Wei WuXian could finally be sure of which scene he was looking it.

Back then, when Nie MingJue received the information, he began a surprise attack at Yangquan.

Nie MingJue’s attacks had almost always been successful. Yet, whether because of a mistake in the information or just pure luck, nobody had expected that the attack led them straight to the sect leader of the QishanWen Sect, Wen RuoHan.

"I should've given you a nice welcome on my beautiful place." said Wen Rouhan with a smile.

"Rouhan, it is not something to be happy about." said Qingheng-jun

"I'm just saying." said Wen Rouhan.

Nie Mingjue only gave him a glare.

Due to the miscalculation in their forces, the QishanWen Sect relinquished their passivity. It captured all of the cultivators who came and took them to the Nightless City.

Meng Yao half-kneeled to the side of Nie MingJue, “I never would’ve expected you to be in such a terrible situation.”

Nie MingJue only spoke two words, “Get lost.”

"I didn't expect him to say something like that?" said Nie Huaisang.

"My brother didn't even harmed him physically even once." he addes.

Meng Yao’s laugh held a sense of pity, “Do you still think you’re the king of Hejian? Look carefully—this is Sun Palace.”

One of the cultivators on the side spat out, “Sun Palace? It’s only the den of the Wen-dogs!”

Meng Yao’s expression changed and he unsheathed his sword.

"Oh My God!" screamed MianMian.

"He's going to harm them." said Jiang Yanli.

A line of blood instantly flew from the cultivator’s neck. He died without a sound. Those from his sect wailed, screaming as they threw themselves over. Nie MingJue was enraged, “You!”

Another cultivator roared, “You Wen-dog! If you’re so confident, why don’t you kill me as well?”

Meng Yao didn’t even move his brows. With another backhanded swing, blood bloomed from the cultivator’s throat. Meng Yao smiled, “Sure.”

"The f*ck!" cursed Jiang Cheng.

"You!" Nie Mingjue shouted in rage.

"They asked for it." said Meng Yao.

"I'm just giving it to them." he added with a smile.

"Damn, he's way more crueler." muttered Wei Wuxian.

Sword in his hand, he stood amid a pool of blood, the corpses of two white-robed cultivators at his feet. He asked, still smiling, “Does anyone else want to say the word?”

Nie MingJue replied coldly, “Wen-dog.”

"Wait! White robe? Is that from a Lan Sect?" asked Jiang Cheng.

"I don't think so. I don't know his face." answered Lan Xichen.

"Well." Jiang Cheng said with a shrug.

He knew that only death awaited him now that he was in Wen RuoHan’s hands, which was why he didn’t fear anything. If Wei WuXian were the one in such a situation, he would’ve also cursed as awfully as he wanted to before doing anything else—he’d die no matter what. Despite this, Meng Yao only smiled, not at all angered. With a snap of his fingers, one of the Wen Sect’s cultivators came over on his knees. Both hands above his head, he positioned a long box before Meng Yao’s hands.

Meng Yao opened the box and took out a certain object, “Sect Leader Nie, why don’t you take a look at what this is?”

It was Nie MingJue’s saber, Baxia!

"What are you planning to do with it?" asked Nie Mingjue in anger.

"Why don't you take a guess?" asked Meng Yao.

"I'm going to kill you." Nie Mingjue muttered as he stood up.

"Mingjue-xiong, please calm down. We don't know the full story yet." said Lan Xichen as he stopped him.

"Are you trying to defend him?" asked Nie Mingjue.

"Lan Xichen, sit down." Jiang Cheng said with a cold voice.

"Don't do anything that might ruined your reputation." he added while Jingyi pulled his father back to his seat.

Nie MingJue was infuriated, “Get lost, now!”

However, Meng Yao had already taken Baxia out and was holding it in his hand, “Sect Leader Nie, Baxia had been in my hands quite a few times in the past. Don’t you think it’s already too late for you to be angry now?”

Nie MingJue spoke one word at a time, “Take your hand off it!”

"How dare you lay your filthy hand on my saber?" asked Nie Mingjue in rage.

"Calm down." said Qingheng-jun.

"Calm down? How can I calm down? That man is holding my saber without my f*cking permission." said Nue Mingjue in visible anger.

As though purposely trying to enrage him, Meng Yao weighed the saber in his hand and commented, “Sect Leader Nie, your saber, I’d say, can pass as a top-tier spiritual weapon. With that said, compared to the saber of your father, the previous Sect Leader Nie, it’s still somewhat inferior. Why don’t you take a guess at how many times Sect Leader Wen has to slap it for it to break this time?”

