My classmates chose martial arts and fantasy, but I chose the prehistoric world.

The night at the Meng family manor was so quiet that only the chirping of insects could be heard.

Meng Xiaoyu sat on the swing in the backyard, holding a cup of hot milk in her hand, staring blankly at the sparse starlight in the sky.

The Hunyuan Golden Bucket had shrunk to the size of a fingernail, and she strung it on a red cord and hung it around her neck like a golden pendant.

The two mid-stage Grand Luo cultivators inside were still unconscious, and she couldn't be bothered with them; they couldn't escape anyway.

Footsteps came from behind.

"What are you thinking about?"

Meng Chuan walked over and sat down on the stone bench next to her, holding a cup of tea in his hand.

"I'm thinking about Sister Houtu."

Meng Xiaoyu swung the swing gently, her voice soft, "She said she would wait for you and find her way... Brother, do you think she can really find her way here?"

Meng Chuan picked up his teacup, took a sip, and gazed at the distant night sky, his eyes gradually hardening: "I don't know. But—one day, I will find my way back!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable certainty.

Meng Xiaoyu turned to look at him, stared at him for several seconds, and then smiled: "Yes, I believe you."

She paused, then asked, "What do you plan to do with those two mid-stage Great Luo Immortals?"

"Let's review it."

Meng Chuan put down his teacup.

"Interrogation? I'll do it!"

Meng Xiaoyu perked up immediately, jumped off the swing, patted her skirt, and said, "When I was in the Witch Clan, I learned a few soul-searching techniques from Sister Houtu. Although I'm not very proficient, it should be enough to deal with two mid-stage Great Luo Immortals."

Meng Chuan glanced at her and nodded: "Don't kill him."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing!"

Meng Xiaoyu reached out and touched her neck, and the Hunyuan Golden Bucket flew out, grew larger in the wind, and landed on the grass.

She reached into the bucket with her right hand and pulled out a young man in a silver battle robe like a chick, then casually tossed him to the ground.

The young man rolled twice on the ground, groggily opened his eyes, saw a girl with a ponytail standing in front of him, paused for two seconds, and then suddenly jolted awake.

"What—what are you going to do?!"

"Don't come any closer!!"

His voice trembled slightly as he subconsciously tried to mobilize his magical power, only to find his body completely empty. His meridians seemed to be sealed by something, and even his primordial spirit was imprisoned by an invisible force.

Don't bother.

Meng Xiaoyu crouched down, looking at him with a smile, "Your cultivation was sealed by my brother, so you can't even self-destruct!"

The young man's face turned deathly pale instantly!

He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to remain calm: "I am Yun Ting, an elder of the Yun family in the Aurora Star Region. If you harm me, the Yun family will never let this go!"

"Aurora Starfield? The Yun Family?"

Just as Meng Xiaoyu raised her eyebrows, Duan Lingtian, who had come back to freeload a meal, walked over.

He glanced down at the young man. "The Aurora Starfield is a medium-sized starfield where our Milky Way galaxy is located."

"The Milky Way is just a small star system on the edge of the Aurora Star Region. It is barren of spiritual energy, and few powerful individuals would venture here."

"The Yun family is a highly influential family in the Aurora Starfield."

He paused, then continued, "There are countless forces, large and small, in the Aurora Starfield, but only a dozen or so can be called 'major families'."

"The Yun family is among them, with their ancestor, Yun Qingyan, possessing the cultivation level of an early-stage Immortal Emperor."

"Within the Aurora Starfield, the three strongest forces each have a mid-stage Immortal Emperor expert in charge."

As soon as Duan Lingtian finished speaking, a smug look appeared on the young man's face: "Are you scared now?"

"My ancestor was indeed at the early stage of Immortal Emperor, and the Yun family has been operating in the Aurora Starfield for tens of thousands of years, possessing a profound foundation that you bumpkins from small starfields cannot even imagine!"

"If you know what's good for you, release us right now, and I can make the decision to let bygones be bygones!"

Meng Xiaoyu was initially taken aback by the other party's intimidation, but then she couldn't help but laugh.

His smile held a hint of innocence, a touch of amusement, and a hint of pity, as if he were looking at a fool.

"Don't you understand the situation yet?"

She extended a finger and touched the young man's forehead, while silently cursing to herself:

Is an early-stage Immortal Emperor very strong?

You should know that her brother, Meng Chuan, is a late-stage Quasi-Saint, comparable to a late-stage Immortal Emperor!

