This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

Nangong Yue knelt silently before the two skeletons for a long time.

A day later, Nangong Yue kowtowed three times, then stood up and looked at Li Daoxuan.

"Master, let's go back..."

Li Daoxuan was somewhat surprised.

"Don't you want to know why they died here? And... your parents and relatives..."

Nangong Yue shook her head.

"Since that's the case, and it's all in the past, let's just let it... pass by."

Li Daoxuan's lips curled up slightly.

"Then what about your master's grudge..."

Nangong Yue's eyes narrowed, and she said decisively:

"Of course I'll report it, but..."

Nangong Yue didn't finish speaking, but Li Daoxuan already understood what she meant.

She had almost let go of that hatred, but whether or not to seek revenge and whether or not to let go are two different things.

Letting go doesn't mean you won't seek revenge.

But no matter what, this is a good thing for her.

"Let's go..."

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At the entrance to the Hongyu Sacred Realm, Xingluo stood in the center of the field holding a long spear, while the other members of the Imperial Clan stood at a distance, seemingly resigned to their fate.

Nangong Yue couldn't help but sneer at this sight.

It turns out that even the so-called imperial family can bow down.

Of course, she knew that the reason why the Hongyu Imperial Clan was willing to bow down was not because of her, but because of Li Daoxuan, who came with her.

Nangong Yue never felt that there was anything wrong with her borrowing Li Daoxuan's influence.

Everything fell into place naturally.

She leaped down in front of Xingluo, drew her longsword, and was about to engage in battle.

Xinglu raised her hand to stop her:

"Wait a moment..."

Nangong Yue glared angrily.

"What else do you have to say for yourself?"

Xingluo's expression was solemn, and his tone was calm.

"Whether you kill me today or not, there are some things I need to make clear."

Nangong Yue snorted coldly.

"Speak now, or you'll die..."

Xingluo took a deep breath and said neither humbly nor arrogantly:

"Although you now hold a noble status and are valued by both the Heavenly Court and my Imperial Clan, I must tell you that the fault for killing your master does not lie with me."

Nangong Yue's expression changed slightly, and her eyes gradually reddened.

Xingluo, however, showed no sign of backing down and continued:

"Your master was indeed killed by me, but if she hadn't attacked me first, going berserk and trying to kill me, do you think someone of my status and cultivation would have bothered with a mortal who hadn't even reached the fourth level of the Heavenly Realm?"

How could Nangong Yue tolerate Xingluo's blatant disrespect towards her master? She immediately shouted angrily.

"You scoundrel, I'll kill you..."

A major battle between the two sides is imminent.

Nangong Yue has been cultivating in the Heavenly Court for three years. Although she is still at the Ninth Heaven Realm, her true strength is now vastly different from before.

The Heavenly Emperor was almost completely open with her, imparting to Nangong Yue the Immortal Martial Emperor Scripture and other teachings.

The moment it made its move, it had an earth-shattering impact.

However, Xingluo is no ordinary person.

As the most outstanding disciple of the younger generation of the Hongyu Imperial Clan, he also possesses Imperial Scriptures and Immortal Martial Arts, and his combat strength is no weaker than that of Nangong Yue.

She is even more outstanding than Nangong Yue in terms of combat tactics and experience.

Watching Nangong Yue's fierce battle on the field, Li Daoxuan's lips curled slightly, and he murmured:

"This girl really doesn't need the power of her bloodline to help her..."

Suddenly, a circle of void ripples appeared around him.

The figure of Emperor's son Chang Geng suddenly appeared.

Li Daoxuan nodded slightly as a greeting.

Emperor's son Chang Geng nodded in response.

Both of their gazes fell on Nangong Yue.

After a long while, Chang Geng spoke and asked:

"Taoist Master, you brought her here today just so she could seek revenge?"

Li Daoxuan glanced at Chang Geng and thought to himself, "As expected of a quasi-emperor who has lived for tens of thousands of years, his perspective is indeed quite different."

Li Daoxuan pondered for a moment, and finally told the truth:

"I wonder if you've noticed, senior, that this girl... is somewhat different."

Chang Geng frowned, a divine light appearing in his eyes.

In his eyes, Nangong Yue suddenly became completely transparent.

After a moment, Chang Geng asked in confusion:

"Aside from the two awakened imperial bloodlines, there are no other abnormalities..."

