Truth, Refine, Late

"Ah..."

Seeing this, Wang Xian felt his head was about to explode!

He stood up with a "swoosh!"

In that instant, he felt as if there was lightning and thunder, earth-shattering!

In that instant, he remembered all the past events...

It turned out that everything was his martial brother's design to frame him, framing him for poisoning fellow disciples of the academy, framing him for poisoning him, Sima Jue.

It turned out that this was all the conspiracy of that father and son!

Not only did they kill Long Jie of the library, but they also tied him to the Panlong Pillar on the academy's Phoenix Platform...

"Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine Swords! Sima Jue, you father and son stabbed me nine hundred and ninety-nine times! Ah..."

Although he didn't understand why he had come ten thousand miles away to Kunlun and become his master's disciple!

But he seemed to understand a little, it turned out that the Panlong Pillar had transformed into a divine sword and entered his body!

No wonder the Elders of the Four Great Sects all came to Yunqi Daoist Temple on the Kunlun South Slope, coming for the divine sword...

Just as he was about to go berserk.

The White Robed Woman reached out and pulled him to sit down, saying calmly, "Don't get agitated, let's talk slowly!"

Hearing this, Wang Xian had to calm his mind.

He muttered to himself, "Senior, that hateful father and son framed me, and even tied me to the Panlong Pillar and stabbed me nine hundred and ninety-nine times!"

"What vicious father and son!"

The White Robed Woman let out a solemn sigh: "I didn't expect a cup of spirit wine and a jade tablet obtained unintentionally would allow you to recover your memory, it's truly incredible."

Wang Xian also understood that he had never seen the White Robed Woman in front of him before.

The White Robed Woman also didn't know about the divine sword in his body, and it was even more impossible for her to conjure up the scene that had happened before to deceive him.

"That was close!"

Wang Xian said coldly, "If it weren't for Master, I'm afraid I would have died long ago."

The woman looked up at the sky and said, "Azure Heaven above, perhaps he also wants to seek justice for you!"

Wang Xian cupped his hands and replied, "Thank you, Senior, for helping me recover my memory!"

The White Robed Woman shook her head: "Your current cultivation is too weak, let me lend you a hand."

After speaking, she took the crystal clear inner core from Wang Xian's hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

Before Wang Xian could react, she picked up the jade cup, poured more spirit wine, and poured it into his mouth.

Wang Xian let out a scream, feeling a burning blazing fire spreading in his chest.

The White Robed Woman grabbed his small hand and said in a deep voice, "Gather your líng qì, I will help you refine it..."

Wang Xian nodded, and a vast amount of spiritual power instantly poured into his body.

"Ah..."

With a cry of surprise, Wang Xian couldn't bear the rolling in líng qì at all.

He could only persist for a moment before he fainted.

Wang Xian, who was going to the Kunlun Sword Sect, stopped halfway.

The White Robed Woman took out a beast blanket, wrapped the slumbering Wang Xian in it, and placed him under a stone wall not far away.

In her opinion, it would take at least three days for Wang Xian to refine the inner core.

In three days, Wang Xian would likely miss a grand event at the Kunlun Sword Sect.

An accidental encounter, Wang Xian underwent another metamorphosis.

The White Robed Woman was not anxious, as if in her eyes, the Kunlun Sword Sect's Spring Recruitment Competition was not as important as the current young man's fortune.

Framed, stabbed with nine hundred and ninety-nine swords but not dead...

Nine deaths, no regrets, where could she find such a young man?

There were no traces of the divine sword on this trip to Kunlun, but she unexpectedly met Wang Xian.

Could this be fate?

Kunlun Sword Sect.

From the Second Month Second Day, the spring recruitment began.

In the blink of an eye, it was the Fifth of February, and the preliminary rounds had already passed for two days.

Following everyone, Duanmu Xi and Sima Jue finally stood on the Sword Sect's plaza, which was the dream of both of them, and even all the scholars from the academy.

