said thoughtfully, "I just suddenly understood the essence of this sword intent."

Xiao Chenzhou's eyes were still wet with tears, and his eyes were bloodshot. He had spent the whole night studying the sword marks left by Zhao Wuji.

But at this moment, he still stubbornly kept his eyes wide open, staring intently at the white lotus mark that was slowly bleeding between Zhao Wuji's eyebrows, touching the faint mark between his own eyebrows, and said.

"I've been studying this for so many days, and apart from a fleeting glimpse of a white lotus sword light that struck me before I lost consciousness, I haven't come into contact with that white lotus sword light again in all these days."

His voice trembled slightly with excitement: "If I hear the Dao in the morning, I can die content in the evening. Fellow Daoist Zhao, now that you have a preliminary understanding, may I witness the White Lotus Sword Intent with my own eyes!"

Zhao Wuji saw that his eyes were bloodshot and tears were still flowing, and he was speechless.

The sword mark he simply left on that rock wall was actually that powerful?
It actually made this genius swordsman of the Qilin Sword Sect's eyes turn red?
However, Zhao Wuji didn't know how to persuade him that he still wanted to comprehend the White Lotus Sword Intent.

The reason the other party could see the White Lotus Sword Intent by chance was because their swordsmanship level was high enough to barely come into contact with it.

However, being injured after just one contact also leaves a psychological scar.

After that, it became somewhat difficult to access the White Lotus Sword Intent from the Sword Stele.

The reason he was able to grasp the White Lotus Sword Intent with just a glance was clearly due to his understanding of the sword path, which had reached the point of sword light differentiation, surpassing the opponent's sword energy and thunderous sound by a level.

He shook his head and said, "Fellow Daoist Xiao's eyes are already injured; he should not be subjected to further sword intent."

"Is it not a joy for a swordsman to be wounded by his sword?"

Xiao Chenzhou suddenly burst into laughter, dipping his sword finger in the blood and tears from the corner of his eye and drawing two bloody streaks on his cheek. "We, the cultivators of the Qilin Sword Sect, have always washed our swords with blood!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly tore open the front of his indigo sword robe, revealing his chest covered in sword scars. "Fellow Daoist Zhao, don't worry, come!"

Seeing his frenzied state, Zhao Wuji knew he could no longer refuse.

He took a deep breath, and the core of the Ice Sword Divine Thought in his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly floated upside down, with a white lotus appearing in the heart of the sword.

It was clearly the sword seed of the White Lotus Sword Intent, planted within his first core of true self-consciousness.

With the sword tip pointing downwards, a drop of crystalline sword intent dripped down.

The drop of sword intent fell into the sea of ​​consciousness, instantly transforming into a blooming white lotus, and a sorrowful sword intent suddenly emerged.

"Take this!"

Zhao Wuji slightly closed his eyes, and the white lotus mark between his eyebrows suddenly brightened. In an instant, he used his eyes as a sword, and sword light burst forth from them.

In an instant, Xiao Chenzhou felt as if all the light in the world had been absorbed by those eyes, and a strong sense of sorrow enveloped him.
"Buzz!"

A palm-sized white lotus appeared in Zhao Wuji's pupils. The lotus petals unfolded slowly, yet it gave Xiao Chenzhou a strange sense of disorientation.

He had clearly prepared to block with his sword, but the white lotus seemed to have already passed through his defenses.

Or rather, by the time he tried to react, he was already affected by the tragic sword intent, making his reaction sluggish.

But the sword light seemed to move very quickly.

In the blink of an eye, the white lotus sword energy was already hovering quietly three inches in front of his throat.

"puff!"

Xiao Chenzhou suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, staggered back three steps, and a new lotus-shaped sword wound appeared on his chest.

The wound wasn't deep, but it made him feel enveloped by an incomparably sorrowful sword intent, causing his will to sink.

"I see."

Xiao Chenzhou wiped the blood from his lips, quickly shaking off the sorrowful feeling, and began to laugh heartily. "It's not that the sword was too fast, but that my time slowed down! My reactions slowed down, and my mind was affected by this sorrowful sword intent!"

He suddenly knelt on one knee and clasped his hands in a fist: "Please tell me, Fellow Daoist Zhao, what is the name of this White Lotus Sword Intent?"

Zhao Wuji Mang helped the crazed swordsman up and said softly, "This White Lotus Sword Intent was created by the Azure Lotus Sword Immortal in his later years—Twilight Snow."

"Evening Snow. Evening Snow"

Xiao Chenzhou pondered these two words repeatedly, then suddenly looked up to the sky and let out a long howl.

