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Looking closely at the shadow's body, Jiang Xing noticed a Silver Needle embedded in the back of its neck. After careful examination, he couldn't help but marvel at the ruthlessness of the technique: seven needles severing the meridians, breaking the cervical vertebrae. Each needle was inserted into the gaps between the vertebrae to cut off the energy channels. Even a single needle could be fatal, let alone seven. With this thought, Jiang Xing glanced at Xiao Yefeng.
The owner of the Seven Star Needle was Xiao Yefeng, and Jiang Xing was well aware of this fact. However, the Xianhe Daoist was also at the peak of Inner Force, on the verge of True Spiritual Power transitioning into Primordial Energy. How could he have been killed so easily? Moreover, judging by the scene, it seemed that Xianhe Daoist had not put up any defenses at all.
Could it have been a sneak attack? Jiang Xing shook his head at this thought; it was impossible. At this level, not even Xiao Yefeng could sneak up on him. Even if Jiang Xing himself attempted to ambush him, he wouldn't have been able to avoid a single needle. The situation felt as if Xianhe Daoist had been waiting for Xiao Yefeng to kill him. What on earth had happened?
After pondering for a while, Jiang Xing decided to give up on understanding it all for now; he would wait for the wind to awaken. He then scanned the surrounding walls. If he had felt some regret over Xianhe Daoist Yuan Chunfeng's death earlier, after seeing the remnants of characters on the wall, he nearly wanted to desecrate the corpse.
With Jiang Xing's cultivation and knowledge, he could easily tell that these inscriptions on the wall were a perfect method for cultivating Spirit and laying a solid foundation—something that modern cultivators desperately needed. As he reached out to touch these remaining characters, tears that had not fallen for decades nearly spilled from his eyes. What was this? This was not just a wall or broken stones; it was Jiang Xing's shattered heart!
Yet, despite his strong emotions, Jiang Xing regained his composure. After feeling sorrowful, he placed all his hopes on the last stone door. Clearly, Xiao Yefeng had pursued Xianhe Daoist here; neither of them had entered through this final door, suggesting that perhaps there were still remnants of this immortal's legacy within.
Channeling his spiritual energy to push open the stone door, Jiang Xing indeed discovered that the last stone chamber contained a method of cultivation inscribed on its walls. Excitedly, he extended his trembling hand to brush over each character.
"Spirit Refinement and Body Forging Technique? This is actually a secret technique that can be used simultaneously with Martial Arts Cultivation!" Jiang Xing quickly began transcribing every character and even noted down every crack in the wall, fearing he might miss any detail.
However, after about ten minutes, others from the Metaphysics Society arrived and brought Xiao Yefeng out of the underground stone chamber. The shadow's body was also taken away directly. As for Jiang Xing? He emerged from underground at dawn with a stack of papers in hand and returned directly to the headquarters of Jingbei Xuanxue Society covered in stone dust.
Xiao Yefeng, who lay unconscious, and Xianhe Daoist's body were both brought back by Jiang Xing to Beijing North. Each of these three individuals held significant renown in China; although Xiao Yefeng was younger and somewhat less known than the other two, his exploits against Guide Spirit Child had already spread throughout China. His current state of unconsciousness had stirred quite a commotion when President brought him back.
Who could have dealt such a severe blow to this rising star? Was it Xianhe Daoist Yuan Chunfeng?
Yuan Chunfeng was indeed a peak figure within this circle. He belonged to Jiang Xing's generation and initially walked the Righteous Path before ultimately choosing to descend into Demonic Path for longevity. In this realm, whether newcomers or seasoned veterans alike held both respect and fear for the name Xianhe Daoist.
In the mirror, the Xianhe Daoist was once a perfect exorcist and protector during the time of the Righteous Path. Back then, Xianhe Daoist guarded Huaxia, and neither the Western Divine Descent Society nor the Eastern New Forces dared to invade. However, this seemingly flawless figure of the Righteous Path, as his lifespan began to dwindle, chose to embrace the Demonic Path in order to survive and take a new step forward. From that moment on, Huaxia lost an exorcist and gained a ruthless demon who slaughtered the innocent.
The rampaging Xianhe Daoist could not even be subdued by Jiang Xing, who had failed multiple times to capture him. Yet, when he returned with Xiao Yefeng, it was as a cold, lifeless corpse. Who had defeated this demon? Was it the President? It didn’t seem likely! After all, a few years ago, the President had fought against Xianhe Daoist, returning from that battle injured while Xianhe Daoist remained undefeated.
Now that Xianhe Daoist was dead, apart from some mental issues, there were no visible injuries on the President. Moreover, in recent years, the President had not made any significant progress in strength; it shouldn’t have been so easy for him to defeat Xianhe Daoist. And with Xiao Yefeng returning heavily injured, could it be that he was the one who killed Xianhe Daoist?
Endless discussions spread among the members of the Metaphysics Society. None of these cultivators could perform Bagua, and if they could, no one would be able to withstand it. The key point was that after returning, the President locked himself in his office and summoned all those at the Inner Force level. The meeting lasted for three days, during which all dispatched members of the Inner Force returned. This piqued the curiosity of those at the Mingjing level.
