Prologue

The man in white is Xue Han, who tightly embraces his daughter, overwhelmed with excitement

Haoran took the clothes and exclaimed, "Sister Ning, I am starving, prepare something delicious." With a push of his right hand, he lightly leaped onto the lake shore, his skin shimmering with golden light, the droplets of water on him turning into steam. He lay under the shade of a tree, leisurely swinging his legs.

It is extremely hot, and I am starving

Xue Han let out a long, heavy sigh and said, "Child, we encountered demons in the Western Demon Continent. Brother Jian, Sister Tian Lan, and Ning Er's mother met with misfortune; only I and Brother Ling Xu managed to escape.

With a wave of his long sleeves, Xue Han sealed her breath, causing Xue Ning to fall into a coma. Xue Han grasped her shoulder and floated before Hao Ran, speaking kindly: "Child, the tragedy has already occurred; this is an irreversible fact. The demons are too powerful. It is a stroke of luck that we have returned alive. The urgent task now is to diligently cultivate our skills and seek revenge in the future"

The young girl blushed, turned around and stamped her foot, scolding: "Nonsense, you... you either go or not? If not, I will leave."

Xue Ning looked up at her father, tears streaming down her face, her voice trembling intensely: "Dad, is it true that Mom has really died?"

"No, you are lying!" Haoran shouted, stepping back a few paces, and cried out with a heart-wrenching voice: "They are not dead, Mom and Dad will not die, they absolutely will not die, they are still alive"

Haoran poked his head out, his face filled with sorrow as he said: "Sister Ning, I haven't seen you for half a year, and I feel so restless. I beg you, let me accompany you for a few days... Oh my, it will take at least five or six years to reach ninety. How can I live without seeing you for such a long time?"

The youth, aged eighteen or nineteen, is not particularly handsome. His pair of eyes is lively and expressive, and he is significantly taller and more robust than the average person. His slightly dark skin has a hint of a golden sheen. Most notably, his eyebrows are connected, thick and black, extending to his temples; this is known as a "connected heart eyebrow," leaving an indelible impression.

The last two sentences slipped out, and Haoran was taken aback. He covered his mouth and sat up, glancing around a few times. Thank heavens, they really left; otherwise, today would have been disastrous, and he could have lost his head.

The large bird paused for a moment, its gaze flickering uncertainly, and fiercely swooped down towards the ground, its enormous claws intent on tearing Haoran into pieces. Suddenly, it ascended midway, revealing a sorrowful expression, along with profound pain, as if it were engaged in a fierce internal struggle

"Father, you have returned!" Xue Ning exclaimed with joy, rushing into the embrace of the man in white, and said with a playful smile, "That's wonderful, we were just worried."

As the night deepens, the cold moon is completely hidden among the clouds, the vast Leaf Ridge is shrouded in darkness, and the Green Lake Valley is enveloped in a deathly silence

Suddenly, a large bird appeared in the sky, descending swiftly like a specter, silently hovering above Haoran

At the foot of the mountain, a person turned around, dressed in light yellow tight pants and a short shirt, barefoot with two large feet. Their head was covered with a huge lotus leaf, almost reaching their shoulders, with two small holes in the front revealing a pair of pitch-black eyes, creating a rather comical appearance

Diving beneath the girl, the boy raised his right hand, emitting a golden light. The lake water surged violently, and the previously calm surface of the lake was stirred up, creating waves half a meter high that continuously rushed towards the girl

Wiping my hands and mouth clean, I suddenly blurted out, "Sister Ning, they have been gone for so long, could something have happened?" I felt uneasy, my heart racing with anxiety.

Unfortunately, it is in last place

The young girl, with a serious expression and a spirited demeanor, said: "Who allowed you to leave? Hmph, go back to the quiet room immediately. You are not allowed to leave until you reach the ninety knots; otherwise, I will return to the Snow Mountain and never want to see you again"

Walking unsteadily, with an air of carefree contentment, he muttered: "Strange, why is it always a fiery day when I enter seclusion and still a fiery day when I emerge? It seems we are destined to be connected... Hehe, I am of the golden vein, not afraid of the heat, but Sister Ning cultivates the water vein, delicate and tender, most afraid of the heat; she must have run off to some corner to escape the summer."

