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"If Xu Xing doesn't work hard anymore, Xue Fuqing will definitely get first place in the next exam."

"It's really strange. She works harder than any of us. Yet she never gets first place."

Behind Li Zhaoyue, Xue Fuqing walked in slowly and just heard his words.

Wang Kun's face turned pale when he saw her smiling face.

It's over.

He complained to himself.

"So this is how you think of me?" Xue Fuqing said sarcastically.

Wang Kun's eyes were dodging, but he couldn't stop talking. He could only close his eyes in pain, trying to numb himself with the darkness.

What on earth was going on? Why was he unable to control himself from saying everything he was thinking? He was terrified, and for the first time, he felt that his life was coming to an end.

"Alright, Elder Hua, let him stop for now." Feng Ran said helplessly. Hua Shangguan smiled slightly and closed the seal book in his hand. Wang Kun immediately felt the power disappear. He was able to control himself again.

He looked at Huashangguan in astonishment, then looked at the people standing in front of him awkwardly, and whispered "I'm sorry."

"What's there to say sorry for? You are telling the truth." Xue Fuqing folded her arms and glanced at him sideways. "It's true that I always come in second, but I won't do that next time." As she said this, she glanced at Xu Xing with a hint of provocation.

Xu Xing smiled and said nothing.

"Have you also noticed that something is wrong with me?" Li Zhaoyue asked him.

Wang Kun nodded and said, "Although I don't have much contact with you, Junior Sister, but in the past few days, you suddenly started studying hard and stopped being sleepy in class. I felt something was wrong."

Li Zhaoyue didn't expect this to be the reason. He was stunned for a long time and let out a few dry laughs.

"What about me? Why does Senior Brother Wang think of me like that?" Xu Xing asked again.

Wang Kun touched his nose guiltily and laughed: "I was just talking nonsense, don't take it seriously."

As they were talking, another person came in. Lou Daoyan, holding the Chu Ri Sword, saluted Zhu Ming and the others, then stood aside. He looked at Li Zhaoyue and nodded slightly.

Li Zhaoyue was stunned for a moment, then frowned as she stared at the sword. Unlike the thrill she'd felt when she'd first seen it, the sword now seemed to have no connection to her. It was hard to explain the feeling, as if something had severed it. She looked at Zhu Ming again and found her face hard and stern, a hint of impatience in her eyes.

She didn't bother looking at Li Zhaoyue, and continued, "I asked you all to come here today because of the recent incident with the Black Cult."

After saying this, Zhu Ming nodded to Hua Shangguan. He took out the sealed book and chanted some spell. Suddenly, the hall was filled with bright light, and some broken images appeared in the air.

Li Zhaoyue saw the man in black standing in the moonlight, and his figure seemed vaguely familiar.

"I'm sure you all know of my existence and are eager to find me," he said, shaking his inky sleeves. His voice was hoarse, a deliberate disguise.

"I also want you to find me. After all, I'm alone and really need some company." He smiled happily.

"Have you heard the rumors about the Floating Island's fall? But what if the rumors aren't just rumors, but prophecies?"

Upon hearing this, everyone in the hall was stunned. The man in black seemed to have anticipated their reaction. He chuckled with an ambiguous tone and continued, "Your days are numbered."

"I'm waiting for the day when you get your comeuppance."

His voice became sharper as he spoke, and his eyes gleamed with madness in the moonlight, and finally seemed to rush out of the picture and run to everyone.

Li Zhaoyue stepped back involuntarily, but a moment later she touched Xu Xing's hand. He gently held her hand, a silent comfort. The fear in Li Zhaoyue's heart faded a lot.

"Who are you trying to scare by saying so many specious things?" Xue Fuqing rolled his eyes.

"This is the residual spiritual power I extracted from Elder Su. It seems that the man in black planned all this long ago, killing Mu Yixian and bringing the spiritual man to us to create chaos." Zhu Ming said.

"So, what exactly did you call us here for?" Lou Guan asked cautiously. Although Zhu Ming had acted calmly, in the eyes of all the disciples at Yiziyuan, the Sword Immortal was powerful yet aloof. The Sword Immortal rarely ventured out, so seeing one was a rare occurrence. Therefore, Lou Guan felt both excited and terrified.

"You are all disciples of Feng Shui Academy. We asked you to come here to perform a magic trick to find the location of the man in black." Feng Ran said.

"Magic? What kind of magic can..." Li Zhaoyue was confused, and suddenly thought of the Feng Shui positioning technique.

Wang Kun also thought of this, but looked at Feng Ran suspiciously and said, "The Feng Shui positioning technique only uses the branches of the fate tree to trace the roots. How can you find him among the millions of fate tracks?"

"There's no need to find him. We don't need to know everything about him. We just need to know his current location." Ye Luan shook out the puppet string that was not allowed to move and quickly put it on Wang Kun's hand.

He was startled and tried to retreat but his wrists were tied. He screamed, "What does this mean?"

"Elder Ye has fought with the man in black, and his spiritual power remains on the puppet threads. When the Feng Shui positioning technique is performed, a general direction can be found." Feng Ran said.