With a whistling sound, the sword energy around him went berserk and out of control, shredding all the starlight and mist within a ten-zhang radius.

Once he had calmed down, the Qilin Swordsman was already in tears: "The sword intent I had been trying to master for half a year, I now realize, is something I lacked: a sword heart that has weathered many storms!"

Zhao Wuji was taken aback upon hearing this.

This is nothing.

What you lack is a higher level of swordsmanship, child.

At this moment, Xiao Chenzhou suddenly pointed his fingers together to form a sword and held it upright in front of him, saying, "I will remember your kindness in passing on the sword today."

After saying that, he rushed towards the distant rock wall without looking back, intending to take advantage of the lingering sword intent to comprehend it anew.

"This person is also obsessed with swords."

Zhao Wuji watched his frenzied back and shook his head with a soft sigh.

Turning around, I looked at the Yin-Yang sword mark on the sword monument, where a tortoise and snake coiled together.

He examined it carefully for a long time.

Even by dawn the next day, the sword monument remained unresponsive, and he could not sense any profound meaning or intent within it.

"Master Zhang is indeed extraordinary."

Zhao Wuji pondered for a moment, then suddenly took out the True Martial Broken Sword from the Pot Heaven space.

When Zhenwu appears!
Instantly, the sword mark seemed to sense something and began to glow slightly.

The broken sword suddenly trembled, emitting a low hum, as if resonating with the sword intent from a thousand years ago.

Suddenly, the yin-yang sword marks on the sword monument lit up.

The black and white energies flowed like living things, transforming into a phantom image of a Tai Chi symbol, which slowly rotated.

Zhao Wuji felt his consciousness being drawn by a vast Daoist aura, and the scene before him suddenly changed.

In a daze, he felt as if he were high in the sky, looking down at the vast earth.

Amidst the churning sea of ​​clouds, a black tortoise and a black snake coiled together, their intertwined forms forming a Taiji diagram that stretched across the heavens.

The tortoise shell is as thick and heavy as a mountain, and the snake scales are as deep and dark as an abyss.

The two are mutually generative, like yin and yang, and their life cycle continues endlessly.

Suddenly, a dark crack appeared in the sky, and a decaying and rotten aura poured down, eroding the spiritual energy of heaven and earth like a tide.

The black tortoise raised its head and roared angrily, while the black snake soared into the air.

The intertwining of Yin and Yang energies transformed into a sword light resembling a black and white Tai Chi diagram, slashing upwards in reverse!

"boom!!"

The sword light collided with the heavenly tribulation, and the yin and yang energies circulated, actually obliterating that decaying power.

However, the crack in the sky continued to widen, as if an invisible giant hand was tearing this world apart.

The phantom of the tortoise and snake gradually faded, eventually turning into a sigh and dissipating into the world.
"I see."

Zhao Wuji was deeply shocked and murmured to himself, "Master Zhang's Yin-Yang Tai Chi Sword Intent is not only both offensive and defensive, but also uses heaven and earth as a furnace and yin and yang as charcoal to refine the turbidity of the calamity."

"To comprehend this sword intent, one must possess a heart that embraces heaven and earth, an ambition that can swallow the universe, and a will to eradicate evil!"

He suddenly opened his eyes, and the tortoise and snake sword marks on the sword monument had returned to calm.

However, within the core of the first ice sword-shaped divine thought in the sea of ​​consciousness, another black and white intertwined sword intent seed appeared.

It combines strength and flexibility, offense and defense.

"The way of Yin and Yang is to achieve harmony and balance."

Zhao Wuji gently stroked the Zhenwu Broken Sword, and the faint phantom of a tortoise and snake appeared on the blade.

With a thought, he suddenly unleashed the True Martial Broken Sword.

The sword's movements appear slow and tortoise-like, but in reality, they conceal a swift and fierce edge, like the shadow of a snake.

Where the sword energy passed, the air seemed to be ground by a Tai Chi millstone, silently cracking open a black and white interwoven sword mark.

Not far from the cliff, Xiao Chenzhou was startled. Turning around, he saw Zhao Wuji draw his sword, and his pupils shrank. A storm raged in his heart: "Yin and Yang complement each other, and the combination of strength and gentleness is clearly Zhang Zhenren's Tai Chi sword intent!"

What kind of freak is this?

He studied diligently for months without gaining even a fraction of the true essence of swordsmanship.

They hadn't even had any contact with each other, yet Zhao Wuji had already grasped it!

Zhao Wuji sheathed his sword and stood still, his eyes revealing a restrained brilliance, as deep and unwavering as a mountain.