Xue Han's expression was dim, her lips trembled a few times, as if she wanted to speak but hesitated.

"Then, brother." Xue Ning broke free from her father, crying out as she followed.

No, absolutely not, he is lying.

Haoran shouted, "What kind of demons are you talking about? Where are they located in the Western Demon Continent? You are brothers; why did you not come to their aid? Why did you return by yourselves? Why?"

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The cold sun rises from the north, casting down orange-yellow sunlight, and the temperature rapidly decreases

Xue Ning was taken aback, her expression slightly changed

Xue Ning was also taken aback

After circling for a long time, rising and falling repeatedly, the large bird trembled violently, letting out a mournful cry. It transformed into a mass of black smoke; no, it was a mass of fierce fire, and this fire was actually black, burning fiercely. The flames danced back and forth, exuding an inexplicable eeriness, as if they were flames from hell. The temperature in the valley rose sharply.

The second major sect is the Snow Mountain Sect, led by the sect master, Master Xue Han, who has six sons and one daughter. The youngest daughter is named Ning Jie, with the full name Xue Ning. Due to her exceptional talent, she is humorously referred to as the foremost talented woman of Lanmu.

With wings spread out to a length of ten zhang, its entire body is pitch black, blending seamlessly with the night, leaving only a pair of blood-red giant eyes clearly visible, alluring yet mysterious, exuding a strong aura of death, eerie and terrifying, sending chills down one's spine

Ye Haoran, you are detestable! The girl with almond-shaped eyes glared and leaped into the air, her toes lightly tapping the surface of the lake. After several jumps, she reached the lakeshore, picked up the boy's clothes, and Ye Haoran hurriedly shouted, "Sister Ning, please show mercy." He swam desperately towards the shore.

Xue Han shook his head and sighed, saying: "Child, you should go to the snow-capped mountains; I will take you as my disciple..."

The person was left speechless: "Ning Jie is indeed Ning Jie, the foremost talented woman of Lanmu District. My goodness, she actually dares to study diligently under the scorching sun. Remarkable! No wonder her progress is so rapid; she has advanced in one year more than I have in two. Soon, she will reach the Hundred Realms, and I cannot deny her prowess." He hid under the shade of a tree by the lake, pulling off a lotus leaf to reveal his true appearance.

Xue Ning was greatly moved, hesitating for a moment before making a decisive decision: "You go into seclusion, I will return to the Snow Mountain... Who?" With a flash of movement, he floated out of the cave, and Hao Ran followed closely behind.

The black fire rapidly shrank, transforming into a flame the size of a fingertip, which landed precisely in Haoran's mouth. A powerful and unmatched surge of heat rushed into his lungs, nearly melting him, and he instantly lost consciousness.

Fifteen years ago, Ye Jian and Xue Han, two couples, along with Ling Qingzong's master Ling Xu, traveled together to the Western Demon Continent, and have yet to return. A few years ago, they sent a flying talisman, but this year there has been no news. Ling Qing and the spirit master of Xueshan have also been unable to make contact.

Haoran was also overjoyed. He glanced around and noticed that the area behind Xue Han was empty. He anxiously asked, "Master Xue, where are my dad and mom? When will they arrive?"

As the name suggests, it is an enormous fireball, flames dancing, now suspended in the east, about to set, yet still radiating heat, the air seemingly ablaze, waves of heat sweeping across the land, the rocks a deep reddish hue, scalding hot, enough to roast an old wild boar within a quarter of an hour. The once boisterous birds and beasts have long since vanished, the grass and trees withered and listless, curling their leaves, with only the cicadas desperately calling out.

Ye Haoran, the only son of Ye Jian, the founder of the Ye Ling school, has only been established for thirty years. Currently, its scale is quite small; apart from the father and son duo, there is only Haoran's mother, the Celestial Blue Master. Among the Nine Blue Wood Sects, it consistently ranks at the top.

"Don't go, I'm going, I'm going!" Haoran felt a sudden panic in his heart and hurriedly assured, "I will begin my seclusion tonight, and I must achieve the Hundred Realms before the age of 30, and the Spirit Realm by 40"

Sister Ning is wonderful in every way, gentle and considerate, with a meticulous nature. Her only flaw is her strong desire to excel. Despite her delicate appearance, she trains relentlessly, determined to set the fastest record for becoming a spirit. Alas, I suffer alongside her.

