Jian Xingzhi brought Qin Wanwan over cheerfully. When they arrived at the main hall, they saw Ning Buyan’s father, Ning Changhe, sitting in the upper position, with a middle-aged man in golden ornate robes sitting across from him.

In the seat of honor beside the middle-aged man sat another person. He wore black robes and was wrapped up tightly from head to toe.

As Jian Xingzhi and Qin Wanwan entered, Ning Changhe quickly stood up: “You two have arrived.”

“Senior Ning.”

Qin Wanwan bowed to Ning Changhe. Jian Xingzhi followed with a simple bow. Ning Changhe arranged for the two to be seated, then explained to them: “Nameless was brought into the Ning manor by you two. Now his family has come searching and wants to take him away. I thought I should inform you both, so I specially invited you here.”

“Senior Ning is most thoughtful. Thank you for your consideration, Senior.” Qin Wanwan thanked him politely and turned to look at the man in golden ornate robes across from her.

She felt this man looked somewhat familiar, and a strange emotion welled up in her heart.

She thought hard, then finally spoke tentatively: “Sir, are you Nameless’s family?”

“That’s right.” The man’s face was gentle. “I am Jun Wuyuan, City Lord of Music City, and his father.”

Hearing this, Qin Wanwan froze. She instantly realized that this Jun Wuyuan was a close friend of her current body Qin Wan’s father. Back when the Qin family was massacred, it was this Jun Wuyuan who had rescued Qin Wan, then arranged an engagement between his son Jun Shu and Qin Wan.

Then… that old man…

Thinking of this, she realized: “That old man is Jun Shu?!”

Hearing this, Jian Xingzhi sat up straight immediately. The black-robed person beside them trembled slightly. Jun Wuyuan smiled and nodded: “That’s correct, my worthless son. Thank you both for your righteous assistance. Otherwise, my son’s life would have been in danger. Shu’er,” Jun Wuyuan turned to look at Jun Shu, pointing toward Qin Wanwan, “thank these two.”

“Father!”

Jun Shu was angered by these words: “Didn’t I tell you…”

Tell you not to reveal his identity in front of Qin Wan!

Jun Shu felt awkward. He didn’t want to face ‘Qin Wan’ in this state.

But the words had already been spoken. He turned his head away and said no more: “No need for thanks. Just take the person and leave.”

Qin Wanwan and Jian Xingzhi exchanged glances. Jun Wuyuan frowned: “Shu’er! How can you speak to your benefactors like…”

“She is Qin Wan.” Jun Shu spoke coldly. “She’s my fiancée. Isn’t it natural for her to save me?”

At these words, everyone’s expressions varied. Jian Xingzhi immediately sat up straight and spoke with regret: “Why didn’t I just kick you to death back then?”

If he’d known it was him, he should have just pushed him off the cliff!

“Don’t be so arrogant.”

Jun Shu snorted coldly: “Before, I endured humiliation and bore heavy burdens. Now that my father is here, let’s see if you…”

Before he finished speaking, Jian Xingzhi suddenly appeared in front of him. “Slap!” A palm strike landed on his face.

Jun Shu’s face was knocked to the side, his hat flew off, revealing his old man’s appearance.

“You!”

He immediately fought back. Jian Xingzhi raised his foot and stepped on his hand, then swung his hand and delivered another slap to the other side of his face, completely stunning Jun Shu.

“Me what? Your father is here, and then what?”

“Father!”

Jun Shu came to his senses and quickly turned his head to look at Jun Wuyuan in his seat: “Kill him quickly! He’s the male pet by Wan’er’s side! He’s the one who bewitched Wan’er into leaving Questioning Heart Sect!”

“Young friend.”

Jun Wuyuan remained calm, smiling as he looked at Jian Xingzhi: “My son doesn’t know better. Please be magnanimous.”

“Jian Xingzhi.”

Now that Jun Wuyuan had spoken, Qin Wanwan thought she should give this benefactor of her original body some face. She called out softly: “Come back!”

Hearing Qin Wanwan call him, Jian Xingzhi finally lifted his foot and leisurely returned to his position, crossing his arms and looking coldly at Jun Shu across from him.

Having been beaten in front of Qin Wanwan, Jun Shu felt humiliated. He simply put his hat back on, lowered his head, and said nothing.

