Shu Mountain.
After Li Xuanxiao returned, he received the Sword Holding Pavilion's reward for the mission.
This mission's rewards were exceptionally generous.
It had originally been nothing more than a search for five missing disciples, yet they had unexpectedly unearthed a shocking truth.
As a result, the mission rewards rose with the tide.
Lu Ziyin had already made it clear that he would not take a single fraction of the reward, giving all of it to Li Xuanxiao.
Li Xuanxiao did not stand on ceremony with him.
Lu Ziyin gained a sense of accomplishment and fame, firmly securing his position as the peak master of Silver Sword Peak.
Li Xuanxiao, meanwhile, gained resources.
Both of them had bright futures ahead.
"..."
Li Xuanxiao returned to his thatched cottage.
As usual, he lit incense and sat quietly inside.
Closing his eyes, he sorted through his arrangements for Xiao Ran from three years ago all the way to the present... seven or eight... ten times from beginning to end.
Do not misunderstand—it was not seven or eight times, or ten times.
It was seventy or eighty times.
After a long while, Li Xuanxiao wrote down the suspicious points of this matter on paper.
Where had the Myriad Souls Banner gone?
Did Yue Tianqi, the lord of Coiled Dragon City, have backing in the imperial court?
As the lord of a single city, did he truly have the ability to deceive everyone?
That seemed unlikely.
He needed to keep a closer eye on this matter.
The Myriad Souls Banner!
Out there, he now had to guard against a supervillain wielding the Myriad Souls Banner, one who could refine the human race at any moment.
One or more transmigrators.
Di Nüfeng and Liu Qiushui, who wanted him dead.
And the many love-brained fools of