"etc..."

"There's something strange about the aura surrounding her...?"

Li Daoxuan smiled and nodded, saying:

"That's right, Nangong Yue's luck has run into trouble..."

"Fortune and misfortune are intertwined, good and bad are intertwined. This girl... seems to hold some kind of special significance in the Xuanhuang Great World..."

Chang Geng paused, a rare look of surprise appearing in his eyes.

"A mere girl...can influence the entire Xuanhuang Great World?"

Li Daoxuan sighed and shook his head, saying:

"Even I can't see it clearly. For some reason, this girl seems to be able to evade the secrets of heaven. Even my innate Bagua cannot predict her fate..."

Chang Geng didn't understand anything about the Eight Trigrams of the Heavenly Realm, but he did know what avoiding the secrets of heaven meant.

He vaguely remembered that his father seemed to have said something similar back then.

This shows that even for a great emperor, escaping the secrets of heaven was not an easy task.

How could a little girl possibly be like that?

"So the Taoist priest brought her here only to resolve her inner conflict, so that she wouldn't do anything detrimental to the Xuanhuang Great World in the future because of it?"

Li Daoxuan nodded slightly.

"Nangong Yue is simple-minded and straightforward. The only thorn in her heart is the matter of her parents and master. Pulling out this thorn can be considered as removing some hidden dangers."

Chang Geng was still somewhat shaken.

Such a young girl, yet she possesses such great power.

He turned to look at Xingluo, who was fiercely fighting with Nangong Yue and gradually falling into a disadvantageous position, and felt somewhat worried.

"With the mark left by his predecessors, he is at least safe and sound, so there is no need to worry."

Li Daoxuan laughed.

Chang Geng frowned and said:

"What if Nangong Yue persists in her demands?"

Li Daoxuan shook his head and smiled:

"You underestimated her a bit, senior..."

Chang Geng was taken aback, then couldn't help but chuckle.

At this moment, the situation on the field began to change. Nangong Yue's talent was simply too monstrous. With the awakening of two Great Emperor bloodlines and the beginning of their fusion, both the quality of her internal energy and the strength of her soul were significantly higher than Xingluo's.

Although Xingluo initially gained the upper hand due to his experience, his innate talent became apparent after a prolonged battle.

The signs of decline are already evident; defeat is only a matter of time.

However, he did not beg for mercy, nor did he ask anyone from the Hongyu Imperial Clan to intercede on his behalf.

On the contrary, their fighting spirit was even stronger, and they did not back down in the slightest.

Finally, at the last moment, Nangong Yue suddenly stopped, holding a sword in one hand and making a Dao finger gesture with the other.

A very special aura emanated from his body.

Upon seeing this, Li Daoxuan's eyes lit up. Several years ago, he had taught Nangong Yue a Taoist breathing technique, but he never expected that she would have mastered it to such a degree.

Nangong Yue stood in the void, looking down at Xingluo, who was already seriously injured, and said in a deep voice:

"If you can survive this final strike, then our feud will be wiped clean..."

Beams of divine light burst forth from Nangong Yue's body.

A surge of internal energy rose from the tip of her Dao finger.

Above their heads, a seven-colored canopy materialized, resembling the ceremonial guard of an emperor.

As he gazed at the Dao patterns emerging on the seven-colored canopy, Li Daoxuan's eyes grew even brighter.

Nangong Yue actually integrated Taoist techniques into the Imperial Scripture she had learned, achieving an effect far greater than the sum of its parts.

"This girl, even without the bloodline of an emperor, her comprehension is probably unparalleled in the world..."

Li Daoxuan muttered to himself.

At this moment, Nangong Yue had already raised her long sword.

With her sword pointed at Xingluo and her gaze disdainful, she seemed like an empress descending to earth, bestowing upon him a death sentence with her supreme authority.

This sword strike might not be much to figures like Li Daoxuan and Chang Geng.

But in Xingluo's eyes, all he saw was death.

He knew very well that he couldn't withstand that sword strike.

But as a descendant of the Great Emperor, Xingluo would never retreat without a fight.

He mustered all his strength, and the spear in his hand shone with a dazzling divine light.

With his knees slightly bent and a roar, Xingluo soared into the sky, resolutely facing death with an indomitable fighting spirit.