"Do it and I will not have a second thought to slash you with it." said Nie Mingjue.

"Da-ge, calm down. It's not good for you." said Nie Huaisang.

Within a split second, all of the blood in Nie MingJue’s body rushed to his head. Wei WuXian’s scalp was also numb by the sudden anger. He commented in silence, Just brutal.

The thing in Nie MingJue’s life that he loathed and regretted the most was the death of his father.

Nie Mingjue turned to glare at Wen Rouhan who is just smiling at the scene.

"Why? What happened?" asked the juniors.

"Better not to ask about it." said Nue Huaisang.

Back then, when Nie MingJue was only a teenager and the leader of the QingheNie Sect was his father, someone gifted Wen RuoHan a rare saber. Wen RuoHan was pleased for quite a couple of days. He had asked the guest cultivators—what do you think of this saber of mine?

He had always been unpredictable, laughing one second and then hostile the next. Of course, everyone flattered him as he liked, praising how no saber in all of history could compare to this one. Unfortunately, though, one of the guests either held bitterness to the previous Sect Leader Nie or wanted to reply with a unique answer and gain attention. He had said—of course your saber is unparalleled, but, you see, I’m afraid that a certain person won’t agree.

The Nies are all glaring at the scene.

"You should blame that person who said that." said Wen Rouhan.

"You shut up, damn f*cker!" cursed Nie Mingjue.

"Are you not afraid that I can kill you?" asked Wen Rouhan.

"Rouhan." Qingheng-jun said with a warning.

"I won't do anything." said Wen Rouhan with a smile.

And, thus, Wen RuoHan wasn’t pleased anymore. He asked who the person was. The guest replied—it’s naturally the leader of the QingheNie Sect, a sect known for its saber cultivation; he’s awfully arrogant, always boasting about how his prized saber is absolutely unrivaled, and how even in a hundred years no sword has been able compare to his. No matter how good one’s saber was, he definitely won’t admit it, and even if he did admit it out loud, he won’t admit it in his heart.

"It's only natural that the Sect Leader of Nie Sect's saber is much more better because they're the only one who cultivate using such weapon." said Wei Wuxian.

"But of course, he won't agree." said Nie Huaisang with glare.

Wen RuoHan laughed after he heard—are you sure about that? Well, I want to see.

And so, he immediately called over the previous Sect Leader Nie of Qinghe. Holding the saber, Wen RuoHan looked at it for a while, then replied with only one sentence—yes, it really is a good saber.

He slapped the saber a few times, and told Sect Leader Nie to take it back.

"Why did you slapped it?" asked Qingheng-jun.

"Maybe for fun?" asked Wen Rouhan.

"You're the one who ruined the relationship we once build up during our classes in Cloud Recesses." said Qingheng-jun.

"You left one by one." said Wen Rouhan.

"What's the purpose of being there together when you, all of you decided to took me as an enemy? A threath to all of you?" he asked with clear anger.

"It maked me curious on how they build a relationship." Wei Wuxian said with a whisper.

Back then, nothing seemed out of place. The previous Sect Leader Nie was also confused. He was only annoyed by the commanding attitude. However, during a night-hunt a few days after he returned, when battling a beast, his saber suddenly broke into pieces. Then he was severely injured by the horn of the beast.

Nie MingJue, who was night-hunting along with his father, saw the scene with his own eyes.

"That, I regretted that." said Nie Mingjue as Nie Huaisang hugged him.

"I am not able to help and protect him." he added.

After Sect Leader Nie was brought back, he couldn’t make peace with such an event no matter what, and his injuries didn’t heal either. Having fallen ill for half a year, he finally left the world, from either the anger or the illness. The reason why Nie MingJue, along with the entire QingheNie Sect, detested the QishanWen Sect with such intensity was due to this.

"A-die." Nie Huaisang whispered.

"No one was there with me in the future anymore." he added.

"You have us, I know that we will never abandone you." said Wei Wuxian.

"Mn. You three became sworn brothers after all of it." said Sizhui.

"It should be four. If not for Jin-xiong leaving the world in such an early age." said Nie Huaisang.

"We can have it here." said Jin Zixuan with a smile.

"Thank you." said Nie Huaisang with a smile.

Now, right before Wen RuoHan, Meng Yao held his saber and mentioned once again how both his father and his father’s saber had been destroyed. It was as cruel as one could get!

