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  Kuotian Peak, summit.

  Kui Tian Peak is three hundred zhang high, from the bottom looking up, it's submerged in the sea of clouds. On the top of Kui Tian Peak, there are only a few pavilions vaguely visible. This place is where the master of the Kui Sect cultivates. At this time, in the middle pavilion, Lie Teng listened to Yun Tian's words with a calm expression, while Qing Yi had already looked at his new residence.

  "Calling Qingyun, is it?" Cloud Tian sat upright above, his expression calm and indifferent, but his ordinary face revealed an air of natural majesty, his turbid eyes gazing at Lie Teng as he spoke.

  "Yes, Your Majesty!" Lie Teng replied respectfully. He had previously been the sixth imperial prince and was quite resistant to the power of those above him. At this time, he didn't have much excitement in his heart either, because he had already guessed what Yun Tian would say next.

  "Your qualifications are not bad, at your age you have reached the third layer of gathering spirits and are already a top-notch figure in our sect. However... Qingyi is now the young master of my sect, and with time, she will have the opportunity to reach the peak of the Dan Yuan period as a top-level strong practitioner. Our sect doesn't care about your past relationships, but from today on, I hope you can leave Qingyi alone. Only then can she calm down and focus on her cultivation. Can you understand our intentions?" Yun Tian's expression gradually revealed a hint of sternness, his voice thick and powerful, causing the air to vibrate with intense energy.

  Lie Teng lowered his head, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes. His original good impression of Yun Tian also vanished instantly. He had planned to settle Qing Yi down before leaving the Puppet Sect, but now Yun Tian was using his aura to suppress him. This made Lie Teng, who was proud and stubborn by nature, feel a surge of discontent, but he knew that at this moment, he didn't have the qualifications to express the dissatisfaction in his heart.

  "Master, Qingyun knows what to do." Lie Teng spat out a mouthful of turbid air and said.

  "Great! This is the Lingmu Dan, which can help you break through the third layer of Qi gathering." Yun Tian's face showed a hint of a smile as he heard this. With a flick of his sleeve, an object flew out and landed in front of Lie Teng. It was a transparent bottle containing a small pill about the size of a thumb. Lie Teng didn't hesitate to store it in his ring. He then bowed respectfully and said: "Master, Qing Yun will take her leave now. If...Qing Yi...asks about me, just tell her that I'll come see her after she reaches the Dan-forming stage!" After finishing speaking, Lie Teng left without looking back.

  Yun Tian gazed at Lie Teng's proud and lonely figure, his eyes suddenly slightly condensed. This child actually withstood his pressure without changing his expression? He suddenly felt a strange feeling, as if what he was doing now was not quite right.

  "The difficulty of cultivating the Tao is harder than climbing to the sky. Not everyone can succeed, perhaps it's just that our sect has thought too much."

  Out of the attic, Lie Teng directly flew on his sword and headed towards Kui Zhen Mountain. He couldn't wait to know how his master Zhang Hezi was doing. About half an hour later, Lie Teng arrived at the central part of Kui Zhen Mountain. The two black-clothed middle-aged men were still sitting at the door, and when they saw Lie Teng flying in on his sword, they both stood up with a flattering smile on their faces. One of them, Fuhuo, said: "Qingyun Shidi, you're back? Come on, I've arranged a new place for you to stay. The house of Shifu is too weak in spiritual energy."

  "Yes, Qingyun junior brother, come on, this way please!" Another lean man with a polite expression stretched out his hand to grab Lie Teng. Just as he was about to be grabbed, Lie Teng took a step back, furrowed his brow and sneered inwardly, saying in a low voice: "Where is my master Changhezi at this time?"

  "He? How dare he try to provoke the heavenly calamity... Cough..." The fat man blurted out, but seeing Lie Teng's face turn iron-blue, he suddenly stopped.

  Lieteng's heart suddenly throbbed violently, he suppressed the pain in his heart, and almost knew the outcome of Changhezi, but he didn't believe it! He growled: "What happened to my master?"

  "Changhezi's Shifu... he triggered the heavenly calamity half a month ago and his soul scattered," said the thin man hastily, with a hint of mockery on both their faces.

