Senior sister, stop working and go home for dinner.

Chapter 351 The Zhang Family, the porridge is getting cold.

The peach wood sword in Wei Qingyi's hand trembled slightly in the dark red halo.

"We cultivate, but we have never harmed the innocent for the sake of cultivation. Our master taught us the path of protection, not the path of extermination." Wei Qingyi's gaze swept over the blood beads, those people who had been alive not long ago. "Among these people, there may be greedy ones, but there must also be those who were deceived, the innocent. How could you... refine them all?"

Su Wan looked at Wei Qingyi quietly. She did not argue or get angry, but just sighed softly.

"Qingyi, do you know how many methods I've tried over the past three thousand years?"

She slowly stood up, her long dress trailing on the ground, and turned to face the pool of blood.

"It's no use, it's no use..."

Su Wan seemed to be talking in a daze. She did not answer Wei Qingyi, nor did she look at the blood beads.

After a long time, perhaps only a few heartbeats' worth of time, she slowly turned around, her gaze passing over Wei Qingyi holding the sword, past Feng Xiaolu with teary eyes, and landing on Chen Anran's face.

"Anran," she called to him, her voice so soft it was as if she were afraid of startling something, "what are you thinking now?"

Chen Anran remained silent. He looked at his senior sister, at those familiar eyes now stained with blood, at the pool behind her filled with the blood of nearly a hundred cultivators, and at the round, eerie beads on the stone platform. Lu Kong's words, Su Wan's confession, three thousand years, the resolute declaration of "no immortals under heaven"... all these overwhelming pieces of information assaulted him, attempting to tear apart his entire understanding of the Cloud Hidden Sect, his senior sister, and cultivation that he had built up over the past decade.

Chen Anran did not answer Su Wan's question. He simply raised his right hand in silence, palm up, and loosely clenched it.

There was no fluctuation of spiritual energy—at the core of this Spirit-Suppressing Mist, all spiritual energy had been dormant.

However, the Museum of Evolution is not subject to spiritual power restrictions.

A sword slowly solidified in his palm.

The sword was ancient and unsharpened, even somewhat worn, with a dark, bronze-like luster, yet it possessed an indescribable majesty. Unlike ordinary flying swords that radiated brilliance, it was calm and restrained, as if bearing an extremely heavy weight.

The Imperial Sword.

Chen Anran gripped the sword hilt, raised his eyes, and calmly met Su Wan's bloodshot eyes.

"Senior Sister."

"Go home."

"The porridge is getting cold."

There are no grand principles, no arguments about right and wrong, no judgments of good and bad. It's just the simplest and most unpretentious sentence.

Go home. Have dinner.

Return to that everyday life filled with warmth, chatter, laughter, anger, and the mundane details of daily life.

Silence fell upon the stone chamber once more.

Feng Xiaolu stopped sobbing. She stared blankly at Chen Anran, then at Su Wan. Wei Qingyi lowered her grip on the peach wood sword slightly. Huiming closed her eyes, slowing the pace of her prayer beads. Lu Kong stood in the shadows, his expression unreadable.

Su Wan was stunned.

For the first time, clear cracks appeared in the depths of those blood-red pupils, where the calm had been frozen for three thousand years.

She looked at the Imperial Sword in Chen Anran's hand. There was no killing intent or sharp edge on the sword, only a heavy call for "family" and "order." She looked at Chen Anran's face. There was no anger or fear on that face, only an almost stubborn calmness, and an unmistakable expectation deep in his eyes.

Come back home.

These two words, like the dullest of knives, slowly but surely pried open the layers of defenses she had built up with time and resolve. (The latest chapter is ready! Book lovers, return quickly!)

Su Wan swayed. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but no sound came out. In her blood-red pupils, extremely complex emotions surged: confusion, struggle, a fleeting pain, and... a trace of weakness that belonged to "Su Wan" rather than "the gravedigger," buried deep by the long passage of time.

Lu Kong stepped forward, seemingly wanting to say something, but in the end he just silently lowered his eyes.

Chen Anran gripped the Imperial Sword, not pressing forward, but simply standing quietly, waiting. The sword was dull, yet it seemed to illuminate the human heart more clearly than the sharpness of any divine weapon.

The air inside the stone chamber was no longer just filled with the stench of blood and heaviness; it carried an indescribable, unresolved tension.

Everyone was looking at Su Wan.

Her choice awaits.

In the end, Su Wan shook her head, "I'm sorry, junior brother, we can't go back..."

"Then I'll take you back!"

Wei Qingyi's eyebrows furrowed, and before she could finish speaking, the peach wood sword in her hand had already transformed into a swift shadow, stabbing straight at Su Wan's shoulder—she had ultimately held back, not wanting to truly harm her senior sister.

However, the sword tip pierced through.

There was no physical sensation of flesh and blood, no sound of clothes tearing, and not even the slightest resistance.

The peach wood sword pierced through Su Wan's shoulder as if it were piercing through the void.

Her figure became translucent, and the hem of her long dress fluttered like smoke and mist, mingling with the faint blood aura rising from the blood pool.

It is not a physical entity.

It is a spirit.

Wei Qingyi's pupils contracted sharply, and she abruptly drew her sword and retreated, her face showing disbelief and astonishment for the first time: "You..."

Feng Xiaolu covered her mouth, and Chen Anran also looked astonished.

Feng Xiaolu covered her mouth, and Chen Anran also looked astonished.

Lu Kong slowly emerged from the shadows and stopped beside Su Wan. He looked at the peach wood sword in Wei Qingyi's hand that had pierced through his master without causing any harm, then at the nearly one hundred dark red blood beads on the stone platform, and finally at the thick blood slowly swirling in the blood pool. His voice was low and calm:

"This formation is called 'Spirit Reversal and Source Elimination,' requiring the essence and blood of a cultivator as a catalyst to reverse the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. But with only these..."

He paused, his gaze falling on Wei Qingyi and Feng Xiaolu, a complex look that sent shivers down one's spine.

"Three more cultivators who have mastered the Pure Yin Body through the Ice and Jade Snow Technique are needed to sacrifice themselves to the formation and use their pure Yin essence to harmonize the violent Yang energy in their blood essence before the spiritual power of heaven and earth that has been revived can be truly sealed."

The air inside the stone chamber seemed to freeze instantly.

"The Secret of Pure Ice and Jade Snow".

That was the core cultivation technique passed down by the Cloud Hidden Sect, the mental cultivation method that their master had personally taught to the three of them.

Su Wan, Wei Qingyi, and Feng Xiaolu all practiced this technique. However, their individual talents differed, and their progress varied.

Wei Qingyi's face gradually turned pale.

She suddenly turned her head to look at Feng Xiaolu, who was also staring blankly at her.

"The Pure Jade Snow Technique..." Feng Xiaolu murmured, "My second senior sister and I both learned it..."

Su Wan's spirit slowly turned around, her blood-red pupils looking at her two junior sisters, her eyes surging with the deepest pain and struggle in three thousand years.

"Yes," she admitted softly, "I'm sorry..."

"So..." Wei Qingyi's voice was as cold as ice, "The so-called 'master' who took us as disciples from the very beginning and taught us the 'Ice Purity Jade Snow Technique,' it was all your scheme? Just for today?"