Seeing Jun Shu quiet down, Jun Wuyuan looked at both sides: “It seems there are many misunderstandings between you three.”

With that, Jun Wuyuan looked at Qin Wanwan lovingly: “Miss, my son says you are Qin Wan. Is this true?”

“Young Master Jun jests.”

Qin Wanwan answered precisely: “Although my name is Qin Wanwan, I have never met Young Master Jun before. Young Master Jun must have mistaken me for someone else.”

“Impossible!”

Jun Shu immediately denied it: “When Qin Wan left Questioning Heart Sect, Shen Zhiming gave her a sword intent. Before entering Desolate City, I clearly saw you use it. Do you still dare to deny it?”

“Sword intent?” Qin Wanwan looked completely confused. “What is Young Master Jun talking about? I did use a sword intent, but that was my—” Qin Wanwan hesitated, “my friend’s, Daoist Jian Xingzhi’s. You must have seen wrong.”

“Shen Zhiming and my father are old family friends. Shen Zhiming’s sword intent…”

“Shu’er,” Jun Wuyuan interrupted him. “Since the young lady is unwilling, don’t force her. Let’s go.”

Jun Wuyuan stood up: “We’ll leave now.”

As Jun Wuyuan walked past Qin Wanwan, a faint, subtle stench emanated from his body.

Jian Xingzhi clearly also smelled this odor. He frowned.

Jun Wuyuan walked to the door. Seeing Jun Shu wasn’t moving, he turned his head back, his voice turning cold: “Still not leaving?”

“I’m not leaving.”

Jun Shu gritted his teeth: “If I don’t take Wan’er with me, I’m not leaving!”

“Do you have the face not to leave?” Jun Wuyuan seemed to be angry, looking over coldly. “With that disgusting appearance?”

Jun Shu was stabbed by these words. He froze for a moment. Jun Wuyuan seemed to feel his words were too harsh and softened his voice: “Shu’er, once you become handsome again, you can come back.”

“Um…” Qin Wanwan smiled with difficulty. “Actually, handsome or not, there’s no need to come back.”

“I don’t care,” Jun Shu sat in his chair. “Wan’er is my fiancée. She’s just been deceived by some bastard now. I must take her back.”

“Child,” Jun Wuyuan frowned. “I remember you weren’t this stubborn before. Why are you so obsessed now? What if Qin Wan just doesn’t love you? What will you do then?”

“Impossible!”

Jun Shu immediately denied it: “How could Qin Wan not love me?”

“What if she just doesn’t?”

Jun Wuyuan pressed relentlessly: “What if she wants to bear children with someone else, wants to live together with someone else, wants to abandon you?”

“Then I’ll kill her!”

As soon as Jun Shu said this, everyone in the hall was stunned. Jian Xingzhi silently stepped forward, blocking Qin Wanwan.

Jun Shu gripped the armrest tightly, breathing heavily. He suddenly realized what he’d said and quickly explained: “No, I just…”

“Shu’er,” Jun Wuyuan seemed puzzled. “What’s wrong with you?”

Meanwhile, Ning Changhe’s eyes had already changed. He inconspicuously placed his hand in his sleeve. Jun Shu quickly explained: “No, Father, I was just being impulsive. I didn’t mean that. I…”

Before he finished speaking, a talisman paper suddenly emerged from Ning Changhe’s hand and stuck directly to Jun Shu’s chest.

Green light blazed from Jun Shu’s chest. Ning Changhe’s eyes widened. He thrust down with his sword. Jun Wuyuan moved faster—a jade flute blocked Ning Changhe, as he said coldly: “Daoist Changhe, what is the meaning of this?”

“This is a demon seed!”

Ning Changhe looked up in shock and shouted urgently: “City Lord Jun, can’t you see it?!”

“I can see it,” Jun Wuyuan’s voice grew heavier. “But this is someone from my Music City. It’s not Desolate City’s place to deal with him!”

Jun Shu didn’t dare speak. He looked at the green light on his chest in shock.

The green light illuminated his chest cavity clearly. Everyone could see that where his heart beat, a lotus flower was budding.

“Father…” Jun Shu spoke tremblingly. “This is… this is…”

“Don’t be afraid, Shu’er,” Jun Wuyuan said coldly. “Your father will protect you completely. Even if you’re infected with a demon seed, controlled by the Evil God, and have evil intentions, Father will definitely save you!”

