From waterfowl, it began to transform into the Great Sun Golden Crow.

The north wind howled, and heads fell to the ground.

Tang Jingxuan retrieved tens of thousands of talismans into her sleeve. Xue Wuchang's body fell halfway down, only three meters away from Gu Heting.

The blood turned into a fine rain, sprinkling on the ground.

Gu Heting stared blankly at the corpse on the ground, speechless for a long time. His little waterbird eyes were lifeless; everything had developed too quickly, in just two short moves.

It didn't even take the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.

Tang Jingxuan then killed a Core Formation Realm cultivator. After a long while, Gu Heting, finally recovering, said:

"You killed him without asking a single question. Is that a good thing?"

Tang Jingxuan didn't care much.

For him, this was a threat that had to be nipped in the bud. Killing the heretical cultivator would bring far fewer troubles.

He raised his fingers, accompanied by wisps of smoke.

Tang Jingxuan lightly touched the corpse with her finger.

A faint spirit rose around the corpse, but after a moment, a mirror-like video recording appeared in front of the corpse.

The memories of Xue Wuchang were playing repeatedly on the mirror.

Gu Heting opened his mouth, unable to calm the overwhelming astonishment in his heart.

This is soul-searching and spirit-stealing.

In Gu Heting's eyes, such techniques were evil cultivation methods. Tang Jingxuan's abilities surprised him.

"Brother Gu Heting, why are you looking at me with such surprise?"

"Should you demystify those who believe in the truth?"

"Soul-searching and spirit-stealing are not exclusive to evil paths."

That's true. The Golden Spirit Sword Sect, where Tang Jingxuan belongs, also has its own rules. When forced by circumstances, the elders of the Enforcement Hall will also use Soul Searching and Soul Seizing.

Although it may upset their spirits, this method can help clear the wronged from their grievances.

On the mirror of the soul, the life of Xue Wuchang is extremely complex.

He suffered oppression in his childhood and struggled to survive in a den of demons. He betrayed his accomplices to obtain their Qi-refining pills. He fought a bloody battle with his colleagues to seize their secret treasures and used his apprentices to refine human pills...

This man's life was filled with bloodshed.

Tang Jingxuan was somewhat annoyed. He waved his hand and quickly flipped through Xue Wuchang's memories. Only at the very end of the memories did he find something that interested him.

From Xue Wuchang's perspective, he is half-squatting down.

He raised his forehead, and before him stood a man with fierce eyes and a beard. He wore a brown official hat, a white jade thumb ring on his thumb, and his gaunt face appeared extremely mean.

The man exuded an aura of evil.

This man is no gentleman; his cheeks are thin and his eyebrows are connected in a single line, making him quite repulsive.

"Sect Master, Wushan is a barren land, home only to the Li and Tang families. These two families have no standing in the cultivation world. Why should we go there?"

Hearing Xue Wuchang's words, Tang Jingxuan smiled and said, "Heh, the Blood Demon Sect Master. He's quite interesting."

The Blood Demon Sect Master from that memory did not speak.

He twirled his ring, then produced a pipe from who-knows-where. After taking a deep drag, his voice grew impatient: "Just keep an eye on the Tang family. If anything comes up, just let me know."

Tang Jingxuan narrowed her eyes to slits.

Gu Heting noticed Tang Jingxuan's melancholy, but he still had no idea what the Blood Demon Sect Master was.

A moment later, a sentence left Gu Heting with an unforgettable memory.

"As long as you keep a close eye on the Tang family, my plan can be executed. As for what that is, don't ask anymore."

The voice carried a distinctive mockery.

It was as if they were fearless and arrogant towards everything in the world. The customer trembled upon hearing this, and anger welled up from the bottom of his heart.

This instinctive hatred made his blood rush to his head.

That voice belonged to Qin Wuxie.

That heretical cultivator who possesses the ability to reincarnate through a hundred lifetimes.

"Yes, Holy Son."

All memories ended there; all that remained was him floating in the air, intently watching everything in Tangjiabao.

The hatred in the customer's heart cannot be erased.

He clenched his teeth, trying to calm his tense nerves.

But how could he forget all of this?

Jing Li risked his life to get him out. But what could he do? He couldn't do anything, only regretting that his cultivation was too shallow and he was powerless.

Tang Jingxuan turned to look at Gu Heting; the little water bird's behavior was a bit strange.

His body was trembling uncontrollably.

He was still struggling to hold back tears, his expression one of resentment. Tang Jingxuan pursed her lips, considered her words for a moment, and then spoke.

"Do you know Qin Wuxie, the Holy Son of the Blood Demon Sect?"

"Is he the Holy Son?"

The Blood Demon Sect is divided into three upper and three lower sects. The lower three sects are the Toad Sect, the Evil Bee Sect, and the Blood Impermanence Sect.

The most powerful of the three sects is Qin Wuxie, the Five Evil Demons.

The most talented demonic cultivator in the entire heretical path.

Legend has it that he started out as a nobody in the demonic path, but in just a few years, he rose to prominence with unstoppable momentum. It's all too incredible.

"I know him. I only know his name is Qin Wuxie."

The little waterbird seemed preoccupied. There seemed to be a mountain between him and Tang Jingxuan; at this moment, Gu Heting remained silent.

This left him unsure how to ask, so he could only take the initiative to continue the conversation.

"Qin Wuxie, I've heard people say he's just a blood slave."

"His previous status wasn't even that of a menial servant. He was supposed to be refined by the Blood Demon Sect, but I don't know when it started, the Blood Demon Sect began to cultivate him as their focus."

"Resources and elixirs are countless and never stingy."

"Rumor has it that he killed the previous Holy Son of the Blood Demon Sect. The Blood Demon Sect was forced to raise him as their Holy Son. Do you know about the Tao Family Village massacre?"

The tragedy in Taojia Village should be related to the words Qin Wuxie uttered in front of that tombstone.

He turned an entire village into evil corpses.

This scene is unacceptable to heaven and earth.

"I know he did it."

Tang Jingxuan was somewhat surprised. He was only speculating, so why did Gu Heting know all this? Gu Heting was just a Qi Refining Realm beast.

How could he be entangled with the Demon Sect's Holy Son, who had reached the Great Perfection of the Core Formation stage?

Blood Impermanence's memories blazed with malevolent light. A pair of eyes suddenly opened amidst the chaotic tangles of those memories.

A playful voice entered Gu Heting's mind.

He laughed and joked, as if he were playing a game.

"Hahaha... Interesting, Soul Searching and Soul Stealing. Second Young Master of the Tang Family, I've wanted to meet you for a long time. Meeting you today, you truly exude confidence and high spirits."

My memories are intertwined with the law of cause and effect.

Qin Wuxie's voice actually came from Xue Wuchang's memories.

As usual, he still wore a mocking smile, completely unconcerned about his memories being exposed.

"Born from humble beginnings, you've truly forged your own path, Qin Wuxie. It's a pleasure to meet you." Tang Jingxuan frowned slightly, the tension between them palpable.

It's not that I'm particularly impressed by the use of causality.

Tang Jingxuan was not as shocked as Gu Heting.

He merely glanced coldly at the chilling aura, his expression devoid of any emotion.

"I feel a little embarrassed that someone as talented as you is praising yourself to me. Oh, it's been a long time. I know you; you're that little waterbird from the blessed land of Dongting."

"Let me think, what's your name again?"

"Oh, Gu Heting."

Gu Heting instinctively took a few steps back, staring intently at the memory.

She bit her lip lightly, remaining silent.