Amidst all the uproar and turmoil, the task ultimately assigned to Xue Ying was simply to return to the Tai Xuan Sect to retrieve a new sword and then head to the demon realm to find Xiao Fang. As for the Dragon and Phoenix Clans, Cang Wu assured her that he would handle the matter himself, and if necessary, he would seek the demon realm’s mediation. As for Qiu Qiu, who had provoked the two clans into taking serious action, she still hadn’t woken up by this point.
Cang Wu explained that she was cocooning herself, much like a caterpillar preparing to transform into a butterfly. The next time she awoke, she would likely emerge as a fully-fledged Golden Crow, ready to serve as a power source for the demon realm.
Thus, Cang Wu urged Xue Ying to leave as soon as possible, fearing they might miss the timing. Along with her, the Female Marquis was also sent away—Cang Wu instructed her to return to the Tai Xuan Sect with Xue Ying to switch Shen Jin and Cen Wuwang’s bodies back.
On the day of their departure, Su Yu and a few others came to see them off. Likely having been warned by Cang Wu, Su Yu didn’t make much of a fuss. He still remembered Xue Ying’s earlier words and asked with reddened rabbit eyes, “If I become stronger, will you be my Dao companion?”
Xue Ying had been in a foul mood these past few days and didn’t hold back with Su Yu. She retorted bluntly, “When you say ‘stronger,’ do you mean a little bit or a whole lot?”
Wen An stepped in to smooth things over and avoid further awkwardness. “Brother Su, you’re welcome to visit our Tai Xuan Sect sometime to discuss sword techniques.”
Su Yu’s previously drooping rabbit ears immediately perked up in excitement. “Really? I’m completely free! Why not just go back with you now? The Valley Master said you were handling something important, but it doesn’t seem like a big deal.”
Wen An, “…Brother Su, you’re still a child, aren’t you?”
Couldn’t he take a hint? “Sometime” meant “maybe in the next lifetime.”
In the end, Bai Zhu had to drag Su Yu away by his rabbit tail as Wen An and the others bid farewell. Su Yu tearfully promised, “Next time for sure!” Wen An thought to himself, *You’d better not come, or I’ll rally half the sect to take turns beating you up.*
Whether it was because Feng Yuemian had been reprimanded or because Qiu Qiu remained in the Tai Su Valley, the Dragon and Phoenix Clans didn’t cause any trouble for Xue Ying and the others. The journey was smooth, and Wen An even picked up some snacks and specialties from the Eastern Sea to bring back to the Tai Xuan Sect.
Judging by Wen An’s demeanor, one would never guess that the four realms were on the verge of collapse, or that the Tai Chu Sect was about to make a self-sacrificing, Mary Sue-esque move. Then again, perhaps he was just celebrating the Tai Xuan Sect’s impending rise to prominence with some peanuts and wine.
Unlike Wen An’s optimistic attitude, Xue Ying wasn’t exactly thrilled. She flipped through the “Twenty-Four Divine Swords Buying Guide” Wen An had given her, but no matter how many times she looked, every sword seemed to carry a shadow of Bai Lu—yet none of them were Bai Lu.
Later that evening, Wen An knocked on Xue Ying’s door with a bottle of wine, saying cheerfully, “The sky looks like snow—care for a drink?”
Xue Ying glanced at the dark clouds and lightning ahead of the flying boat, then back at Wen An’s smile—a perfect example of lying through one’s teeth. Still, she stepped aside to let him in. The buying guide on the table was open to a page featuring the “Twenty-Eight Famous Swords” from the previous edition. Wen An skimmed it and asked the sullen Xue Ying, “Still haven’t decided?”
Xue Ying sighed. “They’re all good swords… but none of them are Bai Lu.”
Her sorrowful expression made Wen An think she had lost a spouse.
Well, not exactly—a sword cultivator’s sword *was* their spouse.
He kept that thought to himself and instead offered consolation. “It was an accident. No one expected the Five-Colored Divine Feather to be so powerful.” When Xue Ying remained silent, he added gently, “Or are you angry at Martial Uncle?”
Xue Ying slumped forward and asked, “Am I really that weak?”
