If there were truly no feelings involved, why would someone risk their life to save him?

This problem had troubled Master Lingxiao for a long time, leaving him completely baffled.

However, the moment the message arrived from the Hall of All Souls, all his speculations were shattered into dust by the sharp words.

The person from the Hall of Ten Thousand Spirits who sent the message looked at him with sympathy, "Master Lingxiao, don't be too sad. There will definitely be a way to restore your incomplete soul in the future."

It's a pity. The once glorious number one cultivator in the cultivation world, who had one foot in the transitional realm, has now had his cultivation drained and even his soul is incomplete.

He ended up in such a predicament, which he can only blame himself for misjudging people.

He said a few words of comfort and then left.

Lingxiao Zhenren felt his blood surging and almost vomited blood on the spot.

The truth is always painful.

All that talk about risking one's life for him is actually ulterior motives; they're just after his soul.

Now, thinking back to how moved he was at the time, and the lingering kindness he felt for her during this period, Master Lingxiao wanted to slap himself.

How stupid could he be to trust Bai Mumu so much?

If he hadn't believed Bai Mumu, hadn't misunderstood Shen Sangruo, and had severed his master-disciple relationship with her, how harmonious and wonderful things would be for him, Zhenlin Peak, and Feiyun Sect now.

Shen Sangruo once cherished their relationship so much, but they forced her to detach herself from it, and from then on she treated them as strangers.

She had a new master and new senior brothers and sisters by her side, and she became so outstanding that she no longer wanted to look at him. But he was her true master!

The overwhelming bitterness and regret choked him, making it hard for him to breathe.

He angrily raised his hand, about to pound his chest, when another sharp, needle-like pain shot through his head.

What did Bai Mumu do with his soul? How can he recover it?

His cultivation level is already a notch below that of Immortal Lord Changli. If his soul is not yet complete, how can he surpass Immortal Lord Changli and take Chen Sangruo as his disciple again?

Lingxiao Zhenren almost roared out loud to vent his anger and helplessness.

Even more seriously, his vision gradually blurred, and his inner demons were also triggered.

Since the truth came to light that day, his obsession with Shen Sangruo has only deepened.

He was angry, remorseful, and resentful. How had things turned out this way? What had he done to his little apprentice?!

She was supposed to be his most beloved and outstanding apprentice, so why has she become someone else's apprentice now?

What was originally just a premonition of inner demons has now fully materialized.

With one hand clutching his chest and the other rubbing his temple, his face drained of color in an instant.

He was breathing heavily, his face contorted in pain as if he were going through a great ordeal.

Lingxiao Zhenren's eyes gleamed with a deep green light; he was determined to pass on the Profound Fire True Dragon Technique to her again.

Once you win back her heart, she will definitely come back!

He still has a chance to make amends; he hasn't lost yet!

Shen Sangruo's master can only be him!

Shen Daochen shared the same thought as Lingxiao Zhenren: now that the matter of Feiyun Sect was settled, he could finally leave to go to Ninghua Sect to find Shen Sangruo.

He gripped the Young Sect Master's token tightly in his hand. This time, he was going to personally hand the token to her, for it rightfully belonged to her.

He was blinded by the allure of the demons before; he should have realized just how outstanding her abilities were during the sect competition.

Now he has come to his senses and realizes that she is the only one he recognizes as the young sect leader of the Flying Cloud Sect, and no one is more worthy of this position than her.

The two coincidentally headed to Ninghua Sect and met at the gate of Feiyun Sect.

In addition, there are Feng Heyun and Lu Shiqing.

These two looked much better than them.

Perhaps it was because he felt that he had woken up relatively early, especially in front of Shen Daochen and Lingxiao Zhenren, that he had a sense of superiority, like the second to last person meeting the last.

I feel quite good about myself.

Feng Heyun flashed a bright white smile as he carefully held the freshly brewed mulberry wine in his arms, as if it were the most precious treasure in the world.

Thinking that he would soon regain Shen Sangruo's affections and hear her call him "Senior Brother," how could he not be happy?

Lu Shiqing held a storage bag in his hand, which contained all sorts of strange and exquisite insects.

Like the rainbow butterfly, it was a gift he had given to her.

Unable to pinpoint her biggest regret, he simply tried to make up for all the regrets he could think of, hoping that one of them would rekindle her feelings.

He would make amends for all the mistakes he had made, and he would not allow any further estrangement between them.

Wen Xuan originally wanted to go with them as well.

But when he took out the jade token he had carefully preserved, he froze on the spot, his smile freezing on his face.

The jade token in his hand had somehow turned into a broken wooden board.

Realizing that Bai Mumu had lied to him, Wen Xuan was on the verge of emotional collapse, clinging to his last shred of hope.

He rushed to Bai Mumu's cave and searched it thoroughly, even forcibly breaking open her storage bag. He practically dug three feet into the ground, but he still couldn't find the jade token.

Wen Xuan felt as if everything was collapsing, and he was filled with despair as he walked through the ruins.

He, who was usually gentle and refined, and never showed his emotions, broke down in pain in his cave, howling and screaming in despair for several nights.

At this moment, he was still locked in his cave, lying on the ground, his eyes devoid of any light, like a pool of stagnant water.

Bai Mumu is dead, and the whereabouts of the jade token are unknown.

Moreover, they also learned that the remnant soul of the Guantian Pavilion Master who had previously traded with them was actually Bai Mumu impersonating him using that system.

They were almost expelled from the sect because of this, but considering that they had made a deal with evil spirits in order to find a way to win back Shen Sangruo's feelings, the sect turned a blind eye and let it go.

Therefore, Bai Mumu naturally knew the function of the travel jade token. They speculated that the travel jade token had most likely been destroyed by that demon.

That means that Shen Sanruo's feelings for Wen Xuan can never be recovered, no wonder Wen Xuan is so devastated.

They felt great sympathy for Wen Xuan's plight, but could only sigh and say that perhaps this was fate.

To be honest, they still disapproved of each other's past behavior and felt that others had gone too far.

That's why they believe this is Wen Xuan's retribution.

Perhaps once she regains her feelings for them, she will also change her opinion of Wen Xuan and rebuild a new friendship, which would be a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

As for Luo Chu, he was still searching for tickets to the Floating Dream City fireworks festival.

In the past, out of consideration for him being a disciple of Lingxiao Zhenren of the Feiyun Sect, they might have given him some face.

But now that the Flying Cloud Sect is in dire straits and in decline, obtaining a ticket has become even more difficult.