Sheng Wenjin was stunned when he heard the voice. He turned around in disbelief and saw Wen Wan standing behind him with a smile, dressed in a white cultivation robe.

Junior sister? How is that possible? His junior sister has been dead for hundreds of years, so why would he see her again?

Could it be that my soul has traveled back to my past life?

Sheng Wenjin was overjoyed. He rushed towards Wen Wan, grabbed her arm tightly, and cried out in a trembling voice, "Junior Sister! Is it you? Is it really you?"

Wen Wan was startled by his sudden action and quickly took two steps back, staring at Sheng Wenjin in astonishment, "Senior Brother? What's wrong with you?"

Sheng Wenjin stared blankly at his junior sister in front of him; she truly was gentle and unassuming.

She was that junior sister who appeared aloof and cold in front of outsiders, but treated him differently.

Sheng Wenjin felt an indescribable surge of excitement. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions, and then gave a gentle smile. "It's nothing, junior sister. I'm just so happy. It's so good to see you again."

Wen Wan looked puzzled upon hearing Sheng Wenjin's words, but she didn't ask any further questions. She smiled gently and said, "Senior brother, what nonsense are you talking about? Don't we see each other every day? Never mind, now is not the time to talk about this. We need to hurry up and participate in the sect competition."

Sheng Wenjin nodded and silently followed Wen Wan to the competition venue.

They traversed the misty mountain path and soon arrived at a spacious arena. The arena was already surrounded by disciples of the immortal sects, with cheers and shouts rising and falling.

Sheng Wenjin looked around and found that everything here was exactly the same as the immortal sect in his memory. He began to doubt whether he had really returned to his past life, so he tried to circulate the spiritual power in his body and found that he could mobilize it smoothly.

This made him even more convinced that he had returned to his past life.

Sheng Wenjin was secretly delighted. So, he could finally be with his junior sister forever? Thinking of this, he looked at Wen Wan beside him and couldn't help but smile.

In the grand competition at the mountain gate, just like in his previous life, he won first place and became the most dazzling genius disciple of the immortal sect.

In the days that followed, Sheng Wenjin no longer obsessively pursued cultivation as he had in his previous life. Instead, he spent all his time by Wen Wan's side. Together, they descended the mountain to gain experience, traversing famous mountains and rivers, ancient city ruins, and exploring the splendor and beauty of the world.

One day, they came across a beautiful view, stopped, built a small wooden cabin by hand, and lived there for a while.

During those days, they enjoyed the blooming of wildflowers together and listened to the babbling of springs.

Every morning, as the first rays of sunlight fall upon the earth, they hold hands and go to see the golden-red sunrise.

They stood atop the mountain, the sunlight gently falling on their faces.

They looked at each other and smiled, as if at that moment, the whole world belonged to the two of them.

As evening falls, they will lean on each other and watch the magnificent sunset together.

The afterglow of the setting sun painted the entire sky like a painting, as if nature had carefully prepared a visual feast for them. The colors of the sunset were as vibrant and colorful as their emotions, captivating all who beheld them.

This kind of life brought them unprecedented happiness and satisfaction. However, their good fortune was short-lived, as their sect was attacked by demons, resulting in the deaths and injuries of most of them.

He and Wen Wan returned to the immortal sect and engaged in a life-or-death struggle with the demon race.

This battle resulted in heavy losses for both sides. Almost all the inner disciples and immortal elders of the immortal sect were wiped out, and even the outer disciples were few and far between.

But the demons also suffered, with a large number of demon experts dying within the immortal sects.

Finally, Sheng Wenjin, the strongest warrior among the immortals, challenged the Demon Lord to a duel atop Mount Penglai.

The moment Sheng Wenjin saw the Demon Lord while carrying his longsword, the violent impulses within him instantly surged, and his entire body was filled with a world-destroying killing intent.

In this life, the junior sister still unintentionally saved the Demon Lord's life. The Demon Lord still wanted to possess the junior sister, so he stormed Penglai Immortal Mountain, aiming to force the Immortal Lord to reveal the junior sister's whereabouts.

When the master refused, the Demon Lord launched a deadly attack on the immortal sects!

A demon is a demon. His junior sister saved him, but he repaid kindness with enmity and killed the Immortal Venerable, who was his junior sister's beloved father.

He hated this man intensely; in his past life, it was this man who caused his junior sister's soul to be scattered.

The Demon Lord, clad in black, was like a phantom silently descending into the night, mysterious and unpredictable, drawing people in. His face was sharply defined, like a masterpiece sculpted by time, revealing not only a cold demeanor but also an elusive air of mystery.

The Demon Lord's body was tall and imposing, like a majestic mountain peak, exuding an aura of authority without anger, and emanating an invisible, suffocating sense of oppression.

His fingers were long, strong, and powerful, as if they could destroy any obstacle with just a gentle pinch.

When he stood atop the Penglai Immortal Mountain, facing Sheng Wenjin from afar, the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

The Demon Lord looked at Sheng Wenjin as if he were looking at an ant, as if he could crush him at any moment.

In his previous life, Sheng Wenjin did lose to the Demon Lord, but he doesn't want to lose in this life.

He had already given his junior sister the medicine. In this life, he didn't want her to take the sword for him again and end up with her soul scattered.

He wanted to be a real man and provide for his junior sister.

Sheng Wenjin raised his sword, pouring all his life's skills into it...

...

The valley was quiet; everyone seemed to have been frozen in time.

The jade pendant mark on Sheng Wanwan's body suddenly emitted a faint light, which condensed into a thin beam of light that entered between Sheng Wanwan's eyebrows.

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