With a smack of Nie MingJue’s hand, Meng Yao staggered backward and coughed up a mouthful of blood. Seeing this, the figure on the jade seat shifted forward, as though wanting to move. Meng Yao immediately got up and kicked toward Nie MingJue’s chest. Nie MingJue’s previous attack was already beyond what he could manage. He fell heavily onto the ground. Finally, he couldn’t hold back the boiling blood circulating within his chest any longer.

"You!" shouted Nie Mingjue.

"Me? What? What can you do? Besides, that's not me." said Meng Yao.

"It's still you, future or not." said Nie Huaisang.

"Whatever." said Meng Yao with an eye roll.

Wei WuXian, on the other hand, was shocked speechless.

There were so many versions to the rumors, but he had never thought that there was the marvelous detail of LianFang-Zun kicking ChiFeng-Zun!

With great force, Meng Yao stamped on Nie MingJue’s chest, “How dare you act in such a way before Sect Leader Wen’s eyes!”

"And what did you expect me to act in from of him? Kneel? Ask for mercy? That's impossible." said Nie Mingjue.

"I will do that to the person I hated the most with my whole life." he added.

As he spoke, he stabbed downward with his sword. Nie MingJue slapped Meng Yao’s sword with his palm, causing it to shatter into pieces. Meng Yao had also fallen from the attack. Just as Nie MingJue prepared to strike the crown of Meng Yao’s head, he felt his body get dragged toward another direction by an unusual force.

This direction was that of Wen RuoHan’s seat. With great speed, Nie MingJue’s body dragged a thirty-feet streak of blood along the jet stone tiles. The streak was still growing in length.

"Da-ge!" shouted Nie Huaisang while clinging tightly on his brother's arm.

"Such power. It's so strong." said Wei Wuxian.

"Of course it is." said Wen Rouhan with a proud face.

"Please don't killmy da-ge." said Nie Huaisang.

"Even if he surviced that time, he still died under the hands of the midget of man." said Jiang Cheng.

"Who are you calling midget?" asked Meng Yao with a glare.

"Who do you think?" Jiang Cheng asked back.

Nie MingJue reached for one of the kneeling Wen Sect disciples and threw him toward the jade seat. With a burst, crimson blood exploded in the air as if a watermelon had flown into pieces and the pulp had splattered all over the ground. Wen RuoHan had cracked the disciple’s head with an airborne strike. However, this had still saved time for Nie MingJue. Anger had allowed a sudden surge in his strength. With a leap, he formed a hand seal, and Baxia flew to him at once.

"Go, da-ge!" cheered Nie Huaisang.

"Why don't you kill that Meng Yao first." he added.

Meng Yao shouted, “Sect Leader, watch out!”

A voice laughed madly, “Let it be!”

It was a youthful voice. Wei WuXian wasn’t the least surprised. Wen RuoHan’s level of cultivation was extremely high, so of course his corporal body was also perfectly maintained in its prime. As soon as Nie MingJue’s hand gripped Baxia’s hilt, he slashed it forward. The dozens of Wen Sect’s cultivators who came to encircle him were cut in half!

"Damn, I don't want to angered your brother, Nie-xiong." said Wei Wuxian.

"That's so brutal." said Jiang Cheng.

"But could he really defeat the most strongest cultivator?" asked Wen Xu.

"Don't forget, he still died." said Nie Huaisang.

Countless deformed corpses lay in disorder on the coal-colored tiles. Suddenly, Wei WuXian felt his a shiver down his spine.

Within the blink of an eye, a figure had appeared behind him. Nie MingJue slashed across fiercely, his spiritual power smashing some of the ground into fragments, yet he hit nothing. His chest, however, felt as though it had received a strong blow. He crashed into one of the golden pillars in the palace, coughing up warm blood. Blood had also trickled down his forehead, continuing to blur his sight. Sensing that someone was approaching, he waved his arm for another attack. This time, a fist had slammed into the center of his chest. His entire body sunk a few degrees into the tiled ground!

"Stop it." said Nie Huaisang as if praying for someone to come to his brother's rescue.

"Take that, my murderer." laughed Wen Xu.

"You better shut up before I slash your throat." said Nie Mingjue.

Wei WuXian’s senses were connected with Nie MingJue’s. As he was beaten up, he was secretly shocked.

Wen RuoHan’s abilities really were overwhelmingly formidable!

