After everyone was reborn, I was strictly disciplined.

Born with the bones of a sword!

These four words are synonymous with legend in the cultivation world. They represent a top-tier talent that drives countless cultivators crazy, terrifies them, and makes them envious for their entire lives.

Throughout history, all those who possess innate sword bones have been exceptionally gifted and favored by heaven. They are born to live in harmony with the sword and walk the path of the Dao.

They embarked on the path of sword practice without any bottlenecks or constraints. With a single thought, they achieved enlightenment, and wherever their hearts went, their swords followed. Their cultivation speed far surpassed that of ordinary cultivators, often by a hundred or even a thousand times.

The threshold of sword cultivation, which others struggle to reach in their entire lives, is as easy as breathing or drinking water for them.

With such extraordinary talent, he will surely be able to comprehend the true essence of swordsmanship, become a sword immortal who roams the world and commands the respect of all immortals, and leave his name in the annals of cultivation.

The Lin family, to which Lin Feng belongs, is a renowned family of sword cultivators in the cultivation world, with a history spanning thousands of years. Their sword skills are unparalleled, and their foundation is profound.

The Lin family's ancestor was a naturally gifted swordsman with extraordinary talent. He has now cultivated to the late stage of the Mahayana realm, just one step away from the legendary realm of immortality.

He also took charge of Hanfeng Valley, and as the chief elder of the valley, he held a transcendent position, his word was law, and even the major cultivation sects had to show him respect.

But who would have thought that the Lin family would suffer a great calamity in recent years? War broke out in the cultivation world and the demon world. The Lin family disciples bravely went to war, but they suffered heavy casualties and their elites were almost wiped out. Even the next generation of young disciples suffered a serious shortage. The once great Lin family gradually began to decline.

Lin Feng saw this and was very anxious.

Now, a person born with sword bones has appeared before him, and he is the grandson he has recognized.

Isn't this a sign of divine mercy, granting the Lin family a glimmer of hope and a chance to regain their glory?

Thinking of this, Lin Feng's excitement surged even more, and the spiritual energy in his body couldn't help but stir. The shock in his eyes had long been replaced by ecstasy.

He could no longer contain himself and flew to Xie Xingran, his voice filled with urgency and tenderness as he carefully comforted her, afraid of frightening his grandson whom he had just regained.

"Child, don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Your grandfather is truly your grandfather, I would never harm you!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and waved it, and a warm and translucent white jade tablet appeared in his palm. He gently handed the jade tablet to Xie Xingran, his eyes filled with anticipation and trepidation.

"Child, touch it, and Grandpa will test your spiritual root, okay?"

"Get away from me!"

Xie Xingran grew increasingly impatient with his persistent pestering. Her brows furrowed, her face flushed red, and she angrily waved Lin Feng away, her tone filled with hostility and resistance.

"I'm not your grandson! Stop talking nonsense!"

His movements were so quick and abrupt that his fingertips accidentally brushed against the white jade tablet.

In an instant, the originally warm and understated white jade tablet suddenly burst out with a dazzling nine-colored light. The various colors intertwined and entwined, and the light was so pure and brilliant that it was blinding.

The light swirled and flowed in the air for a moment, then slowly merged and converged under Lin Feng's burning and shocked gaze, eventually shedding all its complex colors and condensing into an exceptionally high-class and mysterious silver-gray.

The color was somewhere between reality and illusion, seemingly there yet nowhere, but it possessed a majestic aura that transcended all things, enveloping the entire space.

"This is...this is..."

Lin Feng's eyes widened suddenly, his ecstatic expression freezing instantly, replaced by utter shock and disbelief.

He stared intently at the jade pendant radiating a silvery-gray light, then abruptly turned to Xie Xingran, his lips trembling, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time. Finally, with all his remaining strength, he roared in a hoarse voice, "It's a Chaos Spiritual Root! It's the legendary Chaos Spiritual Root!"

