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In the dark woodshed, Qingxuan lay paralyzed on the ground, unable to move.

Two lines of tears streamed down his face.

His cultivation was destroyed and his soul sea was shattered; even a god could not save him.

Was he destined to simply watch Qingluan gain the position of master of Qinglong Manor?

No!

He was unwilling to accept it.

But what can you do if you're unwilling to accept it?

In the end, I was already a useless person.

There's absolutely nothing that can be stopped now.

Outside the door, there were also martial artists controlled by Mr. Huan guarding the entrance.

"God... save me!"

Just as Qingxuan called out, the door to the woodshed suddenly opened slowly without any wind.

"Huh, what's going on?"

Qingxuan was taken aback.

The next moment, he heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

The martial artist controlled by Mr. Huan collapsed on the spot, completely lifeless.

Footsteps sounded, and a tall figure appeared.

The man was dressed in white and looked ordinary, but his aura was so captivating that it was hard to look away.

"Who are you?"

Qingxuan asked.

The newcomer opened his folding fan with a whoosh.

You can call me the Happy Young Master!

"Happy Young Master?"

Qingxuan went through the name in his mind and confirmed that he had never heard it before.

"Who are you, and what do you want?"

Tang Xuan, now disguised as a cheerful young master, laughed and said, "You don't need to know so much about who I am. I'm here just to discuss a deal with you!"

"What deal!"

Although his body was crippled, Qingxuan's vigilance remained undiminished.

"Don't be so nervous! I mean you no harm. I'm only here for the Azure Dragon's spirit!"

"Azure Dragon Spirit! Are you also like Mr. Huan?"