“City Lord Jun!”

Ning Changhe shouted urgently: “You must consider the greater good!”

“My son,” Jun Wuyuan looked up, showing killing intent, “I will discipline myself!”

With that, he raised his hand and grabbed Jun Shu: “Let’s go!”

“No!”

Jun Shu seemed to suddenly realize something. He rushed forward and grabbed Qin Wanwan’s hand: “Wan’er, save me! I won’t leave! I won’t leave!”

The moment Jun Shu gripped Qin Wanwan’s hand, countless memories flooded into Qin Wanwan’s mind.

The first thing Qin Wanwan saw clearly was the scene of how Shen Zhiming found Jun Wuyuan and discussed with him finding the Exquisite Jade.

“I’ve already confirmed that Wan’er swallowed a dragon pill. If she wishes, she can refine it into a Blue Dragon Constitution. I have a cultivation method here. After dual cultivation, the person who dual cultivates with her can also become a Blue Dragon Constitution. She is your daughter-in-law. In the future, Music City and I will join forces to seek the Exquisite Jade. After obtaining the Exquisite Jade, Jun Shu and Qin Wan will open the Immortal Ascension Gate and ascend. I’ll keep the Exquisite Jade to overcome my final heavenly tribulation. How about it?”

“Being able to let Shu’er and Wan’er ascend together would naturally be wonderful.”

Jun Wuyuan smiled and clinked glasses with Shen Zhiming: “I entrust my son to you.”

Next came the scene outside Ghost City. After Shen Zhiming was severely injured, his demon seed burst forth. He grabbed Jun Shu and absorbed Jun Shu’s spiritual power.

Qin Wanwan stared blankly at the memories floating before her eyes until Jun Shu was forcibly torn away by people Jun Wuyuan had brought.

“The young master has gone mad.”

Jun Wuyuan’s voice was light: “Take him away.”

With that, Jun Wuyuan put away his jade flute and turned to leave.

Jun Shu was being dragged out. He struggled desperately.

“I don’t have a demon seed! I don’t! It’s a frame-up! All a frame-up! Shen Zhiming has the demon seed! Shen Zhiming harmed me!”

“This isn’t my father! Save me! Save me!”

Jun Shu was dragged out by Jun Wuyuan.

Jian Xingzhi turned to look at Qin Wanwan, quite emotional: “I didn’t expect him to also be…”

Before he finished, a “ding” sounded in his mind. 666 gave a cold notification: “Apologies, [Task Nine: Beauty Saves the Hero—have the female lead save the target (can be romanced) and deliver the target to his father’s hands] has failed. Task completion progress: 50%. Points +250. Total points: 4435.”

Hearing this notification, Jian Xingzhi immediately rushed outside. Qin Wanwan grabbed him: “Where are you going?”

Seeing Ning Changhe and the others still present, Jian Xingzhi only said: “Let’s go.”

With that, he nodded to Ning Changhe as a greeting, then pulled Qin Wanwan outside and urgently said: “The task failed.”

Hearing this, Qin Wanwan immediately understood: “The task of delivering Jun Shu to his father’s hands failed?”

“That’s right.” Jian Xingzhi nodded, gritting his teeth. “I worked so hard and endured him for so long, and in the end I only got 250 points! No way, I’m going to find him.”

“No need,” Qin Wanwan sighed. She patted Jian Xingzhi’s hand. “I probably already understand what’s going on. Forget it. Even if you go, the points won’t come back.”

“Why?”

Jian Xingzhi didn’t understand. Qin Wanwan let him go and turned toward the bedroom: “Jun Wuyuan is probably already dead, killed by Shen Zhiming. Shen Zhiming absorbed Jun Shu’s spiritual power and also absorbed Jun Wuyuan’s spiritual power. He’s very formidable now. Let’s not look for trouble. Sleep well,” Qin Wanwan stretched lazily. “Don’t meddle in other people’s business.”

“Mm.”

Jian Xingzhi thought about it and nodded. “You’re right.”

“I’m going to rest first to prepare for tomorrow’s finals,” Qin Wanwan said, poking her head around the corner of the wall and waving at him with a smile. “Good night.”

