I tried to kill the heroines of destiny, but they ended up chasing after me.

"You can choose not to leave; that decision is yours, but the right answer... lies in my hands."

"Alright, alright! I understand! Then I'll answer your question with my actions!" After saying that, Huang Quan didn't say anything more and started walking towards the first purple bridge.

No matter what difficulties or crises lie ahead, he will not stop moving forward. Even if there are problems with the bridge, he will overcome them. This is his character and his unwavering heart.

What surprised Huang Quan was that from the moment he stepped onto the bridge, his body appeared directly at the end of the bridge, as if a force had skipped the process of him walking, leaving him at a loss.

"What...what's going on?" Huang Quan's brows furrowed deeper and deeper. He was a little confused about what was happening, which made him subconsciously turn his head to look at the bridge he had just crossed.

But upon looking, his eyes narrowed sharply, for he was shocked to discover that the first bridge had vanished, as if it had never existed at all, a truly bizarre sight.

"Hey, hey, hey! This is really strange! I don't quite understand!" Huang Quan was extremely puzzled, but what he said was true; he genuinely didn't understand.

However, Zhang Xuan did not offer any explanation. Her second question arose only when Huang Quan appeared on the platform connecting the end of the first Purple Bridge to the beginning of the second Purple Bridge.

"Second question: Can you cross this bridge?"

"Huh?!!" Huang Quan was even more surprised upon hearing this question.

This is the same question as the first one, a question that Huang Quan completely doesn't understand.

"Tsk tsk! Senior... are you kidding me?" Huang Quan couldn't help but ask.

"No, I'm very serious," Zhang Xuan replied, still devoid of any emotion.

This left Huang Quan speechless.

But at this moment, Huang Quan also became certain of one thing: his answer to his first question was correct.

Because Zhang Xuan made it very clear earlier that if Huang Quan answered incorrectly, he would die. Now that he has crossed the first bridge and gained the qualification to answer the second question, it proves that he has successfully passed the first question, Zhang Xuan's first test.

In silence, Huang Quan calmed himself down, as if trying to find the underlying logic to Zhang Xuan's question, but unfortunately, he couldn't come up with a solution even after thinking for a long time.

"This is troublesome! What should I do now? The first time was a test, and although it was dangerous, it was successful. But this time... it doesn't feel right!" Huang Quan thought to himself, struggling with his thoughts, because he really couldn't guess Zhang Xuan's ideas.

However, before he could figure it out, Zhang Xuan went even further, saying, "If you can't answer in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, then I'll consider your answer wrong."

"Hey! Are you crazy? This question is so weird, and there are no hints at all. I really suspect you're messing with me!" Huang Quan shouted in dissatisfaction.

But the only response he received was Zhang Xuan's still indifferent voice.

"There's still half a cup of tea's time left."

This left Huang Quan speechless.

Perhaps there was no other way. With gritted teeth and a heart in turmoil, Huang Quan finally chose to step onto the Purple Bridge. After all, ahead lay the opportunity to answer the third question, while standing still meant nothing.

He couldn't answer the question.

But he still made the choice.

This time was indeed different from the last. He didn't go directly from one end of the bridge to the other, but stood on the bridge itself. This made him pause for a moment, a look of confusion flashing across his face. But he didn't think much of it and immediately walked quickly towards the bridgehead.

In less than a few breaths, Huang Quan arrived at the platform connecting the end of the second purple bridge and the beginning of the third purple bridge.

Although it was rushed, it was a roundabout way of answering Zhang Xuan's question. And just like last time, when Huang Quan turned around to look at the second purple bridge, the second purple bridge had also disappeared.

As the saying goes, practice makes perfect, and although Huang Quan still had doubts, they were not as strong anymore.

However, just as Huang Quan turned his gaze to the third bridge, a sudden realization flashed through his mind, as if he was slowly noticing something that made him no longer so confused.

The next moment, a sudden throbbing pain shot through his mind, as if an extremely important memory was gradually awakening from the depths of his soul, causing his face to contort and making him look somewhat disheveled.

It wasn't until some time later that he finally calmed down, but a faint look of confusion appeared in his eyes.

"One last question, are you... able to cross this bridge?" Zhang Xuan asked again at this moment.

The same question can have different meanings.

Definitely.

Huang Quan was panting heavily, his face flushed. He shook his head, trying to clear his head, and then looked at the third bridge in front of him.

This bridge was the same as the two bridges before it, but it gave him a very different feeling.

So after a long silence, he sighed and replied, "I'm sorry... I can't."

Chapter 207 Brothers

A moment later, the world in Huang Quan's eyes changed drastically once again.

There is no bridge, no sky, and no blue sky.

Huang Quan felt neither dizzy nor unwell.

Only when he saw the surrounding environment reappear did a huge weight lift from his heart.

That's right, Huang Quan has returned to that secret room.

The scenery before him was exactly the same as when he left. He turned his gaze to Zhang Xuan, his face showing a mixture of joy and confusion.

Unlike before, the blinding purple light around Zhang Xuan was gone, and things seemed to have calmed down.

The teleportation array made of coffins had lost its original luster.

Yes, there was, but Zhang Xuan's delicate body was barely visible; upon closer inspection, it seemed as if she was about to disappear.

"What's going on?" Huang Quan murmured as he saw Zhang Xuan's change.

"Junior, with someone like you in the Imperial Sword Clan, I believe it will surely shine once again in the future."

Instead of answering Huang Quan's question, he uttered a sentence completely unrelated to it, yet within that sentence lay a kind of expectation—an expectation that Huang Quan did not yet wish to understand…

"I am not a member of the Emperor Sword Clan!" Huang Quan said in a low voice after hearing Zhang Xuan's words.