Wei WuXian had never dueled Nie MingJue directly, so he didn’t know who’d win or lose. However, from his observations, Nie MingJue’s level of cultivation could be ranked top three out of all the people whom he had seen. Yet, in spite of this, he was still absolutely defenseless in front of Wen RuoHan! And, even if he himself were here, he wouldn’t dare say that the injuries he received would be any less than Nie MingJue’s…

"Damn, I don't want to face them in a battle." said Wei Wuxian.

"Maybe Wen Rouhan is ranked one, then Qingheng-jun, and then Nie mingjue." said Jiang Cheng.

"Lets just don't ever think of sparring with them." he added.

"Well, that's wrong." said Wen Rouhan.

"Qingheng-jun here is ranked first before me." he added.

"While this Nie took his father's rank." he said.

Wen RuoHan stepped onto Nie MingJue’s chest. Wei WuXian’s sight was beginning to darken. The taste of blood kept on travelling up his throat.

Meng Yao’s voice was approaching, “Your subordinate is useless to have needed your presence, Sect Leader.”

"You're useless too. Saying that when you didn't do anything to stop my brother especially when you're in the enemy side." said Nie Huaisang while glaring at the scene.

Meng Yao just send him a glare and creepy smile.

Wen RuoHan laughed, “You good-for-nothing.”

Meng Yao laughed as well. Wen RuoHan asked, “He’s the one who killed Wen Xu?”

Meng Yao, “That’s right. It was him. Sect Leader, are you going to kill your foe right now, or drag him to the Fire Palace? My personal suggestion is to take him to the Fire Palace.”

"Glad, I still get to kill your precious son." said Nie Mingjue.

Wen Rouhan just smiled at him in amusement.

"These two, they look like a devil." said MianMian.

"They're not that scary at all." said Wei Wuxian.

The “Fire Palace” was Wen RuoHan’s playground. It was where he collected thousands of torture devices for tormenting people. This meant that Meng Yao was unwilling to give Nie Mingjue a straightforward death. Meng Yao wanted to take him to Wen RuoHan’s torturing grounds and forge him through the devices that he himself had made until he finally died.

Hearing the two of them joke around, talking about how to deal with him, Nie MingJue felt raging flames heat the seething blood in his chest. Wen RuoHan replied, “Why mop around with someone who’s already halfdead?”

"You better not do anything." said Qingheng-jun.

"We can't be sure. The actions of my future self is not my control." said Wen Rouhan.

Meng Yao, “Now, that’s not the way to go about this. With Sect Leader Nie’s sturdy body, he might become all great and mighty again after just a few days of rest.”

Wen RuoHan, “Do as you please.”

Meng Yao, “Yes.”

Yet, as he responded, a cold light, thinner than thin, slashed out and across.

Wen RuoHan suddenly turned quiet.

"What happened?" asked Wen Xu.

"We don't know either." said Wei Wuxian.

"Is this my death? That's was just so easy." said Wen Rouhan with a laugh.

"You died?" asked Wen Xu.

"You should've expected that already." said Wen Rouhan.

Warm droplets of blood splashed onto Nie MingJue’s face. He seemed as though he sensed something, trying to look up and see what was going on. Still, with his heavy injuries, his head sunk to the ground. He finally closed his eyes.

Wei WuXian didn’t know how long had passed before he finally felt a streak of light in his sight. Nie MingJue slowly opened his eyes.

As soon as he awakened, he found that one of his arms was carried over Meng Yao’s shoulder. Meng Yao managed forward, half-carrying, half-dragging him.

Meng Yao, “Sect Leader Nie?”

Nie MingJue, “Wen RuoHan has died?”

"So my father really died." said Wen Xu.

"That's good, at least my brother is finally safe." said Nue Huaisang with a smile.

"And also, please punish that man." he added.

Meng Yao seemed as if his footing had slipped. He responded with a trembling voice, “He has probably…died.”

He was also carrying something in his hand.

Nie MingJue spoke in a low tone, “Hand me the saber.”

"Are you going to kill me now?" asked Meng Yao.

"What do you think?" asked Nie Mingjue.

"Don't give him an easy death, da-ge." said Nie Huaisang.

Wei WuXian couldn’t see Meng Yao’s expression. He could only hear the saddened smile from his voice, “Sect Leader Nie, at such a point in time, just please don’t keep on thinking about cutting me up with your saber…”

"And what else should I be thinking about?" asked Nie Mingjue.

"But, I'm sure that Nie Mingjue didn't get to kill him that time." said Jiang Cheng.

Nie MingJue was silent for a moment. Having refocused his strength, he snatched the saber. Even though