Jian Xingzhi stared blankly in the direction Qin Wanwan had left. After a long time, he heard 666 speak leisurely: “Very cute, isn’t she?”

“Yeah…”

Just as he said this, Jian Xingzhi suddenly realized who was asking him. He coughed lightly: “What?”

“A task has come. Accept it.”

“Hm?”

Jian Xingzhi’s “hm” had barely emerged when he saw a task bar appear on the screen with a “ding.”

[Task Eleven: Destined Encounter—Assist the male lead in heroically saving the beauty for the female lead, increasing both parties’ favorable impression by +10. Points +1000. Accept?]

[Task Details: After Shen Zhiming takes Jun Shu away, he kills Jun Shu. Before Jun Shu dies, he learns that Jun Shu gave his memories to ‘Qin Wan.’ To prevent ‘Qin Wan’ from seeking revenge, and coveting the dragon pill in Qin Wan’s body, Shen Zhiming takes a desperate risk and suddenly appears at the Gentleman’s Sword competition venue, attempting to kill ‘Qin Wan.’ In the crisis moment, the male lead descends from heaven, and Qin Wan and the ‘male lead’ fall in love at first sight.]

Looking at this task, Jian Xingzhi first froze for a moment, then suddenly realized an important problem: “Male lead? What’s a male lead?”

Before, they were all “supporting male characters.” This male lead seemed a bit special?

“Male lead,” 666 swallowed hard but, out of professionalism, spoke with difficulty. “Is the female lead’s destined person. According to the system’s calculations, it’s the person the female lead is most likely to fall for…”

Hearing this, Jian Xingzhi didn’t hesitate and began frantically clicking on the gray “No” button.

666 looked at him sympathetically, not daring to speak. Watching him click frantically in frustration for a long time, he finally said: “You’ve timed out. The task has been automatically accepted. You… you handle it as you see fit. Anyway, if you don’t assist… it will happen naturally.”

Hearing this, Jian Xingzhi thought about it, then without hesitation turned around. In a few leaps, he arrived at Ning Buyan’s room. He knocked on Ning Buyan’s window: “Ning Buyan!”

Ning Buyan was about to sleep when he heard Jian Xingzhi’s voice. Coughing, he opened the window: “Jian… cough cough… Jian…”

“Stop coughing. Quick, do me a favor. Go intercept Jun Wuyuan, chat with him casually to delay him. After I notify you, let him go.”

With that, Jian Xingzhi tossed him a communication talisman: “Take this. Wait for my message.”

Ning Buyan was stunned. He hesitated as he picked up the communication talisman, thought about it, and sighed.

Forget it. Jian Xingzhi had helped the Ning family so much. Helping him in return was only proper.

After having Ning Buyan delay Shen Zhiming who had just left, Jian Xingzhi immediately went to find Xie Gutang and Cuilu.

“Xie Gutang, come on, accompany me to a fight.”

“Cuilu, help me out. Going to fight.”

“Nanfeng…”

Jian Xingzhi arrived at Nanfeng’s window. He looked at Nanfeng blinking at him and swallowed his words: “Watch your master. Make sure she sleeps well and doesn’t oversleep tomorrow.”

After that, Jian Xingzhi took Cuilu and Xie Gutang and flew out of Desolate City with great momentum.

Xie Gutang was somewhat confused: “Senior, what are we fighting?”

“Yeah,” Cuilu sat on a flying artifact, holding a bronze mirror while applying cucumber slices to her face. “Who is it that you need to call both of us?”

“Shen Zhiming.”

Jian Xingzhi announced the name. Cuilu immediately braked.

“I suddenly have a stomachache.”

She said this and turned to run.

“Shen Zhiming has a demon seed on him. Jun Shu was harmed by him. Jun Wuyuan was probably also killed by him.”

Jian Xingzhi was brief and to the point. Cuilu paused in her movements and thought about it: “Although he’s very bad, the Jun family aren’t good people either. What does it have to do with us?”

“Qin Wan was once saved by Jun Wuyuan and owes a karmic debt. Most importantly, Shen Zhiming covets the dragon pill in Qin Wan’s body and will come back to kill her. He just killed Jun Wuyuan. Even if he absorbed the spiritual power, he couldn’t have digested it completely. Right now must be his weakest moment. That’s why he didn’t forcibly take me and Wanwan away at the Ning manor. If we don’t kill him now, we’re letting the tiger return to the mountain!”

