After listening, Yang Che was filled with endless sighs.

He truly had not expected Wu Qingxuan to have such a great obsession with the path of Cultivation.

For the sake of the Immortal path, she could even abandon her life.

But she had no Immortal Root, and everything was like a flower in a mirror, a moon in the water; in the end, it was all just an empty dream.

Even more ironic was that Wu Qingxuan secretly took a ‘side path’ and, by chance, met an old woman from the Demonic Path, from whom she learned that she was actually a rare ‘Extreme Yin Body’.

An ‘Extreme Yin Body’ without an Immortal Root was more like a curse bestowed upon Wu Qingxuan by the heavens.

The strong unwillingness and her insane obsession with the Immortal path caused her to develop an extremely terrifying Heart Demon, allowing the old woman from the Demonic Path to seize the opportunity to possess her with Demonic Path secret techniques, thereby forcefully controlling her body.

“Is there truly no way to step onto the path of Cultivation without an Immortal Root?”

Wu Qingxuan stared blankly ahead, her face showing a numb expression bordering on despair.

Yang Che also didn't know how to comfort her, standing there shirtless and silent.

He couldn't help but think of his own ‘Mutated Dual Immortal Roots’.

All the information he had currently consulted clearly told him that in the current Cultivation World era, ‘Heavenly Grace’ had long since disappeared, and it was impossible for Mutated Dual Immortal Roots to Foundation Establishment.

Wu Qingxuan was distressed by her lack of an Immortal Root, while he was troubled by having an extra type of Immortal Root.

Was there anything more ironic in this world?

Yang Che even had a sudden thought: if he could give one of his Immortal Roots to Wu Qingxuan, making her someone with an Immortal Root, wouldn't that be killing two birds with one stone?

However, such an absurd thought was only fleeting.

From ancient times until now, since the beginning of Cultivation records, what exactly an Immortal Root is and how it is born within a person's body has remained a mystery.

The Immortal Root itself cannot be stripped away, much less transferred.

This has almost become an iron rule of Cultivation.

If not for this, both the mortal world and the Cultivation World would surely fall into ‘great chaos’.

Wu Qingxuan was obsessed with whether she could step onto the Immortal path, and deep down, wasn't he also obsessed with whether he could Foundation Establishment?

At this moment, Yang Che could most deeply empathize with Wu Qingxuan.

However, very quickly, a resolute light appeared in his eyes.

Then, Yang Che looked at the dazed Wu Qingxuan and suddenly asked, “You said that old woman from the Demonic Path was a Cultivator from another country who infiltrated our Jiang Country?”

Wu Qingxuan nodded and said, “That’s right. She is a Cultivator from the Heavenly Ghost Sect of Shura Country.”

“Heavenly Ghost Sect?”

Yang Che had not heard of this School, but he still couldn't help but recall the old woman's malicious oath and curse before her death.

In his opinion, it was merely the old woman's resentful outburst before dying.

He didn't believe for a moment that the curse would actually come true.

“Heavenly Ghost Sect, Heavenly Ghost Royal Family…”

Yang Che silently pondered in his heart whether to report this matter to the Sect.

Just then, his Divine Sense suddenly vaguely sensed that there seemed to be Cultivators outside Wu Gate.

“Someone’s here. Let’s go out and see.”

As Yang Che spoke, he pulled out a blue jade bottle and a green jade bottle and handed them to Wu Qingxuan, saying, “The blue jade bottle contains Nourishing Yuan Pill, which can heal internal and external injuries, and the green jade bottle contains Qingxin Pill, which can detoxify all poisons. You keep them.”

Wu Qingxuan took the jade bottles, and a warmth rose in her heart, but she knew that the regret deep down was ultimately irreparable.

The two of them exited Black Wu Pond. Wu Qingxuan returned to her room to bathe and change, while Yang Che went to the main gate of Wu Gate.

Outside the main gate, on the long bluestone steps, an old man and a young woman were slowly ascending.

The old man was bald, with white eyebrows and beard, draped in a blue monk's robe, his hands clasped together, and his eyes sharp yet serene.