Everyone knew that the President had gone south in search of a suspected Immortal Cave. With the corpse of Xianhe Daoist, and Xiao Yefeng’s severe injuries, along with the mystery surrounding the President, it undoubtedly provided ample material for discussion among those interested in Bagua. From the time the President returned to Beijing North until the last member of the Inner Force arrived back, five days had passed without any meetings held or any sign of life from Xiao Yefeng.
Meanwhile, on the other side of Earth, a figure clad in black robes known as the Young Master was trembling as he knelt on a stone platform. Beads of sweat dripped down his face, soaking his already drenched robe. Despite this discomfort, he dared not move because above him loomed a shadowy figure whose presence was imposing yet still.
This shadow belonged to the deceased Xianhe Daoist. After being killed by Xiao Yefeng, the Young Master was summoned here by his master. A shattered gemstone was thrown at him, and upon seeing its broken state, he immediately knelt down. For five days, neither he nor the shadowy figure moved.
“Do you know why you are kneeling here for five days?” Finally, the shadow spoke. Its voice was terrifying—like a hoarse scream from a vengeful spirit in the depths of hell.
“Master, I realize my mistake! I should not have interfered with his growth or sent shadows to kill him. It led to their tragic deaths! I understand my wrongs!” The black-robed young man bowed his head repeatedly; after his last statement, blood dripped from his forehead onto the ground.
After a long silence filled with tension, during which no one counted how long it lasted—perhaps an eternity—the wound on the young man's forehead had scabbed over. At last, that hoarse voice spoke again: “If you understand, you may leave. I hope you do not make such mistakes again.” With those words, a corner of clothing visible from within the shadow vanished.
In that silent space, only the heavy breathing of the young man remained as he lay on the ground. He did not wish to stay; he simply could not move. The prolonged kneeling had left his legs numb. If he were not endowed with true spiritual power and capable of awakening his spirit, this position would have rendered him crippled.
Struggling to rise almost on all fours, he glanced at the seat atop the platform with strange emotions swirling in his eyes before shaking his head and stepping out of that eerie silence. His hatred for Xiao Yefeng deepened but was overshadowed by an even greater animosity buried deep within him.
On the other side, Xiao Yefeng lay on the hospital bed, causing great distress to the doctors of the Metaphysics Society. Mei Yulou, one of the few doctors at the Inner Force level, had been summoned as soon as Xiao Yefeng returned to Beijing North. However, Xiao Yefeng's condition was unlike anything they had ever seen. All his vital signs were normal, yet he refused to wake up. If it were just that, it might have been manageable.
Xiao Yefeng's brainwaves fluctuated wildly; at times they were calm and flat like brain death, while at other times they surged and dropped rapidly like a roller coaster. This left the doctors completely at a loss, and they could only watch over him twenty-four hours a day.
But what was Xiao Yefeng doing? In the Spirit Platform, both Xiao Yefeng and Zitong sat cross-legged. Xiao Yefeng's consciousness remained here, unmoving.
Meanwhile, the Zhao Yin Gate hovered in the air, but it had lost all its luster and was retreating to one side. If others knew of this situation, they would be terrified; the Zhao Yin Gate, which held the power of life and death, was being forced back.
In its place, a dazzling orb of seven colors floated above Xiao Yefeng's head. This orb gradually moved closer to him, and by now it had begun to merge into Xiao Yefeng's body. Perhaps the watchers had grown too tired and had fallen asleep; at that moment, changes began to occur in Xiao Yefeng's body as he lay on the hospital bed—his body started to shimmer with light.
Golden and azure hues representing Confucianism and Taoism alternated in their glow. Meanwhile, within the Spirit Platform, the orb of False Spiritual Power that sparkled with arcs was gradually fading away. Strangely enough, as the Spirit Group disappeared, the two colors of light on Xiao Yefeng's body accelerated their transformation until they finally merged into a single hue that continued to exist on his surface. The Spirit Group within the Spirit Platform also vanished.
At that moment, a voice resonated within the Spirit Platform, cleansing the soul: as Xiao Yefeng sat there with his eyes closed, he suddenly opened them and heard a voice say: "Foolish child, if you do not awaken now, when will you?"
"Are you the one from the cave?" Upon waking up, Xiao Yefeng recalled that during his final battle against the shadow at Flower Mountain Park, he had retained complete awareness. He had overheard the conversation between White Paper Fan Man and the shadow. The reason he hadn't spoken more at that time was because the shadow's soul-capturing technique had inadvertently led him to discover his true self. At that moment, inspiration struck and he began the process of transforming False Spiritual Power into True Spiritual Power.
Thus, Xiao Yefeng could only use Sword Control Technique to manipulate the Seven Star Needle to defeat the shadow before falling back into transformation again. Now that he had awakened, it was time for him to understand what was happening.
"Yes, that's me! My name is Xiao Moran. It doesn't matter whether you remember or not; I am merely a fragment of consciousness left behind when I fell all those years ago!"
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