With My Four Hundred Years of Lifespan, Please Grant Me Guidance

The white-haired youth, dressed in a black robe, was handsome. He stared at Jiang Baishan expressionlessly, with a hint of indifference in his eyes.

Fifth Senior Brother, it's been a long time.

The visitor was none other than Qin Yun.

He was originally hunting Mutant Beast in the Hundred Thousand Mountains to obtain their inner cores, but some time ago he received a message from Ghost Face, asking him to come and capture Jiang Baishan and Lin Ruhua.

He knew.

This was the last chance the Demon Sect was giving him.

If he were willing to carry out the mission and kill Jiang Baishan with his own hands, it would mean that he was willing to truly sever all ties with the True Martial Sect. Perhaps he would still have a chance to return to the power center of the Demon Sect, since neither Ghost Face nor the Grand Elder had completely given up on him.

However, if he is unwilling, it means that he still has some lingering affection for the True Martial Sect. In that case, Qin Yun will be destined to be a henchman for life. As for leaving the Demon Sect, that is also unrealistic. He has the mark planted by the secret techniques of the Demon Sect on his body, and they will be able to catch up with him even if he escapes to the ends of the earth.

So Qin Yun arrived.

He recalled the hardships he had endured in the mountains, and Lan Yiyi's words to him, and finally he came.

Jiang Baishan looked at the white-haired youth before him, his gaze sweeping over the weathered hair and settling on the familiar yet unfamiliar face. He smiled bitterly:

"Yes, it's been a long time. Come to think of it, it's been five years since you came down the mountain, Xiao Ba."

He gripped Lin Ruhua's hand tightly, having given up on his plan to escape.

The wisps of energy emanating from Qin Yun's side undoubtedly demonstrated his strength.

Celestial Person Realm!

Now that the two Jade Pendant Ning Qi left them have been completely used up, the two of them are nothing more than lambs to the slaughter when facing a Celestial Person Realm expert.

Jiang Baishan was somewhat shocked. After all, Qin Yun was so young, yet he had already stepped into the Celestial Person Realm, which was simply unbelievable.

But then he felt a pang of heartache for no reason. Although he didn't know what had happened, it was impossible for someone of his age to reach the Celestial Person Realm without paying a price. Just looking at Qin Yun's full head of white hair gave him a glimpse of that.

When Qin Yun descended the mountain, the most furious and angry person was Jiang Baishan. He angrily cursed Qin Yun as a traitor and even vowed that if he ever met Qin Yun again, he would personally break his legs and take him back to True Martial Mountain so that he would kneel before his master and repent properly.

But now.

When Jiang Baishan finally saw his long-lost eighth junior brother, he realized how complicated his feelings were.

A hint of complexity flashed in Qin Yun's eyes, then disappeared:

"It's been five years. I can't believe so much time has passed. How is Master's health?"

Jiang Baishan said with a hint of sarcasm:

"You, the esteemed Holy Son of the Demon Sect, with your connections and influence reaching the heavens, how could you not know about Master's information?"

Mentioning Daoist Longshan fills him with rage. When Qin Yun left the mountain, he knew that the most heartbroken person was not his fellow disciples, but his own master. It was tantamount to parting ways with one's own child, and it even made Daoist Longshan doubt whether there was a problem with his teaching.

It wasn't until the Old Man Divine Sword entrusted his son to him on his deathbed that he gradually resolved his inner conflict.

Qin Yun remained silent, a pang of pain gripping his heart.

At this time.

Elder Ye was sitting cross-legged in the distance, was trying his best to expel the lingering Sword Intent from his wounds. Hearing the two chatting as if reminiscing, he was overcome with rage and shouted:

"Qin Yun, don't forget your mission! Quickly capture this adulterous couple!"

Qin Yun merely glanced at Elder Ye indifferently:

"Elder Ye, you should worry about your injuries first, lest you become a cripple."

He had arrived earlier, but had been concealing his aura and had not shown himself until he witnessed the Sword Qi from the Jade Pendant erupt and severely injure Elder Ye. Only then did he reveal his aura in shock. Even though he already knew about the many achievements of the Heavenly Sword Real Person and had even seen this peerless expert in action, he felt it even more deeply now that he was so close to him.

Elder Ye was both shocked and furious.

He immediately began to focus on recovering from his injuries. As long as Qin Yun didn't let the two of them go, he would deal with them personally once he had recovered a bit.

