The two of them made eye contact in mid-air, their bemused expressions in the morning gradually changing into complex ones, and then they both froze.

The shopkeeper's lips trembled, and he suddenly asked, "Next life... is this the next life?"

The beautiful woman's breath became rapid, and, frightened, she turned and ran, her heart in turmoil.

The shopkeeper caught up from behind, grabbed her hand, and said, "I won't let you leave again."

"Let go! Let go!"

The beautiful woman struggled.

Yet slowly, the two walked together, the shopkeeper's face brimming with happiness, and the beautiful woman lowering her head, somewhat shy. The sunlight fell, casting their figures onto the autumn earth, slowly merging into one.

In this world, what is there that time cannot change?

...

In the distance, a young man leaned against the most luxurious tavern tower in Forest Sea City, holding the most expensive fine wine, gulping it down.

This wine was true Immortal Brew, a special tribute.

This body was only at the Seventh Layer of Refining Profound, so there was still a hint of drunkenness.

By the side of the intoxicated young man, there was a novice monk dressed in a gray Hundred-Patch Robe, with hands clasped together.

The novice monk seemed to be looking into the distance with the young man at that happy couple.

The Sea of Suffering novice monk, Song Yan had two, both were refined into the Divine Soul Surface at the Sea of Suffering Coast by him, and he could command them at will.

And now, the first thing he did with them was "fulfillment."

Fulfilling the happiness of others.

Such happiness, he long since didn't covet; he didn't even wish to see the white clouds beyond the border. But if he could make the ones around him happy, he would still feel a faint sense of joy.

Such joy, worthy of a grand toast!

Bang!

He slapped the table vigorously and called out heartily, "Waiter, another jar of Immortal Brew."

Very soon, more fine wine was served.

The young man tore off the clay seal and gulped down a jar of fine wine, then tossed out a gold ingot, laughing loudly as he performed Sword Control and Rainbow Transformation, rising toward the azure sky and white clouds, as mortals looked up in awe.

...

...

A few days later.

At the Mo Sword Sect, in a hidden place on the back mountain...

"Elder Ma, this is my humble offering to you, ha..." A cultivator spoke with a fawning expression.

The other, a white-robed elder with a mustache, grunted, then asked, "And Song Han's?"

The cultivator hastily replied, "Song Han went to the mortal world, saying he wants to take a Furnace."

He then chuckled slyly, lowering his voice, "Elder Ma, he has his eyes on his sister-in-law, so this trip is to bring her back to the sect. Here's how it is..."

The cultivator drew closer and recounted how Song Han murdered his brother and framed his sister-in-law in detail.

Unexpectedly, Elder Ma nodded and said, "Well done."

The cultivator smiled obsequiously, "Our Mo Sword Sect may not be part of the Righteous Dao, but if such a scandal were known, Song Han's future is still worrisome.

With this leverage, and with your status, Elder, he will naturally obediently take your Hundred Insect Pill, and from then on be under your control...

Song Han's talent is decent, astonishingly reaching the Seventh Layer of Refining Profound in the years since his entry-level.

However, even if he is selected by the Hidden Dragon Association this time, he will always be your dog."

Elder Ma laughed indifferently, "Just like you, correct?"

The cultivator repeatedly agreed.

Elder Ma looked up at the sky but saw the sky turning gray and heavy as if it were made of iron, with a chilling atmosphere gathering in the air, indicating an impending snowfall.

He waved his hand and said, "Keep an eye out for any talented newcomers recently in our Mo Sword Sect who have good talent and no background. If there's such a person, see what he likes. Attract him with what he likes, and bring him to see me."

"Yes, Elder."

After a brief conversation, the two were about to part ways.

Suddenly, Elder Ma stopped walking, his gaze directed at a spot.

In the gray mountain hue, a figure emerged.

Elder Ma had not yet spoken, when the other cultivator exclaimed joyfully, "Song Han!"

After shouting, he hurriedly waved, "Quick, come and pay respects to Elder! We were just talking about you, Elder Ma even quite admires..."

Before he could finish, a strong sense of eeriness arose within this cultivator's heart.

He suddenly realized that nobody else was supposed to know of his meeting with Elder Ma here.

The back mountain of the Mo Sword Sect was vast, and this place was very secluded, so how did Song Han know about this?

Just then, the cultivator suddenly noticed Elder Ma's pupils contracting tightly, an expression of utmost fear on his face, followed by a groan as he fell to the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices, dead.

The cultivator was stunned.

In his eyes, the young man drew closer and closer, stopping in front of him, then lowering his head and bending over, reaching out to take Elder Ma's storage bag.

The cultivator's Adam's apple bobbed, speaking in a trembling voice, "Song... Song Han... Han?"

He was already speaking incoherently, stammering.

Because he simply couldn't believe what he saw.

Song Han was only at the Seventh Layer of Refining Profound, while he was at the Ninth Layer, and Elder Ma was at the Early Stage Crimson Palace...

What on earth was happening here?

Why did Elder Ma suddenly die violently?

And why could Song Han so calmly pick up his storage bag?

In his heart, no matter how he thought, he couldn't conceive the notion of "Song Han killed Elder Ma."

Because it was absolutely impossible!

Just then, a faint voice exploded in his ear.

"Still not running?"

The cultivator's mind shook violently, his head buzzing with fear, then without thinking, he suddenly turned, controlled his sword, transformed into a rainbow, and quickly fled several miles away.

Then...

Whoosh!

He suddenly felt a searing gray light streak through the sky, piercing his forehead, his Divine Soul searing with pain, and then he knew no more.

Song Yan took off Elder Ma's storage bag, turned it inside, his pupils slightly contracted, seeing some strange elixirs, seemingly containing insect corpses within them.

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