After lunch, Ye Qinghan cultivated for a while before setting off.

"Qinghan, don't be nervous or afraid. Just follow the plan. With your teacher here, everything will be fine."

Looking at the tall figure standing on the immortal sword, Su Cheng felt as if she were a general about to depart, or a daughter about to get married. He couldn't express his feelings and after hesitating for a long time, he could only utter a word of advice.

Ye Qinghan could understand Su Cheng's feelings. She could hear her master's worries and feel his love for her.

"Master, do not worry. This disciple will be right back. Why don't you warm the wine for me, Master? Watch me warm the wine and annihilate Pingyun?"

"Qinghan, you even know about slaying Hua Xiong while the wine was still warm?" Su Cheng looked surprised, thinking to himself, "Does this world also have the Three Kingdoms?"

"Huh? Who is Hua Xiong?" Ye Qinghan didn't understand his master's words, nor did he understand the world in his master's heart.

However, with Master being so powerful, it's only natural that he can travel between different worlds!

"It's okay..."

A beautiful figure stepped onto a celestial sword, golden light streaking across the sky in an instant. Watching her depart, Su Cheng felt a strange emptiness in his heart...

"Hehe, it seems I have no choice but to play this villain."

On the other hand, Ye Qinghan was not in a hurry. After flying for a while, he flew in another direction.

In the frigid north, beneath a vast snow-covered plain, Ye Qinghan returned to his hometown after two years.

It slowly descended, making a crunching sound on the snow. Although it could leave no trace, Ye Qinghan missed that feeling.

Thinking back to when I was just a little fox, unable to transform into human form, I could still leave little plum blossoms on the snow.

Following the path in his memory, Ye Qinghan found his former home, the Northern Demon Capital, which had long since turned into ruins.

His parents' bodies had long since vanished, and Ye Qinghan could only sit on the ruins of the city gate tower, watching the earth burned to ashes by the flames. Even after several years, the place was never covered by snow and remained at a high temperature.

"Mother, I'm back."

"My daughter met a wonderful master who didn't mind her being slow-witted and accepted her as his personal disciple."

“My master knows my destiny and has given me the name Qinghan, intending to defy fate for his daughter.”

“My master did not despise my lowly status. He presented me with the six gifts, taught me immortal techniques, and treated me as his own daughter. He never looked down on me.”

"My daughter is doing very well now, and she's already very strong! Hehe."

"I am only here to inquire after your well-being, and I hope that you will not worry about me."

"Next time I come, I will present the head of my enemy to appease my mother's spirit in heaven. The blood feud... I have never forgotten."

The frozen flowers replaced her beautiful figure, like a young girl guarding an empty city, or like radiant light shining on a lonely grave. Ye Qinghan is gone.

This is the only snowflake that can remain on the eternally scorched earth.

The immortal sword slowly fell, its casket crashing heavily against the gate of Pingyun Sect, like a death knell, prying open the door to the underworld with a bang.

Who is it?

"My name is Ye Qinghan. I heard you've been looking for me?"

Ye Qinghan sat on the sword box, swinging his legs, completely unhurried. He had already made all the preparations, and no one could escape.

Even the worst of Master's magic treasures is a top-grade Heaven-rank treasure. Even if the sect leader of Pingyun Sect came, he wouldn't be able to escape!

Ye Qinghan was ordered by her master to exterminate the entire sect. Within the range of the Fallen Immortal Ruler, she would not spare anyone who was breathing!

"Go tell your sect leader that Ye Qinghan has arrived! Tell him to get out here and see me!"

The domineering eldest disciple has logged in!

"Who do you think you are? Do you even know where you are?"

"What if you can't understand human language?"

Ye Qinghan pursed her lips, and after delivering a fatal blow to the throat, the four immortal swords floated behind her.

This time, the young monk guarding the gate was sensible and immediately ran inside to call for help.

Before long, Ye Qinghan was surrounded by people.

"My Pingyun Sect has no enmity with the fairy, so why are you coming to cause trouble?" An old man squeezed through the crowd and spoke first, his tone full of probing.

"Was it Cheng Liang who ordered you to kill Su Cheng?"

The old man was stunned for a moment before he realized that this was Ye Chenmeng!

"That's not true. None of the disciples of my Pingyun Sect went out yesterday."

Ye Qinghan was amused!

*Smack!* A hard slap landed on his face!

"Are you out of your mind? Can't you find someone with a normal IQ to talk to me?"

The old man was stunned; he was, after all, a Nascent Soul cultivator!

When have you ever been slapped across the face?

"What do you mean, young lady?"

"Summon your sect leader, or I'll kill you all!"

As soon as he finished speaking, four more immortal swords flew out, and in the blink of an eye, several more corpses lay peacefully on the ground.

This time, the old man was also unsettled, but he could tell that if the other party was coming to cause trouble, then he was not afraid at all!

Most of them are quite influential...

It would be best to call out the sect leader first...

Snap!

Ye Qinghan swung his arm and slapped the old man hard across the face again, thankfully not sending him to his death...

"Are you deaf? This grandma is talking to you!"

As he spoke, Ye Qinghan felt that this way of communicating was still too gentle, so he simply raised his hand and a Demon-Suppressing Stele floated in the sky. This was used to deal with the protective formation of the Pingyun Sect.

However, there's no limit to the number of times it can be used, and it doesn't matter who it's used against, since Master didn't set any rules...

"You don't need to call him, I'll call him myself!"

As her jade-like hand fell, the towering Demon-Suppressing Stele crashed down...

As the old man watched the sky darken, he felt as if the sky had fallen...

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