Pei Yuwan hurriedly left the Shen Family.

Wei Qiuling glanced at Shen Wen'an, who was unconscious on the bed, and asked, "How is Junior Brother Wen'an now?"

Luoxia Valley lowered its status to associate with the Shen Family mainly because of the relationship between Shen Wen'an and the Lingshan Sword Immortal.

If anything were to happen to Shen Wen'an, his value in the eyes of Luoxia Mountain would significantly decrease.

Shen Yuan understood this clearly and slightly cupped his hands. "His body is fine, but he remains unconscious for reasons unknown."

Wei Qiuling nodded, smiling gently to comfort him. "Junior Brother Wen'an has great fortune; nothing will happen to him. Patriarch Shen, don't worry too much."

"I have some healing elixirs here. Though I'm not sure if they will help Junior Brother Wen'an, they are a token of my concern."

As she spoke, she took out two porcelain bottles and handed them over.

"This bottle is the Spirit Storage Pill, which can repair damage to the divine sense."

"This bottle contains ordinary Qi Nourishing Pills, which Patriarch Shen can use as he sees fit."

Shen Yuan accepted the porcelain bottles and cupped his hands. "Thank you, Immortal Wei."

After Wei Qiuling returned the courtesy, she also left the Shen Family with Yu Jin.

When Pei Yuwan returned again, it was seven days later, accompanied by Li Heshan and Ji Yan, the elder from Qiyun Valley.

When the three arrived at the Black Water Pool, Ji Yan couldn't help but glance several times at the Black Water Pavilion within it.

"Elder Ji, is there something unusual?"

Li Heshan curiously glanced at the Black Water Pavilion and asked.

Ji Yan shook his head with a faint smile, not saying much.

The three walked into the courtyard, where Shen Yuan and Shen Wenxing greeted them at the door.

"Uncle Shen, this is Elder Ji Yan from Qiyun Valley."

After Pei Yuwan introduced him, Shen Yuan and his son hurriedly paid their respects.

The elders of Qiyun Valley are great cultivators at the late stage of the Fetal Breathing Realm.

"No need for such formalities. Take me to see the little fellow," Ji Yan, being of a genial temperament, said directly, not caring about these conventions.

"Elder, please follow me."

Shen Yuan extended his hand to guide the three to Shen Wen'an's residence.

Inside the room, Shen Wenyan was assisting in wiping Shen Wen'an's body.

"Ah Nu, let Elder Ji take a look at Wen'an."

Shen Wenyan cupped his hands in salute and then stepped aside.

Ji Yan approached the bedside, extending his palm to touch Shen Wen'an's forehead, a faint divine sense power slowly penetrating into his sea of consciousness.

Bang!

But before his divine sense power could approach Shen Wen'an's sea of consciousness, a terrifying and pure killing intent suddenly erupted from Shen Wen'an's body!

Clang!

The killing intent solidified, forming a blood-colored long sword in the void before them!

At the same time, the Dragon-Slaying Magical Sword, placed nearby on the desk, began to tremble violently, as if about to soar into the air at any moment!

Ji Yan, quick of sight and swift of body, immediately retreated two steps!

Everyone else around was also forced to retreat by the terrifying killing intent, staring in shock at Shen Wen'an on the bed.

"Elder Ji, what is this...?"

Li Heshan asked in astonishment.

Ji Yan's expression was also very grave.

"Such terrifying killing intent can only be wielded by a peerless expert steeped in the kill path!"

"What exactly is hidden inside this little fellow?"

After seemingly mumbling to himself, a light flashed in Ji Yan's hand as he took out an exquisite array plate and set it up in front of him, then attempted to advance two steps forward.

Nonetheless, the Sword of Malice above Shen Wen'an seemed to possess the awareness of a master-protecting spiritual object, suddenly exploding with a sharp sword aura toward Ji Yan!

The defense array in front of Ji Yan was as fragile as paper against this sword aura, providing no protection, directly shattering!

The terrifying sword aura grazed past his body.

In the blink of an eye, a gigantic crack appeared on the chair and furniture, and even the walls of the room behind him!

Seeing such a terrifying sword strike, Ji Yan's eye twitched slightly, sweat unexpectedly appearing subtly on his forehead.

"Elder Ji, are you okay?"

Pei Yuwan immediately asked with concern.