Qin Yun withdrew his gaze and focused on Jiang Baishan and the other person.

"How is the True Martial Sect doing now?"

Jiang Baishan was about to retort with a sarcastic "No need for you to worry about me," but upon seeing Qin Yun's familiar face, he snorted coldly.

"Excellent! Under the management of our eldest brother, everything is in perfect order. In ten or twenty years, the True Martial Sect will surely shock the world! Not long ago, our eldest brother, second brother, and third sister each took on a disciple, and Little Nine is doing very well too."

Perhaps sensing his impending death, Jiang Baishan became more talkative. He recounted some recent events that had occurred within the True Martial Sect, not involving any secrets, but only relating to his fellow disciples and his master, Daoist Longshan.

Qin Yun grew increasingly silent as he listened. He turned his back to Jiang Baishan and the other man so they wouldn't see his reddened eyes, but a smile occasionally crept onto his lips, especially when he heard about Ye Qinghe's repeated brewing of peach blossom wine; he smiled from the bottom of his heart.

Regret was brewing in my chest.

If it weren't for a momentary lapse in judgment back then, he would definitely have been involved in all of these events, instead of being just a listener now. If he could, he would gladly use all his cultivation to undo everything.

"Thank you, Fifth Senior Brother." Qin Yun's voice sounded calm, as if he had found some relief.

Hearing these things from his senior brother was nothing like cold, hard intelligence; it brought with it a warmth he had longed for.

Jiang Baishan's nose also felt a little sore, and he took a deep breath and said:

"Since you're still willing to call me Fifth Senior Brother, I won't ask you to let me leave. Just promise me one thing."

"You say."

"Ruhua is pregnant, and she is also a member of your Demon Sect. Her mother is your Vice Sect Leader. If you all work together, you can definitely protect them, mother and child. As for me, you can take my head back to exchange for merit."

His face was full of bitterness as he tightly gripped Lin Ruhua's right hand, preventing her from speaking.

Qin Yun remained silent for a long time before finally saying:

"Good."

Jiang Baishan felt a great weight lifted off his shoulders.

He watched Qin Yun's retreating figure and said softly:

"Bring it on."

In an instant, countless images flashed through his mind: the two of them playing around on True Martial Mountain, their master teaching everyone martial arts, everyone teasing Qin Yun together, and Qin Yun being the youngest and equally pampered before Ning Qi came to the mountain. Finally, these images settled on the white-haired figure in front of him. He sighed softly, thinking that dying at the hands of his junior brother was better than dying at the hands of an outsider.

Jiang Baishan had already closed his eyes.

"Ruhua, let's be husband and wife again in our next life."

Lin Ruhua's tears fell onto her clothes, her beautiful face contorted, and she just kept shaking her head.

"Please think more about our child and raise him to adulthood."

That's all.

Jiang Baishan strode forward, ready to face his death.

At this moment.

Elder Ye's mocking laughter, filled with gloomy anger, rang out:

He promised, but I didn't!

Elder Ye dragged his crippled body through the air, his malice overwhelming him. He was filled with madness and hatred for Jiang Baishan and Lin Ruhua. How could he allow them to die so easily? He wanted to torture Jiang Baishan to the point of wishing he were dead, to make him witness the death of his unborn child, and to make Jiang Baishan see his beloved wife become someone else's plaything!

Jiang Baishan's heart tightened, and he looked at Qin Yun.

Qin Yun simply said in a soft voice:

"Elder Ye, how about you give me some face? After all, he used to be my senior brother. Miss Lin is the daughter of Vice Sect Master Lin. Going too far is not a good thing."

His expression was indifferent as he stared at Elder Ye.

Elder Ye paid no heed. He was severely injured, with half of his body and an arm severed. Even if he recovered, he would be crippled. All of this was thanks to Lin Ruhua and Jiang Baishan, and he was unwilling to accept it.

"Get out of my way!" Elder Ye roared. "Who do you think you are, daring to ask me to give you face?"

His mind was consumed by rage. If Qin Yun had been a candidate for Holy Son before, he might have shown him some courtesy. But now that Qin Yun was a criminal, he could completely shun him.

Qin Yun's expression froze:

"Are you really going to show absolutely no mercy?"

Elder Ye roared ferociously:

"Get out of here!"

Qin Yun's expression returned to calm:

"Good."

