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"That headless demon is your advisor."

"The advisor?"

"Yes, it is Dixiao."

Xuande's expression was complex.

"Back then, when your master ventured into the Ghost Realm, we all thought he had been annihilated, but we never expected that he would barely escape the Ghost Realm and die on his way back to the sect."

As she spoke, her voice gradually softened, "On the night of the return of the soul, your master went out to perform a ritual. When he returned to the sect, he devoured several junior sisters and brothers, including your master's wife. I thought I was going to die too, but after he regained consciousness, he spared my life. For so many years, I have never dared to tell your master. I only told him that I was a vengeful ghost who was passing by."

"You know your master's temperament; he's always had compassion for evil spirits," Xuande sighed heavily. "But my master, who raised me, killed his own wife. If I were to tell him about this..."

"So Master didn't know the headless general was the advisor?"

"Yes." Xuanxiao nodded.

Xu Guangkun was surprised; he didn't know why his master was still trying to stop him.

Could it be...?

"That three-headed, six-armed..."

He interrupted Xuande halfway through his sentence, raising his hand to say, "You guessed right, that three-headed, six-armed creature was the evil spirit that ate my whole family."

"Does the advisor know?"

"I know, he knew perfectly well..." A fierce hatred surged across Xuande's face. "I will tear them all to pieces!"

Having said that, Xu Guangkun understood the whole story. "Uncle-Master, are you confident about this trip?"

"I'm not sure. Even after your master became a ghost, he retained the body-cultivation methods of my Lingbao School. He wasn't an expert, but he was still on par with me. Plus, he'd eaten countless people and sorcerers..."

Xu Guangkun frowned as he listened.

This trip is likely to be dangerous, but he has no intention of backing down.

"Uncle-Master, let's go."

To his surprise, Xuande didn't move at all, but just stared straight ahead. "I have something else I want to say to you."

"What?"

Xu Guangkun was somewhat puzzled. They had already come this far, so what else did he need to explain?

Discuss countermeasures?

Xuande's voice was melodious, like distant mountains: "If you become a demon, you will face endless hunger and thirst, and no matter how strong your will is, you will not be able to win."

He turned to look at Xu Guangkun, his words sharp and unwavering, "If one day your relatives and friends become their accomplices, show no pity, do not hesitate..."

"Slay your own relatives and friends, cut off all your friends' friendships, and utterly destroy them!"

"it is good."

Xu Guangkun readily agreed.

But something felt off; these words sounded like he was giving his last instructions.

So he hurriedly urged, "Let's go, Uncle-Master."

Xuande ignored his urging, looked at him for a while, and suddenly smiled: "We don't know if he'll come back alive. Don't hide this from your master. Perhaps he'll develop hatred for evil spirits and focus on cultivation. Half a year should be enough for him to break through to the next realm."

After saying that, he took a step forward, raised his hand, and chopped down hard at the back of Xu Guangkun's neck.

Xu Guangkun's expression suddenly changed drastically; he finally understood what Xuande wanted to do.

He was going to enter this hellish place alone!

Xu Guangkun reached out to block Xuande's attack and spoke urgently.

"Uncle-Master, I'll go with you..."

"You are exceptionally talented, why bother accompanying someone like me who should have died long ago?" Xuande laughed twice and flicked his whisk.

"Bang!"

Xuande carried the unconscious Xu Guangkun in his arms and whispered, "Xuanmao."

"Meow!"

With a meow, a black cat with snow-white paws emerged from the shadows.

"Send him back."

The cat nodded in a human-like manner and shook its body as if shaking off water.

Strangely, as it swung, the cat's body gradually swelled up, soon becoming the same size as the tiger.

It nimbly leaped to Xuande's side and waited quietly.

"Thank you for your help."

Xuande ruffled its hair and placed Xu Guangkun on his back. "Don't come back. Protect him from now on."

It remained silent, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, stood there for a while, then turned and started walking.

Before long, the man and the cat disappeared into the shadows.

"Don't come back!"

Xuande gave another warning without letting go of the string, then looked at the void in front of him, formed a hand seal, his abdomen bulged high, and then suddenly deflated.

Exhale and make a sound.

"snort!"

Centered on him, a visible sound wave spread out and crashed into the void.

Like waves rising in the ocean, a green portal of light emerged from the calm void.

Xuande took another breath.

Russian.

"ha!"

The white light converged and crashed straight into the porch.

The passage is open!

Xuande lowered his hand, flicked his whisk, and walked in without hesitation.

.....

When Xu Guangkun regained consciousness, he had no idea how much time had passed.

He rubbed the back of his neck, somewhat dazed, and looked around. There were blue bricks, dilapidated houses, and a huge round log overhead with some tiles on top.

There are many memorial tablets placed in the center of the house.

The old Taoist priest sat cross-legged on the ground with his back to him, surrounded by clicking and clacking sounds.

Xu Guangkun stood up and walked over. Looking down, he saw the old Taoist priest carving a new memorial tablet with a file.

I had a guess in my mind.

But he still asked, unwilling to give up, "Where is my martial uncle?"

"He's dead."

"How did he die?"

"It was eaten by an evil spirit."

The old Taoist priest placed the carved memorial tablet on the table, his face showing neither sorrow nor joy.

"How did I get back?"

"General Cat"

"Where is General Cat?"

The old Taoist pointed, and Xu Guangkun looked in that direction.

Not far away, the black cat's four paws were still pure white, but its fur had been dyed dark red, and it had long since lost its breath.

"It ran back by its last breath, gesturing wildly as if it wanted to say something." The old Taoist's expression grew even calmer. "But before I could figure it out, it was gone. Did your uncle tell you anything, or did he tell you about any unfulfilled wishes?"

Xu Guangkun withdrew his gaze from the black cat, remained silent for a long time, and then shook his head: "No."

"Alas, after decades of cultivation, I've ended up with nothing but ashes." The old Taoist sighed softly. "Go and cultivate. I'll stay here alone for a while."

Xu Guangkun didn't move. "Master, does the sect have any quick-learning techniques?"

"You still want to go?"

"Um."

"No, and even if I did, I wouldn't give it to you!" The old Taoist waved his hand. "Get lost."

Xu Guangkun didn't say anything more, stood up and left.

After staying in his room for a while, Xu Guangkun went out.

If one sect doesn't have it, then other sects will.

Xuanxiao is no match for him, and he can't defeat him even if he goes now, but he still has time.

Xu Guangkun brought up the panel and took a look.

Remaining regression time: 68 days.

What is 68 days for others is 6800 days for him, nearly 20 years, as long as he dedicates himself to cultivation...

Xu Guangkun closed the panel and softly read a few words: "Centennial Monkey Wine."

.....

A strange person came to the Spirit Arrow Sect.

Wearing strange clothes, with short hair like a----

"A monk?"

The young Taoist priest who opened the door looked away from above him.

"Taoist priest."

The visitor was Xu Guangkun. He bowed to the young Taoist and asked, "Could you please inform your master?"

The young Taoist asked, "What do you want to do?"

"Borrowing."

.....