"I must hurry, or I'll be roasted alive by the flames." Xiao Yifei encouraged himself, using the same method as before to leap to the next stepping stone.

The same distance, the same force, Xiao Yifei once again landed steadily on the rock. However, this time, the force of his drop was heavier, causing the rock to thud under his feet. Although the rock had strong corrosion resistance, a corner melted away from the lava, making it unstable.

On the rock missing a corner, Xiao Yifei found it difficult to keep his balance, and had to speed up his pace, leaping towards another stepping stone. As he repeated this process, Xiao Yifei resembled a frog skimming across a lake, gradually making his way deeper into the Holy Mountain.

Moreover, after repetitive practice, Xiao Yifei had become accustomed to the feeling, gradually moving as if on flat ground, mastering the force needed almost perfectly between stepping stones, so that each landing allowed him to borrow strength to leap to the next.

Finally, after half an hour of leaping, Xiao Yifei reached the shore of the lava, which was an open space composed of dark rocks. At the edge of the land, there was a small hole that allowed a person to bend down to walk through, presumably leading to the depths of the Holy Mountain.

Without a word, Xiao Yifei leaped to the shore, landed steadily, a confident smile flashing at the corner of his mouth as he walked towards the small hole.

At this point, the fire membrane on Xiao Yifei's body was already exhausted, evaporating immediately after flickering twice with dim red light. The scorching fire swept over his skin, and the moisture in his skin evaporated into a mist instantaneously, withering visibly.

Sizzle! Xiao Yifei could even hear the sound of his skin cracking.

"This is bad!" Xiao Yifei silently noted the impending danger, hurriedly calling out his Protective Qi, which quickly started repairing his damaged cells and replenishing moisture to his skin. But observing this, Xiao Yifei realized that the speed of his body's repair couldn't keep up with the rate at which the Holy Mountain's fire was eroding his body. If this continued, his internal Qi would eventually deplete.

With no time to think, Xiao Yifei pushed his movement technique to the extreme, sprinting towards the hole without a second thought, and jumped in as soon as he reached it. However, no matter where he went, he was still within the Holy Mountain, unable to escape the pursuit of the fire. Soon, Xiao Yifei's limbs began to lose strength; his lips dried, his skin shriveled, and his eyes saw stars, forcing him to proceed into the depths of the small hole by instinct.

He had no idea how long he walked like this, but his body's Qi began to deplete gradually, and Xiao Yifei's body had been eroded by Fire Poison to a near-paralyzed state.

His feet no longer obeyed him, mechanically moving further into the cave, while his vision blurred and darkened, the scenery before him receding.

"I... I can't hold on any longer." With a parched throat and tongue, Xiao Yifei had no energy to assess his internal depletion, deeply aware that he couldn't last much longer. Meanwhile, the voice that had beckoned him into the Holy Mountain hadn't appeared, and as his body began to collapse, Xiao Yifei finally blacked out and fell.

"Based on your strength, you don't seem like that Xiao Zhengri kid. Who are you?" The voice from the foot of the mountain echoed in Xiao Yifei's mind again.

"Weren't you the senior who called me down here? And who is Xiao Zhengri?" Though his consciousness was fading, in his internal world, Xiao Yifei still existed in a healthy state. Upon hearing the voice mention a name similar to his own, he had some suspicions, but he didn't dare to ask rashly and instead sought to gradually confirm his thoughts.

"Yes, it was I who called you, but I thought you were that Xiao Zhengri boy because I sensed the presence of a Biwei Silver Needle in you. Had I known you weren't him, I would have let you die there." The owner of the voice replied.

"Senior, you know the Biwei Silver Needle?" At the foot of the mountain, Lin Mu had already guessed that it was the presence of the Biwei Silver Needle that caused the creatures inside the Holy Mountain to lift their imposition on him. Unexpectedly, the entity directly mentioned the Biwei Silver Needle by name, implying a certain level of understanding.

"Hmm? But your appearance does resemble that Xiao Zhengri boy somewhat." Instead of answering Lin Mu's question, the voice expressed a note of confusion.

"What's your name?" The owner of the voice asked.

"Junior is Xiao Yifei, a descendant of the Xiao Family, one of the Seven Ancient Clans." Xiao Yifei responded respectfully.

"That makes sense, no wonder you resemble that kid. As a descendant of the Xiao Family, you don't know who Xiao Zhengri is?" Hearing Xiao Yifei's introduction, the voice's owner seemed relieved, but soon realized the oddity and continued to question Xiao Yifei.

"I indeed don't know who Xiao Zhengri is, as mentioned by senior, but I am truly a descendant of the Xiao Family, and the Biwei Silver Needle in me can prove it."

"I know you are a descendant of the Xiao Family, but it's strange that you don't know Xiao Zhengri." The owner of the voice said, then seemed to think of something suddenly and asked Xiao Yifei: "What's your father's name?"

"Since birth, I have never met my father, only occasionally heard my grandfather mention him, but he never told me my father's full name."

After a pause, Xiao Yifei continued, "However, by coincidence, I embarked on the path of cultivation, and heard from the descendants of the Ci Family that my father had entered the Copper Gate."

Before this mighty voice, Xiao Yifei didn't dare hide anything, their power disparity leaving him no room for error. Moreover, at this moment, Xiao Yifei's body lay in the Holy Mountain, making him vulnerable should the owner of the voice decide to harm him.

"That explains it. It seems you are indeed Xiao Zhengri's son." The owner of the voice concluded, relieved.

Just as I thought!

From the first mention of the name Xiao Zhengri, Xiao Yifei suspected there was a connection to himself, and through the conversation, he gradually confirmed his theory. With the owner of the voice revealing all, Xiao Zhengri's identity became clear in Xiao Yifei's mind.

"So, my father is named Xiao Zhengri, what a masculine name!" Xiao Yifei remarked with emotion.

"You brat, earlier at the foot of the mountain I thought you were Xiao Zhengri. I used Qi speech to talk to you for a long time without any response. I thought you had become mute over the years, but you're his son after all."

"Qi speech, what is that?" Xiao Yifei pondered for a moment, recalling that at the foot of the mountain, besides the oppression, he hadn't sensed anything until the voice entered his mind.

"When you reach a certain level, you will naturally understand. I'm not your master, so why should I teach you?"

Feeling awkward, Xiao Yifei said, "Then, senior, considering my current situation, could you provide a little help?" Having roughly discerned from the conversation that the owner of the voice had some connection with his father and didn't seem antagonistic, Xiao Yifei hesitantly probed.

"What does it have to do with me? Call your father to save you. See to it yourself."

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