He slowly turned around, his speed becoming incredibly fast in an instant. A dark aura flashed in his pupils and disappeared in the blink of an eye, and he had already rushed in front of Elder Ye.

"What are you going to do..." Elder Ye's words were cut short as he looked down in disbelief, his eyes bulging.

Qin Yun's pupils were cold and ruthless. One hand had already pierced through his chest, and in the palm was a still-beating heart. With a squeeze, the heart turned into a cloud of blood foam.

Elder Ye's consciousness faded into darkness, but he vaguely heard Qin Yun's whisper:

"Since you're showing no mercy, then die."

Qin Yun casually flicked his hand, and Elder Ye's corpse flew into the forest, where it was then compressed by the power of heaven and earth, exploding into a rain of blood.

Both Jiang Baishan and Lin Ruhua were stunned by this sudden turn of events.

"Xiao Ba, you..."

Jiang Baishan's stunned voice was interrupted by Qin Yun waving his hand.

"You may leave; I have not seen you today."

Qin Yun had his back to the two men, his gaze fixed on the distance.

From the very beginning, he had no intention of taking his senior brother back to claim credit. He had already made a mistake once, and he couldn't afford to make the same mistake a second time. For some reason, after killing Elder Ye, he felt that his mind was much clearer, and the repression of the past five years had dissipated considerably.

Jiang Baishan watched Qin Yun's retreating figure, a feeling of emotion rising in his eyes.

"Xiao Ba, thank you," he whispered.

Qin Yun simply waved his hand.

Jiang Baishan stopped in his tracks and said again:

"Come back to True Martial Mountain with me. Master... he's actually been missing you a lot, you know? Although Master has taken in two junior brothers, ranked tenth and eleventh."

He didn't finish his sentence.

But Qin Yun was already in tears.

He will always be Xiao Ba in his master's heart.

"There's no going back, no chance left." Qin Yun shook his head painfully, his voice choked with sobs.

Jiang Baishan continued to persuade him:

"It's not too late. If you realize your mistakes and sincerely apologize to your master, he will surely forgive you. But you killed a Celestial Person Realm elder of the Demon Sect and failed to complete your mission. The Demon Sect will not tolerate you."

Qin Yun could only sigh.

He gazed into the distance, where streams of heaven and earth energy began to coalesce.

Jiang Baishan and Lin Ruhua were still somewhat confused, wondering why Qin Yun had suddenly entered battle mode. But the next instant, their pupils constricted sharply, and a cold, indifferent sigh echoed from afar:

"What a deep brotherhood! Qin Yun, you've disappointed me."

A figure approached with his hands behind his back, his robes billowing, exuding an astonishing sense of oppression. Lin Ruhua looked at the iconic ghost mask, and her face instantly turned pale.

"Ghost-Faced Deputy Sect Master!"

This deputy sect leader, who was on par with her mother, was clearly not comparable to the previous Elder Ye. If the previous Elder Ye could still inspire them to resist, then the arrival of this ghost-faced deputy sect leader in person had left her utterly hopeless.

Qin Yun's eyes flickered, and he sighed softly:

"I knew you wouldn't trust me to come alone, but I never expected you to come in person. You really think highly of me, Qin Yun."

He knew that when he killed Elder Ye, this deputy sect leader was probably already watching, but just didn't make a move, wanting to use him to eliminate an elder from another faction.

There was a hint of self-deprecation on his face.

From the beginning, he knew it was a choice: either use Jiang Baishan's remains to achieve his own success, or use his own life to save Jiang Baishan's life. Clearly, he chose the latter.

"Fifth Senior Brother, let's go!"

Qin Yun gave a low shout.

Jiang Baishan's expression changed repeatedly. Lin Ruhua tugged at his sleeve. He opened his mouth, but couldn't say Exit. A sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart. Stay and fight alongside him? That would only mean the death of two more people. They would be a burden in front of a powerhouse of this level.

He stared intently at the masked man, as if trying to etch him deeply into his mind.

Jiang Baishan vowed in his heart that if he were to survive today, he would avenge this great grudge in the future.

Without hesitation, he grabbed Lin Ruhua and turned to run into the forest, only his roar echoing through the air:

"Xiao Ba, survive and return to True Martial Mountain!"

Qin Yun's body trembled, and a smile slowly crept onto his lips. The smile gradually widened and became increasingly unrestrained until it resounded throughout the mountains. He felt an unprecedented sense of joy.