At this moment, his attack was like a black snake spitting its tongue, fierce and unparalleled.

Its defenses are like a black tortoise carrying the sky, as stable as Mount Tai.

His swordsmanship has reached a new level!
A spiritual light flowed across the surface of the Yin-Yang Beads, revealing a line of ancient seal script:
【Swordsmanship Level: Outstanding (581/5000)】 However, Zhao Wuji knew that he had not yet grasped the level of swordsmanship where one sword can encompass all techniques.

"The further you progress in this technique, the more difficult it becomes to cultivate. To comprehend the myriad techniques of a single sword, you may need to understand even more sword intents and fuse them into one."

One sword, myriad techniques; the sword contains myriad transformations; wind, fire, thunder, lightning, yin and yang, all can be imitated with ease; its changes are endless and unfathomable.

Currently, he can also use the Qi-transforming and Qi-modifying techniques of guiding qi, combined with swordsmanship to alter the attributes of sword qi, barely simulating some of its power, but ultimately...
Adding one more step reduces its power by seven-tenths!

"How much time has it taken to comprehend this?"

Zhao Wuji finished his practice, stood up, and looked around.

He used his divine sense to inquire of Xiao Chenzhou, who was far away, and learned that more than half a month had passed.

"Fellow Daoist Xiao."

He bowed respectfully from afar and said in a loud voice:
"I have fully deciphered the mysteries of the sword stele. Now that this place has been returned to its rightful owner, I shall take my leave."

Xiao Chenzhou was surprised, but he suppressed his shock and then nodded and said, "The Sword Tomb is only open for nine months each time, and there is only one month left before it closes. I will not stay for long."

"When Fellow Daoist Zhao comes to Beiyun Dizhou in the future, he must come to challenge me to a sword duel. You may come and go as you please among the seven peaks of the Qilin Sword Sect!"

"Easy to say!"

Zhao Wuji smiled nonchalantly, then rode his sword into the air, and with a flash of sword light, he disappeared into the void.

Over the next three days, he first ordered Lan Canghai, who was outside the Sword Tomb, to go to Tiannan first.

Afterwards, he went to Tianxuan Island to experience the Star Fiend Sword Intent that Xinghe Daoren had mentioned.

Under the tempering of the Star Fiend Sword Intent, the three personal swords gleamed even more fiercely!
The sword-forging secrets he discovered deep within were an unexpected delight, making it easier for him to forge swords on his own in the future.

As for the opportunities on the main islands such as Tianquan Island
"It's not too late to collect it in the next sixty years."

His gaze drifted towards the direction of Kunlongyuan:

When the time comes, if we are strong enough, we will definitely explore Dragon Abyss and seize the Azure Sea Dragon Pearl and the Fungus Demon!
"This harvest will take time to digest."

While they were pondering, they had already arrived above Tianqiao Island.

From afar, a crimson sword light could be seen crisscrossing the sky above the island like a raging fire, leaving the two sword cultivators from Penglai Sword Pavilion struggling to defend themselves and in a sorry state.

The sword light had condensed from its initial nine zhang to five zhang. Although it was not as powerful as the sword energy and thunderous sound, it was still sharp and revealed its edge, scorching the surrounding clouds and mist.

"My master's swordsmanship has improved again."

He smiled slightly and landed on the island in a flash.

"Master's nephew!"

Yan Lan's red robes fluttered in the wind, and the Hunyuan Sword, sensing her presence, suddenly flew back to her side.

Her phoenix eyes were bright as she waved to the two sword cultivators from Penglai Sword Pavilion not far away, "Alright, my junior nephew is here. You can leave now. You don't need to practice swordsmanship with me anymore."

The two sword cultivators from Penglai Sword Pavilion were relieved, glanced at Zhao Wuji with awe, quickly bowed, and left in a sorry state.

The ghost doesn't want to practice swordsmanship with you, you shrewish woman.

They just happened to be passing by and glanced at the beautiful female swordswoman a couple of times, only to be met with a barrage of sword strikes.

In the end, he was forced to stay and train with the students for several days.

In terms of sword control, they were somewhat inferior, and in terms of cultivation, they were far behind. They couldn't even escape, and they were left speechless with despair.

At this moment, Yan Lan looked at Zhao Wuji, her face filled with undisguised joy: "Junior Nephew, the sword fruit of Tianqiao Island is indeed profound. I can already compress the sword rainbow to five zhang. Give me some more time, and I estimate I will be able to comprehend the sword qi thunder sound."

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly noticed something was wrong with Zhao Wuji's expression, and her smile vanished: "What happened?"

