Sikong Haoxuan slowly recalled in his mind that he had complained in front of Sikong Xiao Yue some time ago about the Imperial Capital Magic Shop's futile name, which didn't even have pure crystals. In the hands of a sorcerer, the purer the crystal, the more suitable it is to become a soul vessel.

Touching the crystal ball in his hand, Sikong Haoxuan's heart was filled with emotion. He clearly knew that although a pure crystal was a stone without any value for magicians and martial artists in the continent, but in a situation where 99% of the crystals in the continent contained magical elements, the value of pure crystals came to the forefront as things were more precious than rare. Not to mention the fact that this pure crystal was the finest decorative material that nobles craved for.

Sikong Haoxuan really couldn't imagine how long Sikong Xiao Yue would need to accumulate crystal coins to be able to buy such a large pure crystal ball. With her usual means of spending money, it was really hard for her, and the most important thing was that she was willing to do so.

"Fourth brother, this is a birthday gift from second brother. I know you're not interested in either magic or fighting qi, but I think you should have a general understanding of them." Sikong Mochun handed over a thread-bound ancient book, and he always viewed things so accurately and profoundly. To be able to make Sikong Mochun, who was as good as a book, take out a thread-bound ancient book as a gift, I'm afraid that it would be only a few of his brothers in the world.

Sikong Haoxuan carefully put away the crystal ball and the ancient book, put this strong affection in his heart, secretly vowed to treasure it for a lifetime.

While Sikong Haoxuan was in a turbulent mood, Sikong Buqun came late, a small figure covered in a cloak followed behind him.

Song Zi Yan saw the small white sword symbol on the cloak of the petite figure, and was secretly surprised, guessing the intention of the old master to bring people from the Elder Pavilion over.

"Xuan'er, take a look at the gift grandpa brought you. This is a hundred times more precious than that Extreme Spatial Ring, and it's sent to you by Grandpa on behalf of the Elder Pavilion."

The moment Sikong Mochun and Sikong Xiao Yue heard about the Elder's Pavilion, their hearts were also startled. In the Sikong Family, the most mysterious place was none other than the Elder's Pavilion. Many direct members of the Sikong Family only knew of the existence of the Elder's Pavilion, but where exactly the Elder's Pavilion was located and what some of the people were, for many years it was only the Sikong Family Head who was able to know in detail.

Staring at the smaller figure wrapped tightly in the cloak, Sikong Haoxuan felt a big headache, ''Sending a big living person? Why is the Elder's Court in the mood to send spies into my special courtyard?"

Sikong Buqun was deeply satisfied with his grandson's dumbfounded expression as he pointed at the long brocade box in the hands of the two guards, "Xuan'er, that's a gift your father sent you from the Southern Border. Xue'er grew up in the Elder's Pavilion, you must treat her well."

Simply unable to refuse his grandfather's gift, Sikong Haoxuan returned to the courtyard with a heart full of twists and turns, and Xue'er quietly followed behind him. Elder Pavilion out of the people Sikong Haoxuan has not had the guts to slack off, greeted to the maid for Xue'er to freshen up, he himself toward the South Star's room.

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Nan Xing's room, and his look, are so rigid, empty. Looking at Nan Xing who was still struggling with his "age", Sikong Haoxuan felt slightly relieved. During this period of time, Nan Xing had slowly adapted to the torture he had suffered in the loss of "years", and it was expected that he would soon be able to cultivate Dou Qi under the erosion of "years".

When he moved his fingers, the ancient sorcery that had enveloped Nan Xing, the Years of Age, was dispersed. Although his body had been tortured and weakened, his eyes were still bright, indicating that he would not lose his mind under the erosion of the "Years".

Those who were familiar with Nan Xing would definitely notice that there was a layer of death aura covering his body, and the flow of death aura all over his body made people feel a slight chill.

At this moment, Nan Xing's state was in great discrepancy with Sikong Haoxuan's expectation, frowning quietly, Nan Xing could feel Sikong Haoxuan's dissatisfaction with himself within his heart, but he did not know why. Without a trace of panic in his eyes, he also looked at Sikong Haoxuan quietly, waiting for him to speak.

A moment later, Sikong Haoxuan sighed slightly, ''Nanxing, you have relied on hatred for motivation during your years, right? Do you realize that one of your feet has already stepped into the gate of the Dao of Killing."

"The Dao of Killing?" Obviously Nan Xing had difficulty understanding Sikong Haoxuan's words.

"Killers-kill for the sake of killing, it is difficult to generate any other emotions in one's heart. Pursuing further killing throughout one's life."

"Is stepping into the Dao of Killing able to kill the Demonic Serpent Star Yin Qi?"

Sikong Haoxuan did not expect that the hatred in Nan Xing's heart was so intense, "When a killer achieves greatness, there will be no more unkillable people in the world. But Nan Xing, you have to think clearly, once you fully step into the Way of the Slayer, there will be nothing else in your life other than killing."

The hint of anxiety on Nan Xing's face disappeared and reverted back to being empty, "As long as I can kill Yin Qi, so what if I step into the Dao of Killing?!"

Sikong Haoxuan wrestled Nan Xing a brocade box from his spatial ring, "The sword in this box is held by the warriors of the Vanguard Battalion. Having drank the blood of thousands of people, experience and understand the killing aura in it."

Returning to the hall, Sikong Haoxuan's eyes could not help but be attracted by Xue'er who had taken off her cloak. In his previous life, with Sikong Haoxuan's status, he had seen countless beautiful women of various temperaments, but such a gentle little flower, Sikong Haoxuan was certain in his heart, would never appear in the modern society of his previous life.

"Fourth Young Master, the night is late. Xue'er will serve you to wash and rest." Xue'er's soft voice interrupted the inexplicable comparisons in Sikong Haoxuan's heart.

The somewhat embarrassed Sikong Haoxuan was clearly surprised in the face of Xue'er's words, "What? You serve me?"

With some amusement in her heart, Xue'er looked at Sikong Haoxuan whose behavior was a bit odd and said, "Yes, from now on, all of the Fourth Young Masters will be served by me, this is the task that the Elder's Pavilion has given me."

After asking Xue'er to sit down, Sikong Haoxuan personally poured a cup of juice for her, "Xue'er, the task the Elder Pavilion gave you is to serve me? Isn't that too aggravating for you?"

"It's not aggravating, I serve the white-bearded grandfather in the Elder's Pavilion as well."

"Who is the white-bearded grandfather you serve, Xue'er?" Having a great interest in the mysterious Elder's Pavilion Sikong Haoxuan began to set up Xue'er's words.

"I don't know what the white-bearded grandfather's name is either, but the people in the pavilion are all very respectful to the white-bearded grandfather." Xue'er's retort didn't seem to have a hint of heart.

Hearing Xue'er say this, Sikong Haoxuan knew that he would not be able to satisfy his curiosity from Xue'er. Although Xue'er had lived in the Elder Pavilion since she was a child, I'm afraid that her knowledge of the Elder Pavilion was also very limited.

After exhausting his efforts to persuade Xue'er to go to bed, Sikong Haoxuan returned to his room, organized his mood, and slowly sank into his fixation, comprehending the vastness of the sorcery in his mind in the meditative realm.