Yun Ji, Second Disciple Under His Seat!

Wind Fire Valley, a Fourth-grade Spirit Vein spanning eight hundred li, was the residence of the Yun Clan lineage's cultivation disciples.

Within a mountain gate, a woman wailed bitterly, "Brother, Brother, wake up?!"

"Brother, Brother..."

The Core Formation woman clutched her elder brother, tears pouring down her face like rain. She shook her head again and again in disbelief. "No, that's impossible."

"Brother, you were the family's only Heavenly Spirit Root, the hope for the Yun Clan lineage's rise. You formed your Nascent Soul at a hundred, reached the Nascent Soul Middle Stage at one hundred and eighty..."

"How could you possibly be dead?"

"You said that with the aptitude of Extreme Dao Soul Transformation, you would strive for Void Refining Dao Lord, restore the family's glory, make the Yun Clan lineage the main branch, and return to live in Wind Fire Valley."

"Wuwu, Brother, Brother..."

Yet the person in her arms was already dead, his corpse stiff.

After her overwhelming grief, the Core Formation woman came to a realization. "Three Nascent Soul prodigies of the Yun Clan lineage went out to gain experience and were simultaneously targeted in an assassination attack, all perishing."

"When Elder Yun Feng arrived, only the corpses of the three of you remained."

"Yun Feng~" A trace of cold killing intent surfaced in the Core Formation female cultivator's beautiful eyes. She thought to herself, He calls himself the Clan Leader of the Yun Clan lineage, but he is truly a lackey of the Zhao Family.

No matter how well you hide it, there will always be threads and traces to infer the truth from.

However, she knew that she was merely a Peak Core Formation Cultivator. Questioning Yun Feng or investigating him was simply impossible.

Only... becoming stronger.

Boom!

A streak of escaping light flew