Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Amos and the others exchanged bewildered glances, not understanding why Lancelot was so happy after his defeat.

Lancelot laughed for a long time before gritting his teeth and looking at Xilun.

His surprise quickly turned to anger, and he strode forward.

"OK!"

"So you've come here, kid!"

"The monastery nearly turned the entire Blackwater Abyss upside down searching for you. The disciplinary deacons interrogated over a dozen groups of disciples who left the Wonderland prematurely; I was even called in for questioning twice!"

"And you, you've gone and changed your appearance, traveled hundreds of miles away, and are even impersonating me!"

Xilun carried the Thunder Spear on his back.

"I don't want to either."

"After being swept away by the spatial turbulence, I woke up to find myself nearby."

Lancelot paused, looking him up and down.

What happened to your face?

Xilun raised his hand and touched the side of his face.

How would I know?

"My energy was almost completely dispersed in the spatial turbulence, but I was lucky to only have my appearance slightly altered."

The two exchanged a glance.

Lancelot laughed again.

A faint smile appeared on Xilun's lips.

The tense atmosphere from the previous exchange dissipated in an instant.

Fuya stepped forward, looked at Xilun carefully for a moment, and finally recognized him from his eyes and brows.

"Is it really you?"

"You didn't come out when the Blackwater Abyss was sealed off; Elena stayed at the entrance the whole time. Even after the elders confirmed that there was no sign of life in the wonderland, she refused to believe it."

"The monastery probably still thinks you are dead or alive."

Xilun's eyes flickered slightly.

"Is Elena alright?"

"fine."

Lancelot nodded.

"Randall also came out alive, but he was seriously injured. Although you shattered the identity cards of Tinos and Roy, at least they survived."

At this point, he seemed to suddenly remember something and looked at Xilun with a strange expression.

"So what you said earlier about Tinos being defeated by you was actually the truth?"

Siron calmly replied:

"I have no reason to lie about something like this."

Lancelot remained silent for a moment.

He had already guessed part of the truth from the fact that Tinos was seriously injured and left Wonderland, but hearing Siren admit it to him personally still shocked him.

When Xilun entered the Blackwater Abyss, his strength was only comparable to that of the top twenty disciples of the Inner Court.

In a short time, he was able to defeat Tinos.

Although the deep-water environment played a role, victory is victory.

Tinos lacks the ability to adapt to the Blackwater, while Siren does, which in itself is part of their strength.

On the other side, Amos's face was completely drained of color.

Really.

This Wu Shisan is not only a true disciple of the inner court of the Holy Light Monastery, but also the Xilun that the entire monastery is currently searching for.

What's even more terrifying is that he actually defeated Tinos!

Remembering his earlier statement that Xilun was all bark and no bite, Amos's back was quickly soaked with cold sweat.

The man with the short gun felt his legs go weak and could barely stand.

After he fled back to the Mad Dragon Cave, he swore that Xilun was a rogue cultivator posing as an imposter.

Amos believed in his judgment, which is why he gathered his men and chased him to this place, and even specially notified Lancelot to come and settle accounts.

In retrospect, they weren't using someone else to do their dirty work at all.

It was clear that they had proactively brought the witness to Siron's presence.

Amos quietly took a step back.

Xilun seemed to have sensed something was amiss and turned to look at him.

"The True Teachings of Amos"

"where are you going?"

Amos froze, managing a forced smile.

"It was all a misunderstanding."

"Since Lord Xilun is indeed a disciple of the monastery, there must be more to the story about Qing Shi Yi."

"I will reinvestigate when I get back."

Lancelot's smile gradually faded.

Although he is straightforward, he is not stupid.

Based on what the two sides had said previously, we can roughly guess what happened.

"You people from Mad Dragon Cave broke into Xilun's room in the middle of the night to assassinate him, were killed in retaliation, and then chased him all the way here?"

Amos quickly said:

There must be some misunderstanding here.

"We only believed one side of the story."

He glared fiercely at the man with the short gun.

The man with the short gun turned pale and hurriedly knelt down.

"A true disciple! I had no idea he was actually a disciple of the monastery!"

"He couldn't produce a badge, nor was he wearing disciple's robes; I'm just judging based on common sense..."

Xilun interrupted:

"If you wish to settle accounts, you may continue."

"I'm right here."

The faces of the group from Kuanglong Cave grew even uglier.

Continue liquidation?

Even Lancelot was defeated; even if all of them attacked together, they might not be able to withstand ten shots from Xilun.

Moreover, Lancelot has now sided with Xiren, and Fuya has placed her hand on her weapon.

Amos took a deep breath and lowered his head to say:

"This matter was not properly investigated by the Mad Dragon Cave."

"Since the disciple who died earlier took the initiative to assassinate, he deserved to die."