Jian Xingzhi’s reasoning was sound. Xie Gutang thought about it: “But he is the Questioning Heart Sect Master after all…”

“I’m not asking you to make a move.” Jian Xingzhi knew Xie Gutang had the Heavenly Sword Sect behind him and Cuilu had Ghost City, so they had many considerations. He reassured them: “Just set up a formation. I’ll make the move.”

“Oh.”

The two relaxed. Xie Gutang nodded: “Alright.”

The three arrived at the exit of Desolate City. This was the necessary path out of Desolate City. After the three stopped, they began asking Jian Xingzhi: “What should we do?”

Jian Xingzhi began rummaging through his cosmic pouch. He’d taken quite a few good things from Lin Yanzhi’s tomb. He pulled out many magical artifacts and began setting up the formation.

Xie Gutang and Cuilu watched him set up this formation they’d never seen before, then heard Jian Xingzhi say: “You two, stand at the Kun position and Qian position respectively. In a moment, inject your spiritual power into it.”

The two nodded. Then they saw Jian Xingzhi take out a teleportation array. Jian Xingzhi placed his hand on the teleportation array and was about to recite the incantation when he suddenly remembered something. He turned to Xie Gutang: “Old Xie, please forgive me.”

Xie Gutang was confused. Then he saw Jian Xingzhi toss the teleportation array into the air. A vortex appeared in the air. On the other side of the vortex was actually the Heavenly Sword Sect’s Sword Repository!

Xie Gutang’s breathing stopped. Then he saw countless flying swords emerge from the teleportation array and fall beside the formation.

“I’ll return them after I’m done.”

Looking at Xie Gutang’s pale face and considering his feelings, Jian Xingzhi quickly reassured him: “Don’t worry, I won’t take them.”

If he wanted to take them, he probably could at any time.

Xie Gutang’s heart was panicking, but he still pretended to be calm: “Mm, I know.”

After the swords were arranged, Jian Xingzhi took out a concealment artifact, hid the entire formation, and finally notified Ning Buyan.

“Ning Buyan, it’s ready.”

Ning Buyan was in the middle of seeing off Shen Zhiming for the eighteenth time. Shen Zhiming had a stiff smile: “Daoist Ning, you’re too kind. Seeing me off here is enough. There’s really no need to see me off further.”

“How can that be? It’s our Desolate City custom to see guests off to the Place of Fate.”

As Ning Buyan spoke, he coughed. While coughing, he heard Jian Xingzhi’s words. He calmly looked up at a willow tree beside them: “Ah, the Place of Fate has arrived. City Lord Jun, please go ahead.”

With that, Ning Buyan didn’t hesitate and turned to leave, completely different from his enthusiastic manner before.

Shen Zhiming was confused, but thinking of important matters, he didn’t care. With a cold face, he returned to the carriage and instructed the young man driving outside: “Let’s go.”

The young man’s face showed no expression. Hearing Shen Zhiming’s words, he cracked the whip at the spirit beast and galloped toward the exit of Desolate City.

Generally, inside cities, out of respect, unless in special circumstances, cultivators were prohibited from sword-riding. Shen Zhiming didn’t want to provoke trouble, so he rode a spirit beast out of the city.

He sat down wearing ‘Jun Wuyuan’s’ shell and looked at Jun Shu tied up in the corner. He looked him up and down and couldn’t help but laugh: “How does it feel to have caused your own father’s death?”

Jun Shu looked at him coldly. Shen Zhiming raised his hand and released the silencing spell. Jun Shu began screaming frantically: “Where’s my father? What did you do to my father?!”

“What did I do?” Shen Zhiming tilted his head and smiled casually. “Killed him, of course. You sent him a message, and he came to save you. You already know my secret. I can’t kill you, so I could only kill him.”

With that, Shen Zhiming sighed: “Hundreds of years of friendship between him and me. He wasn’t on guard against me at all. I just stabbed like this.”

As Shen Zhiming spoke, he pulled open his clothes, revealing a rotting wound, and pointed at it: “Right here. One sword thrust. Soul and spirit completely destroyed.”

