My little sect, which disappeared a thousand years ago, has become a sacred site!

Gu Changyuan was slightly taken aback.

It's a system.

Since the system said that he needed to sleep to recover from excessive energy consumption, he has not disturbed it again.

Those talent assessment functions are all automatically run by the system, without the system needing to intervene.

At this moment, the system, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke, showing that the system also attached great importance to these two.

......

The riverbed below.

Jun Mukong and Jun Anshi stood back to back, their clothes torn and stained with blood, their breaths weak.

But they remained standing.

Jun Anshi gripped the broken sword, his gaze warily fixed on the approaching enemies. Suddenly, a self-deprecating smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he spoke:

"Brother, I actually believed your nonsense."

Her voice was hoarse, yet she still had the leisure to joke, retaining her usual playful charm.

"When you told me there were hidden treasures in this desolate mountain, I immediately ran away from the sect with you. Now, I don't have to worry about whether we should go back later."

Upon hearing this, Jun Mukong's face flashed with embarrassment.

"I never expected this to happen..."

He defended himself in a low voice.

"I dreamt two days ago that I had a chance encounter here, who would have thought it would turn out like this?"

"dream?"

Jun Anshi's voice instantly rose a few decibels, and she turned sharply to look at her brother, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"What you told me back then was—'Through the sect's scriptures and celestial observations, I discovered that a rare treasure has appeared in this place!'"

"Well..."

Jun Mukong's gaze began to wander.

"That... was more of an artistic interpretation..."

"Artistic embellishment my foot!"

Jun Anshi was so angry that her teeth itched. If she weren't seriously injured at the moment, she would have loved to kick her brother who had betrayed her.

"If I had known you were dreaming, I would never have come with you!"

"Alright, alright, it's too late to say all this now..."

Jun Mukong said awkwardly.

Seeing the enemies drawing ever closer, Jun Anshi took a deep breath and suddenly looked up to the sky and sighed:

"Ughhh—I can't take it anymore!"

She gripped the broken sword tightly, a resolute glint in her eyes.

"If there's a next life, I definitely want to be the older sister! How could you be so cruel to your younger sister!"

Jun Mukong's pupils contracted, and he followed closely behind.

The two charged toward the enemy's weakest point, determined to fight their way out at the last moment, even if it meant giving it their all.

however--

The gap in strength is ultimately too great.

They rushed out for no more than ten feet before being stopped by several cultivators working together.

Amidst the flashing blades, several more deep, bone-revealing wounds appeared on the two men, blood splattering everywhere, their breaths growing weaker and weaker.

In a short while, the two were knocked back again, blood spilling from the corners of their mouths, their bodies staggering and colliding, already at the point of exhaustion.

Just as the black-clad cultivator's blade was about to fall, a figure landed like a meteor beside Jun Mukong and Jun Anshi.

"boom!!!"

A figure suddenly fell beside the two.

In that instant, an extremely terrifying shockwave emanated from that figure and spread wildly in all directions.

The cultivators who had gathered around felt an irresistible force slam into them, sending them flying backward instantly.

However, this is not the end of the story—

The moment that figure landed, a strand of spiritual energy as thin as a hair shot out from his body, precisely slicing through each of the cultivators who were sent flying backward!

"Puff puff puff puff—"

Dozens of muffled thuds sounded almost simultaneously.

Those cultivators didn't even have time to scream before their heads were severed from their bodies by the spiritual energy.

Blood splattered, staining the entire riverbed red.

And on their faces before they died, the hideous grins remained, forever frozen in that moment.

Immediately afterwards—

Another surge of spiritual energy emanated from that figure, and wherever it passed, the mangled corpses and splattered blood instantly vanished without a trace.

The riverbed returned to its pristine state, as if the bloody massacre had never occurred.

Jun Mukong and Jun Anshi stood there, stunned.

They stared wide-eyed at the scene before them, their minds blank.

died?

Those people...are they all dead?

They... survived?

Jun Anshi's legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

She was breathing heavily, her eyes stinging, but she stubbornly refused to let the tears fall.

Jun Mukong was in a similar situation. He supported his sister and took several deep breaths before he could barely calm himself down.

Then, the two of them looked at the figure standing in front of them from behind.

Jun Mukong took a deep breath, stepped forward, stood behind the person, and bowed deeply:

"Thank you so much for your help, senior. My brother and I will never forget your kindness!"

"Are you alright?"

Gu Changyuan slowly turned around, looking at the two siblings with gentle eyes. His tone was calm, yet it carried a reassuring power.

Jun Anshi raised his head, wanting to answer—

Then, she froze.

With sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, a nose as straight as a hanging gall bladder, and deep and three-dimensional features, he exudes a gentle and refined temperament.

It wasn't the kind of handsome that's striking, but rather the charm of a truly mature man that radiates from within after years of experience.

One glance is enough to captivate your gaze.

Jun Anshi had to admit that the man in front of her was the most handsome man she had ever seen, apart from her own brother.

She subconsciously composed herself, straightened her back, and tried to make her expression look more dignified.

Even her voice unconsciously softened, taking on a subtle gentleness:

"Senior, it's alright. We only suffered some minor injuries, nothing serious."

Upon hearing his sister's sudden, gentle voice, Jun Mukong froze, goosebumps instantly spreading across his skin.

He turned his head sharply to look at his sister, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Whose voice is that?

How could his usually carefree, thoughtless sister, who always seemed to be arguing with him, make such a sound?

He coughed lightly and tentatively asked:

"Senior, I'm fine, just some superficial injuries."

"Well... An'an, your voice sounds a little strange. Is there some blood stuck in your throat?"

Hearing his brother's words, Jun Anshi was so angry that his teeth itched, but he managed to suppress the urge to kick Jun Mukong on the spot.

Her smile remained unchanged, but a hint of murderous intent flashed deep in her eyes.

She took a step to the left, closer to Jun Mukong, using her body to block her hand, and then—

He pinched Jun Mukong's waist hard and twisted it forcefully.

No way.

She still wore a polite smile, and her voice remained gentle.

"Isn't my voice the same as usual?"

Jun Mukong winced in pain but dared not utter a sound. He could only nod reluctantly, inwardly cursing his younger sister a hundred times over.