Qin Yuetian nodded his head, also curious about the sword's power. As a result, he asked, "Does the horse-masked messenger's words mean that the blade's power is too astonishing?"

The horse-masked messenger made an obeisance by cupping one hand in the other before his chest and said cautiously, "According to the ancient records, this blade is called Yinyang Qiankun Blade. If it falls into the hands of a powerful person, it can reverse Yin and Yang and devour everything. Its power is really great."

Qin Yuetian was furious.

How dare Qin Yiyuan lie to him for so many years!

Despite his overflowing anger, he maintained a calm expression and commanded, "Since this is the case, then please make a trip on my behalf. You must retrieve that unfilial daughter. If she insists on refusing to hand over this blade, then you can kill her!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and made a ruthless gesture. There was no trace of pity in his words.

Although the horse-masked messenger was a little worried, he didn't ask any more questions after hearing what he said. He just cupped his hands and took the order to leave.

When the sky was bright, the first ray of the sun crossed the wall and fell into the Xuanyin Pool of King Ling's Manor.

After resting for a night, Li Moxing got up from the pool. Because he had been soaked for a long time, his smooth skin looked sickly pale.

Zhu Lv immediately walked over to help him change his clothes. At the same time, a figure quickly approached from the path. It was Yuan Ying, who had spent the whole night investigating.

Seeing him coming over, Li Moxing immediately asked, "How is the investigation going?"

Yuan Ying held a drawing similar to that of Qin Yuetian in his hand and respectfully handed it to Li Moxing.

"This map was drawn by me according to the news from the Yinyang Sect. According to the ancient books, this knife should be the ancient artifact Yinyang Qiankun Blade, which will recognize its owner. Once the covenant is made, it will not easily change its owner, but it has not appeared in Jianghu for hundreds of years."

Zhu Lv who was obsessed with martial arts couldn't help but glance at the drawing when he heard this.

Although Li Moxing had expected something to be amiss, he didn't expect that Qin Yiyuan actually had a divine artifact.

Indeed, the saying "to possess a coveted treasure is a crime in itself" holds true. It is no wonder that the members of the Yinyang Sect are relentlessly hunting her down.

Yuan Ying knew the reason, but he didn't want the knife to fall into someone else's hands out of selfishness, so he said, "Your Excellency, this blade is extremely powerful. If it falls into the hands of the enemy, it will definitely cause us a lot of trouble in the future."

Li Moxing knew what she meant, and he was also very curious about how Qin Yiyuan got the blade.

After thinking for a while, he said, "We'll set off in an hour. Come with me. Zhu Lv and Cang Ling will be in charge of the affairs in the mansion."

Yuan Ying subconsciously wanted to stop him. "But Your Excellency, your health..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Li Moxing raised his hand to stop him.

"I have my own plan for this matter. You may go and make your preparations."

Seeing that he insisted, Yuan Ying couldn't persuade him anymore. He just silently calculated what kind of medicine she should bring.

An hour later, two fast horses galloped out of the city gate and disappeared on the distant official road with billowing dust.

At this moment, Qin Yiyuan, who had taken a nap in a random room and prepared her belongings, set off from the inn and continued on her way toward Xunzhou Island.

She had the same dream for several days in a row, which made her very troubled.

After much contemplation, she began to understand that this dream likely belonged to the original owner of this body.

For various reasons, the scene in her dream was sealed in her mind, waiting for a certain opportunity to be triggered, and then it would give her some kind of inspiration through the dream.

Unfortunately, the owner of this body was no longer around, so she had no choice but to inherit this dream.

But who was the woman in his dream? What did she want to tell her?

Qin Yiyuan felt that everything must be related to the original owner's background. If she could uncover the truth about her identity, all the mysteries should be able to be solved easily.

While she was thinking, Qin Yiyuan suddenly felt that something was wrong around her.

The fluctuating energy flux kept coming, and she could faintly discern that there were at least five people not far from her.

However, when she turned her head and looked around, she didn't see anyone.

Thinking about the events of last night, a cold smile formed on her lips. She tightened the reins with one hand and raised the horsewhip with the other.

"Come out. Stop hiding."

As soon as she finished speaking, a short figure came out of the grass nearby.

"I know it. How can someone capable of using that blade not possess cultivation?"

His voice was rough and a little proud. It was indeed the voice of an adult.

However, that figure, which was less than four feet tall, looked like a child no matter how you looked at it.

As his words fell, the surrounding air trembled, and four more men appeared in a line in front of her.

Two of them were slightly older, and the other two were younger. They were dressed very casually and sloppy. They should be a small group in the martial arts world.

As Qin Yiyuan was sizing them up, she heard one of them say, "Brother Wu, you know what to say, right?"

"I know, I know. Don't worry. After all, she is a girl. We can't be too reckless."

The dwarf approached Qin Yiyuan as he spoke, carrying the blade on his shoulder and casting a malicious gaze up and down at her. He asked with a lewd tone, "Miss, we heard that you have a blade. Can you bring it out for us to have a look?"

Qin Yiyuan was wondering why these people would come to her for no reason. When she heard this, she knew that it was the Yinyang Qiankun Blade that had caused the trouble.

She looked sideways at the dwarf and said in a cold tone, "Do you want to see my blade?"

Perhaps due to her arrogant attitude, the dwarf became somewhat irritated, and his expression grew impatient.

The tip of the blade pointed at her and said, "I told you to take it out, so take it out. If you continue to hesitate, don't blame me for being rude."

Qin Yiyuan sneered and folded the whip in her hand and patted it.

"I don't need that blade to deal with you guys. Why don't I show you my whip first."

"Bitch, you look down on me, don't you?"

The dwarf had a sense of self-awareness. After listening to Qin Yiyuan's words, he became angry and, like a grasshopper, leaped up from the ground, aiming straight for Qin Yiyuan's face.

Qin Yiyuan was not one to be taken lightly. With a swift motion of her hand, she flicked the horsewhip towards his face, forcing him to retreat abruptly.

The dwarf was furious. With a deep roar, he raised his blade again and slashed at her.

Qin Yiyuan was proficient in using the fighting skills she had learned in his previous life. In terms of martial arts, she was actually on par with him.

Seeing that neither side could gain the upper hand for the moment, the other four men who were waiting to see the blade grew impatient.

"Brother Wu, can you handle this or not? If not, let me do it!"

Being told that he couldn't handle the situation was a great humiliation for a man.

Although the dwarf was a dwarf, he couldn't stand it. He took out a talisman from his pocket and slapped it on the blade. As he made an incantation gesture, he slashed at Qin Yiyuan.

In the moment when the killing intent was surging towards her, Qin Yiyuan also felt a wave of heat. Then, she saw flames erupting from the dwarf's blade, soaring toward her in a straight spiral.

She turned pale with fright and couldn't think of a way to resist for a moment, so she hurriedly got off the horse.

"Hahaha, it seems that you're just so-so!"

Seeing her fall to the ground in a mess, the men watching the show from the side immediately burst into laughter.