Jun Shu looked at that wound in shock. Shen Zhiming pulled his clothes back and continued drinking tea: “Don’t worry, I’ve dealt with your family. Once we’re out of Desolate City and I kill you, I’ll announce to the world that you were infected with a demon seed, devoured by evil thoughts. At first, you wanted to kill me and devour my cultivation. I was severely injured but managed to escape. After that, you killed your father and mother. I avenged my friend, so I killed you.”

With that, Shen Zhiming sighed with emotion: “Ah, I’m truly a person of deep loyalty and righteousness.”

Listening to these words, Jun Shu felt the hatred in his heart growing wildly.

“Shen Zhiming…” Jun Shu clenched his fists, speaking tremblingly. “Why are you doing this?”

“At this point, you’re still asking me why?”

As Shen Zhiming spoke, he walked to Jun Shu’s side. He crouched down and leaned close to look at him: “I’m truly jealous of you. Such a good birth, such good talent, and a woman who loves you so much.”

As Shen Zhiming spoke, the carriage drew closer and closer to the Desolate City boundary marker.

Jian Xingzhi lay in ambush by the roadside, glancing at Xie Gutang and Cuilu beside him, using his eyes to signal them to get ready.

Only at this moment did 666 finally react: “Mas… Master… what… what are you doing?”

Jian Xingzhi didn’t speak. 666 tried to persuade him: “No… don’t do this. This is, this is the female lead’s plot!”

“Shut up.” Jian Xingzhi ignored 666 and only said: “Wanwan has no plot related to a male lead.”

With that, the carriage’s rear wheel rolled out of Desolate City’s territory. Jian Xingzhi shouted: “Now!”

In that instant, all three injected their spiritual power into the formation. The formation blazed brightly.

Before the formation lit up, Shen Zhiming was patting Jun Shu’s face while continuing to lecture him.

“But you’re so stupid. Clearly Wan’er loves you so much, yet you like that idiot Su Yueli. If not for her exceptional constitution, do you think I’d even look at her? Only you, sincere and genuine, getting cuckolded and still happy about it. Speaking of which, it’s also strange. Before, you didn’t like Qin Wan. Now that she’s become another man’s woman, you like her. Are you a masochist?”

“Shen Zhiming!”

Hearing this, Jun Shu suddenly raised his eyes: “I’m going to kill you! I’m going to kill you!”

“Oh my,” Shen Zhiming stood up, looking at him like looking at a dog. “You look so ugly and disgusting. You kill me? I killed your father. I absorbed all his cultivation. I want to see who in this world can kill me?”

With that, amid Jun Shu’s screaming, Shen Zhiming spread his arms and laughed loudly: “I, Shen Zhiming, have cultivated for a thousand years, just one step away from heavenly tribulation. Let me see who! Who else can kill me…”

His words barely ended when a thunderous boom sounded. A bolt of lightning struck Shen Zhiming viciously. Over ten thousand swords directly pierced through his body, roaring past like a dragon of swords.

His three souls and seven spirits screamed as they rushed out of Jun Wuyuan’s body. Those flying swords carrying evil-suppressing spell techniques immediately surged forward and chopped those souls and spirits into ash. In the tremendous light, the souls screamed madly, then slowly fell silent. Only a trace of green suddenly flew into Jun Shu’s body nearby.

Jun Shu was blown out by the carriage wall the instant the thunder struck, pinned under the carriage. Pain and the faint green light drilled into his body together. The pain made him gasp sharply.

666 screamed frantically, watching helplessly as one hundred thousand volts explosively entered Jian Xingzhi’s body. He began persuading him: “500 points! 500 points to exchange for an exemption card, Master!”

Jian Xingzhi gritted his teeth and said nothing.

500 points—he might not get that much even from completing an entire task!

Wasn’t it just pain? He could endure it!

He lay on the ground with Cuilu and Xie Gutang in the dark, watching the formation take effect, enduring the fierce electric shock of one hundred thousand volts.

After confirming Shen Zhiming’s soul was completely annihilated, Jian Xingzhi raised his hand and waved, sending the sword dragon flying into the distance. After returning it to the Sword Repository through the teleportation array, Jian Xingzhi raised his hand again and summoned a violent wind.

The violent wind blew the carriage away. Jun Shu quickly crawled to the ground, gripping the earth tightly to prevent himself from being blown away by the violent wind.