The young woman was a young girl, but her expression was blank, appearing listless.

After the old monk finished climbing the steps, he saw Yang Che and spoke first, “Little friend, there was a presence of Yin and evil Qi here just now, but it has already disappeared. I presume it was little friend who took action. May I ask which Sect or School little friend hails from?”

Yang Che could not discern the old monk's cultivation; the Heavenly Eye technique was ineffective, indicating that the old man's cultivation was far above his own.

“I am a Disciple of Wulong Valley,” Yang Che replied truthfully, cupping his hands.

“So it is a little friend from Wulong Valley. I am Ming Pu of Taiyan Temple. During my current mission to spread Buddhist Dharma, I sensed the Yin and evil Qi of the Ghost Sect here, so I came to investigate. That Yin and evil Qi has now completely vanished. However, I observe a hidden dark pattern on little friend's glabella, and it is extraordinary. It seems little friend encountered no small trouble when taking action.”

Yang Che's heart sank upon hearing this.

Were the people of Taiyan Temple truly as capable as the scrolls described?

Thinking of this, Yang Che immediately sincerely sought guidance, “May I ask Great Master Ming Pu, how can I remove this dark pattern on my glabella?”

Unexpectedly, this old monk Ming Pu shook his head and said very directly:

“I can perceive it, but I have no method to resolve it. To remove this dark pattern on your glabella, little friend, you may go to my Taiyan Temple within one year. My temple has a Great Master who can help you remove it.”

Yang Che was somewhat skeptical, but after a moment of consideration, he still thanked him, “Thank you, Great Master. I will definitely visit Taiyan Temple within a year.”

The old monk nodded, said nothing more, waved to the woman beside him, and was about to turn and leave.

“Great Master, please wait.”

A clear and pleasant voice suddenly came.

Yang Che turned around and found that it was Wu Qingxuan, who had already changed her clothes, leading a group of Wu Gate's remaining people towards them.

“Great Master, are you from Taiyan Temple?” Wu Qingxuan immediately asked.

“Precisely,” the old monk Ming Pu clasped his hands together.

“Great Master, I wish to enter Buddhism. Can Great Master take me with you?”

As soon as Wu Qingxuan spoke, the Wu Gate people behind her immediately cried out anxiously in unison, “Sect Leader…”

The old monk Ming Pu's face showed no emotional fluctuations; he just stared at Wu Qingxuan for a moment, his expression quite solemn: “An Extreme Yin Body, yet without an Immortal Root, truly rare in the world. What is your name?”

“Wu Qingxuan.”

“Good. You may enter my Taiyan Temple.”

As Ming Pu spoke, he looked back at the woman beside him again and said, “Miaocui, you will not be alone on this journey.”

The young woman looked at Wu Qingxuan, and a hint of joy gradually appeared on her blank face, and she smiled at Wu Qingxuan.

However, this smile looked rather stiff.

Yang Che hadn't expected Wu Qingxuan to know about ‘Taiyan Temple’ and even want to enter this Buddhist School; it was quite unexpected.

At this moment, Wu Qingxuan turned to a handsome young man and solemnly said, “Gong Xiao, from now on, you are the Sect Leader of Wu Gate. I hope that under your leadership, Wu Gate can regain the prosperity and glory it had when my father was alive.”

After speaking, she walked to Yang Che and solemnly bowed to him, simply saying two words: “Thank you.”

Yang Che heard a very complex deep meaning in those two words, but he didn't know what else to say, only nodding slightly.

The old monk Ming Pu quickly left with Wu Qingxuan and Miaocui.

Wu Gate also began its reorganization and recall…

Having settled the matters of Wu Gate, Yang Che did not delay any further and returned directly to Wulong Valley, Sunset Gorge.

Wangxi Residence was visible in the distance.

Yang Che suddenly sensed a trace of an unfamiliar aura, which immediately made his heart sink.

He flew back to Wangxi Residence at almost maximum speed.

In mid-air, he saw a Qi Refining tenth-level Disciple dressed in a dark robe, stealthily searching back and forth in the backyard.

Yang Che's gaze was icy, and an extreme chill flashed in his eyes.