Ji Yan recovered from the shock, wiped the sweat from his brow, and shook his head with a bitter smile. "The presence inside Wen'an is too strong."

"I'm afraid I am powerless."

Upon hearing this, the faces of Shen Yuan and his two sons turned dark.

Especially Shen Yuan.

He vaguely guessed what had happened to his son.

Possession...

The possession of a terrifying powerhouse!

In his past life, he had only encountered such a trope in some online novels, but he didn't expect it to happen to his own son in this life.

Looking at the blood-colored long sword suspended above Shen Wen'an's head, Shen Yuan hesitated for a moment before stepping forward and bowing respectfully.

"I humbly beseech the senior to show mercy and spare my son."

Seeing this, Shen Wenxing was slightly startled and also followed his father's example, stepping forward to pay his respects.

"I entreat the senior to spare Wen'an."

Faced with their pleas, the Sword of Malice showed no reaction.

The atmosphere in the room was exceedingly oppressive.

For a long time—

Footsteps were heard from outside the door.

Everyone in the room looked back, seeing that Lu Zhiyuan and Uncle Ya had arrived at the doorway.

"Teacher."

Shen Wenyan stepped forward to cup his hands in salute.

Lu Zhiyuan smiled faintly, his gaze falling on Shen Wen'an, with a divine glint flashing in his eyes.

"Younger Brother Shen."

"Let me take a look?"

Without opening his mouth, his voice clearly reached everyone's ears.

Such an eerie scene caught the attention of Ji Yan, Li Heshan, and the others.

"Senior Brother, this person... is quite strange."

Pei Yuwan looked at Li Heshan, unable to help but speak in a low voice.

Li Heshan said nothing, a look of inquiry in his eyes as he glanced at Ji Yan.

He could sense no spiritual power fluctuations from Lu Zhiyuan, yet found him exceedingly peculiar.

An indescribable and inexplicable oddity.

Ji Yan scrutinized Lu Zhiyuan, his brow slightly furrowed as he muttered, "Such pure divine soul power, what kind of cultivation system is this?"

The doubts of the three people were not answered.

At this time, Lu Zhiyuan had already arrived at the bedside, looking at the long sword brimming with murderous intent in front of him, a vast righteous qi slowly emanated from his body, grand and sacred.

Under the influence of this vast righteous qi, Lu Zhiyuan's incomplete body suddenly seemed majestic and sacred, resembling an ancient sage.

Faced with this vast righteous qi so immense and hard, the killing intent on Shen Wen'an began to dissipate little by little.

After a moment, only the sword of malice remained suspended above his head.

Meanwhile, on Lu Zhiyuan's side, his originally calm face was now uncommonly serious, his body trembling constantly, seemingly on the brink of exhaustion.

"Master, Ah Nu will help you."

Seeing that the vast righteous qi was effective, Shen Wenyan stepped forward, and similar power overflowed from his body.

However, compared to Lu Zhiyuan, his vast righteous qi was noticeably weaker.

The vast righteous qi of the two continued to press against the sword of malice, with both sides caught in a fierce struggle.

In the room, everyone was holding their breath, staring intently at the scene in front of them.

Time passed unknowingly, and Shen Wenyan's face gradually showed signs of pain, while Lu Zhiyuan's face was also pale.

The two were on the verge of being unable to hold on.

"Alas!"

A sigh suddenly escaped from Shen Wen'an's mouth.

"You all should not waste your efforts."

The voice sounded, and Shen Wen'an slowly opened his eyes, sitting up and looking at Shen Yuan.

"I never intended to harm him."

"In fact, if I hadn't acted back then, this little guy would have died at birth."

Shen Yuan was startled, meeting that unfamiliar yet slightly oppressive gaze, he braced himself and cupped his fists: "May I ask who is senior...?"

"Shen Wen'an" wore a profound expression, as if reminiscing for a long time before slowly speaking: "My original name was Sword Holder..."

"But now I'm just a fragment of a sword spirit."

Sword Holder...

In the room, everyone looked at each other, evidently having never heard this name before.

Shen Yuan was equally filled with doubts, but out of concern for his son's safety, he still cupped his fists and asked: "What did senior mean by your previous words?"

"Shen Wen'an" spoke: "I was originally a fragment of an unconscious sword spirit, wandering between heaven and earth years ago, when I unexpectedly encountered this little guy's birth."

"His soul was about to dissipate at that time, but his bloodline attracted me, so I instinctively attached to him."

