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In the dark room, there was only a stick of incense floating in the air. The smoke was so cold that it made people's hair stand on end.

"Master." Under the glimmer of the moonlight, one could vaguely make out that the person who spoke was half-kneeling on the ground. However, his voice was as cold as ever, "Someone is killing the entire Azure Sun Village right in front of us."

"Oh? Is there anyone more impatient than us? " The voice that came from the darkness appeared to be somewhat surprised. However, it was soon followed by a cold snort. "That's fine. Quickly investigate this matter. I have my own arrangements after reporting it."

"This subordinate understands," the cold voice said respectfully, and as if it had never existed, it instantly blended together with the darkness.

"Let me begin your path of revenge." The room returned to a dead silence after he finished his sentence …

After bringing Yanran to the familiar but desolate thatched cottage, Qingyang softly said, "We will rest here tonight. Tomorrow, we will return to Dongan. I think Uncle Dongfang might be able to find something for me."

"En." Yanran also felt that this period of time had indeed been exhausting. She didn't even say anything before Qingyang carried her to her bed and she fell into a deep sleep.

After placing the mattress on Yanran's body, Qingyang lightly stroked the hair on her forehead and sighed.

Indeed, it had been tough on Yanran recently. With her abnormal body, she would be fine even if she did not eat or drink for a month. After all, stepping into the Nascent Realm was different from normal people.

However, Yanran was just an ordinary mortal. Not to mention that she had not cultivated any immortal arts or techniques, her body was already weak. She had accompanied Qingyang to guard the spirit for a few days and was completely filial.

Besides his parents, there was only Yanran left for him to take revenge against. Even his mother, Chen Lian, wouldn't have more than a few months to live, according to Qingyang's deduction.

Thinking that his family would leave him within a few months, the feelings he had in his heart could not be described as "sorrow" at all.

He lightly walked out of the room, took a deep breath of the cool night air, and immediately felt a bit more clear-headed.

Turning his head to look at the eye-catching wooden signboard, Qingyang felt a surge of grief and was immediately suppressed. He knew that he shouldn't be immersed in such emotions right now. Instead, he should be searching for clues left behind by the criminal.

"Since people do things, how can they be so watertight? Apart from the strange cross that Mother left behind, there should be traces of criminals. " After giving it some thought, Qingyang decided to immediately release his spiritual will. With his tyrannical spiritual will of the Spirit Refinement realm, he could cover the entire Qingyang Village. He might even discover some clues.

Qingyang walked to the center of the courtyard in front of his house and closed his eyes. His tyrannical spiritual will instantly covered Qingyang Village like a huge net, even extending to the dense forest and the cliffs.

Threads of telepathic thoughts were like invisible golden lines that transmitted everything they sensed to Qingyang. Qingyang could naturally observe everything around him, even the areas that his eyes couldn't see.

Every inch of land, every grain of dust, every part of the grass hut's arrangement, and even the veins and veins of every blade of grass, were reflected into Qingyang's mind.

"Why didn't you find anything?" "Could it be that those criminals really do things in a perfect way?" Qingyang carefully probed for half an incense stick's worth of time, but he couldn't find any abnormal places.

"No, there's something strange about a tree in the forest." Suddenly, Qingyang felt a strange wave coming from a normal looking green tree far away from the village. It seemed to be able to affect his spiritual will.

What was Qingyang's level? A powerhouse of the Spirit Refinement realm! Although he was not at the peak of the Nine Prefectures, he could still be considered an expert.

Not to mention that Qingyang, who possessed both the soul and soul of the Golden Crow, had a much stronger spiritual will than people of the same level. There was definitely something strange about the normal trees in the forest that could affect Qingyang's spiritual will.

If he left Yanran alone, Qingyang wouldn't be able to rest at ease. After all, the strange tree was still quite a distance away from his thatched cottage. If he waited until Yanran left, he might not be able to get back in time.

Leaving a trace of his divine sense on Yanran's body, Qingyang quickly dashed toward the strange green tree.

Following his Divine Sense for a moment, he arrived beside a strange green tree in the dense forest. He secretly calculated that this tree was about a few hundred meters away from the Azure Sun Village and was surrounded by cliff walls. He had never been there before and the curved area formed by this cliff was like the garden at the back of the village.

However, Qingyang still didn't rush forward to investigate. Instead, he stopped and carefully sized up this seemingly ordinary Verdant Wood Tree with narrowed eyes.

Just like the other green trees in the forest, the trunk of a person's embrace could not be considered naked. The branches were densely packed as they extended outwards, even peeling off some of the thick bark.

"Strange, I have come here a few times when I was a child. I did not discover anything special about this place." After pondering for a moment, Qingyang doubtfully thought to himself, "There are many people in the Nine Prefectures and there isn't much difference between the one in front and the one in front."

After releasing his spiritual will, Qingyang was immediately astonished. It was only now that he realized that this green tree was truly strange!

It was already the beginning of winter, and with the green tree as the center, it spread out in all directions. Although there weren't many leaves, they were actually not withered and were instead all emerald green.

On the other hand, the Greenwood Tree in the distance was almost completely dried up. Occasionally, one could only see a yellow leaf or two hanging on the bare branches.

What was even more peculiar was that perhaps he had been too far away just now, the divine will that he released from the side of the green tree instantly rushed into it. It was as if that green tree contained an endless gravitational force.

After carefully sensing the message sent by his telepathic thoughts, Qingyang was even more shocked to find that the telepathic thoughts contained a hint of happiness and joy. It was obvious that this strange tree had no hostility or harm towards him.

"Why is it like this?" After pondering for a while, Qingyang couldn't find an answer. He simply withdrew his spiritual will and walked over to the strange tree, gently placing his hand on the rough bark to feel it.

"Lucky child, even though you don't have the blood of the Qing, I can feel the aura and soul of your clan members from your body." An elderly voice suddenly rang out in Qingyang's mind, causing him to take two steps back in shock. He then stretched out his hand and pulled it back.

However, this voice didn't disappear. Instead, it continued to speak in Qingyang's mind.

"I am only a fragment of the soul. Child, you don't have to be afraid. I mean you no harm." A buzzing sound resounded in his mind, like the casual conversation of a dying old man.

Perhaps he truly felt that this remnant soul had no ill intentions towards him, Qingyang's originally somewhat shocked expression quickly returned to normal. However, he was still somewhat puzzled. What was this QIng tribe?

"I feel that your soul is a bit special. It's as hot as fire. Hur Hur." He laughed softly as if he could see the sun. Then, he said: "Don't look surprised. It's nothing to be surprised about."

Qingyang was relieved. He was just like his uncle-in-law. To be able to leave behind a remnant of his soul in this world meant that he was likely a pinnacle character that could destroy the heavens and the earth.

With two light coughs, Qingyang organized his thoughts and asked with a deep voice, "I wonder who you are, senior?"

He let out a long sigh, which was mixed with some sadness and desolation. "Qing Clan, Qing Ji."