Snow, feeling the chill, dared not look directly, turning her head aside, and nodded with difficulty: "I will take you back to the mountain, child, you just follow..."

Haoran gently shook his head, each word carrying weight: "Thank you for your kindness, I will just wait at home, not going anywhere... Don't push me, no matter how good the Snow Mountain is, it cannot compare to Yeling."

As the sky darkens, a bright moon appears in the east, only the size of a fist, yet it is icy cold, resembling a piece of eternal ice, casting down strands of chill. This is the cold moon of the fourth month of Zihua, a wave of cold air sweeps across the land, the temperature continues to drop, penetrating to the bone, as if one is immersed in a world of ice and snow

Haoran felt all his strength drained, collapsing to the ground, staring blankly at the sky, his mind in disarray. How could his parents, with such great abilities, possibly be unable to defeat the demons?

Haoran saw Ning Jie with a gloomy expression and silently blamed himself for speaking out of turn. He softly comforted her, saying, "Ning Jie, don't worry. Senior Lingxu is a dignified Yuling. Even if five people join forces, they can escape from Fengling. Perhaps they are on their way back now"

The girl withdrew her hand, and the whirlpool immediately vanished. The boy surfaced, wiped the droplets from his face, and chuckled, "Sister Ning, your mastery of water veins is unparalleled in the world. I am utterly in awe, haha, just joking... don't... don't be angry. Is it not enough that I bow my head and admit my mistake?"

She wore a form-fitting snow-white garment, her skin gleaming as if it were a blooming lotus bud. With her eyes tightly closed and an expression of solemnity, a cloud of mist floated above her head, roughly the size of a fan, resembling a pot of boiling water, with small waves rolling and bubbling.

Haoran seized the opportunity and said, "Let us make a trip to the snow-capped mountains; perhaps we will have some news by then"

Haoran found it very strange. He looked closely at Xuehan and noticed that his face was pale and his spirit was listless. He asked in confusion, "You... are you injured?" Suddenly, a sense of foreboding surged within him. "What happened? My dad, my mom, he... they..."

Haoran rushed into the cave, panting heavily. His eyes lit up at the sight of a table laden with dishes, the aroma of meat wafting throughout the room. Overcome with joy, he dashed forward and grabbed a rabbit leg, devouring it ravenously.

Although the strengths of Ye Ling and Xue Shan are vastly different and cannot be compared, Ye Jian and Xue Han felt an instant connection, akin to that of brothers. Remarkably, twenty years ago, Hao Ran and Xue Ning were born almost simultaneously, which both sects regarded as a sign of destiny, further strengthening their ties. The two children lived together, inseparable.

Outside the cave stood a person, clad in a white robe whiter than snow, with a delicate and handsome face

"No, I won't go." Haoran ran wildly towards the mountain, shouting, "Dad, Mom, I know you are still in the Western Demon Continent, and you will be back soon. Your child is waiting for you here"

With a lazy smile on his face, he leisurely fanned the lotus leaf. The young boy's eyes darted around, and with a mischievous chuckle, he immediately tossed aside the lotus leaf, stripped down to nothing at the fastest speed, and leaped into the small lake, disappearing from sight

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In front of them lay a small lake, which, despite having dried up significantly, still had a broad surface covering an area of about five to six hundred acres. A young girl in white sat in the center of the lake, seemingly perched on a wooden post, yet there was nothing beneath her knees. She sat there steadily, completely motionless, suspended half an inch above the water's surface.

