On Haoming Peak, several magnificent palaces and buildings are lined up one after another, dotted among the green mountains and clear waters.

A young monk in a black robe flew down from the sky, landing in the square in front of the Haoming Peak Law Enforcement Hall and quickly walking inside. Along the way, several newly initiated disciples excitedly greeted the monk, who responded with a smile, looking very elegant.

When they reached the door of the Law Enforcement Hall, the young cultivator curled his lips and muttered in dissatisfaction, "Why are there so few disciples today and not a single one above the Jindan stage?" After he finished speaking, he raised his foot, took a big step, and entered the Law Enforcement Hall.

At this time, only two Jindan-stage disciples were left guarding the Law Enforcement Hall. Upon seeing the young cultivator, a flicker of reluctance crossed their faces, but they still bowed respectfully and said, "Senior Brother Li, you're back."

Li Xiuchen waved his arm. Although he tried to hide it, the arrogance in his bones could not be concealed: "Clear these two tasks for me."

The two disciples immediately completed Li Xiuchen's assigned mission and brought him a reward. At that moment, Li Xiuchen asked, "What happened today? An extra barrier has been opened at the sect. Since I entered Haoming Peak, I haven't seen many disciples above the Jindan stage. What happened?"

After a pause, Li Xiuchen's eyes lit up: "Could it be that the Broken Soul Sect is here to challenge us again?!"

Upon hearing this, one of the disciples' expression darkened, but he still explained in a good-tempered manner, "The Broken Soul Sect didn't come to challenge us. Senior Brother Li, you won't have the opportunity to show off your skills today."

A look of disappointment crossed Li Xiuchen's face. Then, another disciple snorted and said, "I remember that over a hundred years ago, Senior Brother Li and I entered Mount Taihua at the same time. We never imagined that a hundred years later, Senior Brother Li would have already reached the Fusion Stage, surpassing Senior Sister Mu from Qinglan Peak."

Li Xiuchen couldn't help but raise his chin and smile.

At this moment, the disciple continued, "However, the reason why Taihua Mountain has been so alert recently is because of another matter. Senior Brother Li, you may have been so focused on returning to Taihua Mountain that you didn't hear the news. In fact, a few days ago, someone returned to Taihua Mountain."

Li Xiuchen's heart tightened, and he subconsciously asked, "Who?"

"He is...ah!"

whoosh!

A flash of golden light flashed before Li Xiuchen's eyes. He only had time to see the terrified look in the eyes of the Law Enforcement Hall disciple before he was pulled backward by a powerful force. After all, he was already at the Fusion Stage, so after a moment of fear and tension, Li Xiuchen quickly mobilized his spiritual power to block the attack.

However, his spiritual power was like a drop of water falling into the sea, which was easily dispersed by the opponent's spiritual power, without even a trace of resistance!

Li Xiuchen's eyes widened in fear, his earlier smug expression gone. He shouted, "Who is it? Who dares to resort to violence on Mount Taihua? I am Li Xiuchen, the inner disciple of Master Guanglingzi, the current head of Mount Taihua and the master of Haoming Peak! How dare you do this to me? Aren't you afraid that my master will kill you?"

Li Xiuchen's response was an even tighter force, pulling him backwards, his entire body sliding against the ground. As a cultivator in the Fusion Stage, his skin was naturally tough, but the rocks and sand rubbed against his scalp, and the man yanked him backward by his hair and waist, causing him to grimace in pain.

After Li Xiuchen was dragged out of the Law Enforcement Hall, all the remaining disciples on Haoming Peak rushed over and saw this scene.

They saw Senior Brother Li Xiuchen, who they considered second only to Jie Zizhuo, being bound by a golden rope and being dragged backwards! The rope shimmered with golden light and seemed ordinary, but it made Li Xiuchen struggle like a captured mangy man, his legs spread out in the air.

Everyone looked up along the rope and were stunned in an instant.

Amidst the hazy mist, a blue-robed monk stood alone, a jade lotus lantern in his left hand and a golden sword in his right. The rope that bound Li Xiuchen, leaving him helpless, was being held by a single finger of this monk!

The monk lowered his eyes slightly, his pair of slender phoenix eyes were cold and ruthless, and his eyes were shining with a cold chill. His eyebrows and features were picturesque, and his temperament was extraordinary.

The disciples on Haoming Peak had never seen such a handsome person. They were all mesmerized by his appearance. Even the young sisters who used to admire Senior Brother Li Xiuchen had forgotten that it was this person who dragged their Senior Brother Li away, and instead stared at him intently.

Li Xiuchen was dragged off the ground. As the rope around his waist suddenly tightened, dangling him upside down in mid-air, a sense of dread and familiarity suddenly returned to his mind. He stiffly turned his head and finally saw the person holding him up. The moment he saw that face, Li Xiuchen saw not the beautiful face others had imagined, but the face of a demonic Shura.

"Luo Jianqing! Luo Jianqing! Luo Jianqing ahhhhhhh!!!"

Over twenty years ago, at the foot of the cliff of broken love, something happened that Li Xiuchen most wanted to forget. Although he had used a treasure to create a fake body for himself, and the damage inflicted on that body would not be reflected back to his original body, he could still feel the pain.

This treasure was found by Li Xiuchen in a ruin. It was a celestial treasure that the ruin's owner had luckily obtained, and it was also his possession in the plot. This treasure was so rare that it certainly couldn't save two lives. Li Xiuchen had originally asked Venerable Mianchang to accompany him into the perilous ninth level because he didn't want to waste the treasure; surviving death was of course the best option. As for Venerable Mianchang's life, Li Xiuchen never cared about it.

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