"With a fragment of sword spirit's power, I recomposed his soul."

"Of course, these memories only resurfaced a few days ago, when the little guy trained and produced a sword qi that awakened me."

At this moment, Shen Yuan couldn't help but recall the scene when his wife gave birth to a pair of twins.

Shen Wen'an and Shen Wenping were twins.

Shen Wenping was born first, and when it was Shen Wen'an's turn, his wife fainted from exhaustion, causing Shen Wen'an to be stuck inside for a long time without being born.

Later, after consuming the Centennial Blood Toad's exuvia, some strength was regained, and Shen Wen'an was finally born.

But at that time, Shen Wen'an was not breathing, and only after Midwife Sun's repeated efforts did he cry.

From this perspective, his son had already died at that time, and it was only because his soul hadn't completely dissipated that this existence, calling itself the sword spirit of the Sword Holder, intervened to forcibly recondense his son's soul.

This also explained why Shen Wen'an was unusually calm and resolute for someone of his age, never crying or fussing since he was little.

"Does senior have any plans now?"

Shen Yuan pondered for a moment before asking with some trepidation.

This Sword Holder was too terrifying, and even a mere fragment of the sword spirit was not something that Elder Ji, who was in the Late Stage of the Fetal Breathing Realm, could contend with.

He was afraid that the opponent might refuse to leave his son's body.

If that happened, it would be tantamount to his son being killed.

"Shen Wen'an" smiled: "Plans..."

"I was already someone who had died, and this fragment of a sword spirit shouldn't have gained consciousness. It was due to this little guy's coincidental refinement of my former sword into a sword embryo."

"And just by chance, he went to where I lived and obtained my other magic sword."

"Dragon Spirit and Dragon-Slaying Sword were with me all my life. The residual aura on them allowed my consciousness to temporarily recover."

"This consciousness won't last long."

"Coupled with being eroded by the great and hard vast righteous qi just now, I am about to dissipate as well."

"So you don't need to waste your efforts."

"Shen Wen'an" stepped down from the bed and slowly walked to the door, sighing as he gazed in the direction of the Dragon Tamer's Mansion on Hidden Dragon Mountain: "The Dragon Taming Clan should not have suffered such injustice..."

When everyone followed behind, Shen Wen'an's body suddenly softened and collapsed.

Shen Wenxing acted quickly, swiftly stepping forward to support him.

"Wen'an!?"

"Wen'an!?"

He called out anxiously, while Ji Yan hesitated momentarily before cautiously placing his palm on his forehead and releasing the power of divine sense.

After a moment——

"That power is gone!"

His face lit up as he spoke with joy.

Everyone, upon hearing this, all breathed a sigh of relief.

"Eldest, first put Wen'an back on the bed."

Shen Wenxing responded and picked up Shen Wen'an, placing him back on the bed. Ji Yan came forward, with a flash of light in his hand, taking out a small porcelain bottle, pouring out an elixir, and placing it into his mouth.

The elixir slowly dissolved, gradually flowing into Shen Wen'an's abdomen.

Ji Yan checked again, and after confirming that there was no further trouble, he got up and said.

"Wen'an should be fine, and once the power of the Spirit Storage Pill takes effect, he should wake up."

Relieved by his words, Shen Yuan finally relaxed.

"Thank you, Elder Ji!"

Ji Yan quickly waved his hand, looking towards Lu Zhiyuan.

"I only helped a little. It is this fellow Daoist that the Shen family should thank."

Although he didn't sense any spiritual power fluctuation on Lu Zhiyuan, the immensely hard and grand vast righteous qi he felt made him realize Lu Zhiyuan was also a cultivator.

"I am Ji Yan from Qiyun Valley. May I know how to address fellow Daoist?"

Ji Yan cupped his hands in greeting.

Lu Zhiyuan slightly nodded, smiling gently.

"Lu Zhiyuan greets Elder Ji."

Ji Yan cupped his hands again: "With many paths to the Dao, I dared to ask without understanding, curious about fellow Daoist Lu's path?"

Lu Zhiyuan smiled lightly: "I am just a scholar; no path to speak of."

As the two were conversing, Pei Yuwan, who had been watching Shen Wen'an, saw his hand move slightly and immediately exclaimed excitedly: "He's awake!"

"Junior Brother Shen is awake!"

Upon hearing this, everyone gathered around!

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