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Fan Wuyou pondered for a moment and gently patted his shoulder in reassurance.
"I understand. I will have the other elders conduct a thorough investigation of Thunderwind Valley shortly to see if there are any additional clues."
"Master, there is one more thing. The Xuanbing Jiao shows signs of having dragon lineage!"
"What?"
If the previous matter was within Fan Wuyou's expectations, this news took him by surprise. Since the great calamity a thousand years ago, no human cultivators had ascended, and the decline of demon cultivators was even more pronounced. It was rare to see true dragons or phoenixes, let alone beasts with signs of bloodline advancement.
Demon cultivators had been weak for too long, which was why they had been captured and turned into spirit pets by humans.
Elder Chang coughed softly and sighed deeply. "I'm afraid the entire cultivation world is about to undergo a significant change. Have you consulted with the Master of the Heavenly Mechanism Palace?"
Fan Wuyou forced a smile. "You should know by now that the Heavenly Mechanism Palace has been closed to visitors for over seventy years. This time, I sent messages along with several other sect leaders, but there has been no response from them at all."
"It seems they have truly made up their minds to remain uninvolved this time."
The Heavenly Mechanism Palace specialized in divination, and their silence cast a shadow over all the sect leaders.
If even the Heavenly Mechanism Palace has shut its doors, just how severe is this calamity?
At that moment, Qi Xiao, who was meditating with his eyes closed, was also frantically contemplating this matter in his heart. Although he had died early, he had heard some rumors.
After his death, following the grand competition among the immortal sects, news erupted that the demon race still existed. In addition to the demon race, many ruthless cultivators chose to work for them and were met with public outrage.
Among them was the wandering cultivator Baohua, who came from the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect and had dealings with the demon race. Somehow, he concocted a secret method for controlling beasts.
This method not only temporarily enhanced the strength of spirit pets and refined their bloodlines but also allowed him to control their minds completely, turning them into instruments of slaughter. As long as they could achieve their goals, those spirit pets would not hesitate even if it meant death!
Previously, he had used this beast-controlling method to massacre dozens of immortal sects large and small; even the renowned Miaochun Valley fell victim to this disaster.
Wait—Miaochun Valley! How could he have forgotten such an important matter?
Although Miaochun Valley's tragic lesson was closely related to recent events, it was evident that Baohua's ability to cause a long-standing major sect to vanish overnight spoke volumes.
Qi Xiao had died too early and did not know what had transpired in the cultivation world afterward. However, since even Miaochun Valley had suffered such a fate, other sects were likely not faring any better.
He inexplicably felt that this incident might be connected to Baohua. If that were true, then the crisis was approaching much sooner than anyone had anticipated.
In Qingjing Peak, within a small courtyard.
Su Lingyue awoke from her nightmare, her face pale as she recalled everything that had happened in her dream. Cold sweat dripped down her forehead, and she felt as if she were in a different realm.
She saw everyone dead—bodies, blood, and thick black mist surrounded her. Countless disciples had perished on the mountain of the Xiaoyao Sect! A shadowy figure in a black robe sat atop a monstrous bird, laughing mockingly as it looked down upon them.
The esteemed Xiaoyao Sect was nothing but this!
Her junior sister, Song Xiaoling, propped herself up with her sword, determined to charge forward and continue fighting. But the black-robed figure waved its sleeve, unleashing a wave of dense black mist that engulfed her. She writhed in agony as the mist corroded her sword-wielding hand, severing it completely.
She fell into a pool of blood, life slipping away from her as she gazed on with unwillingness.
"Senior Sister, I am not willing! I refuse to accept this!"
Su Lingyue tightly embraced her dying junior sister, wailing in despair. Yet, all the members of the Xiaoyao Sect were dead; no one could respond to her cries.
She laid her fallen junior sister down and attempted to charge forward for a self-detonation. But just as she soared into the air, the black mist bound her internal energy, rendering her unable to even explode.
Pulled by the mist, she was brought before the black-robed monster.
The creature stared at her for a moment, seemingly savoring the expression of pain on her face before tossing her onto the back of the bird and landing her at Ye Xiuyuan's feet.
"Since she is your senior sister, you can end this yourself."
His words sounded like a twisted grace but dripped with mockery. Having killed enough people, he relished watching different kinds of tragedies unfold.
Ye Xiuyuan stepped out from behind the black-robed monster with a blank expression on his face, tears glistening in his eyes as he looked at her with pity. Yet in his hand was a sharp sword that he thrust mercilessly into Su Lingyue's abdomen. He twisted it slightly, completely shattering her core!
"Senior Sister, I have no choice. You will forgive me, right?"
She opened her mouth wide and gasped for breath as blood poured from her throat, unwillingly shouting.
"No forgiveness—never!"
As she awoke from the nightmare, Su Lingyue was still disoriented when she saw Ye Xiuyuan leaning closer with a worried smile.
"Senior Sister, why do you look so pale? Did you have a nightmare?"
He pulled out a silk handkerchief to wipe the sweat from Su Lingyue's brow, but she instinctively recoiled from his touch.
In the dream, her junior brother had been nothing more than a monster adept at wearing a facade of weakness. When he was weak, he played along with them; but when he no longer needed to pretend, he immediately shed his mask and drained them of all their worth.
The dream felt too real; Su Lingyue found it nearly impossible to convince herself that it had merely been a dream!
Ye Xiuyuan's smile froze as his hand halted mid-air.
"Senior Sister?"
His voice carried confusion and embarrassment, tinged with an undercurrent of grievance.
Su Lingyue hurriedly lowered her head to avoid his gaze, her complexion slightly pale.
"I'm fine, you can go ahead. I need to freshen up," she said.
Ye Xiuyuan felt a pang of reluctance but had no choice but to leave.
Su Lingyue sat dazed at the head of the bed, her expression vacant as she looked around at her surroundings. The sunlight was warm, yet it made her feel a bit cold.
Is this a dream? No, it certainly doesn’t feel like one!
Hugging her arms tightly, Su Lingyue pressed her lips together, a glimmer of determination appearing in her eyes. Though she didn’t understand why she had this dream, she knew that if that day were to come, she would do everything in her power to stop it!
As for her junior brother...
A chill crossed Su Lingyue's face as she made up her mind.
Outside, Ye Xiuyuan walked away, feeling increasingly uneasy for reasons he couldn't quite grasp. He moved to a secluded spot and spoke softly.
"System, what is Su Lingyue's current favorability rating?"
"Fifty-four. The host needs to continue working hard."
Ye Xiuyuan stumbled slightly, nearly losing his footing. What? They had only exchanged glances, how could the senior sister's favorability drop so much?
Su Lingyue had always been the person with the most stable favorability towards him on Qingjing Peak, consistently above eighty and steadily rising. Although there was a slight decline after Qi Xiao left the peak, his persistent efforts had raised her favorability to eighty-seven.
And yet, just one brief encounter caused such a significant drop?
Ye Xiuyuan couldn’t accept it. He felt on the verge of breaking down, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth. "I've worked so hard; is it not enough for her?"
The system's voice remained cold and even slightly mocking. "Host, please try harder."
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