Ghost Face glanced at Jiang Baishan and Lin Ruhua as they left, but did not give chase. In his opinion, once Qin Yun was dealt with, the two of them would not be able to escape, so it wouldn't hurt to let them have their fun for now.

He simply fixed his gaze on Qin Yun and asked in a deep voice:

"Is it worth it? Kill him, shut the others up, and you'll still be one of the strongest contenders for the Holy Son title, and it's even possible that you'll one day rule the world."

Qin Yun sighed softly:

"Perhaps, as a friend of mine said, some things are okay to do wrong once; doing them twice would be incredibly foolish."

Ghost Face shook his head in disappointment:

"You really are a fool. I misjudged you. You think you're strong enough to stop me? If I kill you, neither of them will survive. You made the worst choice."

Qin Yun took a deep breath:

"I will do my utmost! Please enlighten me!"

The two stood facing each other, an invisible aura surging forth, even the wind seemed to stand still.

The ghost's pupils gradually turned cold, and combined with the bronze ghost mask, he truly looked like a demon from hell. He had already decided to kill him, and he looked at Qin Yun opposite him as if he were a dead man.

Suddenly.

Ghost Face made his move.

He gently raised his finger and pressed down, and the surging power of heaven and earth condensed into a black finger mark, like a giant pillar, pressing down with a suffocating force.

Qin Yun neither dodged nor avoided.

Accept it calmly.

The power of heaven and earth gathered around him, forming a barrier, and a dark aura surged around his body, allowing him to withstand the attack.

"Boom!"

With a deafening roar, Qin Yun's body was instantly blasted into the forest, leaving a terrifying trail. He coughed up blood continuously, and many of his bones were broken. The power of that single strike was already so terrifying that it almost severely injured Qin Yun. And this was clearly not Ghost Face's full strength.

The masked figure approached slowly, its cold voice devoid of any emotion:

Why not avoid it?

Qin Yun, head bowed, slowly rose. He coughed up several pieces of bone and fragments of internal organs, and said earnestly:

"Since joining the Demon Sect, Qin Yun has received much care from the Vice Sect Master. If it weren't for you teaching me the Sorrowful White Hair Technique, I would have died in the Blood Demon Pool long ago. Receiving a finger from the Vice Sect Master is barely enough to repay his kindness."

Ghost Face paused, his eyes gleaming.

"I'll give you one more chance. Go and bring Jiang Baishan back, and I'll pretend I never saw anything that happened before."

He was once again moved to cherish talent. Although that finger strike wasn't his full strength, he hadn't held back. It was definitely not something an ordinary Celestial Person Realm expert could withstand. But Qin Yun not only blocked it, but he was also in pretty good condition.

Qin Yun's black robe billowed as he firmly shook his head:

"Vice Sect Leader, please enlighten me!"

A dark aura surged around him, and a strange power spread out. It seemed that this was an unnamed secret technique that Qin Yun had obtained by fortuitous opportunity back then, which caused him to develop a Heart Demon. Later, he became possessed by the demon and his mastery of this secret technique became increasingly profound.

Ultimately, through numerous fortuitous fortuitous opportunity within the Blood Demon Pool, he cultivated this secret technique to a level unmatched by his predecessors, completely mastering it.

This was the first time he had unleashed his full power, and even Ghost Face couldn't help but show a look of surprise.

But then he shook his head:

"It's somewhat interesting, but that's about it."

With such an absolute difference in power, even the most exquisite secret techniques are powerless. If his strength were ranked on the Celestial Person Ranking, he would be comparable to a master like the Sword of Inquiry, and there is a qualitative difference between him and Qin Yun.

Qin Yun was naturally aware of this as well.

He laughed wildly, looking up at the sky.

His entire body exuded an increasingly dense black aura, and powerful forces surged from all parts of his body. At a speed visible to the naked eye, his full head of white hair lost its luster; what was originally somewhat silvery hair had now turned completely white.

Not only that, his hands, feet, skin, and face became visibly dry and wrinkled, and even his sharp eyes gradually became cloudy.

Qin Yun's laughter became hoarse, as grating as fingernails scraping against glass.

"Vice Sect Master, years ago I used the Sorrowful White Hair Secret Technique to burn four hundred years of my lifespan to reach the Celestial Person Realm. Today, I beg you, Vice Sect Master, to spare another four hundred years of my lifespan!"