"The items in the cave all belonged to Lord Xilun; Mad Dragon Cave will never lay a finger on them."

When he uttered his last words, it felt like his heart was bleeding.

A cave dwelling left behind by a third-tier extreme realm expert, which may also contain fourth-tier cultivation techniques and advancement materials.

But now, even if he had the guts, he wouldn't dare mention the allocation again.

Siren looked at Amos for several breaths.

Although the other party is despicable, they haven't actually made a move against him yet.

The most important thing now is to return to the Monastery of Holy Light.

There was no need for him to waste his energy here and forge a deadly feud with the Mad Dragon Cave.

"Get lost."

Amos's face twitched, but he didn't dare to refute.

"Walk."

He gave a low shout and quickly retreated into the woods with several of his men.

The man with the pistol got up from the ground, ready to follow.

A streak of lightning suddenly flashed past from behind.

boom!

The lightning struck his right leg.

The man screamed as his knee slammed heavily onto the ground.

Xilun didn't turn around, but calmly said:

"You owe me half a life, but I'll spare you for now."

"If there's a next time, I'll personally go to the Mad Dragon Cave and take the remaining half."

The man with the short gun was sweating profusely. He gritted his teeth and dragged his injured leg into the woods.

Only after the figures had completely disappeared did Lancelot walk to the edge of the cliff and look at the spot where Ulran had been nailed to the ground.

"People from the Sea Demon Palace?"

"Um."

Xilun glanced down at the back of his hand.

Despite the icy chill that sealed it off, the Blood Soul Seal continued to pulsate slowly.

"She tried to steal things from the cave, but I killed her. Before she died, she left behind a blood soul mark."

Lancelot looked grave.

"The Sea Demon Palace is extremely protective of its own. Once the Blood Soul Seal is left behind, fellow disciples can use secret techniques to sense the approximate location."

"You'd better go back to the monastery as soon as possible and ask the elders to help you clean it up."

Xilun nodded.

"That's exactly what I was thinking too."

Fuya walked to the stone gate of the cave and looked at the several boxes placed outside.

"Are you taking all of these things with you?"

"Most of them were ordinary valuables."

Xilun said:

"I arranged to meet someone at Chitupo, where there is also a Black Feather Express."

Lancelot pulled the Frost Tide Blade from the rock and shook off the ice shards from its blade.

"We're just about to head back to the vicinity of Star Ring City anyway."

"I'll help you load your things onto your horse first, then I'll accompany you to Red Earth Slope. You don't have your identity token or disciple's robes now; if we encounter another misunderstanding on the road, are you planning to beat up everyone?"

Xilun glanced at him.

"This is what you should do."

Lancelot was taken aback.

"What should I do?"

"You disrespect your elders and even tried to attack me with a knife just now."

Xilun spoke calmly.

"I'll help you move a few boxes as an apology."

Lancelot's temple throbbed slightly.

"You really think you're some kind of mentor?"

"Those who achieve success come first."

"..."

Fuya couldn't help but chuckle softly.

The tense atmosphere from just now completely dissipated.

The three of them quickly organized the remaining items in the cave and placed them behind the two galloping horses.

Xilun returned to the stone chamber to check again, making sure that no rootless leaves, ghost bone leaves, or the scroll of "Zhenyue Bone" had been missed before sealing the stone door.

Before leaving, he stood in front of the stone bench and glanced at the shattered skeleton.

A third-tier extreme realm expert who once attempted to break through to the fourth tier ultimately died silently in this desolate mountain cave.

If the map hadn't been accidentally leaked, it might have remained undiscovered for decades.

That is the path to extraordinary achievements.

Taking a step forward may grant you greater power and a longer life.

It's also possible that their bones will be completely shattered, their internal organs will collapse, and in the end, they won't even be able to leave behind their names.

Lun withdrew his gaze and turned to leave.

Outside the cliff, sunlight streamed through gaps in the clouds, casting dappled light and shadow over the distant forest.

Lancelot waited by the stone gate, leading his horse.

"Let's go."

"There are probably still quite a few people at the monastery waiting for you to return alive."

Xilun mounted his horse.

The ancient water breath in his chest flowed slowly with his breathing, while a faint tremor came from the depths of the blood lock in his right arm.

The secrets brought out from the Blackwater Abyss are far more precious than this cave, and far more dangerous than the pursuit from the Sea Demon Palace.

The seal on the eight-armed evil god can only last for a maximum of ten years.

And his time has already begun to count down.

Xilun gripped the reins tightly and looked toward Star Ring City.

"Let's go back to the monastery first."

The next moment, the three horses galloped out of the forest and sped away along the winding mountain road.

......

The hill behind the Holy Light Monastery.

The steep cliffs were shrouded in a thin layer of cold mist, and a few low pine trees peeked out from the cracks in the rocks, their branches and leaves covered with fine water droplets.