"Uncle-Master, that old dog Zhang Sichen attacked Linlang Cave while we were away. I've already decided to leave Sword Tomb and go back to deal with this trouble."

Zhao Wuji spoke in a deep voice, recounting the situation in detail.

"what?!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Lan's phoenix eyes narrowed suddenly, and the sword energy around her surged like a volcanic eruption.

Sensing its master's anger, the Hunyuan Sword rang out with a "clang," its crimson sword light scorching the nearby rocks into glass.

"What a foolish old man! The score from back then hasn't been settled yet, and he still dares to come back to cause trouble?"

She laughed in anger, her red robes fluttering even without wind: "Nephew, let's leave the Sword Tomb right now and join forces to kill this old dog!"

With our current strength, plus your men, we can definitely take him down.

Knowing that Yan Lan would be furious upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji immediately nodded: "That's exactly what I was thinking. However, Master Uncle, please calm down. This Sword Tomb will only open after sixty years. Why don't you stay here to continue your meditation, Master Uncle?"

"Comprehension my ass!"

Yan Lan's eyebrows furrowed, and she drew her Hunyuan Sword completely, drawing a crimson streak in the air: "There's only one month left now. Further improvements won't make much difference. The important thing is to kill Zhang Sichen and completely eliminate any future worries!"

As she spoke, she formed a sword incantation, and the Hunyuan Sword transformed into a crimson rainbow, flying first towards the exit of the Sword Tomb: "Go! If I don't kill this old dog, I, Yan Lan, will write my name backwards!"

"This senior brother"

Zhao Wuji shook his head and chuckled, saying nothing more. The Cold Soul Sword appeared in response, wrapping around his body.

The two swords, one red and one white, streaked across the thirty-six sub-islands like shooting stars chasing the moon, heading straight for the entrance to the Sword Tomb.

Many sword cultivators who were meditating along the way looked up and saw the two sword lights looking fierce.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the sea of ​​clouds was torn apart, and they could only look at each other in dismay.

"Aren't those the two who swept through the outer perimeter a few days ago?"

"Judging from this, it seems they're about to leave the Sword Tomb!"

"Phew, they're finally leaving. Having those two around always gave me a strange sense of pressure."

At the entrance to the Sword Tomb, disciples of the Penglai Sword Pavilion are on duty.

Li Qingxiao saw two sword lights coming from afar, and felt a sharp sword intent rushing towards him. His skin felt as if it were being pricked by thousands of fine needles, and his expression changed instantly.

As soon as Zhao Wuji flew out of the Sword Tomb on his sword, he saw Elder Mo Wenjian of the Qilin Sword Sect sitting with his hands behind his back on the rocks at the entrance of the canyon. His gray robe was fluttering, and the sword token at his waist gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

"Young friend, please wait!"

Upon seeing Zhao Wuji's sword light, Mo Wenjian suddenly smiled and spoke, his voice clear and melodious like the ringing of a sword.

Zhao Wuji's sword flashed for a moment, hovering in mid-air. He clasped his hands in a salute and asked, "What are your orders, Elder?"

His gaze swept across the entrance to the canyon.

The disciples of Penglai Sword Pavilion, including Li Qingxiao, were looking in this direction with expressions of surprise and uncertainty.

"I am fully aware of your performance in the Sword Tomb, young friend."

Mo Wenjian stroked his beard and smiled, his eyes flashing with a sharp light: "He defeated two of my sect's top sword masters and even comprehended the sword intent of the Azure Lotus Sword Immortal and Zhang Zhenren. Such sword talent would be considered top-notch even in the heyday of my Qilin Sword Sect."

As he spoke, he suddenly took a step forward, his figure piercing the sky like a sword rainbow, instantly covering a distance of a hundred feet and arriving in front of Zhao Wuji.

"I won't beat around the bush."

Mo Wenjian's gaze was intense as he stared at Zhao Wuji and smiled, "Young friend, would you be willing to join my Qilin Sword Sect?"

These words shocked not only the disciples of the Qilin Sword Sect below, but also the disciples of the Penglai Sword Pavilion watching from afar.

Li Qingxiao's pupils constricted sharply, unable to believe it.

The Third Elder of the Qilin Sword Sect actually condescended to personally recruit a cultivator from an outer sect.
"This"

Zhao Wuji frowned slightly: "Elder Mo, I am merely a cultivator from an outer cave realm. To your Qilin Sword Sect, I wasn't personally nurtured; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say my origins are unknown. Why?"

"Hahaha!"