His power expanded infinitely under the burning of his life essence, increasing more than tenfold in the blink of an eye.

Qin Yun made a move.

Carrying dark, demonic power, like a peerless demon, he mercilessly attacked Ghost Face. Just as he had said before, taking a finger was repaying a debt of gratitude, and what followed was a fight to the death.

Ghost Face was both shocked and furious.

"Fine! I misjudged him; I've shot myself in the foot."

His expression was more serious than ever before; Qin Yun's current strength was enough for him to take him seriously.

"Boom!!"

The sound of the collision of the forces of heaven and earth resounded throughout Yanshan, turning into ripples that swept across the mountains and forests. Ancient trees were reduced to dust and exploded, the mountains trembled, and all the beasts cried out in sorrow.

As Jiang Baishan and Lin Ruhua were fleeing at breakneck speed, one of them lost his footing and almost fell to the ground. The two looked up in horror and saw two figures rushing towards the sky and then rushing into the mountains. Tremors kept coming from them, and the aftershocks of the battle were enough to tear the two of them to shreds.

Jiang Baishan's face was filled with grief, his fingernails digging into his flesh.

"Xiao Ba!"

At this moment, he felt an intense hatred for his own incompetence, and he desperately craved strength; otherwise, why would he have asked his junior brother to cover his retreat?

"It's the White Hair Sorrow Technique; Eighth Junior Brother is burning his life force in this battle, otherwise he couldn't possibly be evenly matched with Ghost Face."

Lin Ruhua's expression was also somewhat complicated, filled with gratitude and guilt.

When she first learned about Qin Yun, it was her mother who tried to matchmake the two of them. However, at that time, she had already fallen for Jiang Baishan. After learning that Qin Yun was a traitor to the True Martial Sect, she gave him no kind words.

Later, they learned that Qin Yun had secretly done a lot for the True Martial Sect, and now that he and his wife were in danger, he had even sacrificed himself to cover their retreat. Such kindness was hard to repay.

Jiang Baishan's eyes reddened, and he struggled to hold back his tears. He longed to go back and fight alongside Qin Yun, but that would only be a waste of Qin Yun's good intentions.

Lin Ruhua comforted her:

"If we survive, we will destroy the Demon Sect and avenge our Eighth Junior Brother!"

Her eyes were cold. Today's experience would be something she would never forget. Moreover, judging from Elder Ye's attitude earlier, it was not hard to tell that her mother's situation was probably not as good as before. If that was the case, then she had even less to worry about.

Revenge!

This had become an obsession for both of them.

But the prerequisite is survival.

They didn't look again and desperately fled towards Leizhou City, the heart of Leizhou, where the imperial army and countless experts were stationed. Even Ghost Face wouldn't dare to venture there lightly; it was their only hope.

Although this place is far from Leizhou City, they will not give up.

Escape!

Run for your life!

Unbeknownst to them, the two had already left the Yanshan Mountains and passed through several cities.

Jiang Baishan felt his mouth was dry and his body was bleeding, but he didn't dare to stop to treat his injuries. He could only swallow a few pills in a hurry. His wounds healed and then burst open under the effect of the medicine, and his Essence Blood were slowly evaporating.

Lin Ruhua's condition wasn't much better. She was already pregnant, and the repeated battles and escapes had exhausted her. Now, after running such a long distance, her face was ashen.

The two were almost completely exhausted.

Lin Ruhua stumbled and almost fell to the ground, but Jiang Baishan quickly helped her up.

"Bai Shan, it seems we can't escape." Lin Ruhua gave a bitter smile. The two of them were in extremely poor condition. Although they seemed to have escaped far away, it wouldn't be too difficult for a Celestial Person Realm expert to catch up.

Even if they were unwilling to admit it, they knew that Qin Yun couldn't keep up with the ghost mask forever.

Jiang Baishan shook his head firmly and carried her on his back:

"No, we'll be in Leizhou City soon, we absolutely can't give up! We can't let Xiao Ba down!"

He swallowed another Blood-Burning Pill, again risking his life without any regard for the consequences.

But they've only just taken their first steps.

He stood there, stunned.

In the distance, a familiar figure appeared in the sky, almost making him think he was seeing things. But in the blink of an eye, the young Daoist had already descended from the void before him.

Ning Qi looked at the miserable-looking Jiang Baishan and Lin Ruhua, feeling extremely angry, but ultimately he breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, we made it in time.