The mountain wind whistled through the cliffs, occasionally startling a few gray-feathered tits.

In the center of the cliff, a cave is deeply embedded in the gray-white rock wall.

Three whale oil lamps burned inside the cave, their bright yellow light dispelling the chill.

Swain sat cross-legged on a black stone platform, his hands resting naturally on his knees, with a cup of tea that had long since gone cold in front of him.

He appeared to be meditating, but his brow remained perpetually furrowed.

A series of hurried footsteps came from outside the stone gate.

The disciple guarding the cave entrance strode in, stopped five steps away from the stone platform, and bowed in respect.

"teacher."

Swain did not open his eyes.

Still no news?

The disciple hesitated for a moment, then whispered:

"We checked all the gathering points near the Blackwater Abyss and also asked the inner court disciples who left the Wonderland early."

"No one saw Junior Brother Xilun leave."

"The elder in charge of maintaining the magical formation also said that before the magical realm was sealed, the presence of living people could no longer be sensed inside."

The cave became quiet.

The flame of the whale oil lamp swayed gently in the mountain breeze that seeped in through the cracks in the rocks, and Swain's shadow on the wall swayed accordingly.

After a few breaths, he slowly opened his eyes.

"Not being able to sense the presence of a living person does not necessarily mean that the person is dead."

His voice remained steady.

The disciple, however, detected a rare hint of weariness in this calm demeanor.

Swain didn't have many disciples, and he never liked to interfere with their choices.

The path of cultivation is inherently dangerous. If disciples need to be protected by their masters every time they encounter a crisis, they will never truly grow.

But Xilun is different.

It wasn't because Xilun was the most talented, nor because of his amazing performance in the Blackwater Abyss.

Swain was well aware that Siron was carrying a heavy burden.

The young man appeared calm and acted coldly, rarely showing any emotion even when faced with danger, as if nothing could shake him.

That is precisely why, once Xiren decides to do something, it is very difficult for anyone to persuade him to change his mind.

The strange events that occurred before the Blackwater Abyss was sealed off made even several elders reluctant to approach it easily.

But Xilun simply disappeared there.

After a moment's thought, the disciple said:

"Teacher, there's one more thing."

"explain."

"Senior Brother Tinos has woken up."

When the name was mentioned, Swain's eyes didn't change much.

"How are your injuries?"

"The black water's death aura has been dispelled, and the shoulder and sternum have been reconnected. However, the qi and blood are severely depleted, and the patient will need at least two months of rest."

The disciple paused for a moment, then lowered his voice even further.

"According to Senior Brother Roy, Junior Brother Xilun seems to have used some means to first send him out of the Wonderland, and then forced Senior Brother Tinos to crush his identity token in the depths of the Blackwater."

"As a result, Senior Brother Tinos lost his eligibility for the Hunting Day."

"Although he hasn't said anything publicly since he woke up, he's refused to see anyone for the past few days. Some people heard him smashing things in the treatment room, so he probably already holds a grudge against Junior Brother Xilun."

Swain picked up the teacup on the stone table, but just as he brought it to his lips, he realized that the tea had gone cold.

He didn't drink it; he simply put the teacup down again.

"It's a trivial matter, not worth mentioning."

The disciple was taken aback.

Tinos is the second-ranked disciple in the inner court, and his family has a strong presence in the Chaotic Sea.

In terms of both strength and connections, they are far beyond what ordinary third-tier extraordinary individuals can compare to.

Being resented by this kind of person is by no means a trivial matter.

Swain glanced at him and said calmly:

"In the same realm, vying for opportunities, each relying on their own abilities."

"If Tinos had won, Xiren might not have even had a chance to smash his identity card. Now that he's lost, are we supposed to let someone else avenge him?"

"The monastery trains practitioners, not children who can't accept defeat."

The disciple bowed his head and replied:

"Yes."

Swain was silent for a moment, his gaze falling on the flickering lights.

"Moreover, with Xilun's fate still uncertain, I, as his teacher, am not at ease."

"We'll talk about Tinos when he comes back alive."

As the last sentence fell, the atmosphere in the cave became even heavier.

The disciple didn't know how to respond, so he could only stand quietly.

Swain tapped his fingers lightly twice on the stone table, then suddenly asked:

"How are the Ice Spirit Elixir and Fire Spirit Fruit I asked you to prepare?"

The disciple immediately replied:

"The Ice Spirit Elixir has been delivered from the north, in two bottles, both sealed with cold jade. The Fire Spirit Fruit has also been acquired, but its quality is slightly inferior, with about 10% of its fire element lost."

"It's alright."

"That's enough to mix with the Bone and Nether potion."

The disciple's eyes dimmed for a moment.

"pity."

"If something really happens to Junior Brother Xilun, then these things will be useless."