The young girl opened her eyes and let out a delicate shout, her fair hand striking the surface of the lake. The water churned rapidly, forming a concave whirlpool within a radius of three zhang, with the young man at its center. He spun at an astonishing speed, feeling dizzy, and hurriedly shielded his head with golden light, shouting for mercy: "Sister Ning, it's me, spare my life, I won't dare to do it again next time"

"One cannot expect ivory from a dog's mouth." The more he spoke, the less sense he made, and the young girl's face flushed bright red. She threw her clothes at Haoran and ran away, saying, "You have fifteen minutes to reach Qinghu Valley; not even a second late is acceptable"

Hao Ran, completely oblivious, soon cleared the entire table of dishes and said with a grin, "Don't blame me; if you must blame someone, blame your exceptional culinary skills. It's just too delicious for me to resist"

Haoran remained unmoved, tightly biting his lip, his eyes wide open, staring at him intently

Stealing a glance, the girl's expression softened slightly, and Haoran felt relieved. He chuckled and said, "Sister Ning, could you take it a bit easier and slow down? Hey, you were born just a quarter of an hour before me, so it should be the same for becoming a spirit. Then, we can cultivate together, reach the City of Ten Thousand Spirits, and in the future, establish our own sect together, and then..."

With a frozen expression, he knew well that Haoran had been stubborn since childhood, resolute in his decisions, and no amount of persuasion would make him leave Yeling. He sighed deeply, saying, "Fine, I won't force you. You are already an adult, so take care of yourself!" He then turned and rushed out of the mountain.

Xue Ning remained expressionless, yet a hint of pride flickered in her eyes. She naturally handed over a towel, her voice gentle yet firm, "After you finish eating, you will enter seclusion. Go to the quiet room now"

The situation is quite complex; the Western Demon Continent is vast, and there are too many demons. Xue Han hesitated, speaking in a stammering manner: "Once you become a spirit, we will provide you with the detailed circumstances."

Xue Ning deeply agrees, as in her mind, her parents possess great powers and are capable of anything. With the foremost expert of Lanmu accompanying them, even if they cannot win, they should at least be able to protect themselves.

He looked around restlessly, incessantly nagging: "Heavenly Lord, open your dog eyes and take a look; the rivers in our Ye Ling are basically running dry, and even the Qing Lake is getting shallower. I know you are slacking off again. It hasn't rained for at least three days, and even the Rain Moon isn't shedding a few drops of tears. If this continues, people will die, and your sins will be great."

In an instant, Haoran fell from heaven to hell, his entire body icy cold, and his head ringing with a loud roar

"No problem, Sister Ning has given the order, and I will complete the task without hesitation". In Ye Ling, where the population is sparse, apart from Xue Ning, Hao Ran's best friends are the wild beasts in the mountains. Influenced by this environment, as he grows older, his wildness intensifies, leaving his parents helpless. The only nemesis to this wildness is Xue Ning; in her presence, even a tiger becomes a sheep.

"No eating, wash your hands first." Xue Ning waved her chopsticks to shoo them away

Haoran was utterly exhausted, his head pounding as if it would split, and his spirit was nearly on the verge of collapse. Unknowingly, he fell asleep.

To be able to bear the title of "Zong" is no simple feat; it requires not only great strength but also a long history, with numerous branches residing in various locations. In the Lanmu region, there are only two such families: besides the Xueshan Zong, only the elder Lingqing Zong holds this qualification

As he spoke, he suddenly slowed his pace

The sound of birdsong startled Haoran awake. Groggily opening his eyes, he found himself enveloped in absolute darkness, unable to see anything. He felt a searing heat throughout his body and, not knowing what had happened, he gasped in shock.

Xue Han possesses profound cultivation, yet he cannot withstand the intensity of his gaze. He lowers his head and says, "Your parents are no longer here, and without guidance, it is difficult to attain the spiritual realm. Mastering the five arts is not easy. It would be best for you to cultivate on Snow Mountain, and I assure you that I will impart all my knowledge to you."

Three hours later, the cold sun set behind the mountains, the dim yellow sunset quickly faded, and the temperature dropped below zero

In the realm of Zihua, there are four days, with the sun rising and setting alternately in the east, south, west, and north. The third sun is referred to as the Fire Sun

A typical martial arts enthusiast, lacking interest

In the realm of the Purple Flower Spirit, there are three continents and five islands. The farthest west, the Western Demon Continent, is the largest forbidden zone, shrouded in mystery. It is said to be home to various demons and monsters, terrifying beyond measure, causing everyone to change color at the mere mention of it. Spirit masters frequently go missing there.

"Forget it, I will arrive on time. She always says that what she says counts more than my words." Haoran quickly put on his robe, picked up the lotus leaf to cover his head, and wobbled away, but his speed was vastly different from when he came, faster than a galloping horse.