When I woke up, the entire cultivation world was talking about my master.

The Stele of Ten Thousand Swords.

Yi Chen needed to maintain the seal on the spatial rift outside, and because the Entangling Life Gu could not be left unattended, Chu Xianlan also stayed in the square to help.

Rescue efforts were launched, and the cultivators entered the Myriad Swords Immortal Realm one after another.

During the wait, Chu Xianlan took out a local history book from her storage bag and secretly flipped through it.

Ahem, Master just said... he's going to take him on a trip.

I haven't given my master an answer yet regarding where I'm going, so I should do some research first.

Chu Xianlan admitted that she was a little excited right now. After all, it wouldn't be good to... really take her master to mine.

"What are you looking at?"

Yi Chen stared at the ever-upturned corners of his mouth and couldn't help but ask.

Chu Xianlan shrank his shoulders, but before he could speak, Hua Ling had already walked around with a mischievous grin and answered for him.

"I'm here to see... 'The Mysterious Customs of Southern Cang'? Hmm? You two are sneaking out to play!"

A flush rose to her cheeks, and Chu Xianlan immediately corrected her, "Don't talk nonsense, that's called going out for training."

"Oh, going out on a date, enjoying some sweet time together?" Hua Ling squinted at the master and disciple, looking suspicious.

Seriously? How come Yi Chen is so calm? Normally, this old-fashioned guy would have already turned pale.

Hey, how many times did you two actually kiss in the secret realm?! Is your relationship progressing this fast?!

Hua Ling was utterly shaken! "In broad daylight, the world has gone to the dogs, people's hearts have lost their ancient virtues, even master and disciple are eating each other's food..."

"Slap!" Chu Xianlan could no longer bear it and slapped Hua Ling in the palm of her hand like swatting a mosquito.

Hua Ling's scream was deafening.

How could Chu Xianlan's filial piety allow such foul language to soil her master's ears!

"Master, don't listen to her nonsense!"

Unfortunately, the rebellious disciple's words, spoken with a flushed face, held little persuasive power in his master's eyes.

Are you talking nonsense?

One of the masters began to worry that his disciple was getting a little too excited.

Is this child so impatient because he's really looking forward to something happening during his training?

Yi Chen's eyes flickered slightly as he recalled Chu Xianlan's previous enthusiastic behavior. She hadn't even agreed yet, but she was already so clingy. If he knew that her love wasn't one-sided, wouldn't she be even more unable to restrain herself?

The great master of the rebellious disciple worked hard to establish principles.

Sigh... No matter how excited you are... you can't act recklessly.

"Look over there, I feel that Immortal Lord Jixue's expression is so gentle," a cultivator guarding the outside whispered to his fellow disciple.

"No way, let me see... Hmm? It really is!"

The immortal lord merely looked at his disciple, yet he exuded an aura of unparalleled indulgence, as if he would not refuse even if the young man wanted to pluck stars from the sky and grasp the moon.

"However, the atmosphere between them, master and apprentice, is really good."

After arranging external affairs, Ji Ran returned to her seat.

A palace servant served him tea, which he drank very slowly. With each sip, a sharp pain emanating from his dantian would repeatedly strike him.

After regaining consciousness, he quickly filled in the information he had missed while unconscious. Ji Ran looked up, across half the square, towards the direction of the Taiyi Sect.

According to the information brought by his subordinates, the child is in the Taiyi Sect.

Two disciples from the Taiyi Sect entered the secret realm.

Chu Xianlan.

Xiao Huandu.

The two of them obtained their opportunities at almost the same time, and at almost the same time, his third spiritual root damage flared up, making it hard not to suspect that there was a connection between them.

Ji Ran wondered if the reason why the spiritual root had been damaged several times before could be that the investigation was on the wrong track.

He thought that the child the emperor spoke of had no spiritual roots and was just an ordinary person.

What if... He not only survived, but also obtained a spiritual root through other means, became a disciple of a renowned immortal lord, and became a direct disciple of the Taiyi Sect.

And just then, he arrived at the Immortal Realm of Ten Thousand Swords, and on that very day, he obtained some extraordinary opportunity...

Regardless.

The seeds of doubt had already been sown in their hearts, and both of them needed to conduct a thorough investigation before the outcome was certain.

At this moment, deep within the Myriad Swords Immortal Realm, waves of spiritual energy surged forth, the dense fire-elemental energy fierce and domineering, seemingly capable of scorching the air itself.

Two figures clashed in the crimson mist, trees toppling in their wake. One was clearly unwilling to fight back, focusing only on dodging. The other, however, was far less courteous, his attacks fueled by a furious and menacing aura.

"Master, how did you find me?" Xiao Huandu dodged a fiery whip, his tone helpless. "Is it a master-disciple agreement?"

The figure in red gracefully descended, like a vibrant fire butterfly. Wei Jin straightened his whip and said expressionlessly, "Xiao Huandu, come back with me."

Xiao Huandu shook his head, "I can't go with you."

The next second, he was wrapped in a fire whip, and crackling sounds of burning exploded from his clothes. The tall and strong boy was forced to kneel on the ground by the oppressive force.

Wei Jin looked at him. "The Myriad Swords Immortal Realm suddenly experienced an anomaly. Did you do this?"

The scent of peach blossoms emanating from his master wafted over him. Xiao Huandu lowered his head and smiled bitterly: "How could this disciple possibly do such a thing? The malevolent energy was originally hidden within the Myriad Swords Immortal Realm. When I drew the Crimson Slash Blade, I merely released the seal on the malevolent energy."

That is, it is also inseparable from him.

According to the records of Peach Blossom Spring, Xiao Huandu learned that the Myriad Swords Immortal Realm contained a secret related to half-demons, who were sealed by a fierce sword called "Red Slash". Even he did not expect that this secret would be enough to overturn the world.

"Master, I'm sorry," Xiao Huandu suddenly said, "Please let me go."

A breeze blew, and red mist flowed between the two.

"Your disciple is unfilial and has failed your master's years of painstaking teachings and the Taiyi Sect. Your sins are unforgivable."

"But I not only did something wrong, I also had delusions and harbored feelings for you that I shouldn't have. Anyway, Master has no interest in me... Staying by your side will only intensify my feelings of love, and what if I lose control one day and do something even more outrageous..."

"Shut up!" Wei Jin interrupted angrily.

Wei Jin's eyes flashed with coldness, and his voice was hoarse as he said, "Do you really think I know nothing?"

Xiao Huandu looked up in astonishment.

He saw that Wei Jin's bright eyes had only a dark, dim light remaining. Looking at him, he said, word by word:

"Xiao Huandu, you are a half-demon."

Xiao Huandu froze, as if an invisible arrow had pierced through him, exposing the white bones beneath his skin, and all his aura leaked out of that hole.

Did Master already know?

When did he find out...? If he knew, why didn't he kill himself? Didn't he feel ashamed?

Could it be that Wei Jin has been keeping this secret for him all these years? Why?

"Master!" Xiao Huandu's eyes trembled, both embarrassed and anxious. He didn't know what he wanted to say, but he still called out directly.

The person did not respond, his eyes lowered so his expression was unreadable, as if he were both close at hand and far away.

Xiao Huandu once thought his concealment was flawless, but after spending so many years together, how could Wei Jin, who was so clever, not see through the clues at all?

How could a disciple possibly outmaneuver his master?

With his bloodline exposed in an unprecedented way, Xiao Huandu's words became completely incoherent. "How much do you know? I am a half-demon... Did you already know that?" As soon as he finished speaking, he shuddered and clutched his chest in disbelief.

The master-disciple bond is broken.