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"However, since the people have already been sent, we might as well stay!"

When Chu Ling heard this, he couldn't help but be shocked. He immediately turned around and was about to leave, but at that moment, a huge suction force came from the bottom of the cliff, causing him to directly fall down the cliff.

"Brat, you really are quite bold. Come, tell me, what benefits did Song Wu let those old bastards give you?"

Before Chu Ling could steady himself, he saw on the stone wall at the bottom of the cliff a haggard looking man, who looked like he would be dried up by the wind, constantly sneering at him.

The man had a dragon-shaped iron rod in his right hand, but his arms and legs, chest, abdomen, and shoulders were all pierced by a dragon-shaped iron rod. The withered man was nailed to the stone wall.

Aside from the two metal rods on his chest, the rest of his body was made up of one metal rod. Adding the iron rod in the skinny man's hand, there were a total of nine rods. Clearly, they had all been suppressed by someone here.

Chu Ling simply had no idea how profound this person was, but he knew that the person who could be imprisoned here was definitely not some mediocre person.

Therefore, Chu Ling wanted to crush the jade pendant that the silver haired old man at the entrance of the valley gave him, waiting for his rescue. However, he did not expect that before he could even use a bit of strength, he already felt a wave of energy firmly locking onto him.

As long as he made the slightest movement, perhaps the silver-haired old man would also rush over. However, most likely, he would be met with his own corpse.

That was why Chu Ling immediately took his hand and left the jade. Just as he was about to speak, he heard the skinny man muttering to himself.

"Originally, I wanted to let you live a bit longer, and after talking to this old man, I'll send you to your death. However, you seem to be too timid and want to ask for help the moment you see me.

"So, I'll send you on your way as soon as possible!"

After the skinny old man finished speaking, the dragon-shaped iron rod in his hand instantly smashed towards Chu Ling. Although it had not descended yet, Chu Ling could still feel the ground beneath his feet beginning to sink, even he himself felt as if he was carrying a huge mountain, as though he was not even able to straighten his back.

But for Chu Ling, even if he died, he would definitely not let others kill him so easily, even if he was not someone he could fight back against.

Thus, Chu Ling at that time let out a loud roar, and his body instantly swelled up as his right hand clenched into a fist and smashed towards the dragon-shaped iron rod that was falling down from the sky.

However, Chu Ling's fist directly smashed into the air, and in that instant, his body almost lost its balance and fell onto the ground.

And at that time, Chu Ling only felt that he had listened to Song Zhiming's instructions, and the Hundred Sect Order hanging from his waist actually directly flew towards the skinny man.

"Hundred Sect Order!" The skinny man held onto the Hundred Sect Order and the expression in his eyes softened a bit. He couldn't help but stroke it with his fingers.

"Who is Chu Han to you? "You'd better tell the truth. Otherwise, I want you to die without a burial ground."

When Chu Ling heard this, he could not help but frown. He had already confirmed that he was no match for the skinny man in front of him, so Chu Ling no longer hesitated and said: "I am Chu Han's son, Chu Ling."

"Chu Ling? Since you are the son of an old friend, then I will not kill you today, "The skinny man threw the Hundred Sect Order back towards Chu Ling and said in a low voice.

From the start, when he came to participate in the Hundred Sect Competition, he already had the thought of searching for the truth behind Chu Han's death. Now that he was able to meet an old friend of his father's from back then, how could he let him go just like that?

"Senior, do you know my father?" Chu Ling asked.

"Not only do we know each other, back then, both of us risked our lives to defend against each other's claws countless times. It's just a pity that as a big brother …" The skinny man said with a reminiscent look on his face before quickly closing his mouth and remaining silent.

Even though Chu Ling knew that what happened back then was most likely a type of scar for the skinny man who was currently present, he already didn't care that much now. He had already wanted to know the truth behind his father's death for ten years, and if he did not bring it up now, Chu Ling would not be willing to accept it.

After all, back then Chu Han had carried the title of the number one expert in the Hundred Sects Land, and it could even be said that he was at the height of the sun, so how could he just silently die like that?

"Since you are father's elder brother, I hope that you can tell me exactly what happened in the past and who killed father." Chu Ling said respectfully, his tone even carrying a bit of pleading.

However, the skinny old man shook his head, looked up at the sky, and sighed. He said, "What happened back then involved a lot of things, and it was not something a mere person of the Invigorated Meridian Realm could understand.

If you truly know about it too early, it would be easy for you to lose your life. When your strength is sufficient, I will naturally tell you.

When Chu Ling heard this, he still said somewhat unwillingly, "But …"

"There's no 'but'. If I don't say it, then I won't say it. Oh, right, who asked you to come here?"

Seeing that he could not get any answers from her today, Chu Ling could only give up. However, he had a faint feeling that perhaps the person who imprisoned this skinny man here was the person who killed Chu Han back then.

With this thought in mind, Chu Ling truthfully answered the skinny man's question, "It was my master who told me."

When the skinny man heard it, he immediately became spirited and quickly asked, "Your master? Who is your Master? "

"Pill Flame Sect, Song Zhiming!"

After Chu Ling finished speaking, the skinny man looked as if he had been struck by lightning. In an instant, he looked as if he had lost his soul, and continuously muttered: "Song Zhiming, Song Zhiming, Pill Flame Sect … In the end, you were still implicated by me, I'm the one who let you down! "

When Chu Ling saw this, his heart was even more doubtful. He originally thought that Song Zhiming was just a mere Pill Flame Sect Sect Master, but he didn't think that his background would be so extraordinary as well. At the very least, he could be sure that Song Zhiming was definitely acquainted with this skinny man in front of him.

No wonder after he became a person at the Xiang Huai City, it was as if he had become a completely different person. Could it be that he was also a cultivator that walked out of the Xiang Huai City all those years ago?

Chu Ling was extremely doubtful in his heart, but the skinny man had no intention of explaining at all. He was just staring at the sky in a daze, staring at nothing with a gaze filled with guilt and helplessness.

After a long while, the skinny man retracted his gaze and spoke to Chu Ling: "Since you're his disciple and you're here to condense the spirit sword, I'll give you a hand!"