There were clearly many elders more powerful than him, so why did they choose to look for him? Wang Kun suppressed his doubts in his heart and meditated to mobilize his spiritual power.

"Next, you need to stand in specific positions. Elder Hua will use the Sealing Book to gather strength." Zhu Ming said, nodding towards Huashangguan. Huashangguan opened the Sealing Book and stood by. Everyone stood in specific positions under Zhu Ming's instructions.

Li Zhaoyue went to see Zhu Ming while moving, but found that she didn't care about him at all.

It must be because Master has been too busy lately and lacks energy. As usual, she would have given Li Zhaoyue a comforting look.

I must have been too busy. Li Zhaoyue suppressed the wave of loss in his heart and stood in the right position.

Everyone and their magical weapons were in place. Zhu Ming stood in the center of the circle and drew his famous Falling Mountain Sword. As the Falling Mountain Sword was unleashed, intense pressure and violent energy washed over the bodies and nerves of everyone present.

"Wang Kun, let's start," she said.

Wang Kun, who was sitting on the ground, nodded slightly, the magic spells in his hands changed, the puppet thread on his wrist emitted a faint light, and the sealed book was also flipping rapidly.

Then, he was plunged into a thick darkness. This seemed to be a space. He took a few tentative steps forward, and suddenly, a gradually brightening light appeared before his eyes. A sea of ​​stars enveloped the darkness, outlining the shape of a giant tree. From its trunk, sunken in the sea of ​​stars, countless tiny threads extended outward, some intertwined, others running parallel.

He was practically stunned. He had never seen anything like this grand spectacle before. Although Wang Kun was quite gifted in Feng Shui and sometimes quite proud of himself, he had never before seen the full extent of the Tree of Destiny. During his training, he had exerted all his might to see those tangled threads, but he had never expected to see this today.

This excited him more than knowing the location of the man in black. Wang Kun first circled the giant tree several times, trying to reach out and touch the tiny silk threads, sighing as he did so.

Feng Shui may seem simple, but mastering it requires exceptional talent. Some people spend their entire lives unable to even reach that threshold, so for them, being able to fully see the Tree of Destiny is like a miracle.

The silk thread at his wrist trembled slightly, which meant that Ye Luan had sensed the aura of the man in black and was guiding Wang Kun in the right direction. He barely suppressed his excitement and walked in the direction indicated by the puppet thread.

The sea of ​​stars flowed, the giant tree melting into it. Inside the tree, she saw Wang Kun. Li Zhaoyue watched Wang Kun walk toward a ball of silk thread, her own body unable to move. The sea of ​​stars enveloping the tree slowly surged toward her body. Turbid energy flowed from her body, and pure power flowed through her limbs, nourishing her parched meridians.

Surprised by this change, but unsure of the cause, she remained silent. Wang Kun seemed to recede further and further from her vision. After touching the silk thread, he vanished completely. Meanwhile, her body underwent a miraculous transformation, unexpectedly soaring into the air and escaping from the Tree of Destiny, entering a darkness.

Li Zhaoyue could feel herself falling from a great height, but her body didn't hurt. She got up from the ground and groped her way forward. Suddenly, a familiar female voice rang in her ears: "Are you awake?"

She immediately recognized the voice of the woman in red, and her whole body tensed up. Her large eyes rolled around, scanning the surroundings.

"Don't be so nervous. I won't hurt you," she said.

"But you, at that time..." Li Zhaoyue clearly remembered what she said at that time, and then he fainted. After that, he dreamed of those strange things.

"My name is Yue Jinhuan," she suddenly blurted out. Li Zhaoyue instantly remembered the dream and asked in surprise, "Could that dream be true?"

"Is it fake?" Yue Jinhuan scoffed. At the same time, a flame lit up in the darkness, causing Li Zhaoyue to squint. In the flames, a red figure sat down. The pale face quickly transformed, transforming into the appearance of Yue Jinhuan in his dream.

Seeing the hesitation in Li Zhaoyue's eyes, she smiled and said, "This is an illusion. I died a long time ago and lost my original body."

Her eyes were very beautiful, shining brightly in the firelight. A trace of inexplicable sadness flashed through Li Zhaoyue's heart, and he remained silent.

"I don't know how much you remember, but fortunately everything is almost over." Yue Jinhuan said.

End? What does that mean? Li Zhaoyue wanted to ask, but Yue Jinhuan suddenly changed the subject: "Did you meet Xu Xing?"

Li Zhaoyue nodded, then shook his head.

"Why do I need to see him? I've been with him all the time." she asked.

Yue Jinhuan looked at her with a very strange look, then forced a bleak smile: "It's okay, as long as he is by your side. Soon, soon everything will be over."

Her final murmurs grew weaker and weaker, like the whisper of a dying person.

This feeling made Li Zhaoyue very uncomfortable, as if Yue Jinhuan was about to leave her. But she clearly didn't know Yue Jinhuan.

"Why am I sad? If that dream was true, then who am I?" Li Zhaoyue asked her.

Yue Jinhuan did not answer her question, but pointed the fire in his hand forward, and a narrow passage suddenly appeared in the darkness.

"Maybe you'll find something if you go there. But don't worry, everything will be back on track soon."