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The air inside the hall seemed to have frozen into ice.

Wen Tianhe's terrifying pressure pressed down on Chen Xu like an invisible mountain, awaiting his explanation.

Chen Xu was silent for a moment, his breathing slightly disordered, but he tried his best to keep his voice steady:

"Because I... damaged the evil spirit's weapon, causing the evil spirit's lair to collapse."

"Since the matter had been settled, no further reports were made."

"A weapon for controlling the enemy?" Wen Tianhe narrowed his eyes slightly, and the oppressive aura surrounding Chen Xu lessened a bit.

"What kind of military equipment was it? And how was it damaged?"

Chen Xu took a deep breath and calmly described:

"Reporting back to the sect master, what I saw was a scarlet ancient cauldron nearly ten zhang tall."

"The cauldron was covered in cracks, and its aura was foul and violent; it was on the verge of collapse..."

He paused briefly, then fabricated a story: "In my panic, I struck the cracks with my spiritual energy, and the cauldron collapsed on its own."

Upon hearing the description, Wen Tianhe's pupils contracted, and he was deeply shaken, completely ignoring the details of how Chen Xu had damaged the military equipment.

"The crimson ancient cauldron... could it be... the Evil Emperor Cauldron!?"

Thinking of this, a look of horror flashed in his eyes. He no longer cared about questioning Chen Xu and directly transformed into a streak of blue and yellow light and left.

Chen Xu stood still, and the terrifying pressure suddenly disappeared, causing him to sway slightly.

He gazed in the direction where Wen Tianhe had disappeared, lost in thought.

"This...should be considered the end of the interrogation, right?"

Chen Xu waited quietly for another quarter of an hour before leaving the side hall of the main peak and returning to his cave on his sword.

……

At the same time, the light that Wen Tianhe transformed into quickly descended like a shooting star to the moon, landing outside a secluded and quiet courtyard.

Inside the courtyard, a handsome young man with a lingering melancholy sat at a stone table.

He held a small carving knife, his expression focused, carefully carving a piece of spirit wood.

Amidst the flying sawdust, the lifelike silhouette of a woman with gentle features has already emerged.

The boy stroked the delicate face of the wooden carving, his eyes filled with sorrow.

Wen Tianhe landed silently in the courtyard, without disturbing anyone.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the boy's focused figure, his expression complex.

After a long while, the boy stopped carving with his knife.

He carefully brushed away the debris from the wooden statue, then slowly rose, turned to Wen Tianhe, and respectfully bowed, saying, "Greetings, Lord Wen Tianhe."

Wen Tianhe nodded slightly, his tone leaving no room for doubt: "Yunxiao, pack your things and come with me to leave Nanjiang."

Upon hearing this, Yunxiao's eyes flashed with surprise: "Why?"

He didn't understand why Wen Tianhe would suddenly issue such an order.

The Blood Transformation Array has been set up, and evil spirits are about to arrive. This is precisely the time when they need him, the array master.

Wen Tianhe looked at the rolling dark clouds on the distant horizon, his voice calm:

"The evil spirits that have come this time are far stronger than expected, probably above the Nascent Soul stage, and far beyond what the Blood Transformation Array can withstand."

"If we stay, we will surely die."

Yunxiao fell silent. He slowly turned his head, his gaze returning to the wooden carving of the woman on the stone table.

He reached out and gently stroked the wooden carving's hair bun, his eyes becoming unusually determined.

He looked at Wen Tianhe again, his tone calm yet stubborn:

"I don't care whether Nanjiang lives or dies."

"But this courtyard is where Ruyin lived for the last time."

"I promised her I would take good care of this place for her. So I will definitely protect it to the end."

Looking at the almost obsessive look in the boy's eyes, Wen Tianhe felt somewhat helpless.

Then he casually waved his sleeve, and Yunxiao didn't even have time to react.

An overwhelming sense of dizziness instantly overwhelmed my consciousness, my vision went black, and my body slumped backward.

Wen Tianhe flashed and appeared beside Yunxiao, steadily carrying the unconscious boy's body, and sped towards the direction of Hansong Sect.

Meanwhile, in Dark City, both Ping An and Jackal's tokens vibrated simultaneously, receiving instructions from Lord He:

"Hurry and wait outside the city."

Inside the Cold Pine Gate, Chen Xu's clone and Li Yuan also instantly received a telepathic message from Wen Tianhe:

"Proceed to the main hall immediately and await orders!"

……

Three days later, Wen Tianhe, carrying the unconscious Yunxiao in one hand, and with Ping'an and Jackal in the other, successfully passed through the Qishan pass.

Of course, his two apprentices, Chen Xu and Li Yuan, accompanied him.

Just as the group was about to enter Yunzhou territory, a slightly mocking voice suddenly rang out from ahead:

"Fellow Daoist Wen, you're in such a hurry. Where are you taking your family for some leisurely time?"

On the ruins of the pass ahead, a handsome young man dressed in a dark brocade robe with cloud patterns silently appeared.

It is Mo Yun Gu Gu Zhu, Mo Ju De.

Behind him were more than ten Foundation Establishment cultivators dressed in Han family attire.

One of them, with a complicated look in his eyes, was Wang Tiezhu, Chen Xu's longtime friend.

Wen Tianhe stopped in his tracks, his gaze fixed on Mo Jude, his tone grave: "Mo Jude? I didn't expect that even you would willingly become a henchman of evil, blocking my retreat."

Mojude chuckled as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world:

"Wen Tianhe, your cultivation of the 'Blood Fiend Demon Transformation Technique,' which devours the life force of living beings to strengthen itself, is not necessarily any more honorable than the methods of evil spirits!"

He took a step forward, and the air beneath his feet seemed to ripple, with wisps of dark mist emanating from his body.

"The struggle for supremacy is inherently a matter of the survival of the fittest. You and I both pursue our own interests, so why do you put on this hypocritical act, feigning compassion?"

Wen Tianhe snorted coldly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with Mo Jude's sarcasm.

Mo Jude said no more, his smile vanished, and he instantly transformed into a thick sea of ​​fog.

As the sea of ​​fog churned, countless black blades burst forth, covering Wen Tianhe like a tidal wave.

"Protect [Cloud Soar]!" Wen Tianhe shouted, throwing [Cloud Soar] to the nearest [Jackal].

At the same time, he shook his arms, and his blood energy suddenly erupted, transforming into a huge blood-red shield in front of him.

However, Mo Jude obtained some kind of opportunity, and his cultivation also broke through to the mid-stage of Core Formation, greatly increasing his strength.

Its eerie black mist carried a strange power, forcing Wen Tianhe to retreat repeatedly, unable to retaliate.

"Kill!" Almost the instant Mo Wen and his companion clashed, more than ten Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Han family charged toward Chen Xu and his group with chilling killing intent.

Seeing this, Chen Xu realized the trouble was coming and immediately equipped himself with the [Ghost Rope's Berserker Blade], taking the initiative to rush to the front.

"Leave everything to me!"

He then took out a spirit sword and, while using the "Thousand Swords Technique," unleashed hundreds of second-tier talismans to fight against the group of Han family cultivators.

None of the Han family cultivators were a match for Chen Xu, and they were quickly defeated.

However, Chen Xu deliberately restrained his attacks and spared the lives of several people, including Wang Tiezhu.