"Hahahahaha—"

A burst of manic and exhilarating laughter erupted from Lin Feng's mouth. He laughed so hard that his whole body trembled, and tears almost streamed down his face. His eyes were filled with the relief of surviving a disaster and the ecstasy of defying fate.

"A chaotic spiritual root! Innate sword bones! Heaven blesses the Lin family! Truly, heaven blesses the Lin family!"

The Chaos Spiritual Root is a top-tier spiritual root that is ten thousand times rarer than the Supreme Spiritual Root. Legend has it that it can only be conceived at the beginning of the creation of heaven and earth. Those who possess such a spiritual root can contain the spiritual power of all things in heaven and earth, and their cultivation will be invincible. They can even break through the shackles of the Heavenly Dao and achieve the supreme Dao.

Now, his grandson actually possesses both a chaotic spiritual root and a natural sword bone. Such talent has never been seen before in the entire history of the cultivation world!

Lin Feng forcibly suppressed the madness in his heart, his gaze fixed intently on Xie Xingran, his tone full of solemnity and tenderness, even his voice carrying a barely perceptible plea:

"Child, tell your grandfather your name. I know you may harbor resentment, or you may not believe me, but don't worry, as long as you come back to the Lin family with me, I will do everything in my power to make it up to you, and I will never let you suffer the slightest grievance again!"

Xie Xingran frowned. "You should get rid of this broken sword and stop blocking my way. That would be the greatest compensation you can give me."

At this moment, all he wanted to do was escape from here and return to the Fire Marrow Pill Holy Land. He had no interest in getting entangled with Lin Feng about these things, let alone going back to the Lin family with him.

Seeing this, Lin Feng was not angry at all; instead, he became even more determined to bring Xie Xingran back to the Lin family.

So, with a serious expression, he made a promise: "Child, you are born with sword bones and have chaotic spiritual roots. Your future achievements are limitless and cannot be contained by this small place."

"I promise you, as long as you return to the Lin family with me, you will have complete control over all the Lin family's cultivation resources, and no one will dare to stop you; in the future, you will be the next head of the Lin family, the heir to both Hanfeng Valley and the Lin family!"

Such a promise would have made an ordinary cultivator overjoyed, causing them to kneel in gratitude.

Xie Xingran simply rolled her eyes, her tone dismissive and impatient: "I'm not going! Who wants to be the head of your Lin family? Get out of my way!"

Seeing Xie Xingran's resolute attitude and her unyielding attitude, Lin Feng couldn't help but feel anxious and helpless.

He knew he couldn't force the child any further, otherwise it would only backfire and make him more resistant. After a moment's thought, he suppressed his anxiety and asked softly:

"Child, since you don't want to come back to the Lin family with me, then tell me, where is your mother, Lin Shuyi, now?"

He thought to himself that since Xie Xingran refused to go back, he would go find his daughter Lin Shuyi first.

My daughter has been wandering outside for more than ten years and has suffered so much. It's time for her to come home.

Moreover, with the outside world in turmoil, where can one find a reliable backer like the Lin family?

As long as Shuyi is willing to come back, the child will eventually come back with her, given the bond between mother and daughter, and between grandmother and grandchild.

"Mother?"

Upon hearing these two words, Xie Xingran tilted his head slightly, recalling Lu's mother's words. Lu's mother had said that she was an orphan and all alone, but he had never delved into it.

After a moment's thought, he spoke in a flat, casual tone, as if he were talking about something trivial that had nothing to do with him: "She's long dead."

"What?! Dead?!"

These words struck Lin Feng like a thunderbolt, leaving him completely stunned.

The color drained from his face instantly, turning him deathly pale, his expression filled with disbelief.

He swayed, as if all his strength had been drained away. His expression was blank, his eyes vacant, and his lips trembled as he muttered to himself over and over again, "Dead? Shuyi is dead? My daughter... is dead?"

Lin Feng felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if it were being cut by a knife. He couldn't believe that the daughter he had been searching for for more than ten years was now dead!

