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To explain this, one had to start with the background of this world. There were two great intelligent races on this continent: the Human Race and the Demon Race. Their relationship was extremely poor. The Demon Race regarded humans as cultivation supplements, prey that could raise their experience and cultivation, while humans treated demons as merchandise. Once a demon fell into human hands, they would become goods to be carved up at will.

Ten thousand years ago, the Demon Race launched a war. The Human Race had nearly been unable to withstand them. At the most perilous moment, a great cultivator sacrificed himself, transforming his body into a realm and sealing the Demon Race within the barren, harsh Far Western Lands. From then on, the Far Western Lands came to be known as the Demon Realm.

The founding ancestor of the Sword Sect had been the great cultivator who sealed the Demon Realm back then. He was also the founding patriarch of Red Cloud Peak, and every generation of Red Cloud Peak disciples bore the responsibility of guarding the seal.

Yet ten thousand years had passed, and the seal from back then had long since become flawed. Two days ago, a tiger demon with Mahayana cultivation had escaped from the Demon Realm. The Demon Race possessed formidable physical bodies, and humans were no match for demons at the same level. Even though he was a sword cultivator with greater combat power, he could only fight the tiger demon to a draw. In the end, he killed it at the cost of damaging his foundation, but his injuries were so severe that he temporarily lost both his cultivation and memories.

Gravely injured and stripped of his cultivation, he was discovered by a Demonic Cultivator. The Demonic Cultivator tore out his spiritual root and stripped away his immortal bones. Even his Innate Dao Body was dealt a devastating blow.

After barely escaping the Demonic Cultivator's clutches, he encountered those supposedly righteous and prestigious sects, who coveted his damaged Innate Dao Body. They drew the blood from his heart and refined it into pills for comprehending the Dao, hoping to glimpse the Great Dao and attain ascension.

After Xie Xiuji had his spiritual root and immortal bones torn away and the blood from his heart drained dry, the Sword Sect kept his life lamp lit, so they did not dare kill him. Thus, they threw him into the Demon Realm.

Filled with hatred and unwillingness, he used a forbidden art, remolding his immortal bones with demon bones and replacing his spiritual root with a demon core, refining himself into a Half-Demon Body.

The suffering he experienced in the dream was painfully real. In reality, Xie Xiuji bit through his lower lip, blood spilling from the wound as though it had painted vivid color over his cool, aloof features, pale as a shallow moon. He looked exceptionally bewitching, enough to seize one's soul.

Just as he was nearly unable to endure the pain in the dream and was about to develop a heart demon, he suddenly caught a faintly sweet fragrance. A trembling voice, tinged with tears, entered his mind.

"Xie Xiuji... slower..."

"Xie Xiuji... I'm uncomfortable..."

The gloomy, oppressive dream abruptly turned into an indulgent scene. Xie Xiuji's breathing remained heavy, but the furrow between his brows eased. His expression changed from pain to pleasure, and a faint blush spread over the tips of his ears.

As the sun sank in the west, Xie Xiuji slowly opened his eyes. Subconsciously, he made a motion to pull the person beside him into his arms, but grasped at empty air.

He shot upright in bed and turned to look at the vacant other half of the bed. There were still traces of intimacy left upon it, but that side had long since gone cold.

He shook his somewhat swollen, aching head.

He remembered now. He was Xie Xiuji, and also Sword Venerable Mingxiao of the Sword Sect. He was not twenty years old this year, but over five hundred. Nor was he now the chief disciple of True Person Liuyi from the Heavenly Feather Sect. After turning twenty, he had transferred to the Sword Sect and become the personal disciple of Immortal Venerable Yinglian of Red Cloud Peak. Later, Immortal Venerable Yinglian ascended, and he inherited Red Cloud Peak, becoming Sword Venerable Mingxiao of the Sword Sect.

Cultivators with powerful cultivation did not dream easily. But if they did, it was either a warning from the Heavenly Dao that chaos was about to descend upon the world, or a prophetic dream concerning their own safety.

What he had dreamed last night was the latter. However, prophetic dreams only left behind a rough outline, while certain details remained unclear. For instance, he could not remember the exact identities of those who had torn out his spiritual root and immortal bones and drawn the blood from his heart.

A chill entered Sword Venerable Mingxiao's eyes. If he had not encountered Song Zhizhi yesterday, if Song Zhizhi had not saved him by a twist of fate, then what he had dreamed last night would have been his future.

Song Zhizhi had saved his life. As for what happened last night, although it had been done out of necessity to save someone, Song Zhizhi had ultimately suffered the greater loss. While he had lost his memories, he had promised to marry her. Now that his memories had returned, Sword Venerable Mingxiao had no intention of breaking his word.

But where had Song Zhizhi run off to?

He closed his eyes, and his powerful divine sense spread across a hundred-mile radius. Yet he found no trace of Song Zhizhi. Instead, he discovered the tracks of a group of Demonic Cultivators at the foot of the mountain.

Remembering the torment he had suffered in the dream, Sword Venerable Mingxiao's cold phoenix eyes flashed with chilling killing intent.

A moment later, Sword Venerable Mingxiao, dressed in white, slowly emerged from the Demonic Cultivators' stronghold. He carried a white longsword that gleamed with icy, snowy light. Though it had just slaughtered the Demonic Cultivators, not a speck of blood stained its blade, and it gave off excited sword cries.

This was Sword Venerable Mingxiao's natal sword, named Blood Drinker.

Once the sword left its sheath, it had to drink blood.

After Sword Venerable Mingxiao sheathed his sword and returned it to his dantian for nurturing, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

His grave injuries had not yet healed. Forcibly using his natal sword to execute these utterly wicked Demonic Cultivators only worsened his injuries.

His storage pouch had been damaged in the battle, so Sword Venerable Mingxiao could only form a voice-transmitting paper crane and send it to the Sword Sect's Sect Master.

"Senior Brother Sect Master, this is Mingxiao. Come here and take me back. Also, help me find someone..."

When the Sword Sect's Sect Master received Sword Venerable Mingxiao's message, the heart that had been hanging in his throat settled by more than half. He immediately set out to bring him back to the sect. As for the person Sword Venerable Mingxiao wanted him to find—

Half a month later, Sword Venerable Mingxiao's injuries had recovered by more than half. The Sect Master returned with the information he had gathered, his expression complicated.

"Junior Brother, I had people investigate. There is no place called 755 Tongxing Street in either the cultivation world or the mortal world. Did you give me the wrong address?"

"Couldn't find it?" Sword Venerable Mingxiao frowned. He recalled Song Zhizhi's words and confirmed that this was indeed the address she had given him.

Either Song Zhizhi had been confused at the time and given the wrong address, or she had been lying.

Thinking of how she had suddenly vanished that morning, Sword Venerable Mingxiao felt that the second possibility was more likely. Perhaps even the name Song Zhizhi was fake.

Sword Venerable Mingxiao silently ground his back teeth. He had been deceived.

For some reason, the Sect Master suddenly felt the wind in Scarlet Cloud Hall turn cold and biting. Looking at Sword Venerable Mingxiao's handsome face, which had abruptly darkened several shades, he became curious about just what kind of extraordinary person this Song Zhizhi was, to stir such intense emotion in Sword Venerable Mingxiao, who had always been cold-hearted and indifferent, like a humanoid weapon.

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