  The difficulty of cultivation is more difficult than ascending to heaven. Many cultivators are stuck at a certain level, and when they reach their limit, they will inevitably trigger the heavenly tribulation. This leads to only two outcomes: either the soul scatters or one successfully crosses the tribulation and breaks through to a new level. Those who rely on themselves to cross the tribulation and survive are almost... nonexistent. However, there are many who attempt this, nearly all of them. They are unwilling for their years of cultivation to end in vain, still just a pile of yellow earth. Although they know that triggering the heavenly tribulation is suicidal, they still hold onto hope and try to trigger it. This is undoubtedly like moths flying into flames, but it's an unavoidable choice.

  "Is Master dead? Has the heavenly tribulation been triggered?" Lie Teng only felt his head buzzing, his face deathly pale, he almost fainted, recalling the time spent with Zhang Hezi, Lie Teng's heart was like a knife cut, although Zhang Hezi always said that breaking through was hopeless, Lie Teng could feel his heart, one heart wanting to break through the six layers of Ling Qi and reach the Dan stage, Lie Teng could feel his unwillingness, could feel his determination to defy fate, but in the end...

  "He... where is he buried?" Lie Teng muttered with a lifeless gaze.

  "On the east side of the foot of the mountain." The lucky man spoke first.

  Lieteng's expression was dazed, his body seemed to have lost its bones, swaying unsteadily as he walked down the mountain.

  Kui Zhen Mountain foot, east side. Lieteng Tongxinji arrived at this place with a heavy heart, and it was here that the disciples of Kui Zong had reached their limit and could not break through. Their corpses would all be buried in this land, which is also a return to their roots.

  Looking at this desolate scene, the ground is covered with thick layers of rotting leaves, almost indistinguishable from the dense small hills. My heart is like a thousand arrows piercing through it. On top of these small hills, there is a wooden board with large, scribbled characters that seem to be dancing in the air, serving as a monument for each deceased disciple. Among these graves, perhaps some were exceptionally talented in their lifetime, or maybe they had an extraordinary past. Regardless of their achievements in life, ultimately, they could not break through and still ended up sleeping with the yellow earth.

  His eyes slowly lifted, and his dazed gaze swept over the wooden boards, finally landing on a board atop a small yellow earth mound with the three characters "Chang He Zi". He walked to Chang He Zi's grave in a trance-like state, kneeling down on both knees, staring blankly at the three characters, gradually falling into a daze. It was as if he heard Chang He Zi's hearty laughter from when he was alive, and his meticulous teachings. The two years they spent together seemed like it all happened yesterday, but now, everything had changed, and people were separated by heaven and earth.

  In this cultivation world, Lie Teng's heart had only cared about two people: Qing Yi and Zhang He Zi. Qing Yi was innocent and kind, making Lie Teng regard her as a younger sister, while Zhang He Zi's meticulous teachings had moved Lie Teng deeply. At this time, Zhang He Zi had already passed away, causing Lie Teng's heart to ache to the extreme.

  He sat softly in front of Changhezi's grave, staring blankly at the three words "Changhezi" and murmured: 'Master, you once said that one day, your disciple would have the opportunity to reach the Dan stage, but... why can't you live to see the day when your disciple reaches that day? Master, I asked, why is my heart always cold? I told you, because I bear a deep blood feud, but at this time, I almost can't see any hope. The difficulty of cultivation is as difficult as ascending to heaven. I am confused, do I really have the day when I personally behead my enemy?'

  Tears quietly fell from Lie Teng's eyes. At the time of his original death, Lie Teng had just come of age. Adding to that two years of cultivating his soul in the puppet and three years with Zhang Hezi, plus half a year in the secret realm, Lie Teng was now over 23 years old. In these 23 years, Lie Teng had only cried twice: when Emperor Lie Feng passed away, and now!

  Lieteng sat alone for three days, staring at the words "Changhezi". No one knew what Lieteng was thinking during those three days. But on the fourth day, Lieteng stood up with an unusually firm determination, his eyes shining as he gazed at Changhezi's grave. He knelt down and kowtowed three times, saying: "Master, your disciple is unfilial and cannot accompany you, but I am not willing to be controlled by fate. Your disciple bears a deep blood feud, no matter what, I will fight against fate until I take revenge. After that, I will come back to visit you, Master!"

  Suddenly, Lie Teng stood up and left without looking back. His solitary figure gradually disappeared into the distance, leaving behind only the withered leaves blown by the gentle breeze...

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