220: The descendant of the magic path, Xun Nanleng

After the two ascended the mountain, Lin Yu's residence was first arranged, and then Lam Ching-ying (Lu Yuchen) took Lin Ying to the main hall alone.

"From now on, you must walk your own path."

"Revered Master..." Lin Ying's heart tightened, not knowing what his Revered Master meant by that sentence.

Lam Ching-ying turned to look at Lin Ying, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes.

"Actually, it's fine. At least before dissipating, I've resolved this Karma for you."

Upon hearing this, Lin Ying's mood was instantly doused with a basin of ice water.

Lam Ching-ying shook his head and let out a long sigh.

"I'm... almost at my end."

"This wisp of obsession, by its very nature, existed Heaven-Defyingly, and now, its oil is depleted, its lamp extinguished, and it will soon completely dissipate between heaven and earth."

He looked at Lin Ying, with a hint of entrustment in his eyes.

"In the future, you must act carefully in all matters, and never easily reveal my Maoshan Talisman techniques, lest you invite disaster."

These words were like a final instruction.

Amidst this sorrowful atmosphere of parting, he suddenly sighed again, his tone carrying a hint of regret.

"Alas, if that legendary Tai Xuan Immortal Sect had also emerged, it would be great."

Lin Ying, hearing this, suddenly looked up, his Face full of confusion: "Revered Master, Tai Xuan Immortal Sect? What kind of Sect is that? What is its connection with my Maoshan Sect?"

"Connection?" Lam Ching-ying scoffed, "My Maoshan Ancestral Master was merely a sweeping Outer Sect Disciple of their Tai Xuan Immortal Sect back then."

These words were more terrifying than a zombie rising from the dead.

Lin Ying was completely dumbfounded.

The Maoshan Ancestral Master, what kind of existence was that? His own Master was an existence capable of slaying thousand-year-old Corpse Kings and suppressing ten-thousand-year-old Dragons, so the Maoshan Ancestral Master must have been much more formidable.

That much more formidable Maoshan Ancestral Master was actually... just a sweeper for someone else?!

What kind of terrifying existence must the Tai Xuan Immortal Sect be?!

"Revered Master! You... you said that Tai Xuan Immortal Sect, it seems... has already emerged."

"Now, throughout the entire Heavenly Martial Continent, who doesn't know, who isn't aware?"

"What?!"

The protagonist continued to feign madness, suddenly shaking, and his already dim eyes burst forth with a ray of light at that moment.

"Is this true?!"

"Absolutely true!"

"Haha... Hahahaha!"

Lam Ching-ying looked up at the sky and let out a long laugh, his laughter filled with endless relief and liberation.

"Good! Good! Good!"

"Heaven will not abandon my Maoshan lineage!"

He looked at Lin Ying, a heartfelt smile on his Face.

"Foolish child, remember. In the future, if you encounter an insurmountable life-or-death crisis, you can take my Maoshan token and seek refuge with the Tai Xuan Immortal Sect. Just say... you are Lam Ching-ying's Disciple."

"I imagine they will still give some Face out of respect for Maoshan's origins from Tai Xuan."

"Disciple... I obey!" Lin Ying nodded heavily, taking it to heart.

"Go."

"This wisp of my obsession... it's time for it to rest."

As soon as his words fell, his body, as if inch by inch, turned into dust flying across the sky.

In its place, only an empty coffin remained, along with two ancient Jade Slips emitting a faint glow.

These were precisely the complete versions of "Maoshan Talisman Compendium" and "Maoshan Purple Yang Qi Cultivation Method" that Lu Yuchen had received as a hundredfold return, with Lin Ying as the medium.

...

At the same time, a thousand miles away.

The Great Jin Dynasty, border, official road.

A caravan consisting of a dozen luxurious carriages was slowly moving.

In the center of the convoy, bursts of clear and pleasant girlish laughter could be heard.

"Father, look at that butterfly, it's so beautiful!"

The carriage curtain was pulled back, revealing a stunningly beautiful Face that could make all flowers pale in comparison.

The girl was only fifteen or sixteen years old, with skin like snow, features like a painting, and a pair of sparkling, expressive eyes like grapes.

Inside the carriage, a refined-looking middle-aged man in a brocade robe looked at his daughter, his eyes full of doting affection.

"You like it? Father will catch it for you right now."

He was the owner of this caravan, Xun Wanshan, a silk merchant who was wealthy enough to rival a region.

