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

In the following days, Chu Xianlan followed the shaman's instructions to regularly soak in medicinal baths or to regulate her breathing on her own to solidify her foundation.

During this period, he did not mention it at all and did not express any opinion about his background.

It's so normal for someone who always wears their emotions on their sleeve to be able to remain so calm that it seems abnormal to everyone else.

Although in the world of cultivation, there are always many who suffer misfortune.

But how many people can truly accept the fact that they were deprived of the destiny they were supposed to have at birth?

Needless to say, he's just a nineteen-year-old boy.

Everyone knew that in the nineteen years of Chu Xianlan's life, which had been full of ups and downs, almost every step she took was a dangerous one.

If one is not careful and makes a mistake, there will be no turning back.

He was originally a little beggar who struggled in the world. At the age of five, he lived in the backyard of a gambling den and survived on scraps of food. He thought that being able to live was the greatest luck.

Later, he was found to have a great talent with a single spiritual root. With his indomitable spirit, he became a disciple of Yi Chen and became a personal disciple that everyone envied. He should have had a smooth life from then on, but unfortunately, his spiritual root was born incomplete and he could not wield a sword.

After suffering a huge setback, the young man did not give up. Instead, he chose to switch to weapon cultivation and study new techniques to forge his own path.

To have come this far would be considered a miracle by anyone.

He was like a ball of fire, forever producing light and heat, oblivious to the cold.

But in the end...

Ironically, perhaps Chu Xianlan wouldn't have had to suffer like this in the first place.

The Crown Prince of the Southern Cang Continent, who was of incomparably noble birth, should have been born into a peaceful life. With his extraordinary talent, he was cherished by the royal family like a precious jewel and openly admired and worshipped by the world.

Anyone who learns this truth would find it hard to accept.

At this moment, Chu Xianlan was meditating and regulating her breathing in the shaman's medicine hut, while the small courtyard on the other side was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

This somber atmosphere has persisted for several days.

"In the end, the Heavenly Spiritual Root isn't all that great. It's more like a curse, causing him to suffer from it to this day." Wei Jin slammed his teacup on the table and turned to look out the window.

Does the absence of a Heavenly Spiritual Root mean Chu Xianlan cannot be called a genius? In weapon crafting, swordsmanship, cultivation, character, and conduct, isn't she top-notch and outstanding in every aspect?

Wei Jin couldn't understand why his junior apprentice had to go through such a thing.

As the saying goes, we should not regard the gains of others as our own losses.

But what if what others gain was taken from you in the first place?

To allow the substitution of the crown prince by a raccoon dog—is Heaven blind?!

Wei Jin dared not think about the pain of his spiritual root separating from his body, and could not judge how much this would affect Chu Xianlan. The more he thought about it, the more heartbroken he became.

How unfair!

At an age when he should be young and carefree, he has suffered many setbacks, and now even his spiritual power is damaged. He is worried that Chu Xianlan will develop inner demons because of this.

Wei Jin clenched his fists, then slammed his hand on the table and stood up: "I'm leaving Peach Blossom Spring."

Xiao Huandu, who was leaning against the door with his arms crossed, quickly looked up. "Master, where are you going?"

"The Imperial City." Wei Jin spoke coldly, his gaze sweeping over the person meditating in a corner of the room. "Yi Chen, are you leaving or not?"

He didn't believe Yi Chen could swallow this insult.

On the other end, Yi Chen kept his eyes closed. "Wei Jin, sit down."

He used the tone of a senior brother ordering his junior brother around.

Little did he expect that these four short words would ignite Wei Jin's anger.

He was already short-tempered and easily angered. Recalling Chu Xianlan's unusual behavior and Yi Chen's indifferent attitude over the past few days, the anger that had been building up for days suddenly surged to the top of his head.

I knew from the past that my senior brother was cold-hearted, but I never expected him to be this indifferent. Even now, he didn't offer a comforting hug or a word of heartfelt consolation.

Yi Chen just sat there, seemingly oblivious to everything.

Just a few days ago, he was inseparable from Chu Xianlan, frantically channeling his spiritual energy into her...

Wei Jin didn't want to get involved in the love triangle between the two.

But, as a master.

How could Yi Chen remain indifferent and unmoved when his disciple, whom he had raised and nurtured for so many years, was so humiliated and plotted against, falling into a coma and bleeding?

Moreover, on the day when Yi Chen's half-demon bloodline was exposed and everyone in the cultivation world wanted to get rid of him, it was Chu Xianlan who stood by his side without hesitation, doing her best to protect him even though she knew the road ahead was dangerous.

"Yi Chen," Wei Jin took a silent breath, his expression shifting, and said, enunciating each word clearly, "...Have you considered what would happen if Xian Lan developed inner demons because of this?"

Yi Chen slowly raised his eyelids and said firmly, "He won't."

"you……!"

The atmosphere was tense. Xiao Huandu knew Wei Jin was angry, so he quickly came to his side and coaxed him gently, "Master, please don't be impulsive. Immortal Lord Jixue may have his own plans..."

"Ah, that's true."

Wei Jin interrupted Xiao Huandu in a low voice, his tone gradually becoming sarcastic. "You abandoned him so casually before, and didn't even bother to look at him for five whole years. I thought you had changed, but I didn't expect... you are still that cold-hearted and ruthless Immortal Lord Jixue."

"If you don't want to get involved, then I will. Senior Brother will also get involved. The Taiyi Sect has plenty of people backing him up!"

After uttering his last words, Wei Jin turned and left. Xiao Huandu was dumbfounded, repeatedly turning back to explain to Yi Chen, "Immortal Lord Jixue, please don't take it to heart. My master meant no harm; that's just his nature. He gets flustered when he's concerned and speaks in anger because he's too anxious... Ah, I'll go and persuade him right away!"

"—Master!"

Outside the courtyard, Xiao Huandu caught up with Wei Jin step by step, took his hand, and whispered, "Calm down first, okay?"

"Relax." Wei Jin lowered his eyes, his tone cold and hard.

In the past, Xiao Huandu would have already wisely backed down by this time, but he did not let go; instead, he gripped it even tighter.

Xiao Huandu took a deep breath and asked in a low voice, "Do you think you understand Xianlan better than Immortal Lord Jixue?"