Mo Wenjian suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter like rolling thunder: "The path of sword cultivators is to see one's true nature and understand one's heart. Just ask about the sword in your hand, why ask about one's origin?"

Our Qilin Sword Sect has stood for over a thousand years, and our ability to become the leading force in Beiyun Dizhou is all thanks to our inclusive and magnanimous spirit!

As he spoke, he suddenly transmitted his voice secretly: "To be honest, in this degenerate age, both of our sect's ancestors and sect leader are in seclusion, hoping to survive until the spiritual energy recovers."

Otherwise, with your talent, young friend, you would surely be personally accepted as a disciple by the Ancestor, enjoying the privileges of a direct descendant and ranking among the Sword Masters.

Mo Wenjian's gaze was intense: "Although I can only offer you the treatment of an inner disciple for now, I swear on my sword heart that when spiritual energy recovers in the future, I will definitely strive for the position of direct disciple for you!"

These words were spoken with true feeling.

A strange feeling arose in Zhao Wuji's heart.

Mo Wenjian seemed eager to find talented people, but his words always gave him a strange sense of unease.

He is indeed talented, and by the standards of the Qilin Sword Sect, he is a prodigy.

But the seven sword masters of the Qilin Sword Sect are all quite good, only slightly inferior to him in comparison. Why is it like this?

"Elder Mo's kindness is truly overwhelming for me."

He calmly cupped his hands in greeting, saying, "But I, Zhao, am accustomed to a life of leisure and freedom, I'm afraid..."

"Young friend, there's no need for an immediate reply."

Mo Wenjian seemed to have expected this, and with a flick of his wrist, he took out a dark sword token: "Within three years, young friend, you may come to Beiyun Dizhou to find me at any time with this sword token."

He suddenly added meaningfully, "I've heard that the Linglang Cave Heaven where you are is controlled by the Wang family."
"If you join my sect, these troubles, including your past grievances, will naturally be resolved by the Sword Sect."

Zhao Wuji's heart skipped a beat.

That old fox! It seems the Qilin Sword Sect has been paying attention to the Wang family for a long time and has also investigated their situation.

"Thank you for your kindness, Elder Mo."

He calmly accepted the sword token: "I need to consider this further. If I am interested, I will definitely come to the Sword Sect within three years."

Mo Wenjian wasn't annoyed, stroking his beard and smiling, "Of course. However..."

He abruptly changed the subject, his tone suddenly becoming serious: "Young friend, please use the items you obtained at the Sword Washing Spring with caution. That broken sword is extremely problematic."

"Since this sword has chosen you, I don't know whether it's a blessing or a curse."

Zhao Wuji's pupils suddenly contracted.

This old fellow actually knew about the broken sword of Zhenwu.

It seems that some arrangements of the Qilin Sword Sect are still left in the Sword Tomb, or perhaps the riot at the Sword Washing Spring alarmed them.

"What do you mean by that, Elder?" he asked, feigning ignorance.

Mo Wenjian gave him a deep look, then suddenly transmitted his voice secretly: "The object suppressed in the Sword Tomb is not something that ordinary cultivators can control."

But rest assured, my friend, the sword will find its own master. As the leader of the righteous path, my Qilin Sword Sect will not interfere.

If you, young friend, are willing to join our sect in the future, I might be able to offer some guidance. Otherwise, I fear there may be trouble.

Mo Wenjian smiled meaningfully: "Young friend, please go. Remember, the gates of the Qilin Sword Sect will always be open for you."

After saying that, he glanced at Yan Lan, then transformed into a sword and left.

"What does that old guy want with you?"

Yan Lan flew closer, her phoenix eyes scanning the surroundings warily: "Could it be that someone's looking for trouble?"

"Quite the opposite."

Zhao Wuji put away the sword token and said calmly, "This Elder Mo wants to recruit me into the Qilin Sword Sect."

"what?!"

Yan Lan's beautiful eyes widened, her red lips slightly parted: "You want to join the Qilin Sword Sect?"

She suddenly grabbed Zhao Wuji's arm, excitedly saying, "Great news! If you join the Qilin Sword Sect, your future..."

"Uncle."

Zhao Wuji interrupted her, his gaze deep: "This matter requires careful consideration. Don't forget how the Wang family treated Linlang Cave Heaven, and how Zhang Sichen treated his offspring."

Yan Lan was taken aback, then nodded slightly, understanding Zhao Wuji's concerns.

"Let's go back first and deal with this troublemaker, Zhang Sichen!"
Three days ago, I ordered Lan Canghai to go to Tiannan to track down this person's whereabouts.

(End of this chapter)