This time, he was taking his entire family, old and young, to the Great Jin Dynasty to participate in the "Heroes' Gathering of the World" and broaden their horizons.

But what they didn't know was that...

A devastating calamity was about to descend.

"Whoa—!"

In front of the caravan, a sudden rush of urgent hoofbeats!

Amidst rolling dust, dozens of Martial Artists, dressed in uniform green attire and wielding sharp blades, surrounded the entire caravan, leaving no escape.

Leading them was a young man in luxurious clothes, with an arrogant Face but a hint of lewdness in his eyes.

With one glance, he saw that exquisitely beautiful Face behind the carriage window, a Face that could haunt his dreams.

"Take them all down for Young Lord!"

A hint of undisguised greed and possessiveness flashed in the young man's eyes, and he immediately gave the order.

"Who are you people?! Do you know who I am?!" Xun Wanshan's Face changed dramatically, and he shouted sternly.

No one paid him any attention.

Those Martial Artists rushed forward, and in just a few breaths, they had completely slaughtered all of Xun Wanshan's guards.

"No—!"

Xun Wanshan let out a desperate cry of sorrow.

He watched helplessly as his beautiful daughter was dragged out of the carriage by the young man, who brazenly, in front of everyone, tore her clothes...

Screams, cries, pleas for mercy...

Intertwined into a human tragedy.

Half an hour later.

The young man, satisfied, pulled up his pants, looking at the lifeless girl on the ground, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes, as if he had merely played with an insignificant toy.

And it was at this moment.

An old and majestic voice came from the sky.

"Wicked! Truly wicked!"

As soon as the voice fell, an Elder dressed in the Haiyuan Sect Elder's robes appeared before everyone.

He looked at the chaotic scene before him, then at the tragic state of the girl on the ground, and finally at his own good-for-nothing Young Lord, trembling with rage.

"Sect Master, his venerable self, has repeatedly ordered you not to cause trouble outside! You... you actually dared to commit such a heinous act in the street!"

Seeing this, the young man not only showed no fear but instead pouted.

"It's just a Mortal woman, what's the big deal?"

"You!" The Elder was so enraged that he nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood on the spot.

He knew that this matter could not be resolved peacefully.

He glanced at Xun Wanshan's family, who were already terrified, a flicker of unbearable sorrow in his eyes, but even more, a sense of resolute determination.

For the Face of the Sect, for the future of his own Young Lord...

He slowly raised his hand, his voice chillingly cold.

"To cover up, everyone present..."

"No one will be left alive."

...

Blood stained the official road.

A young man, dressed in the Haiyuan Sect Outer Sect Disciple's attire, looked at the bloody scene before him, his stomach churning.

He ultimately... couldn't bear it.

Taking advantage of the others' inattention, he quietly touched Xun Wanshan's son, who was already terrified.

A faint surge of Internal Energy sealed his heart meridian, creating the appearance of suspended animation.

"I hope... you can survive."

The young man sighed in his heart, turned, and merged into the murderous crowd.

...

A month later.

Inside a dilapidated mountain temple.

A ragged, foul-smelling young man was curled up in a corner, his once clear eyes now filled with endless hatred and bloodlust.

His name was Xun Nanleng.

This past month, he had lived a life worse than death.

He hated!

He hated heaven! Hated earth! Hated those hypocritical righteous people! And even more, he hated this unfair world!

Just as he was about to be completely consumed by hunger and hatred.

An old voice, from behind him, slowly sounded.

"Little one, aren't you cold, all alone?"

Xun Nanleng abruptly turned his head.

He saw an old man, dressed in gray cloth, with white hair and beard, looking like an immortal, standing behind him at some unknown point.

He was none other than Lu Yuchen, who had already changed his appearance and come out to "seek talent."

【Ding! Detecting target ahead, bearing the fate of the Heavenly Fiend Solitary Star, due to a sea of blood vengeance, an 'Acquired Demonic Heart' has already developed within his body!】

【This is a supreme prodigy for Cultivating Demonic Path Cultivation Techniques!】

【It is recommended that the Host take him as a Disciple and embark on the path of the 'Demonic Ancestral Master'!】

Lu Yuchen's lips slowly curved into an arc.

He looked at the young man before him, whose eyes were like those of a lone wolf, and revealed a "kind" smile on his Face.

"Little one, do you... want revenge?"

At this moment, he had already learned everything that had happened to the young man through the System.