I Have Countless Past-life Identities-Chapter 155 - 87: Xie Qiaoxuan’s Hands Tremble at the Familiar Handwriting on the Letter

"Could it be... that because of my matter, it led to my brother being involved?"

"Was he taken away by those people?"

It wasn't hard to discern that the two lying on the ground were both at the cultivation level of the 'Water and Fire Immortal Robe' in life.

For Jixia to risk everything and take down two, in Ji Han's understanding, was already an utterly unbelievable feat.

So, for a moment, thinking Jixia was in trouble, his initially rather joyous mood was instantly shattered.

"There is no need to panic."

"This place not long ago... just experienced a clash of 'energy'."

"And one party had extraordinarily high quality, even higher than mine."

Upon hearing Tantai Yao's words, Ji Han's already chaotic thoughts took a nosedive.

Such high 'energy'?

Then what chance of survival does his brother Jixia have?

However, at this time, Tantai Yao glanced at the grief-stricken young man, his eyes revealing something strange, then turned around and said:

"But you don't have to be so hopeless."

"Because..."

"That extremely high-quality energy is of the same origin as the energy that killed these two."

"If nothing unexpected happens..."

"It's your brother."

Upon hearing this, Ji Han went blank:

"Huh?"

"Wasn't my brother 'Mercury Blood Silver Marrow'?"

"How could he leap across two realms in a single night?"

Even if he left a Dragon Elephant Pill for Jixia, it doesn't conform to logic!

But Tantai Yao just gently closed his eyes, ignoring him.

The next moment, the Divine Soul and domain at the pinnacle of the third step unfolded together.

"Found it, come with me."

After standing quietly for a moment.

Tantai Yao opened his eyes.

He then looked in a specific direction and spoke.

...

Wutong Prefecture, Xie Clan.

Late at night, the moon and stars were sparse.

The rain from Black Mountain did not fall on this exceedingly prosperous Prefecture City.

And a horse-drawn carriage, which had traveled day and night, bearing the 'Xie' banner, proceeded unimpeded and arrived within the Xie Mansion.

Wutong Xie Clan.

Having endured more than a hundred years of trials and tribulations.

Now, there exist two beings at the 'third step.'

One is 'Old Clan Leader' Xie Qiaoxuan, who is nearing the end of his years, almost depleted of lifespan.

The other is his former elder son, the heir of the first house 'Xie An,' Xie Qiao's legitimate son.

He once apprenticed under a 'Military Expert,' but due to being embroiled in a grand turmoil decades ago, his official career was fraught with obstacles.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will succeed Xie Qiaoxuan, ascending to the role of Patriarch of the Xie Family after a hundred years.

And it was only after Xie Qiao reached the third step that he had a daughter.

Xie Wutong was named 'Wutong' and can be said to be the 'precious jade' of the entire Xie Family. Moreover, due to her father's long-term travels, she was raised by the old clan leader, Xie Qiaoxuan, himself.

Her letter, sent from a thousand miles away in Black Mountain.

Naturally, it was delivered to Elder Xie's quarters at the first opportunity, even if it was late at night.

In the deep of the night.

Xie Qiaoxuan, who was sketching a 'Divine Soul Map' bit by bit with his Divine Soul, by candlelight,

Heard there was a letter from 'Black Mountain,' raised his white brow:

"Bring it in."

Watching the young guard respectfully, Xie Qiaoxuan's murky eyes quietly watched him deliver the letter before closing the door and retreating, sighing:

"A generation of the new replacing the old..."

Long, long ago.

Beside him was a study boy who accompanied him for half his life, extremely handy.

Unfortunately, that old fellow eventually could not outlive the years, passing away during that turmoil.

Since then, he no longer had a peer to converse with.

"Alas..."

"Still, let's see what kind of caring words my Xie family's third-generation only hope, my precious granddaughter, sent to her granddad."

Xie Qiaoxuan, with a hint of sorrow in his brow, deliberately dismissed those past memories.

He then opened the envelope and began reading 'Xie Wutong's letter word by word.

Yet the more he read, the more deeply furrowed his eyebrows became, reading with extreme seriousness and heaviness, as if there was something within the letter he could not let go of.

After a long, long time.

Xie Qiaoxuan put down the letter and closed his eyes.

After a moment, he picked up the letter again, opening his eyes.

But what he saw before him were still familiar yet unfamiliar handwriting; it wasn't because he was old and had blurred vision, but truly...

It was precisely that appearance!

Unknowingly.

Xie Qiaoxuan's hands began to tremble slightly.

At this moment, he couldn't help but turn his head, looking at the faintly flickering candle by his side.

As if through this candle flame, he could traverse decades of time.

Vaguely seeing himself in those days, not yet decrepit, still capable of walking, bent over a desk, teaching a young man of innate coldness, reading and writing.

And now, looking again,

The characters on the letter paper,

With strokes like silver hooks and iron drawings, cleanly cut. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

It resembles his youthful writing by seven parts.

And with that young man...

A perfect match!

But how could there be identical handwriting in this world?

"Named 'Jixia,' in Tantai Yao's name, it says there are matters concerning Song Chai Xin, to be informed to this old man..."

"Heh..."

"Jixia..."

Xie Qiaoxuan gazed at the Divine Soul Map, originally detailed painstakingly for descendants, for the most part.

Then looked at the letter again.

After a moment of silence.

He gently spoke to the maid outside the door:

"Someone, prepare my attire."

"This old man..."

"At daybreak,"

"I will head to Black Mountain!"

(PS: I'm going out on a trip on May 20th, you all understand, hence writing this chapter in advance as today's update.)

(Also, I'm really not painting big promises here, been quite busy recently, can't promise much. You all will definitely scold me again, and you should, nothing much to say.)

(All I can say is, the baseline is a consistent daily update of five thousand; as for daily ten thousand, I'm not promising you anything anymore, I'll promise myself. After this busy period, I will, truly been too hectic lately...)