Jian Xingzhi led Cuilu and Xie Gutang to clean up the battlefield in the violent wind, quietly taking away all the magical artifacts. After the violent wind disappeared, all the light objects in the vicinity had been blown away.

Jun Shu recovered on the ground for a while, then gritted his teeth and propped himself up. He looked around. After a long time, he only saw his father’s corpse lying flat on the ground.

He staggered over and fell to his knees with a thud.

“Heaven has eyes…” He murmured. After a while, he cried and laughed at the same time, grief-stricken. Finally, he raised his head and shouted: “Heavens, you’ve finally opened your eyes!”

Jian Xingzhi finished collecting the magical artifacts. He’d been twitching the whole way. He couldn’t help but ask 666: “Is this electric shock endless? When will it finally stop!”

“I don’t know either…” 666 felt wronged. “You killed such an important character. You should be glad you weren’t struck dead.”

“If I don’t kill him, he’ll kill Wanwan! Once he digests Jun Wuyuan’s spiritual power, will we still be able to kill him?”

“But there’s still the male lead,” 666 grew unhappy. “What do we do about the task now?”

“Cancel it! What male lead? Having me is enough!”

After Jian Xingzhi argued with 666 for a while, he discovered Cuilu and Xie Gutang were both looking at him.

He turned his head, irritated from the pain: “What are you looking at?”

As soon as he spoke, smoke drifted from his mouth.

Xie Gutang spoke in shock: “Did you just… undergo a heavenly tribulation?”

That’s why he was scorched this black.

Jian Xingzhi raised his hand to look and discovered his skin had turned black.

He touched his hair—it was all standing on end.

He pretended to be calm: “Just got electrocuted. It’s nothing. Don’t make a fuss. Tomorrow after Wanwan wins the competition, I’ll treat you all to a meal. Let’s go.”

With that, he sped up and flew back on his sword.

When he landed, it was already close to dawn. Just as he reached the corridor, he saw Qin Wanwan already standing at the edge of the corridor.

Seeing Jian Xingzhi completely scorched black with his hair standing on end, Qin Wanwan was also stunned.

“You…”

“Oh,” Jian Xingzhi ignored the smoke coming from his mouth and spoke calmly. “I went to test the system’s temper. Her temper isn’t small. You need to be careful in the future. Well, I’m going to clean up now. I’ll accompany you to the competition right after.”

“Are you alright?”

Qin Wanwan spoke with concern. Jian Xingzhi scoffed: “What could be wrong with me? A mere one hundred thousand volts—what can it do to me?”

With that, Jian Xingzhi turned and staggered toward his room. After walking just a few steps, with a “thud,” he fell flat on the ground, twitching.

Qin Wanwan quickly went forward to help him: “Master, are you alright?”

As she spoke, she remembered the exemption card she’d used before and quickly tried to use points to exchange one for him.

But Jian Xingzhi finally couldn’t take it anymore. In his mind, he quickly used 500 points to exchange for an exemption card for himself. The electric shock finally stopped.

Once the shock stopped, he lay weakly in Qin Wanwan’s arms.

Qin Wanwan looked at Jian Xingzhi, who looked like he’d just returned from Africa, and frowned: “What exactly did you do?”

“I went,” Jian Xingzhi swallowed, “to change fate.”

What garbage male lead—he absolutely would not allow such a thing to appear before Qin Wanwan!

At this time, Jun Shu had also cried enough. He collapsed on his father’s corpse and fell asleep unconsciously.

He murmured Qin Wan’s name. At his heart, that lotus flower silently broke through his chest and emerged. Like a greedy mouth, it bit into Jun Wuyuan’s flesh, which still contained spiritual power and cultivation.

The morning sunlight passed with the bloody and windy air, stirring up waves of bloody qi in the desolate earth.

“Wan’er…” Jun Shu murmured without consciousness. “You’re all I have left, Wan’er…”

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**Author’s Note:**

**[Mini Theater]**

Interview: “Why was Jian Xingzhi later called the God of Light?”

Qin Wanwan: “It’s like this. As everyone knows, the mortal world has wind power generation, hydroelectric power, thermal power, nuclear power generation… But the cultivation world only needs one person for power generation: Jian Xingzhi. As long as he runs wild on the path of making mistakes, our cultivation world will be forever brightly lit. To commemorate his spirit of sacrifice, everyone calls him the God of Light.”