Starting as a Grandmaster, all of my cultivation techniques are at max level.

"The weather is unpredictable. That powerful figure later died unexpectedly, and Jiang Yan lost his biggest backer. For some reason, he became an outlaw and founded the Thirteen Bandits."

"If I hadn't met his master by chance back then, I probably wouldn't have known about this."

Shen Jinghan and Xia Jin exchanged a glance, a hint of shock flashing in their eyes simultaneously.

"So... although Jiang Yan is now a bandit leader, he once had a top-level expert standing behind him?" Shen Jinghan muttered to himself.

Xiao Xuan nodded.

"Furthermore, don't forget. Even if the master of a top-tier master falls, the legacy left behind by his disciple won't disappear along with him."

"Those things aren't apparent on ordinary days, but they become crucial in critical moments..."

Xiao Xuan smiled meaningfully.

"It might come in very handy."

Xia Jin nodded thoughtfully.

"Does Master mean that even with his many methods, the new Hall Master of the Wrathful Soul Hall, Gui Shu, might not be able to easily subdue these thirteen bandits?"

Xiao Xuan glanced at Xia Jin, "That's exactly right."

"I've heard a bit about this new Hall Master of the Wrathful Souls Hall. He's certainly capable of rising to prominence, but he's too confident and too eager for quick success."

"He thinks he can easily wipe out the thirteen bandits? Heh, once he finds out Jiang Yan's true strength, he'll probably be in for a headache."

Shen Jinghan listened with great interest and slapped his thigh.

"So, this trip not only burned down the gates of the Hall of Wrathful Souls, but also dug a huge pit for Ghost Guard?"

Xia Jin looked at the master and apprentice and couldn't help but chuckle.

However, he suddenly thought of something.

"By the way, Master."

Xia Jin took out the white bone from her storage ring.

The bone was as white as jade, and under the sunlight, faint red lines could be seen flowing within it.

"This disciple discovered this item in the treasury of the Hall of Wrathful Souls."

As she spoke, Xia Jin handed the skeleton to Xiao Xuan.

"There seems to be an extremely pure aura of fire essence remaining on these bones. This disciple's knowledge is too shallow to discern their origin, and I would like to ask Master for your help."

Xiao Xuan was leaning lazily against the pillar, but his eyes suddenly lit up the moment he saw the white bone.

He took the skeleton, held it up to his eyes, and examined it carefully.

"This is......"

Xiao Xuan's brows furrowed tightly, and his eyes, slightly tinged with alcohol, gleamed with a sharp light.

Shen Jinghan was also very curious when he saw his master's appearance.

He leaned closer, wanting to get a better look, but Xiao Xuan slapped him away.

"Don't cause trouble."

Shen Jinghan rubbed his head, which had been slapped so hard, and shrugged back, muttering under his breath, "It's just a bone, why make such a fuss..."

Xia Jin didn't speak, but just quietly looked at Xiao Xuan.

He could sense that the value of this bone was probably far beyond his imagination.

Xiao Xuan examined the skeleton for the time it takes to brew a cup of tea before slowly setting it down and taking a deep breath.

A complex expression appeared on his face.

There was shock, and even a hint of... awe?

"Master, what... what is this?" Xia Jin couldn't help but ask.

Xiao Xuan frowned, just about to explain, when suddenly, a white light flew from afar and landed in front of him.

It was a paper crane.

"Hmm? At this time, do you perhaps have something else to ask me?" Xiao Xuan reached out and caught the paper crane.

But after glancing at the contents, his expression suddenly became somewhat subtle.

"Wait here, I'll be right back." Xiao Xuan casually placed the white bone on the stone table, stood up, and transformed into a streak of light, flying towards the main peak of Yunshang Academy.

......

The main hall of the Cloud Academy.

Inside the main hall, the three familiar figures were still sitting there, waiting for Xiao Xuan.

As a slight ripple came, Venerable Canglan, who was sitting in the main seat, raised his head and looked through the hall's doors into the distance.

A moment later, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"Senior Brother Xiao is here."

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure appeared at the entrance of the main hall.

Xiao Xuan strode into the hall, frowned, glanced at the three of them, and asked, "Junior brother, why are you in such a hurry to see me? What's the matter?"

Master Canglan smiled but did not reply.

Elder Su and Elder Wen, who were standing nearby, stood up and bowed to Xiao Xuan in unison.

"Greetings, Senior Brother Xiao!"

"Alright, alright, no need for formalities. Speak, what is it? My time is very precious!"

Master Canglan looked at the other person, his smile faded, and he became serious.

"Senior brother, please have a seat. It's what you asked me to find!"

With a wave of his hand, the Venerable Canglan conjured a wooden box that landed steadily in front of Xiao Xuan.

Xiao Xuan was still preoccupied with the matter of the white bone, and frowned impatiently. But the moment he casually glanced at the wooden box, his gaze flickered.

"This is......"

His voice even seemed to have changed.

After taking a deep breath, Xiao Xuan reached out and held the wooden box in his hands.

His fingers trembled slightly as he opened the wooden box.

The next moment, a slightly yellowed and tattered map slowly floated up from the box and hung in mid-air.

Xiao Xuan's gaze fell on the mark, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"Has that thing been found?"

Master Canglan nodded slightly, a smile on his face.

"Senior brother, we've found the location on this map."

Xiao Xuan stared intently at the cinnabar mark, his breathing becoming noticeably rapid, and his eyes showing a rare... loss of composure.

"Tell me quickly!! Is that place... where the Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Grass is?"

Master Canglan looked at Xiao Xuan, his smile deepening.

He didn't speak, but simply waved his hand gently again.

A soft light flashed, and a box made entirely of a transparent, glass-like material suddenly appeared.

Inside that transparent box, a medicinal herb lay quietly.

The herb was entirely dark purple, and in the center of each leaf were scattered silver patterns. In particular, at the top of the herb was a fruit the size of a longan, as if something was slowly pulsating inside.

The Soul Grass of Ten Thousand Years!