After fighting the fox demon, Xiao Yuhan realized that the opponent was exceptionally strong, and there might be more than one such expert. He had a premonition that this matter, which was related to "it," would soon cause a huge upheaval.

Therefore, Xiao Yuhan seemed to understand Qin Yuejiao's thoughts. The Kunlun Immortal Sect today is far from what it used to be. The previous generation of experts are either dead or dead, and among the experts of the same generation, the two original Kunlun masters are either dead or have betrayed the sect. She, a woman, has been able to keep the sect going until now only because of the prestige left by Han Ying.

Looking at Han Xiong's return to the Kunlun Immortal Sect from another perspective, it might not be a bad thing. At least when facing the enemies of the Heavenly Demon Abyss, Han Xiong's strength will definitely prevent the Kunlun Immortal Sect from being at a disadvantage.

Xiao Yuhan could roughly predict the future direction of the immortal sects, so he immediately said, "Originally, as an outsider, I shouldn't say much about your sect's affairs, but Brother Han, you still have a sense of morality, so you might as well choose to return to your sect. However, the position of sect leader is indeed unacceptable. If Kunlun Immortal Sect makes such a bad move, it might end up with the destruction of the sect. Sect Leader Qin, what are you really worried about? Are you so eager to hand over Kunlun Immortal Sect?"

Qin Yuejiao's expression was solemn. She then walked to the incense table in the ancestral hall, lit three incense sticks, and bowed respectfully before saying, "I know you are right, but the current situation in the world seems to be showing signs of impending storm. I don't want my husband's life's work to be ruined in my hands. Looking at the entire sect, there is no one who can take on the great responsibility. My son is young and his temperament is unstable. He is simply not capable of shouldering the heavy burden. Looking to the future, there is no hope for the rise of Kunlun Immortal Sect. Uncle, do you know that I have sent people to look for you countless times over the years?"

"Looking for me? Do I have the qualifications to take over the Kunlun Immortal Sect?" Han Xiong's expression was somewhat dejected.

At this moment, Xiao Yuhan felt puzzled and immediately asked, "So, why does Sect Master Qin insist on finding someone who can shoulder the responsibility? Wouldn't it be better to properly nurture your son?"

"Kunlun Immortal Sect is out of time..." Qin Yuejiao interrupted.

Xiao Yuhan asked, puzzled, "What do you mean by that?"

Qin Yuejiao's expression grew increasingly solemn as she stared at Han Xiong and said, "That Su Li came to Kunlun Immortal Sect not long ago to spy on the core of my sect's protective array. I fought with her. Although she wasn't particularly strong, her methods were strange. Didn't Daoist Xiao notice that I didn't give you a pass token, yet you could still easily enter my Kunlun Immortal Sect? And Uncle, when you used the protective array, didn't you feel that the spiritual energy at the core of the array was far inferior to what it used to be?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yuhan and Han Xiong exchanged a glance, their expressions grave.

Xiao Yuhan recalled the time when the demon disciples came to Lingsu City and immediately realized that there was a connection.

At that time, he thought Su Li was targeting the Heavenly Sword Sect, but now it seems that Su Li's target is not only the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Could it be that "its" purpose is not a particular sect, but the core of the formation? Or is it for the spiritual vein beneath the core of the formation?

Xiao Yuhan's expression grew increasingly solemn. After some thought, he selectively revealed some details about Su Li's visit to the Heavenly Sword Sect last time. After listening, Han Xiong's expression changed drastically.

He immediately said something, his expression unusually solemn: "My father once told me that the true eye of the sect's protective array lies beneath the spiritual veins of heaven and earth, which are also the lifeblood of all cultivators, because that is the source of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth."

Xiao Yuhan pondered for a moment, "Then what are they looking for in order to find the spiritual veins?"

At this moment, Qin Yuejiao added, "I have checked the spiritual veins, and apart from the weakened connection with the sect's protective formation, there are no other abnormalities."

Upon hearing this, all three fell silent, unable to understand the reason behind it.

At this moment, Qin Yuejiao spoke again: "Therefore, the Kunlun Immortal Sect needs you to take charge now, Uncle, come back!"

Han Xiong looked hesitant. He gave a bitter laugh and continued, "I can't come back..."

Xiao Yuhan understood his concerns and immediately said, "Actually, you can think about it another way. The name of Sword Demon Han Xiong makes it impossible for you to face the sect. What if Han Xiong dies? Can Han Er and Han San stay in Kunlun Immortal Sect?"

Han Xiong chuckled softly and said, "It's not that I care about that. In the end, I've been at odds with my father all my life. He doesn't want me to be the sect leader. With my personality, I might even be smug and proud after I become the sect leader, just to spite him. I've just drifted through half my life, and there's nothing left for me to care about in this place. As for my father, I no longer need to prove anything to him. If he doesn't like me, so be it. I stopped caring a long time ago. The only thing I've learned over the years is to stop expecting others' approval."

At this moment, Qin Yuejiao suddenly said, "My father-in-law once said on his deathbed that you are more suitable to be the sect leader than your elder brother Han Ying!"

Han Xiong was taken aback, then smiled slightly and said, "I don't care anymore..."

Looking at his insincere expression, Xiao Yuhan couldn't help but smile bitterly, "What a man probably wants most in this life is his father's approval. Do you really not care?"

Han Xiong smiled wryly and said, "I'm not a child. Brother Xiao, aren't you underestimating me?"

At this moment, Qin Yuejiao continued, "Before he passed away, he kept holding the wooden sword he made for you when you were little, constantly saying that if he had made you the sect leader back then, you wouldn't have run away in a huff. He said that he was also a first-time father and hadn't considered his son's feelings. He always said that you, my uncle, had always had a smooth life since childhood, so he wanted to find some setbacks for you. As a father, my father-in-law understood your temperament best. He thought that it would be better for you to lose to your own older brother than to lose to someone else, so that you could accept it more easily. When my father-in-law was seriously ill, he would often sit alone in the courtyard, staring blankly at your room, sometimes with tears streaming down his face, talking about your childhood. Actually... your older brother once said that my father-in-law had always focused all his attention on you when you were young. So... have you never thought about why you can use the sect leader's sword? Because when he first taught you swordsmanship, you were the one he chose!"

Han Xiong stood there, stunned. He remained silent for a long time, as memories that had been buried for many years flooded his mind. He slowly walked to his father's memorial tablet, picked up the wooden sword that he used to play with as a child, and gently stroked the blade, his hands trembling slightly.

He gave a series of bitter laughs, but those laughs were choked with sobs. He stared at the cold memorial tablet, two lines of tears sliding down his cheeks. "Father, I don't hate you anymore..."

He remained silent. Xiao Yuhan seemed to understand something and led Bai Yao outside. They had only taken a few steps when they heard a man's sobbing behind them, which gradually turned into a wail after a long time.

This half of my life has been like a dream. When my parents were alive, I still had a way home. But now... where is not the world of martial arts?

Perhaps Han Xiong no longer hated his father, but he just hadn't been able to tell the old man who was waiting patiently outside his son's house.

That belated apology could only be buried in his heart forever, turning into tears of regret. At this moment, he reverted to the stubborn and headstrong boy he once was, crying out in anguish, as if he wanted to tell his father about the bitterness of his life in front of his spirit.