This is… the Ice Spirit Root!

He Niansheng actually has a rare spirit root!

If I could refine his spirit root…

But as soon as Xia Ming thought about it, he shook his head vigorously.

What are you thinking, Xia Ming!

He can kill you with just one finger!

He Niansheng actually made a move against a senior fellow disciple!

Master…

This is my Master, He Niansheng.

His decisiveness in killing is terrifying to even think about!

In shock, Xia Ming noticed that Li Dahua was not doing well either.

His face had turned pale and green.

If He Niansheng made a move, could Li Dahua survive the Xiehun Cliff?

But then, Li Dahua stopped worrying.

He had long positioned himself against Jiangang by luring Heiansheng to the Xiehun Cliff.

Now… he could only go all the way with it.

He Nianseng, my great Master!

My future entirely depends on you, He Niansheng!

…

Under the concerned gazes of Xia and Dahua, He Niansheng’s blood-stained fingertip lightly touched Jiang Liang’s forehead.

In an instant, silence surrounded them, and Xia Ming and Li Dahua held their breaths.

Could it be?

He Niansheng still wants to kill Jiang Liang!

Jiang Liang, being the one involved, felt his liver and gallbladder split in fear.

He could sense the pure killing intent emanating from He Niansheng.

So, He Niansheng really wants to kill him.

How could he dare to do such a thing!

Is He Niansheng truly fearless?

Jiang Liang wanted to escape.

But he couldn’t.

The spreading white frost directly bound him in place.

With his Foundation Establishment cultivation suppressing Jiang Liang’s Foundation Building stage, it was as easy as lifting a finger.

In Jiang Liang’s terrified gaze, He Niansheng’s blood-stained finger gently touched his forehead.

Tap.

Jiang Liang could even feel the strange slipperiness.

It was his own blood.

Huff… huff…

I’m still alive.

After surviving the ordeal, Jiang Liang hadn’t even had a chance to catch his breath when he heard a contemptuous whisper in his ear.

“Hmph… Jiang Liang, Jiang Liang.”

“If the Dahe Sect is founded on rules, why isn’t it called the Ruler Sect?”

“You, a clueless little fish in a stagnant pond, have you ever seen the vastness of the world?”

Casually glancing at Xia Ming and Li Dahua not far away, He Niansheng slowly continued:

“The Dahe Sect is my ancestor’s legacy! All of you are my disciples!”

Boom.

Jiang Liang felt his eardrums ringing, his mind shaking.

The surging blood distorted Jiang Liang’s face, and bloodshot veins appeared in his eyes.

Ignoring Jiang Liang’s reaction, He Niansheng walked towards Xia Ming.

Li Dahua, who stood beside them, was also trembling with fear.

When He Niansheng spoke, he didn’t lower his voice, and Li Dahua heard it clearly.

From his words, Li Dahua recalled a long-standing story.

It was a story his elders told him when he was young.

Since he was a child, Li Dahua knew there were immortals on the mountain.

And he had always dreamed that one day, he could become an immortal too.

The old folks said that the immortals on the mountain all came from the Dahe Sect.

This “Dahe” wasn’t the river, but the surname He.

A long, long time ago, it was said that four brothers arrived at this place as wanderers.

They had extraordinary skills, especially the eldest brother, He Laoda, who could move mountains and fill the sea.

At that time, Xizi Cangzhou was filled with wild beasts and powerful warriors.

The four brothers fought bloody battles for decades and finally carved out their own territory.

Conquering a kingdom is difficult, but keeping it is even harder. Eventually, He Laoda died in the Bai Cang River, his body disappearing without a trace.

After that, the descendants of the four brothers gradually established the Dahe Sect.

The surnames Jiang, Hu, and Hai all respected the surname He.

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But as time passed, the He surname declined.

And the words “Dahe” changed from being a surname to representing the Bai Cang River.

Could all of this be true?

In a state of panic, Li Dahua caught a glimpse of He Niansheng’s departing figure.

Then he looked at the frozen Jiang Liang and finally made up his mind.

He knew he couldn’t stay at the Xiehun Cliff any longer.

In a conflict between powerful clans, he, Li Dahua, couldn’t remain neutral.

He could only cling tightly to a powerful figure.

There was only one path left for him.

Stepping forward quickly, Li Dahua bowed deeply.

“Elder He, I have admired the Qingdan Peak a long time. I am willing to serve as a loyal servant. I hope you can…”

Before Li Dahua finished speaking, a cold gaze directly pierced him.

The gaze was as sharp as a blade, cutting through flesh and skin.

“When you reach Qingdan Peak, announce my name, and what you desire will be granted.”

Upon hearing this, Li Dahua immediately prostrated himself on the ground.

“Disciple Li Dahua, thanks Elder He Niansheng!”

Ignoring Li Dahua’s kowtow, He Niansheng waved his hand and led Xia Ming away.

By the way… this was the first time Xia Ming flew through the sky, and it was also his first time overlooking the vast land.

With mountains and peaks, snow-covered landscapes, pavilions and towers, and long bridges resembling dragons, it truly felt like a celestial realm.

Gazing into the distance, a white river seemed to connect the sky in the far horizon.

That must be the Bai Cang River that runs through Xizi Cangzhou.

It’s so wide… so wide…

Looking up, the starry sky shone brilliantly, boundless and infinite.

In that moment, a thousand feet of ambition surged within Xia Ming’s heart.

This is what it means to be an immortal!

Free and unrestricted, able to roam the heavens and earth!

Mountains and rivers display my lofty aspirations, while the starry sky hides my clear dreams!

Seeing Xia Ming’s reaction, He Niansheng’s eyes also flashed with a strange expression.

Disciple… disciple… how should I teach my disciple?

It has been too long, and He Niansheng can no longer remember many things.

After hesitating for a moment, He Niansheng spoke again:

“Jiang Liang-like ones, suppress them; Li Dahua-like ones, gather them.”

“Disciple Xia Ming, I will pass on my techniques to you when we return to the mountain. You are still too weak now.”

“Thank you, Master!”

If the first sentence was just a perfunctory response, then Xia Ming’s second sentence came from the bottom of his heart.

…

Soon after He Niansheng left, Li Dahua also slipped away.

He didn’t want to stay in this ghostly place any longer.

As the cold wind blew, Jiang Liang felt a crackling sound coming from his body.

The frost shattered, and Jiang Liang fell to his knees, coughing up a mouthful of black blood.

In the thick black blood, icy particles emitting a chilling aura could faintly be seen.

With a resentful gaze towards Qingdan Peak, Jiang Liang clenched his fists and fiercely pounded the ground.

He Niansheng! He Niansheng!

Do you think this is the Dahe Sect of the past?

As a struggling Golden Core cultivator, how many more years can you live?

There is more than one Elder in the Dahe Sect!

With his mind made up, Jiangang swallowed a healing pill.

After stabilizing his injuries, he soared into the sky on his flying sword, heading straight for the main hall of the sect.

…

Finally, He Niansheng settled Xia Ming in a secluded valley on Qingdan Peak.

Inside the valley, there were clear springs, old vines, and small cottages, exuding a sense of seclusion.

After settling Xia Ming, He Niansheng went straight to the peak of Qingdan Peak.

At the peak of Qingdan Peak, the cold moon hung high, and pine and cypress trees were covered in frost, with a chilling wind.

In the cold moonlight, a man stood with his hands behind his back.

He had been waiting here for a long time.