"It's me."

He Yan's attitude was aloof.

Back then, when He Yan woke up, he found that his master, Xi Xingxue, was barely clinging to life.

He was heartbroken and nearly fainted from the pain.

He didn't go mad, but his hair turned white overnight.

From then on, the gentle He Yan who always loved to research food to make Xi Xingxue happy was gone, replaced by a cold, silver-haired man who never smiled again.

Only when he comes to see his master will a very faint smile appear on his face.

“You used the excuse of guarding Master to take advantage of him countless times. This time, I will take Master away to take care of him.”

He Yan stood in front of the cold jade bed, and when he looked up at Xie Jiuchuan, he was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, its sharpness fully revealed.

Xie Jiuchuan's aura was not much weaker than his; his cold and handsome face was framed by thin lips pressed into a chilling curve.

"Cheap? Don't pretend, He Yan. You've done this many times before. Besides, Master Fu Zhi said that doing this might awaken Master faster."

He Yan glanced at him indifferently, not wanting to say anything more, but simply bent down and gently picked up Xi Xingxue.

As he lowered his head, his long silver hair intertwined with Xi Xingxue's black hair, creating a beautiful and ethereal contrast of black and white.

"Whoosh." Xie Jiuchuan drew his sword, a strand of silver hair fluttering to the ground. His voice was cold and deep: "Don't even think about taking Master away!"

Without turning his head, He Yan drew his long sword automatically, transforming it into a sharp sword light as he leaped toward Xie Jiuchuan.

It just hadn't reached Xie Jiuchuan's face yet.

"Clang!"

A snow-white sword swung over, barely managing to withstand He Yan's sword light.

He Yan and Xie Jiuchuan turned around at the same time, and what they saw was a man with a smile on his face and a nonchalant attitude.

Sect Master Wenren Ling.

"Hey, it's been years! He Yan, your cultivation has actually surpassed mine. What opportunity did you have?"

Wenren Ling looked at He Yan in shock, clicking his tongue in amazement.

He Yan glanced at him coldly and said nothing.

Fifty years ago.

After He Yan destroyed the Posuo Sect and avenged the He family, he set up a formation.

That formation was meant to conceal the existence of the Possa Sect, preventing outsiders from knowing that the Possa Sect had been wiped out.

Because... He Yan wanted to see Xi Xingxue one last time, but he couldn't go back while still a criminal.

Even if he did it out of revenge, the destruction of the Vaisravana school would still be condemned by the world.

With his body barely clinging to life, he managed to crawl back to the Taiqing Sect and arrive at Xi Xingxue's side.

During his coma, his remaining consciousness allowed him to feel his master's hands stroking his body.

He also felt the last kiss his master placed on his face.

But when he woke up, his master was dying.

He couldn't stay by his master's side for long either, because the disciples of the Possa Sect who hadn't died were coming to collect their debts from him while they were away on missions.

Fortunately, he was no longer a disciple of the Taiqing Sect at that time, so he did not implicate Xi Xingxue.

He wandered and roamed, eventually surviving countless near-death experiences, and finally killed all the disciples of the Vaisravana sect who were pursuing him.

Later, his cultivation improved, and he returned to the Taiqing Sect, intending to take Xi Xingxue away.

However, Wenren Ling sided with Xie Jiuchuan and wouldn't let him take it away.

Looking at He Yan's indifferent expression, Wenren Ling knew what He Yan was resenting about her, and couldn't help but sigh.

“He Yan, it’s not that I’m biased towards Jiu Chuan, it’s just that if Old Xi stays here, he can use the Cold Jade Bed, which is better for his health.”

He Yan glanced at him briefly, then parted his thin lips slightly: "I obtained the Sacred Heart Spring."

Wenren Ling was shocked: "The famous number one spring in the cultivation world that's on the list?"

It is said that as long as a person has a breath left, soaking in the Sacred Heart Spring for eighty-one days can bring them back to life.

However, the Sacred Heart Spring is in the hands of a group of vicious and evil cultivators. It is said that anyone who tries to compete with them for the spring is completely wiped out.

"How did you manage to snatch it?" Wenren Ling asked.

“I killed them.” He Yan said casually, as if he were talking about something extremely easy.

Little did anyone know that beneath his clothes lay a hideous scar that stretched from his abdomen to his heart.

Wenren Ling was surprised for a long time, and finally sighed, looking at Xi Xingxue in his arms.

"Then take him away."

Before Xie Jiuchuan could stop him, Wenren Ling stepped in front of him and kindly advised, "Jiuchuan, don't fight with He Yan. Maybe if Lao Xi soaks in the water for a while, he'll wake up."

After a pause, Xie Jiuchuan nodded and said, "Give me directions, and I will come to see Master often."

Xi Xingxue was raised at the Taiqing Sect, so Xie Jiuchuan had many things to do, such as bathing his master, taking care of his physical needs, examining his meridians, and nourishing his major and minor celestial bodies with spiritual energy every day...

He was still worried, and with a serious face, he talked to He Yan for a long time.

Although He Yan was impatient to talk to Xie Jiuchuan, he listened patiently when it came to matters concerning his master.

As the sun sets, the autumn waters merge with the sky, and two black-haired men watch a silver-haired man depart.

He Yan carried Xi Xingxue and left the Taiqing Sect step by step.

On the way, two disciples passed by with their heads down, not daring to look at him, and only started talking after he had gone far away.

"Hey, isn't this the Qingjue Sword Immortal? I've finally met him in person today!"

"Is that the Qingjue Sword Immortal who single-handedly fought three hundred evil cultivators and shattered the heavens with a single sword strike?"

"Yeah, yeah, I really want to chat with the Sword Immortal, but I don't dare."

......

"Master, I apologize."

The water of Sacred Heart Spring is crystal clear, with ripples gently spreading across its surface.

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