In fact, in a large family like the Lin family that has been cultivating immortality for thousands of years, every bloodline member has a life lamp lit in the ancestral hall at the time of birth. The life lamp is connected to the bloodline and shares life and death.

Family members can know the life or death of their bloodline members simply by observing the burning of their natal lamp.

But back then, Lin Shuyi left the Lin family in a fit of pique. In order to completely escape the family's pursuit and sever all ties, she personally shattered her own natal lamp before leaving.

It is precisely because of this that for more than a decade, Lin Feng has been unable to ascertain the fate of his daughter, and can only search aimlessly, day after day, year after year, never giving up.

He had fantasized countless times that his daughter might be living a peaceful life under an assumed name, and that one day she might come back on her own. But he never expected that what awaited him would be such a cruel outcome.

Overwhelming grief and rage instantly engulfed Lin Feng. His aura suddenly became violent and icy, and a monstrous killing intent erupted without reservation. That killing intent was far more terrifying than the previous pressure, carrying the extreme rage of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, as if it would burn the entire world to ashes.

His eyes were bloodshot, his voice hoarse and filled with boundless ferocity as he roared, "Who?! Who killed my daughter! I will grind him to dust and annihilate his soul!"

"Well……"

Xie Xingran's cultivation was already inferior to Lin Feng's, and when he was enveloped by this sudden and overwhelming killing intent and pressure, he felt a heavy tightness in his chest, his blood surging, and he couldn't help but groan. His small body curled up slightly, and his face turned a little pale.

Lin Feng only snapped out of his daze when he heard Xie Xingran's muffled groan. He instantly suppressed his murderous aura and oppressive presence, and the fierceness on his face faded, replaced by a deep-seated grief.

Looking at Xie Xingran's pale face, he felt a pang of tenderness and guilt. He couldn't help but reach out, wanting to hold his lonely grandson in his arms and comfort him.

But as soon as his hand approached, it was forced back by the sacred earth flames igniting around Xie Xingran.

"Child, I'm sorry, Grandpa lost his temper." Lin Feng's voice was hoarse and sorrowful, his eyes bloodshot. "Tell Grandpa, your mother... how did she die? Who killed her?"

Xie Xingran shook her head, her tone still calm, even tinged with impatience: "I don't know."

Lu's mother had never said anything about it, only vaguely mentioning that both his parents had died, so he naturally didn't bother to investigate such unimportant matters.

The sorrow in Raymond Lam's eyes deepened: "How did you grow up? Has anyone taken care of you all these years? Have you suffered a lot?"

In his view, Xie Xingran had lost her mother and was wandering alone in this treacherous world, with no one to care for her or love her, and it was only with great difficulty that she had grown up to be this old.

This child's indifference and resistance towards himself must be due to the immense suffering and hardship he has endured over the years, which is why he has armed himself with coldness.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng felt even more guilty and heartbroken.

"What's it to you? Get lost!"

Xie Xingran was completely fed up with the questions. His face tightened. He no longer wanted to get entangled with Lin Feng. With a flick of his wrist, he manipulated the sacred fire of the earth veins around him, condensing it into long whips of flame, and fiercely attacked Lin Feng.

Taking advantage of Lin Feng's moment of evasion, he turned around and prepared to take off and quickly escape from this place that was causing him so much annoyance.

"Grandson, don't go!"

Seeing this, Lin Feng became anxious and quickly followed after them.

He no longer cared about the burning pain from the flames. Ignoring the intense heat, he reached out and grabbed Xie Xingran's wrist tightly, his voice filled with pleading and reluctance: "Grandson, don't go. Grandpa just wants to take good care of you, okay?"

"Let go! You old bastard Lin!"

Just then, a deafening roar suddenly came from the horizon, full of anger and anxiety.

Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat, and he looked up sharply. He saw a figure shrouded in a dense aura of alchemical fire at the edge of the sky.

He was furious, his face full of anger, his eyes fixed on Lin Feng's hand that was holding Xie Xingran's wrist, as if he wanted to devour Lin Feng alive, and he rushed towards them.

It was Liu Xuan.