Moreover, he followed the path of proving the Dao of Hunyuan through the Law of Power, making his combat strength even stronger than that of a late-stage Immortal Emperor who followed other laws!

"you--"

Before the young man could say anything more, Meng Xiaoyu had already closed her eyes, a faint light emanating from her fingertips.

Soul Searching Technique activated!

The young man's body stiffened abruptly, his eyes glazed over as if his soul had been ripped away, and his mouth opened slightly, drool dripping from the corner of his lips.

His body began to convulse uncontrollably, as if he were experiencing something extremely painful, but he couldn't even let out a scream.

After about a dozen breaths, Meng Xiaoyu withdrew her fingers and opened her eyes.

The young man's body collapsed limply to the ground, like a puddle of mud, with traces of blood seeping from his mouth and nose, clearly indicating that his spirit had suffered a serious injury.

"How is it?"

Meng Chuan asked.

Meng Xiaoyu clapped her hands and stood up: "The Yun family does indeed have an ancestor named Yun Qingyan, who was an early-stage Immortal Emperor and was considered a prominent figure in the Aurora Star Region."

"The current head of the family is Yun Qingyan's grandson, a late-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal."

"There is also a Grand Elder at the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm."

She glanced at the young man on the ground and continued, "These two guys are elders of the Yun family, one named Yun Ting and the other Yun Lei. They were ordered to come out and hunt down Brother Duan."

"The reason is that Brother Duan previously stole a low-grade innate imperial weapon that the Yun family was determined to obtain from a ruin in the Aurora Starfield."

As she spoke, she subconsciously looked at Duan Lingtian.

Duan Lingtian reached out and grabbed at the air, and a long sword with a blue body appeared in his hand.

The sword is about three feet and three inches long, and its blade is as clear as jade. You can vaguely see the wind swirling inside, and it exudes a sharp and pure law fluctuation.

The moment the sword was drawn, the surrounding air seemed to lighten, as if the wind itself was bowing down to the sword.

"Wind Whisper Sword, a low-grade innate imperial weapon."

Duan Lingtian's tone was calm, but his grip on the sword tightened unconsciously. "I obtained it from a ruin in the Aurora Starfield. The Yun family was also present at the time. I got the sword first, and then they hunted me down for three whole years."

He paused, his gaze lingering on the sword for a moment, then looked up at Meng Chuan and Meng Xiaoyu, and handed the sword to them, holding it horizontally in front of him: "Brother Meng Chuan, Sister Xiaoyu, I'd like to give you this sword."

"If it weren't for your help, I might not have been able to escape unscathed with this sword. I have no way to repay your life-saving grace, so please accept this sword as a token of my gratitude."

Before Meng Chuan could speak, Meng Xiaoyu waved her hand dismissively and said, "Brother Duan, let alone my brother... even I wouldn't want this thing!"

Duan Lingtian's lips twitched involuntarily, only then remembering that the other party possessed a top-grade innate imperial weapon!

Meng Xiaoyu didn't explain further, and simply reached down to her waist.

She had an inconspicuous embroidered pouch hanging from her waist. It was a storage treasure given to her by Houtu. It looked small and exquisite on the outside, but it had a hidden world inside.

With a flick of her wrist, a large pile of magical treasures poured out of her purse, forming a small mountain on the grass.

Those magical treasures came in various shapes and sizes, including bells, tripods, pagodas, mirrors, seals, rings, rulers, beads, and more.

Each piece radiates a spiritual light, some faint and some intense; some are enveloped in a hazy glow, some are inscribed with mysterious runes, and some exude a chilling aura.

The interplay of light illuminated the entire backyard in a kaleidoscope of colors, making even the air seem thicker.

Duan Lingtian's pupils contracted again and again!

He recognized those scents—

Innate Imperial Weapon!

And it wasn't just one item, it was a whole bunch!

Meng Xiaoyu bent down and casually picked up a palm-sized, bronze-colored round mirror from the pile of spiritual treasures, tossing it in her hand: "This is a mid-grade innate spiritual treasure, it should be called a mid-grade innate imperial weapon if placed here."

She picked up a small, entirely crimson sword. "This is also of medium quality."

She then picked up a string of eighteen amber beads, "This is still of medium quality."

She counted thirteen mid-grade innate spiritual treasures in one breath, then pointed to the remaining pile: "Those are all low-grade, probably more than a hundred pieces."

"I haven't counted the exact amount, and I didn't look closely when Sister Houtu gave it to me."