At the foot of the mountain, the corpses of Blood Butterfly Pavilion disciples lay scattered across the ground.

Xiao Mo sat on a rock, head lowered, clutching a piece of fabric in his hand, lost in thought about something unknown.

After an unknown amount of time had passed, Xiao Mo slowly spoke, "Did you come here to see me make a fool of myself?"

Xia Chan walked toward Xiao Mo step by step, stopping three meters away from him and tilting her head, "Is it funny?"

Xiao Mo smiled and shook his head, "Indeed, it's not funny at all."

Xia Chan surveyed everything around them, her gaze returning to rest on Xiao Mo, "Was it worth it?"

"You were originally a sword cultivator with unlimited potential. You abandoned your own Great Dao just to help her cultivate, leaving yourself broken and battered. In the end, she still learned the truth and severed all ties with you."

"After she discovered you were the enemy's son, her mental state nearly shattered."

"Everything you've done these past ten years has all come to nothing."

"Was it worth it?"

Xiao Mo picked up the piece of dress fabric in his hand and couldn't help but smile, "Who knows?"

Xia Chan remained silent.

Xiao Mo raised his head, looking into Xia Chan's cold eyes, "Where did she go now?"

"She flew straight toward the direction of Liang Kingdom. Where do you think she would go?" Xia Chan looked at the young master she once served. "The shortcut Qingyi took to reach the Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom actually runs along the border of Liang Kingdom, and she is a Golden Core realm cultivator. If nothing unexpected happens, she will reach Prince Jing's mansion within a day."

"Cough, cough, cough." Xiao Mo coughed violently several times, wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, leaned on his long sword to stand up, and walked forward.

Xia Chan turned around, looking at Xiao Mo's retreating figure, "It's already a miracle that Young Master has lived this long. With Young Master's physical condition, even if you go to Prince Jing's mansion, what can you possibly do?"

Xiao Mo shook his head, his tone calm and steady, "Qingyi is merely at the Golden Core realm. Although Qingyi's realm quality is decent, Prince Jing's mansion has Nascent Soul realm cultivators, and even a Jade Simplicity realm patron. If she goes there, it's seeking death. I cannot let her die like this."

"Young Master still wants to interfere?" Xia Chan was puzzled. "It was the Prince who killed her entire family, not Young Master you. Even if Young Master feels responsible, you saved her, raised her, and taught her cultivation. Young Master and she are already even."

"Yes, we are even."

Xiao Mo walked forward step by step, his voice carrying on the wind.

"But Xia Chan, she is ultimately my disciple."

...

Prince Jing's Mansion.

Prince Xiao Jing was playing with birds in the courtyard.

"Father."

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old youth quickly walked into the courtyard. The youth's eyes had double pupils.

"Oh, it's Han'er. How did you return from the sect, Han'er?"

Xiao Jing looked at his son's homecoming with both surprise and joy in his heart.

"Recently Han'er has been training outside and happened to pass through Liang Kingdom's imperial capital, so I thought to visit Father. Father, look."

Xiao Han opened his mouth, and a brilliant golden core flew out from his throat.

After showing it to his father, Xiao Han swallowed the golden core back into his abdomen.

"Good son! Good son!" Prince Jing Xiao Jing was extremely delighted. "I never expected that at fourteen years of age, Han'er, you have already reached the Golden Core realm. In the future, Han'er, your prospects are limitless. When you reach the Immortal realm, or even the Ascension realm, everyone in the world who sees you will have to bow in submission!"

"Heh heh heh." Xiao Han rubbed his nose, "As long as Han'er hasn't disappointed Father."

"What do you mean disappointed? Han'er, you are the qilin child of our Xiao clan. I see that my son has the qualities of a great emperor!" Xiao Jing forcefully patted his son's back. "Come! Let's go find your mother. I'm sure your mother will be very happy to see you too. We'll have a proper meal together."

"Yes, Father." Xiao Han nodded but just as Xiao Jing was about to lead his son out of the courtyard, a servant came running over, tumbling and crawling. Unable to steady himself, he fell toward Xiao Jing.

Xiao Jing frowned and kicked the servant away.

The servant, ignoring the pain, quickly crawled forward and shouted in panic, "Master! Master! Something terrible has happened! Something terrible!"

Xiao Han stepped forward and said loudly, "Whatever it is, just say it directly! What's this about good or bad!"

"Yes, Master, yes, Young Master."

The servant hurriedly said.

"Just now a woman came to our Prince's mansion. When the gatekeeper Zhang Han went forward to ask what she wanted to do, she cut off Zhang Han's head with one sword.

That woman broke through the gates and entered, indiscriminately killing as she walked! She killed anyone she saw, and all the cultivators in our mansion died at her hands!"

"A woman?" Xiao Jing's brow furrowed.

"Outrageous! Does she think there's no one in my Xiao mansion?" Xiao Han bowed to his father, "Father, please wait. Your child will immediately go cut off her head and present it to Father."

"No matter, you and I, father and son, will go together." Xiao Jing smiled and patted his son's shoulder.

Actually, in Xiao Jing's heart, he had already vaguely guessed who the other party might be.

"Immortal, spare my life!"

"Immortal, you and I have no grievances, why kill me?"

"Immortal, please don't!"

"Ah!!!"

"Run quickly!"

"Madwoman! This person is a madwoman!!!"

The maids and servants in Prince Jing's mansion fled in all directions.

Within Prince Jing's mansion, every living person that came within the woman's sight could not escape with their lives.

Corpse after corpse lay in the courtyards, fresh blood continuously flowing between the pebbles on the cobblestone paths. The soil was stained red, and the pools in the mansion turned blood red.

Everything was just like that year when the woman was four years old.

"How dare you! Who are you? How dare you go on a killing spree in my Prince Jing's mansion!"

Just as the woman was walking forward step by step, Xiao Han followed his father to appear before the woman and angrily rebuked her.

"So it really is you."

The moment Xiao Jing saw this woman, he recognized her.

After all, Xiao Jing had seen her portrait and had personally handed her portrait over to the Blood Butterfly Pavilion.

Jiang Qingyi slowly raised her head. The moment she saw Xiao Jing, her fingers gripping the sword hilt made cracking sounds from her joints.

Found him, she had finally found him! She would never forget that year when she was four, in that courtyard, when her bones were being extracted, this man stood not far away, looking at her as if she were livestock!

"So Prince Xiao still remembers me!" Jiang Qingyi sneered coldly, her eyes bloodshot, like a demonic beast about to devour people.

"Of course I remember." Xiao Jing nodded. "Your parents and brother, along with everyone in your mansion from top to bottom, were all killed on my orders."

"Beast!"

Jiang Qingyi completely lost her reason, charged forward with her sword, icy cold sword qi merging with the Grass Character Sword Formula, striking down with one sword!

"I want you to pay with your life!"