Chapter 832

Ouyang Mingri: "So simple?"

Su Xiao: "How could it be difficult? Don't forget who we are! I remember, that Huichun Elixir was even crafted by Taixuan Brother when he was in the Vast Sea realm—never thought it had been so long."

"Already so long."

Xiao Mai: "Long? It hasn't been long at all—it's just that we've cultivated too fast."

Ouyang Mingri: "Vast Sea realm? Could a Dao Lord at such a low realm really craft such an elixir?"

Lin Fengjiao: "Dao Lord? Anything is possible. You'll get used to it, young friend."

Yue Buqun: "Indeed. As one of the earliest members of this group, I've long grown numb—anything a Dao Lord does is no surprise."

Tong Bo: "I bought one Huichun Elixir. If Miss Yin Feng regains her memories, then my affairs will be complete—Yin Zhong will no longer be a threat, and from now on, the Tong Clan only needs to guide humanity."

"Guide humanity."

Sigong Huiye: "Why go through all that trouble? With your strength, Yin Zhong couldn't possibly defeat you. Besides, Yin Zhong has a grudge against the Long Clan too!"

Tong Bo: "When will the cycle of revenge end? Let the feud between the Long Clan and Yin Zhong end with my generation."

Sigong Huiye: "Kill Yin Zhong, and the grudge ends too!"

Hu Yifei: "It's different. Tong Bo is the reincarnation of Long Teng—he has a compassionate heart. If he can avoid killing, he will."

Zhang Sanfeng: "We already have two such people in this group. Later generations call such people 'Holy Mother,' right?"

Hu Yifei: "Exactly. I never imagined such people truly exist in this world—how strange. If it were me, I'd pay back tooth for tooth, blood for blood. To repay virtue for grievance? Impossible!"

"Impossible!"

Su Xiao: "+1"

Zhang Taixuan: "There are countless people in this world—can everyone be the same? As long as it doesn't affect interests, no need to meddle. After all, whatever Tong Bo does, he bears the consequences himself. Zhong Miss is the same—she acts, she bears the consequences, never asks others for help."

"Bears the consequences himself."

Su Xiao: "That's true."

Hu Yifei: "If you do something and make others bear the consequences, aren't you just a 'Holy Mother Pretender'? If such a person appeared in this group, it'd be a disaster."

Zhong Suqiu: "Make others bear your consequences? That's terrifying. No wonder no one likes them."

Tong Bo: "I don't like such people either. If you can't even take responsibility for your own actions, your character is terrible. I'm logging off now."

Hell Rock.

Tong Bo opened his eyes and looked at Yin Zhong, who wore an expectant expression.

"How is it?" Yin Zhong asked. "Did those Immortals plan to help?"

"No need for such trouble!" Tong Bo shook his head. "The Dao Lord who created the Dragon God Art crafted some elixirs before his ascension. Those Immortals have no use for them, but for us mortals, they're priceless divine medicines."

"Priceless divine medicines."

He extended his hand, and one Huichun Elixir appeared in his palm.

"Miss Yin Feng, swallow this elixir, and your memories will naturally return."

Just then, Tong Zhan arrived.

Yin Feng, uneasy around the unfamiliar Tong Bo, looked toward Tong Xuan.

"Grandpa Xuan, what should I do?"

Tong Xuan sighed deeply. "Yin Zhong is your real father. Swallow the elixir, then recover your memories."

"Alright." Yin Feng nodded, carefully took the elixir, and swallowed it in one gulp.

As Yin Feng swallowed the elixir, silence fell over the scene.

Yin Zhong had never felt so nervous—not even when he stole the Dragon God Art.

The elixir entered her belly, and a gentle, cool force surged through her body—something she had never felt since waking in Hell Rock. She felt utterly at ease.

"Utterly at ease."

The cool force flowed through her brain, flashing images across her mind.

Those images, once blurry, grew sharp and clear, gradually solidifying into memories—her own unforgettable, lived experiences.

Before the elixir had even fully dissolved, she opened her eyes and gazed at the middle-aged man far away, watching her with cautious care, afraid to disturb her.

"Father!"

Yin Zhong trembled violently, his eyes reddening. "Feng'er!"

"It's me!" Yin Feng rushed forward. "I remember! I remember everything!"

"It was my fault that you suffered! If I hadn't stolen the Dragon God Art back then, you wouldn't have been poisoned and died." Yin Zhong was filled with guilt.

Yin Feng gently shook her head. "I don't blame you, Father."

Hearing this, Yin Zhong felt even more remorseful.

Tong Zhan watched the reunited pair, puzzled, then stepped close to Tong Bo and quickly learned the full story.

"Big Brother is truly benevolent—he spent even more points to save someone again." Tong Zhan sighed.

He certainly couldn't have done it.

.............. Seeking flowers........

No matter how strict the Tong Clan's rules, they could only prevent people from doing evil—they couldn't force them to do good.

After a while, Yin Feng and Yin Zhong calmed down.

"Yin Zhong thanks Elder Xuan for your great kindness. Should you ever need anything, I will die ten thousand deaths to serve you!"

Tong Xuan waved his hand, smiling. "It's not that serious. I didn't save you because Yueyae is your daughter, nor will I ever ask you for favors because of this. I've lived long enough—worldly matters no longer concern me."

"Worldly matters no longer concern me."

"No!" Yin Feng's expression changed. "Grandpa Xuan, since Big Brother Tong has met Immortals, you must still have many years left to live—how can you speak of giving up life!"

"Giving up life?" Tong Xuan chuckled. "I'm already a hundred years old. To die naturally, in accordance with the Way of Heaven—how can that be called giving up life?"

"Elder Xuan, you probably don't yet understand the current state of the Tong Clan," Tong Bo interjected quickly, then explained the Tong Clan's recent situation. "Now, the Tong Clan is in dire need of people—"

At this moment, Elder Xuan, why not return to the clan, devote some effort, and ensure the Tong clan's emergence proceeds smoothly?

.. 8g.. gg.......

"You brat!" Tong Xuan knew full well what Tong Bo was up to. Seeing Yin Feng's expectant gaze, he sighed and nodded, "Fine, I'll go out one more time."

"Alas… aging, sickness, and death are natural laws—the Tong clan cannot truly defy them."

"Elder," Tong Bo smiled, "the Mandate of Heaven is no longer that. Now, the Mandate of Heaven is for our Tong clan to once again guide humanity. Even if you live forever, you won't be defying it."

"The Mandate of Heaven."

As they spoke, the group exited Hell Rock.

Leaving behind that hellish place and stepping into the outside world, everyone felt the air fresh and the sky bright.

Yin Zhong gazed at the sky, feeling his heart lighten, as if reborn.

Suddenly, his expression changed. He tore open his chest garment and looked down.

"Gone? All those wounds have healed completely!"

"Could the Spirit Mirror have sensed my inner change and withdrawn the curse?"

Tong Xuan beamed and said, "That must be it. The Spirit Mirror is the Tong clan's spiritual artifact—not only immensely powerful, but also able to peer into the heart. Now that your inner state has changed, He naturally perceives it."

"He naturally perceives it."

Yin Feng gasped, "Father, were you injured?"

Yin Zhong smiled, pulling his garment shut. "All past matters. Since the wounds are gone, no need to speak of them again. Tong Bo, you'll arrange our path forward from now on."

"Yes, Mr. Yin."

"No—Mr. Tong. From now on, I am Tong Yin Zhong!"

"No, it's Mr. Tong. I'll call him Tong Yin Zhong right now!"