In Xue Qing's eyes, it was as if a fierce fire had ignited, revealing a nearly arrogant ambition. She spoke again, her voice like the clash of tal, sharp and clear, resonating between the mountain walls of the stream:
"The day I embarked on the cultivation path, I vowed to beco the best under the heavens, undefeated in the world. Today marks the beginning!"
Chu Zheng's gaze grew deep, as chaotic thoughts filled his mind; fragnted mories, shattered by the river of space-ti, tumbled and gradually intertwined into many images.
A figure slowly erged in his mind, enveloped in gentle moonlight, with whispers echoing in his head.
"Go to the Ancient Tis... there you will find all the answers you seek."
"I don't know much, but your wife Song Lingxue and her sister Song Lingqing were originally one in their past life. It seems the rare occurrence of soul division happened due to an anomaly on the Reincarnation Road. If you wish to uncover the secrets of the Reincarnation Road, you must go to the Ancient Tis."
Chu Zheng's gaze tightened as he struggled to sort through the fragnts of mory flooding his mind.
He recalled many things once more.
Moonlight Immortal Ancestor, Reincarnation Road, Soul Division.
Looking at Xue Qing before him, he was montarily lost in thought, as various faces intertwined and gradually rged.
For a while, his mood sank, and he beca clear about Xue Qing's identity.
At this mont, she was both Song Lingxue and Song Lingqing...
As Chu Zheng was lost in thought, Xue Qing turned back and spoke:
"From now on, I'll call you Achu."
Chu Zheng silently said in a deep voice, "Call Azhen."
Xue Qing was a bit surprised, let out a soft "oh," then nodded:
"Ah Zheng... it works too."
A gentle sound ca from above the stream, the noise of armor clashing entering their ears.
"Your voice was too loud just now."
Chu Zheng whispered, saying no more. He lowered his head to bandage his wound, tidied himself up, and walked straight out of the cave:
"First, find a place to settle, then probe Xuanshao Sect's depth."
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Miles away, in Iron Fate City.
Behind the governnt office, the atmosphere was so oppressive it was nearly frozen.
The governnt office, which originally symbolized official authority and the Imperial Court's iron rule, was now filled with unshakable panic.
Magistrate Feng Ling, usually the unchallenged and pampered petty king in Iron Fate City, now sat collapsed in his chair, face ashen, cold sweat rolling down his forehead, soaking through his fine silk official robe.
His fingers clutched the smooth armrest tightly, knuckles white from the force, and his body trembled uncontrollably.
"Dead... really dead... Xiao Immortal Master, he..."
Feng Ling's voice was hoarse, filled with incredulous fear, like sleep-talk. Kneeling on the floor before him were several soldiers trembling all over, heads so low they wished to dig into the ground.
Xiao Yu's body had been discovered over an hour ago, frozen stiff with terrifying lethal wounds; a massive gash, deep enough to expose bone, nearly tore through his entire chest, internal organs shattered, blood everywhere, his head severed, dying in a grueso state.
A once high-and-mighty Superior Immortal, killed so brutally within the city.
Feng Ling's mind was in chaos, fear gripping his heart tightly, his fingers trembling uncontrollably.
No matter the reason for Xiao Yu's death, it was inseparably linked to him. It was he who regarded Xiao Yu as an honored guest, he who invited Xiao Yu to oversee the governnt office.
Now, with Xiao Yu's tragic death, the wrath of the Immortal Sect was likely sothing even the current emperor couldn't bear. He could hardly imagine it; such disaster could be catastrophic, risking not only his official position but potentially the lives of all nine generations of the Feng Family.
Moreover, soone capable of killing a Superior Immortal was not soone he could provoke. Both advancing and retreating seed impossible now.
"Incompetent, a bunch of incompetents!"
Feng Ling suddenly grabbed the teacup on the table and smashed it to the ground, shards and tea scattering everywhere:
"The Immortal Master was killed right under your noses. Are you all dead?! Find him! Dig three feet if you must, but find where that person went. If you can't find out, and I can't survive, you'll all be buried with !"
