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Immortal Venerable Changyun had a very good impression of Qiaoqiao.

Let's go.

It seems you can't find what you're looking for here.

Bai Fu's eyes sharpened. Back in the cave, what the skeletal hand had taken away was the "Saint Pill" that the group had been desperately seeking. He had thought he could find traces of the skeletal hand here, but he found nothing.

In his previous life, Nangong was that person's right-hand man, doing many things for him. In this life, however, Nangong seems to have become a discarded pawn, dying without any value.

This further confirmed his conjecture.

He wasn't the only one who possessed memories of his past life.

"Here you go." Changyun shoved a bottle of pills into his hand. "You can barely suppress your killing intent, but you should know that it won't last much longer."

He entered the Slaughter Sword Dao through the Guardian Sword Dao, obtaining the ultimate Slaughter Sword Intent. The price was that his killing intent grew increasingly intense. Every genius swordsman who walked this path was eventually controlled by the killing intent, then went mad and committed murder, and finally died a tragic death as a demon.

Changyun couldn't bear to see his good friend end up like this.

"Bai Fu, you always have your reasons for doing things... Don't forget I'm still waiting for you to come eat the Immortal Spirit Duck. Remember to bring your little apprentice along."

Bai Fu raised his head. The moonlight outside the window was soft and gentle. Gazing at the moon, he thought of his beloved. He wondered if the little girl had already fallen asleep.

Although it was late at night, Qiaoqiao couldn't fall asleep.

She hasn't been sleeping well these past few days—it's hard to fall asleep if you open your eyes to see three little figures dancing with swords in front of you.

These three illusory figures, like miniature versions of herself, repeatedly practiced the three moves "Slay the Star River," "Descending Flower Rain," and "Asking the Heavens" within her field of vision.

Qiaoqiao rested her chin on her hand, her eyelids drooping, forced to watch repeatedly. As she watched, the profound sword intent in the swordplay seeped into her consciousness, and unknowingly, her swordsmanship was quietly improving.

At this moment, Qiaoqiao had not yet grasped the wonder of this "semi-automatic cramming upgrade." She was yawning and about to fall asleep.

"Junior Sister."

"Third Senior Sister?"

Wen Zhi stepped into the courtyard. "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

"... I can't sleep." She rested her chin on her hand, sitting on the stone steps in front of the door, her starry eyes half-open, half-asleep.

Wen Zhi sat down next to her, seemingly in the mood for conversation, "Since you can't sleep, how about you chat with your senior sister?"

"Hmm. What would you like to talk about, senior sister?"

Wen Zhi looked her over. In the moonlight, the girl's skin was as smooth as white porcelain, her thick, delicate eyelashes drooped like butterfly wings, and her face was as beautiful as a flower, fresh and charming. Thinking about it carefully, her junior sister was already twenty-two years old, an age when love had begun to blossom, yet she had never heard of her liking anyone. On such a quiet night, she couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

Junior sister, do you have someone you like?

"No."

"Have you ever thought about what kind of person you like?"

"I haven't thought about it." Qiaoqiao rested her chin on her hand and thought for a moment. In fact, she didn't think she had to like anyone. Just like her third senior sister, she had been attracted to Liu Xiu before, but after discovering Liu Xiu's true colors, she only wanted to focus on Dao of Alchemy and becoming a powerful Alchemist. Love was no longer important to her.

"I think..."

"The person I like must be good-looking."

[As handsome as Sect Master Mu or Master!]

Wen Zhi:?

Although Master is indeed a renowned beauty in the Cultivation World, given his universally revered status, very few dare to discuss his appearance...

"Secondly, you also have to be good to me."

[Treat me as well as you would your master!]

Wen Zhi's heart skipped a beat. Perhaps... her junior sister was just using an analogy?

But the object of this analogy is really...

Remembering that she had come on official business, she suppressed her unease for the time being and took out a butterfly hairpin. "Junior Sister, do you think this hairpin is pretty?"

Taking advantage of the opportunity to hand over the hairpin, she subtly pressed on Qiaoqiao's pulse point, her Spiritual Qi quietly covering her fingertips.

Qiaoqiao was completely unaware.

Wen Zhi took her pulse, and after a moment, gently shook her head toward the corner.

After seeing those black characters above Qiaoqiao's head that day, Wen Zhi had been thinking about it ever since. She consulted many medical books, but to no avail. So she decided to examine Qiaoqiao's pulse.

The pulse diagnosis showed that her Dantian was full of Spiritual Qi, her sword intent was still increasing, and her condition was simply too good.

Seeing this, Shen Ji, who was in the corner, breathed a slight sigh of relief. So far, it seemed his junior sister hadn't been affected by the strange words, but what about later?

Perhaps he should tell his master about this and discuss it with him?

Unbeknownst to him, in the nearby woods, the white-clad figure who had rushed back stood atop a tree, hearing every whisper carried by the wind clearly, its sound penetrating to his very heart.

Three days later, the disciples of the Flowing Cloud Sect set off to return to their sect.

Qiaoqiao and her senior brothers and sisters gathered in the courtyard. Shen Ji had set off two days earlier. Although his ranking in this sect competition was not ideal, he had accumulated a lot of experience. Witnessing Fu Fengyuan's breakthrough was also a great inspiration to him. His State of Mind improved, and he was about to break through. He rushed back to Ethereal Peak to go into seclusion ahead of time.

"Strange, why don't I see Second Senior Sister?" Qiaoqiao turned her head around, feeling that there were especially few people today.

"Your second senior sister received a letter from the Xiao Household last night, saying that there was something at home that she needed to handle, so she rushed back to the Xiao Household overnight," Wen Zhi said.

Qiaoqiao paused for a moment, feeling as if something was about to burst forth from her mind.

"Junior Sister, what's wrong?" Fu Fengyuan asked with concern.

A scene from her dream flashed before Qiaoqiao, startling her.

Oh no!

[Second Senior Sister is in trouble!]

Wen Zhi and Fu Fengyuan were both startled.

On the way back, the second senior sister found an injured white fox, which was actually the Fox King of the Demon Realm.

The Fox King claimed to be a little demon, severely injured, and begged his second senior sister to take him back. The second senior sister was deceived and escorted him all the way back to the Demon Realm... Little did she know that the Fox King already knew her identity and had his eyes on the Xiao Household's wealth.