Zhang Xuan shook her head when she heard Huang Quan's words.

"There are things you may not want to admit, but that doesn't mean they don't exist. You just don't understand them yet."

"Don't understand?" Huang Quan frowned slightly and said calmly, his eyes filled with undisguised doubt.

"Actually, the three questions just now only served one purpose, which was to awaken your memories. You may not be a member of the Emperor Sword Clan in this life, but in your previous life, your life before that, and your life before that, you must have been a member of the Emperor Sword Clan. It's just that during reincarnation, you accidentally... forgot."

Huang Quan remained silent, a faint sense of understanding welling up within him. This understanding, though not strong, was undeniably present, making it impossible for him to refute Zhang Xuan's words.

After a few breaths, he said softly, "But I... I didn't answer your question just now, did I?"

"That's no longer important. In a sense, a question is just a form of communication between people. What the person asking the question wants to know is not necessarily the answer, and what the person answering the question is not necessarily the answer."

"Is that so?" Hearing Zhang Xuan say this, Huang Quan's understanding became clearer and clearer, as if he was about to grasp something.

However, after Zhang Xuan finished speaking, her body began to slowly dissipate from her feet.

However, her expression showed no regret, even though she knew that this disappearance might be the last time she appeared in this world.

She glanced at Huang Quan, a resolute glint in her eyes, then raised her hands and said, "The last thing I can do for the Emperor Sword Clan..."

Just as Zhang Xuan finished speaking, another beam of purple light, different from the one at the beginning, slowly rose from Zhang Xuan's hand.

"Huh? What are you going to do?" Huang Quan was naturally surprised and suspicious when he saw that the power around Zhang Xuan was fluctuating.

Ignoring Huang Quan's words, Zhang Xuan immediately waved her hands, and the purple light transformed into a long rainbow, instantly merging into Huang Quan's body to his astonishment.

At this moment, a white sphere of light, resembling a cocoon, slowly appeared around Huang Quan, enveloping him completely in surprise and without any power to resist.

Seeing the white cocoon of light successfully form, a calm smile appeared on Zhang Xuan's ordinary face, but hidden within that smile were far too many things... far too many things...

"In the future, I hope that the Imperial Sword Clan will fulfill the unfinished wishes of our ancestors because of you."

After she finished speaking, Zhang Xuan's body turned into a purple light and flew around the white cocoon of light, slowly rotating.

If you look closely at this purple light, you can see that it resembles a sword, a sharp purple sword.

……

The Imperial Sword Clan, second floor of the Green Pavilion, this is a scholar's room.

This place is reserved for the successive patriarchs and young patriarchs of the Imperial Sword Clan. If an ordinary person enters without special circumstances, they will definitely be imprisoned in the North District and tortured before being released.

This shows that the rules and regulations of the Emperor Sword Clan are by no means lax.

At this moment, in this study, Zhang Shen is calmly and quietly holding a beautifully decorated brush, writing some words on a piece of paper.

Suddenly, with a cracking sound, the pen in Zhang Shen's hand shattered without warning, and the tip turned to powder. It seemed to be a sign that something was about to happen...

Upon seeing the brush so thoroughly shattered, Zhang Shen's brows furrowed instantly, and he suddenly shouted into the void, "Zhang Song!"

The instant Zhang Shen finished speaking, a figure appeared out of thin air in front of him, kneeling on one knee with his hands clasped in front of him.

"Chieftain, what are your orders?"

Without a doubt, he is Zhang Shen's second son.

But in reality, neither Zhang Song nor Zhang Qing were Zhang Shen's true sons. They were merely adopted children, children whom Zhang Shen had taken in out of kindness when he traveled to the outside world a hundred years ago.

However, when Zhang Song was taken in, he was already ten years old. He knew his biological parents and many things related to them, so he couldn't change his address to call Zhang Shen "father".

Zhang Qing was different; she was only two years old at the time, so she didn't have as many concerns.

"Has anything major happened in the Emperor Sword Clan town recently?"

"No, clan leader," An replied directly.

"Hmm? Is that so?" Zhang Shen looked at the broken pen in his hand, his brows furrowing even more. At the same time, he murmured in a way that was unclear, whether he was asking himself or An.

Seeing Zhang Shen's expression, he was secretly surprised, and a question slipped out unconsciously: "I wonder why the clan leader asks this?"

"Perhaps I'm overthinking it!" Zhang Shen shook his head, not revealing his doubts to An, but instead asking another question that was bothering him: "How's things at the cemetery?"

But as he asked that question, his unease only intensified.

"Over there? It doesn't seem like anything has changed over there either."

Upon hearing An's words, Zhang Shen stopped talking and walked out of the study, his gaze fixed on the direction of the Emperor Sword Clan's cemetery, seemingly lost in thought.

Seeing that Zhang Shen didn't speak again, Zhang Song wisely didn't linger any longer. He transformed into a streak of green light and slowly disappeared from the stable.

But just as he disappeared, Zhang Shen uttered a few words softly.

"Those who are not of our own kind cannot obtain our own sword. Although I changed Zhang Song and Zhang Qing's bloodline, making them true members of the Emperor Sword Clan, they still cannot resonate with the Emperor Sword..."

"That divination expert said that at noon in the 6932nd year of the True Profound Era, the Emperor's Sword will appear in the world, and the true master of the Emperor's Sword will also appear in the Emperor's Sword Clan..."

"This person is a young man who has connections to the Emperor Sword Clan, so no matter how you look at it, he must be my good-for-nothing son..."

"But why? His talent is clearly average, how could he possibly resonate with the Emperor Sword? Could it be... that I've overlooked something?"