"Junior Sister."

Sima Jue said in a low voice: "Today is the last day, and from now on, we will cultivate here."

Donghuang Shuyu took a deep breath and looked towards a ray of morning sun on the snow mountain.

She muttered to herself, "I suddenly remembered something. My mother said she was coming to Kunlun today. I wonder if she'll be able to see me compete on stage?"

"She definitely will," Sima Jue replied excitedly. "None of us are scheduled to compete early today. If the senior brothers competing in the morning aren't finished, we'll have to wait until the afternoon."

Donghuang Shuyu was silent for a moment, then gave a smile. "I hope my mother can make it."

Sima Jue nodded. "I really want to see her too."

Behind the main hall, by a mountain stream.

A red shadow flashed. It was Tantai Xiaoxue, looking for her master.

From a distance, she asked Dongfang Nishang, who was sitting at a table under a tree, "Master, why hasn't my junior brother from the Daoist temple arrived yet?"

Today was the last day of the Kunlun Sword Sect's Spring Recruitment Competition.

After waiting for a few days, there wasn't even a sign of junior brother Wang Xian.

Dongfang Nishang sighed and looked towards Kunlun's southern mountain. Her lips moved slightly. "Senior Brother, where is your beloved disciple? Today is the last day of the competition..."

The old Daoist was stunned by her words.

Looking at Donghuang Shuyu and Xiong Er in front of him, he thought for a moment and replied, "On the second month, second day, he left early in the morning to see you?"

Dongfang Nishang shook her head. "Xiaoxue has been looking for him for three days, but there's been no sign of him."

The old Daoist frowned and looked north. After searching for a long time, he only saw a patch of mist in a certain mountain stream...

He calculated with his fingers and was stunned.

He had calculated everything, but he had missed one person.

"Master, has my junior brother met with misfortune?"

Donghuang Shuyu, who had just arrived on the mountain, glanced at Xiong Er and asked the old Daoist, "Didn't Xiong Er say my junior brother is very strong?"

The old Daoist leisurely sighed.

He waved his hand. "You two go do your own things. I need to have a chat with your Martial Nephew."

He walked out of the main hall, saying as he went, "Xiong Er, help your Senior Sister dig this pit a little bigger. We'll plant water lilies in the summer."

Xiong Er let out an "Ao Wu."

Donghuang Shuyu giggled. "Master isn't afraid that my junior brother will get lost?"

"He won't get lost. Rest assured!"

The old Daoist didn't go into detail with Dongfang Nishang about Wang Xian's situation.

He simply gave a light smile. "He's on his way. He'll be here soon... You keep an eye on him for me. Don't cause any trouble."

"What do you mean?"

Dongfang Nishang was startled and quickly asked, "Could it be..."

The old Daoist shook his head. "Don't overthink it. I'm just afraid that he might suddenly awaken past memories on the road and encounter an enemy."

Dongfang Nishang's expression turned serious.

She blurted out, "Could it be that the person I met was just an amnesiac child?"

"What do you think?"

The old Daoist sighed and said with a bitter smile, "If you see him... bring him back to me as soon as possible."

Dongfang Nishang nodded. "Okay."

After speaking, she looked at Tantai Xiaoxue beside her and sighed solemnly. "It seems your junior brother isn't a simple fellow either."

On the plaza, the Heavenly Prides from the Four Great Sects and various other places had already gathered.

All the disciples bowed together and said, "Greetings, Elders."

The Great Elder smiled slightly and glanced at the Law Enforcement Elder.

The Law Enforcement Elder then stepped forward and announced loudly, "Everyone, you are all the Heavenly Prides of this era. The Kunlun Sword Sect has stood for a thousand years, and we welcome all of you to cultivate here."

The Heavenly Prides on the plaza let out a cheer.

The Law Enforcement Elder continued, "Today is the final day of the competition. Afterward, the disciples who make it onto the Heavenly Pride rankings will receive their respective rewards."

"Now, continue your competition!"