Holding a lantern, guiding souls across, Lady Hou comes from the underworld.

Xia Ximo felt that the sword light was particularly dazzling.

For a moment, she couldn't open her eyes at all.

But her unease did not disappear; instead, it intensified.

In a flash, it felt like I was back to that night when I single-handedly stormed Mount Ling…

Her blood was boiling, her mind was a complete mess, but when she saw her senior brother's corpse, her heart turned completely cold.

At that moment, she subconsciously reached out to touch Yan Zhengchu's clothes and called out in a hoarse voice, "Senior Brother..."

The figure blocking her way remained motionless and did not respond.

"Yan...Yan Zhengchu!"

Xia Ximo called out again, but all around was silent; even the wind seemed to have stopped.

Apart from her own voice, nothing else could be heard.

It took her a while to understand what was going on.

Yan Zhengchu used himself and the jade sword to create a barrier that protected her within it.

Realizing this, Xia Ximo hurriedly came to his side. Although he stood tall and straight in front of him, his eyes were already closed.

Her hands trembled as she tried to check his breath, but she immediately pulled them back.

A sudden, sharp pain shot through her left shoulder, making her dizzy and unsteady on her feet. She collapsed backward to the ground...

On the day she first arrived at Mount Ling, her senior brother handed her a long sword, his eyes filled with gentleness and kindness as he looked at her.

He said, "From this day forward, you are the thirtieth generation disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect. This is your sword..."

As he spoke, he patted her head again. "You're probably the youngest in the entire Spirit Sword Sect. What's your name?"

She blinked and stared at him, then after a long pause uttered a single word: "Mo..."

"Oh, so that must be Junior Sister Mo."

After that, he always referred to her as "Junior Sister Xiao Mo".

He secretly protected her when his master treated her harshly.

When it was his turn to be punished, he laughed and said, "Junior Sister Mo, the most important thing in life is to be happy. You see, even though Master is punishing me, he still loves me in his heart..."

After being expelled from her sect, she became a "female demon" reviled by everyone.

Only he looked at her with the same sincerity as before.

He still worries that she is not doing well outside and that she is being bullied.

Even though she was so strong that she had no rivals, in his heart she would always just be his junior sister.

"Everyone calls you a female demon, but in your senior brother's heart, you'll always be your junior sister..."

He said this with tears in his eyes.

Only he could understand how incredibly difficult it was for her to survive...

Xia Ximo crashed heavily to the ground, staring at the jade sword that still hung in the air, resembling the moon over Mount Ling.

Her senior brother was still by her side, but she was still a step too late.

She felt the pain spreading throughout her body; her hands and feet were numb, and tears, which she hadn't shed in a long time, began to flow uncontrollably from her sore eyes…

Outside the barrier, the masked attendants were also surprised that this young Taoist priest from Yunhe Mountain had such a hidden trick up his sleeve.

The "Three Holy Sons" standing to the side scoffed.

"It's just a spent force, nothing to fear."

It's strange that three faces with different appearances can even laugh in unison.

As they were talking, a cloud of malevolent energy suddenly crashed into the jade sword suspended in mid-air.

The jade sword visibly wobbled under the heavy blow. Although it did not fall, the barrier had already begun to crack.

Upon seeing this, the eight servants each took up a weapon and stepped forward, about to stab Yan Zhengchu.

However, at that moment, an even more dazzling white light blocked their way.

The servants immediately stepped back a few paces, only to discover that there were two more people in the cave at some point.

Ren Fengjue, holding a snow-white jade sword, slowly approached them, followed by Yu Lang.

The three holy sons looked at the two of them, and their expressions changed slightly.

"Aren't you already dead?"

A mocking smile appeared on Ren Fengjue's lips, but he said, "You really almost died, but unfortunately, you were just a little short."

Two hours ago, not long after Yu Lang left Xuanjing Hall, Doctor Yan came out of the room.

He looked anxious, glancing left and right, but couldn't see Yu Lang or Xia Ximo.

The remaining shadow guard quickly stepped forward to inquire about the situation: "Excuse me, has Lord Ren woken up?"

Doctor Yan shook his head and sighed, saying, "The old man did his best, but that young master... has already passed away."

The Shadow Guard was caught off guard by the news and was immediately filled with disbelief. It took him a while to remember to rush into the room to check on the situation.

However, Ren Fengjue was lying on the couch, and he was indeed lifeless.

Like a bolt from the blue, the Shadow Guards were momentarily at a loss.

After a long while, he remembered that he should tell Yu Lang about it.

Just as he was about to leave, he caught a glimpse of Ren Fengjue's finger twitching slightly out of the corner of his eye.

Thinking he was seeing things, he stopped and took a closer look.

Upon seeing it, they were both surprised and delighted.

Ren Fengjue's originally pale face slowly regained its color, and he opened his eyes.

Standing at the door, Doctor Yan almost thought he had been poisoned by a Gu curse and that's why he suddenly "came back to life."

After steeling myself and stepping forward to check his pulse, I was shocked again.

He wasn't poisoned; he did indeed survive.

Of course, only Ren Fengjue himself knew exactly what had happened.

After his consciousness completely dissipated, his uncle Ren Yao suddenly appeared.

He felt both somewhat dazed and delighted.

After all, Ren Yao's soul was awakened last time at Yunhe Mountain, but he didn't have a chance to see him.

"Uncle, am I... already dead?"

Ren Yao's appearance remained unchanged, just as Ren Fengjue had seen him when he was a child.

He stepped forward and gently patted Ren Fengjue's head, still with a hint of doting affection, and said, "Feng'er, you won't die. It's just that your uncle is preparing to leave."

Ren Fengjue had long heard Yan Zhengchu say that his uncle's soul had been hidden in his body all these years.

The method Ren Yao used was actually to use his own soul to fill the missing piece of his nephew's soul.

Now, Ren Fengjue's soul has fully returned to its place, and Ren Yao is protecting him. Having survived this final tribulation, it is time for him to depart.

Ren Fengjue was shocked by these words.

He was always meticulous and perceptive, so it was impossible for him not to guess what Ren Yao's sudden appearance meant.

This may be the last time we meet.

"Uncle, why..."

For so many years, his uncle has been a knot in his heart, and even now, it has not been completely untied.

Ren Yao had been inside his body for so many years; it was impossible for him not to know.

His smile remained nonchalant; in Ren Xuan's words, he seemed unreliable.

Yet, nothing he did was unreliable…

"Xiao Feng, I know you've always felt that your uncle's accident was because of you."

"You've always felt very guilty about it."

"But in fact, cause and effect were already predetermined. Perhaps, the reason I appeared in this world, became your uncle, and shielded you from those calamities was all arranged long ago..."

"So, keep doing what you want to do, and leave no regrets in this world..."