Junior Sister must ascend this time!

"The Illusionary Spirit Clan?" Pu Hengzhi confirmed, "You mean the Illusionary Spirit Clan, a clan skilled in illusion magic from ancient times?"

Xuanwei nodded. "Yes, the person who came claimed to be an elder of the Illusionary Spirit Clan. He said he absolutely had to see you, Sect Leader, as he had important matters to discuss."

For some reason, Pu Hengzhi suddenly felt a sense of unease.

"They've always lived in seclusion, disappearing from the cultivation world a hundred years ago. Why would they suddenly send someone to Chengtian Sect?"

The Illusionary Spirit Clan rarely participates in the conflicts of the cultivation world, so what could they possibly want to discuss with him?

The only possibility is that Chengtian Sect has something they need, and they will not give up until they get it.

"Let them in first. Only by knowing what they want can we take the initiative."

Xuanwei and Pu Hengzhi shared the same idea, so they went to the mountain gate to greet them personally.

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Qingyun Peak.

While Yun Qing was attempting to refine the poison powder, the jade slip in her sea of ​​consciousness suddenly emitted a golden light.

She stopped what she was doing, unfolded the jade slip with her divine sense, and prepared to see what kind of difficult task Dog Heavenly Dao had given her this time.

She merely glanced at it, her face darkening as she slammed the jade slip away, yelling, "You damned Heavenly Dao!!! Don't let me catch you off guard, or I'll kill you!!"

She then stood in front of the alchemy furnace again, but before she could form the alchemy seal a few times, she spat out a mouthful of blood.

Just then, Si Mingche pushed open the door and entered. Seeing his junior sister standing pale-faced in a pool of blood, his heart stopped in shock.

"Junior Sister! What's wrong? You didn't eat the poison powder you made, did you?"

"How could you be so foolish! If you want to experiment, give it to your fourth junior brother; he won't die. How could you risk your own life like that?"

"Quick, let me take you to see Aunt Yuehua. She often saves Fourth Junior Brother and has experience..."

"I'm fine." Yun Qing interrupted him, hastily wiping the blood from her lips with her sleeve. "Don't forget I can refine pills. What kind of pill cultivator are you if you can't even cure your own poison powder?"

Si Mingche asked blankly, "Aren't you a sword cultivator?"

Yun Qing smiled and said, "Third Senior Brother, you don't understand. A sword cultivator who doesn't want to become a pill cultivator is not a good formation master."

Her vomiting blood had nothing to do with the poison; it was simply that she couldn't accept the information on the jade slip and was overcome with anger.

She looked at Si Mingche and asked, "Third Senior Brother, why did you suddenly come here? Is something the matter?"

Si Mingche slapped his forehead, almost forgetting the purpose of his visit. "An hour ago, an old man claimed to be a member of the Illusionary Spirit Clan and said that my fourth junior brother was a child of the Illusionary Spirit Clan who had been lost and that he insisted on taking him back."

"That's utter nonsense! Fourth Junior Brother has lived in Chengtian Sect since he was a child; this is his home! What do you mean 'go back'?!"

Si Mingche became more and more agitated as he spoke, and slammed his hand on the table, "Ouch! That hurts!"

With tears welling in his eyes, he blew on his hands, wanting to continue speaking, but found Yun Qing standing motionless, her eyes devoid of any emotion, as if she had lost her soul.

He nudged Yun Qing, "Junior Sister...Junior Sister? Are you alright?"

"I know you're reluctant to see your fourth senior brother leave, but don't worry, we won't let him go, and he definitely won't abandon the Chengtian Sect..."

However, Yun Qing could no longer hear what he was saying; her mind was completely focused on the sentence on the jade slip.

"After being taken back by the Illusionary Spirit Clan, Jiang Mian lost his eyesight and his dantian was shattered, making him a blind man who could not cultivate. He lived alone in the Illusionary Spirit Clan for a thousand years before his desire to die finally overcame the curse of immortality and vanished into nothingness."

She grabbed Si Mingche's arm, her eyes red-rimmed, "Where is Fourth Senior Brother? Where is he?"

Si Mingche had never seen his junior sister like this before. He put aside his usual frivolous demeanor and said, "He was summoned to the main hall by the sect leader. You're not in a suitable condition for sword flight right now. Shall I take you there?"

Inside the main hall of Tian Shu Peak.

"You're talking nonsense!"

Lin Xu slammed his hand on the table beside him, looking at Elder Meng of the Illusionary Spirit Clan, "You say Jiang Mian is a descendant of the Illusionary Spirit Clan, is he? We've watched him grow up since he was a child. He's just a child of our Cheng Tian Sect. You can't take him away!"

Elder Meng was an old man with a full head of silver hair, but his eyes were unusually bright, always making people stare at him unconsciously, and even become lost in his gaze.

He scoffed, "Even if you deny it, it's useless. His Highness's emerald green eyes are the unique symbol of our Illusionary Spirit Clan's royal family. Moreover, we witnessed his performance in the secret realm; his mastery of illusion magic far surpasses that of ordinary cultivators. What else could he be but a descendant of the Illusionary Spirit Clan?"

"I know it's not easy for your Chengtian Sect to cultivate a personal disciple, so as long as you let him return to the Huanling Clan with me, we can give you whatever you want."

"You people of the Phantom Spirit Clan are really interesting."

Yuehua could no longer maintain her composure. "My Mianmian was abandoned in the mortal realm by a group of heartless people when she was young. What royal mark? Do you know how many people have hunted and humiliated her because of those eyes?"

She stared directly into Elder Meng's eyes and said coldly, "Mortals regarded him as a bewitching monster, and everyone who saw him wanted to kill him. He was just a four or five-year-old child at the time, powerless to fight back, and could only hide everywhere. If our sect leader hadn't brought him back, he would have been dead long ago!"

Jiang Mian, standing to the side, pursed his lips, his face pale. The words, "Freak, just die!" echoed in his ears again. He hadn't felt such a desire to die in a long time.

Yuehua walked to his side, patted his head as before, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, Master is here."

After saying that, she looked at Elder Meng and said, "You say he is a descendant of the Illusionary Spirit Clan, but why didn't you appear when he suffered so much, but now you come to my Chengtian Sect demanding his return?"

She sneered, "Because you never looked for him in the first place. You only came here now because you saw his talent and the value he could bring to the Phantom Spirit Clan."

Elder Meng's expression changed slightly, but he quickly composed himself after being exposed and said, "It was an oversight on our part back then. We only knew that the eldest princess eloped with a mortal, but we didn't know that she had given birth to the little prince."

"Until recently, our eldest princess's health was nearing its limit..." Elder Meng paused suddenly, as if deliberately concealing something. He cleared his throat and continued...

"We had just learned of the young prince's existence when the king immediately sent us to fetch him."

"We owe this to His Highness, so as long as he returns with us, our Illusionary Spirit Clan will dedicate the entire clan's strength to helping His Highness cultivate. Furthermore, as long as he passes the trials of the Illusionary Realm, he can become one of the heirs of the Illusionary Spirit Royal Family."