The cold wind swept through, like a fierce beast darting through the valleys, emitting waves of mournful wails.

The dark gray thick clouds partially obscured the full moon, making the night appear even more sinister and terrifying.

In the dim moonlight, you could vaguely see a serene and secluded mansion at the bottom of the valley, but there was no glimmer of light, giving it a lifeless and desolate appearance.

This place was originally a land of cultivation, a peaceful place called the Valley of Ten Thousand Spirits. But now, it is shrouded in an aura of death.

The night wind carried a strong smell of blood as it wafted outside the valley, blocking the way of several blue-clothed youth.

"Senior brother, this odor... it seems like we arrived late," Xuan Yin Sect disciple Yun Ting looked at his senior brother beside him.

Since you've come, let's go take a look." After saying that, the eldest senior brother performed a body movement technique and flew towards the dark mansion shrouded in gloom.

The head of Xuan Yin Sect has a close relationship with the Valley Master of Wan Ling Valley. Three days ago, the head of Xuan Yin Sect, Wan Chen, received a letter from the Valley Master of Wan Ling Valley. The demonic tribe, due to a grudge from ten years ago, has threatened to annihilate Wan Ling Valley in the near future. With limited strength, Wan Ling Valley can only seek help from Xuan Yin Sect.

As a result, Yun Lin, the top disciple of the Unfeathered Sect, led the disciples to come to the rescue. Despite wasting no time on the way, they still arrived a step too late.

When Yun Lin and his junior disciples pushed open the half-closed main gate of the house, what greeted their eyes was a scene of corpses littering the ground. Each one had a grim and contorted expression, suggesting they had suffered greatly before their deaths. The body of Qiu Ci, the Valley Master of Wanling Valley, was even impaled on a shadow wall in the courtyard by a long sword.

"Go and see if there are any survivors left." Yun Lin knew very well that with the cruel methods of the demonic race, there was no chance for anyone in Waning Spirit Valley to survive. However, they still held onto a last glimmer of hope.

Several senior brothers immediately joined forces to remove the corpse of the Valley Lord of the Ten Thousand Spirit Valley from the shadow screen.

As they carefully examined each corpse, a faint rustling sound came from the wall.

Yun Lin thought it was a demon clan member who stayed at the scene to watch the show. He leaped forward and pulled the person out from behind a row of bushes.

When I landed firmly on the ground and took a closer look, the person before me was not a demon, but a boy around seven or eight years old. He was wearing a dark purple robe that was extremely disproportionate to his small frame. The oversized clothes made him appear frail and weak. There were faint traces of blood on his fair little face, and his bright black eyes showed neither surprise nor fear as he stared intently at Yun Ling.

"Let go, let go of me."

After a long while, the child finally came to his senses and tried to break free from Yun Lin's grasp.

"Who are you?" Yun Lin looked at the child in front of him. Was he from the Valley of Wandering Spirits? And how did he manage to escape from the hands of the Demon Clan?"

The child, however, shook his head dumbly.

Yun Ting, who was inspecting the bodies nearby, rushed over upon hearing the commotion. He discovered that the eldest disciple was holding a child in his grasp. "Senior Brother, could this child possibly be the son of the Valley Master of the Wuling Valley? I heard that Senior Brother Qiu has a seven or eight-year-old child, but I didn't find them among these bodies."

"Are you Qiu Guzhu's son?" Yun Lin looked somewhat puzzled.

But the child in front of me had a bewildered look on his face, as if he didn't understand what Yun Lin was saying.

"Senior Brother, he seems to have been frightened. How about we take him back to Xuan Yin Sect and let our Master have a look?" Yun Ting glanced at the bodies strewn across the ground. Even as a cultivator, he felt fear upon seeing them, let alone a child of seven or eight years old who witnessed so many people being brutally killed with his own eyes.

Yun Lin nodded. Master and the Valley Lord of the Ten Thousand Spirits Valley have been good friends for many years. It should be easy for Master to recognize whether this child is Qiu Ci's son or not.

He removed his hand from the child's shoulder and wiped the bloodstains off the little face. "Are you willing to come back with us to Xuan Yin Gate?"

The child tightly grabbed onto his sleeve, "Wish...willing."