enly Machine shattered its inner core, waves of gasps and screams, along with roars of monstrous beasts, echoed through the air.As spiritual energy surged, wisps of energy were extinguished like blown...At the heart of the battlefield, on the peak of a mountain in the back hills of Danxinmen, a second-rate sect, there is a rock formation that resembles an eagle with its wings spread, known as Eagle Flying Stone. On top of the Eagle Flying Stone sits a figure in a white tunic embroidered with red clouds, outlining his tall and muscular frame. He has snow-white silver hair, appearing to be around thirty years old, but his eyes hold a depth of experience far beyond his years.

He sat on the Eagle Flying Stone, one leg bent and the other dangling in the air. Beside him lay a wine gourd.

The young man in white, with white hair, shook his gourd and sighed.

Just then, his eyes lit up. He looked at a beam of light flying from below and smirked, "The wine is here!" He waved to the beam of light.

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One day, a ray of light descended beside him, revealing a delicate and adorable young girl.

The young girl was slender, wearing a green dress and having her long hair tied in two ponytails. As soon as she appeared, she smiled at the young man, her lips curving into a charming dimple.

"Senior Brother!" the young girl cried out in a crisp voice.

"What senior brother!" The young man glared, "Call me Senior Uncle!"

"Oh" The girl tilted her head, looking at him with a mischievous glint in her beautiful eyes. "Are you sure"

The young man said in a serious tone, "You must address your elders properly. Your father is my senior brother, so you should call me Master Uncle."

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The girl, bearing a burden on her back, stepped onto thin air with one foot and made as if to leave. She glanced sideways at the young man, saying, "Well then, have you thought it through Big brother gets to drink, but junior uncle... go find someplace cool to stay."

"Chan'er,師妹(Junior Sister Chan'er), you are really mischievous!" the young man scolded with a serious expression.

The girl named Chan'er let out a giggle and withdrew her foot, taking out several wine jars from her storage pouch. The young man eagerly opened one, sniffed the aroma, and his brows rose. "Good wine!"

After taking a few sips from the wine jar, he belched contentedly and casually asked, "Where did this wine come from It's been around for a while."

As the girl poured her brought wine into the young man's flask, she casually said, "My mother is buried in the bamboo forest. This is her wine."

The young man stood frozen, staring blankly at Chan'er: "Isn't this your dowry You're so bold! If your mother knew..."

"You don't say, I don't say, how would my mother know," Chan'er giggled.

The young man stared at Chan'er with a conflicted expression, then glanced at his wine gourd. He raised his head and took a few more gulps, whatever, he'd been used to getting beaten since he was little. As long as he didn't leave the Lingxi battlefield, that old hag wouldn't be able to do anything to him...

"Senior brother, when are you going to marry me" Chan'er poured the wine and sat in front of the young man, asking with a serious expression.

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The girl tilted her head, her slender finger pointing to her red lips: "On the night thirty-two years ago, you kissed..." She didn't look old, but in reality, she was a master of beauty care and couldn't tell her true age from her appearance.

"Shut up!" The young man looked around nervously, like a guilty thief. "If your mother hears this, I'm done for! Besides, I was just a kid back then..."

Back then, she was just a child. It's amazing that she remembers it so clearly. The past is best left forgotten!

"Then I won't say any more." Chan'er smiled at the young man, and even reached up to pull on her own lips as if sewing them shut.

The young man immediately got a headache. After so many years together, he knew the girl's temper better than anyone. The more she acted this way, the more it meant there was something important she wasn't saying.

He sighed, "Just say what's on your mind."

Chan'er smiled sweetly and said, "Since I've said it, you have to marry me!"

"Shut up!" The young man turned around abruptly, leaving his back to the girl.

"You don't even want to hear about the Bloodsect" Chan'er's voice sounded behind him.

The young man turned his head, his expression turning grave. His lips moved a few times before he rasped out, "To depose him It's about time."

Chan'er shook her head, her big eyes curving into crescent moons: "Perhaps the Bi Xue Sect doesn't need to be abolished."

“What do you mean” The young man frowned. In thirty years, he hadn't taken on any disciples. The Bixue Sect had been pushed to the brink of abolishment. In two months, the sect ranking assessment would begin. This assessment was beyond human interference. The old man and his senior sister had endured for thirty years, and the Bixue Sect had gradually declined from first rank to ninth rank. This time, they couldn't possibly keep the sect name.

"I heard, just heard, that six months ago Tang Lao accepted a disciple. But on the way back, he was ambushed and forced to send him to the Lingxi battlefield. Now, this kid named Lu Yiye already has five levels of cultivation and is heading towards the Bi Xue Zong garrison." appeared in an endless stream, along with a flood of information surging into him.That feeling is very strange and unpleasant.He was in pain, and the unfamiliar blood clan wasn't doing well either. T...