Xie Bridge's steps, with some familiarity, made Xie Wutong lightly open her eyes, blood surging throughout her body.

Because of her sudden breakthrough, her small face was still a bit flushed. At the first sight of Xie Bridge, her eyes widened: 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Father!"

After speaking, she suddenly stood up.

"Why have you come to Black Mountain, Wutong Prefecture..."

Her tone was filled with concern.

"Wutong Prefecture has been captured."

Xie Bridge's face showed a somber expression.

Xie Ke, who was beside him, also widened his eyes:

"The Patriarch means that Wutong Prefecture has already fallen under the control of the Xuanqing Demon Vein?!"

He watched as Xie Family Patriarch Xie Bridge knelt before the coffin, offering incense, and began to speak slowly:

"So, I came to this Black Mountain intending to lead the clan members, fight out of Wutong, take the official road, leave Baoping, and head straight for the neighboring Tongye State!"

"Tongye State was the place where the Great Demon Hunter Master and the Empress rose to prominence; it's truly a place 'where Grandmasters are prevalent.' Going further east is the Divine Capital!"

"By then, whether finding a foothold in a Prefecture City in Tongye State or becoming a minor clan in the Divine Capital, waiting for the right opportunity will certainly be better than..."

"Staying here in Baoping State, struggling to survive every day!"

"By the way, Wutong, what about that 'adopted son' the old man took in?"

"Do you know what his origins are, and why he was favored by the old man even before his life ended?"

"Such an honor, over the years, only that kid Song Chai Xin has achieved."

"What ability or merit does this young man possess?"

Xie Bridge knelt on the ground, inquiring as he spoke.

Rustle!

At this moment.

A sudden drizzle began outside, turning into a torrential downpour, pouring down.

With the thunderstorm intermingling, a daylight streak flashed through with a 'thunderclap.'

A Profound Robe youth activated 'Yellow Court True Qi,' using a layer of Dragon and Tiger True Gang to protect his body, walking with the stride of dragons and tigers, holding a fierce creature's head, unaffected by the wind and rain, striding through the courtyard!

Behind him followed a snow-haired young girl, delicate and innocent, yet not even the rain from the sky touched her; it was frozen and melted away into ice and snow!

Imagine, to what extent has this young girl's martial arts mastery reached the level of 'transforming decay into magic' to achieve such a state!

All along, the Black Mountain Xiefu saw this youth walking unscathed through the rain, with a body reeking of blood, complemented by the mysterious girl following him, front and back.

Not one dared to step forward to stop them!

The smoke outside seemed to have calmed.

Inside the Spirit Hall.

Xie Wutong knelt next to Xie Bridge, hesitating to answer her father's inquiry, yet she recounted the deeds concerning 'Jixia' in detail.

Furthermore,

She related all the words the old man had spoken, leaving Xie Bridge momentarily uncertain:

"You mean, he is...?"

Thunk!

At this moment!

A fierce head was thrown from outside the hall, landing right in front of the spirit coffin's altar table!

Xie Bridge immediately frowned and turned his head: "Who?"

With this turn, lightning split the daylight, causing him to squint and vaguely perceive a shadow from the blood-drenched figure.

As past memories gradually surged in his heart.

Combined with the name mentioned earlier, the Xie Family Patriarch couldn't help but blurt out:

"Song Chai Xin?!"

Song Chai Xin!

Behind Jixia, Yousu Yue from the Great Snow Mountain followed step by step. Upon hearing this name, she reacted as if instinctively, immediately looking left and right, with curiosity in her glassy eyes:

"Song Chai Xin?"

"Where is Song Chai Xin?"

Yousu Yue muttered this name; she had heard it many times from Aunt Song, and it was very familiar.

But Jixia in front remained indifferent, standing like a looming mountain. After lighting an incense stick, he looked at the spirit coffin before him and bowed:

"Old man, the hatred of your harm, Jixia has slain him, specifically taking his head to offer at the altar."

His expression was solemn. After bowing, he turned to look at the astonished and complicated expression of Xie Bridge, eyes seemingly reflecting day and night, profoundly deep:

"Sir... what did you just call me?"

Sun and moon in the same cycle!

This is the Martial Arts Celestial Form manifested when the Meteor Chasing Moon Fist Scripture is practiced to its extreme!

But the deepest legacy of this martial art is not on Zither Sword Mountain.

But on the Fist Stele of the Wutong Xie Family!

Seeing the phenomenon in Jixia's eyes, Xie Bridge's eyes were like an earthquake.

At the first moment, looking at the outsiders serving in the Spirit Hall, Xie Bridge dismissed them all, leaving even Xie Ke, the peripheral master, outside.

Once everyone had been dismissed, he couldn't help but speak urgently:

"I certainly wouldn't mistake you; though your appearance only resembles him by three-tenths, your demeanor and methods are identical to that person from decades ago!"

"Are you his offspring? His disciple?"

"You..."

The change today was too much, realizing he was somewhat losing composure, Xie Bridge restrained himself, looking at the mysterious girl behind Jixia, hesitating whether to ask this Celestial Pride master, who seemed not inferior to himself, to leave.

At this time,

Jixia spoke calmly:

"I am neither his offspring nor his disciple."

"I am simply me."

"Song Chai Xin is me, Jixia is also me."

"If..."

"You mean to inquire about that man from decades ago, who descended from Yunluan Mountain, entered the Xie Family, and defeated your fist in front of the 'Ancestral Hall,' losing the chance at Wutong Prefecture Examination, that 'Song Chai Xin'.

"Then, that would indeed be me."

If it's about the former 'Jixia.'

Then, being hesitant and lacking confidence without Song Chai Xin's experience of being universally opposed, surely wouldn't dare boldly 'expose identity.'