He roared hysterically, his voice changed by extre fear, now just hoping to find so clues, to atone for his cris, perhaps saving the lives of his loved ones.
All the soldiers scattered like startled birds and beasts, hurriedly departing.
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In the blink of an eye, half a day had passed.
The governnt office was in total disarray, and Feng Ling was utterly lost, on the brink of collapse.
Two figures, like phantoms, appeared silently in the depths of an old alley tightly sealed by soldiers.
This was precisely where Xiao Yu's body lay.
The soldiers stationed here didn't even see how the two figures appeared. They only felt a cold wind pass, rendering their bodies stiff and immobile, unable to hear or speak, only able to watch helplessly as the two walked straight into the dark alley.
Both individuals wore long robes of extraordinary material, in an ancient style, neither cloth nor hemp, faintly flowing with weak spiritual light, green like a deep ancient pool, adorned with ink-patterned lines, exuding a cold and severe aura.
Both had youthful faces, appearing barely in their early twenties, but their eyes were exceptionally cold, as if harboring millennia-old ice.
One was slightly taller and leaner, with a face cold and sharp, lips pressed into a straight line, exuding a sword-like sharpness.
The other was a bit shorter, with refined features and a slightly gentle aura, eyes deep and thoughtful.
The two stood in the bloody and chaotic old alley, completely out of place with the surrounding ruins.
The tall, thin man's gaze swept over the scene inch by inch, the dark brown bloodstains, the green stone slabs torn apart by imnse force, and Xiao Yu's still separated body.
He crouched down, extending two fingers, picking up the gray longsword beside him, and whispered:
"There was no clash of weapons; Xiao Junior Brother's head was cut off by his own magic sword. The murderer was likely barehanded, with great Qi strength, and the fight didn't last long."
"A Martial Cultivator? Soone from the Jiao Dragon Sect?"
Upon hearing this, a hint of doubt appeared in the gentle man's expression: "Was it random? Or..."
The tall, thin man did not answer him, all his focus condensing on the blood-stained blade.
The dark crimson bloodstains did not belong solely to Xiao Yu.
He closed his eyes, releasing a faint but pure trace of blue spiritual energy, slowly infusing it into the sword body.
Buzz——
Instantly, the blade quivered slightly, and a touch of blood light erged.
Seeing this, the tall, thin man let out a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, Xiao Junior Brother's Scarlet Blood Sword has the divine ability to absorb blood, leaving behind the essence blood of the assailant. Though it's weak, it's enough to enact a tracking spell."
With that, the strand of blood light seed to co alive, exuding vibrant vitality.
In a flash, the blood light brightened, like a living scarlet snake, rising from the blade and pointing towards the vast forests outside the city.
At this sight, the tall, thin man looked pleased and casually retrieved the storage bag he had just pocketed, handing it to the gentle man beside him, realising:
"The trail is still within a hundred miles. My cultivation is shallow, and this tracking technique can only hold for three monts. We must hurry."
With those words, he was about to follow the trail but was stopped by the gentle Junior Brother Pan beside him:
"Please wait, Senior Brother Fang!"
He stepped forward slowly, advising:
"We don't know how many people are on the other side. It's just the two of us. If things go wrong, and we fail to capture the person, I'm afraid we'll face punishnt from the Punishnt Hall elders. Wouldn't that be counterproductive?"
"But if we stand by and let a fellow disciple be killed, missing the chance to trace the culprit, wouldn't that be a violation of sect rules? If the sect learns of this, what do you suggest, Junior Brother Pan?"
"Junior Brother Xiao's cultivation was insufficient. Hard by an evildoer, when we arrived, all we found was Xiao Junior Brother's remains; all the magic artifacts and the storage bag were already gone. Truly, this wasn't our fault. How about we report it as such, Senior Brother Fang?"
Hearing this, Senior Brother Fang hesitated no longer, flipping the storage bag he had just taken and handing it to Junior Brother Pan with a nod:
"All right, I will present this imdiately."
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