Yan Ze was still clumsily trying to stop Xiao Ruo from spilling blood, but the more he panicked, the less effective he became. Though Yan Ze has lived countless years as an old monster, he was still rendered helpless in situations like this, completely at a loss. Moreover, Xiao Ruo's condition was disturbingly strange, and Yan Ze couldn't make heads or tails of it; all he knew was that Xiao Ruo's Inner Qi was in total chaos, with even his normally stable Energy becoming uncontrollable.

Watching Xiao Ruo's face transition from pale to flushed, Yan Ze's expression only darkened further. He knew that if this continued, Xiao Ruo would undoubtedly meet his demise, and he'd have to provide a reason for Xiao Ruo's death. After all, he was only sent to ensure that Xiao Ruo could properly receive the legacy; instead, this guy had conjured some strange trickery, leaving Xiao Ruo in this state. How could he possibly explain this when he returned?

While he was in the midst of his fluster, suddenly a ripple appeared in the air, and an ethereal figure materialized within the ripple. Before the figure fully emerged, it delivered a swift kick that sent Yan Ze flying and swiftly moved to Xiao Ruo's side to assess his situation. This figure carried another person, who was none other than Long Feiyun, who had been lost from Xiao Ruo earlier. At this moment, however, Long Feiyun had fallen into a coma and was unaware of the events happening outside.

The recently kicked Yan Ze was already agitated and didn't expect someone to seek his misfortune at this moment. In his fury, he forgot he was in the Virtual Realm, and that anyone who could tear through the Virtual Realm's barrier into his realm either had to be a master or close to him. After the unexpected attack, without killing him, it further proved the person's identity. But with Yan Ze distracted by the chaos, he couldn't discern right from wrong.

Just as he struggled to his feet, he roared and lunged at the ethereal figure. He charged without even getting a clear look at who it was. As he neared, he suddenly collided with an invisible wall, hitting it so hard he felt dizzy, momentarily losing his bearings.

"If you mess around again, I will kill you." A calm voice issued from the ethereal figure, devoid of threat, but it snapped the overwhelmed Yan Ze into clarity.

Falling to the ground, Yan Ze anxiously prostrated himself, not daring to lift his head, remaining utterly still, seemingly waiting for the ethereal figure to speak. However, he waited long and heard nothing. Just when he was puzzled, the figure spoke again.

"If this fails, you'll have to carry your own head to meet the master." The figure scolded Yan Ze unceremoniously, while continuously pressing on Xiao Ruo's body to calm his chaotic Qi and Energy. Had Yan Ze left Xiao Ruo unchecked as before, Xiao Ruo would have exploded and perished.

"If you can't handle something this trivial, what else can you do?" The figure ceased its actions, exhaling heavily, seeming somewhat relieved, though its expression remained unwell. Rescuing is different from killing; if it were to kill someone of Xiao Ruo's level, the figure wouldn't expend much Qi, but saving him required significant exertion.

Having finally stabilized Xiao Ruo's inner chaos, though unable to stop Xiao Ruo's convulsing body yet, he could only let Xiao Ruo continue to convulse since the most dangerous part was over, leaving little to be concerned.

"What in the world happened?" The figure, still unseen, looked indifferently at Yan Ze, who lay prostrate like a dog, a cold glint in his eyes. He needed an explanation, a reasonable one. Handing Xiao Ruo over to Yan Ze was to ensure he safely received the legacy, yet the outcome almost had Xiao Ruo losing his life. How could the figure show Yan Ze any goodwill?

"I don't know," Yan Ze replied softly, not daring to raise his eyes to the figure. Those eyes glinting coldly were too much for him to bear, fearing he'd collapse upon merely meeting that gaze.

"You truly don't know?" The figure pressed, emanating a chill of murderous intent.

"I really don't know," Yan Ze insisted, asserting ignorance. Yet being stared down by the figure made him feel as if pins pricked his back, one misstep away from mortal danger. He couldn't admit he'd thrashed Xiao Ruo, leading to this chaos. Saying such a thing would, without determination of fault, surely lead to his immediate death. Who was he compared to Xiao Ruo? He might put on airs as equal, but before the figure, he was nothing but a mere dog.

With a cold snort, the figure didn't bother questioning Yan Ze further. Insightful as he was, a glance at Xiao Ruo's condition revealed to him what transpired; his questioning was merely to evaluate Yan Ze's usefulness. By current estimation, Yan Ze was quite disappointing, yet the figure didn't show this nor intend to kill him. Though disappointed, and uncertain of Xiao Ruo's condition, it would be too wasteful to kill someone when they were in dire need of manpower.

Hearing the cold snort, Yan Ze's heart all but leaped into his throat, not easing until the figure took no further action. His strained nerves relaxed slightly, but without the figure's permission, he dared not rise, remaining prostrate, nearly pressing his head to the ground.

The figure sat cross-legged beside Xiao Ruo, silent, eyes resting on both Xiao Ruo and Long Feiyun. Now there was but one task: wait for Xiao Ruo's situation to stabilize, then invisibly whisk them back. He had no intentions of kidnapping the two, only to enable their reception of the legacy. Long Feiyun's situation was stable, acutely monitored by the figure, ensuring no issues could arise. Xiao Ruo on the other hand, unpredictably defied expectations.

In an uncontrollable spasm, Xiao Ruo slipped into unconsciousness. Initially, he felt his body fluctuate between hot and cold, eventually losing all sensation, save for a piercing headache while flashing scenes throbbed violently, stretching his nerves to the brink of collapse. However, as Xiao Ruo fell further into unconsciousness, these mental images gradually stabilized, no longer overwhelmingly aggressive, manifesting in a gentle and soft manner.

Ancient images unfolded, voices echoed with desolate sighs, and a voice continued to chant the words "Chi Long." Yet Xiao Ruo ignored the name completely, focusing solely on the unfolding images. He knew not what had occurred, but from the little he understood, it seemed some memories had been instilled within him. This sensation disgusted him, fueling his resistance whenever Yan Ze called him Chi Long.

It felt as though someone sneaked into his home and left a turd in the hallway, an unsightly mess no matter how you looked at it, and more repugnant still was his inability to dispose of it.

However, he didn't gain absolutely nothing, for those images provided insights into many matters, many unimaginable to him. While numerous accounts existed in legend, they differed entirely from reality. He pondered which version was true, though truth mattered little as it bore no impact on him. All he wondered was who stuffed these chaotic things into his mind.

It certainly wasn't Yan Ze; despite Yan Ze's usual air of profundity, he was a scarecrow. With the memories, Xiao Ruo could now assess Yan Ze's capabilities quite clearly. He knew that while he couldn't fully overpower Yan Ze as he was, he had a 30% chance. Though not a high probability, it sufficiently proved Yan Ze was unremarkable, especially for an old monster of many years.

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