Wen An poured wine into two cups, sliding one toward her. “Objectively speaking, among our generation, no one can surpass you. But you know how elders are—no matter how outstanding a junior is, they’ll always say they’re too young and reckless.”
Xue Ying took this to heart, downing her cup in one gulp. The fire in her chest dissipated slightly, and she turned to Wen An, her words more direct under the influence of alcohol. “What about you, Senior Brother? Aren’t you angry? Both of us are head disciples, but Du Yizhou is already leading the Tai Chu Sect, while you’re still under the Sect Master’s thumb.”
Wen An genuinely wasn’t upset. “You focus on swordsmanship and rarely visit the Tai Chu Sect, so you don’t see it. Du Yizhou may seem glorious, but behind the scenes, he’s carrying an immense burden. Every major and minor sect affair passes through his hands, and as the chief disciple, his cultivation can’t afford to fall behind. The Qingxiao Pavilion’s lights never go out—that’s Du Yizhou’s life.”
He, on the other hand, had it easier. The Sect Master still handled some affairs, leaving him time to relax and collaborate with Xue Ying on their illustrated books.
If he compared himself to others at every turn, there’d be endless grievances—his status wasn’t as high as Du Yizhou’s, his swordsmanship wasn’t as refined as Xue Ying’s. As the eternal second-place, lacking presence, dwelling on such things would only turn him into a bitter antagonist.
Wen An never felt unjustly treated. The only person he needed to surpass was himself. *Not competing is competing; competing is not competing.* There were so many joys in life—why fixate on one or two shortcomings?
He admired Du Yizhou’s ability to turn the tide, marveled at Xue Ying’s brilliance, and was grateful to stand alongside them. That was all.
As her cup was refilled, Xue Ying remained downcast. “Du Yizhou is Du Yizhou. When I inherit the Sword Immortal title, I won’t have to deal with sect affairs. Yet he kept obstructing me.”
This was the difference between Xiao Fang and Cen Wuwang. At their core, the Tai Chu and Tai Xuan Sects were one. If Du Yizhou fell, there was still Wen An. It wasn’t unheard of for a Tai Xuan disciple to become the Tai Chu Sect’s leader. But Xue Ying was different—Cen Wuwang had only taken her as his disciple. Without her, he truly had no one else to inherit the Sword Immortal title.
As for personal motives—who could say for sure?
Wen An simply smiled. “But you *did* become the Sword Immortal. What’s there to be angry about?”
Xue Ying licked the remnants of wine from her lips. Before leaving the Tai Su Valley, Cang Wu had given her the jade pendant containing Cen Wuwang’s consciousness—likely enchanted, as it had remained silent the entire journey, as if dead. Now, forgetting Cen Wuwang’s presence, she confided in Wen An.
“It’s not the same.” She buried her face in her arms before lifting it again, jabbing the table with her finger. “I wanted to defeat Master and earn the Sword Immortal title fair and square. But now, it feels like I just picked it up off the ground—and he still looks down on me. Cen Wuwang thinks I’m unworthy!”
Her voice rose sharply on the last sentence. She downed another cup and continued complaining, “I really wanted to beat him, just once.”
Wen An shook the wine flask—only half gone. Though he had intended to drown her sorrows, she was getting drunk alarmingly fast.
“It was my goal since childhood—to become his rival. But now he’s gone. I even saved up a pension for him—what’s the point of hoarding all that money?” Xue Ying rambled on, pouring herself cup after cup. “I’m not happy.”
Wen An’s ears perked up at that. *What do you mean, ‘what’s the point of hoarding money’? Weren’t we supposed to contribute to the sect together?*
“How much did you save?”
Xue Ying stared at him for a moment before leaning in with a sly grin. “Senior Brother… Du Yizhou is Qing Yu’an. He stole your money.”
Wen An patted her head, amused that even drunk, she knew how to redirect blame. Smiling brightly, he said, “No rush. I’ll deal with you first, then settle accounts with Du Yizhou.”
Xue Ying hiccuped, her head drooping lower. Whether genuinely drunk or pretending, she soon fell asleep. Wen An called her name a few times but gave up when she didn’t stir, carrying her to bed instead. Before leaving, he noticed a folded page in the buying guide—marked on the entry for *Yao Guang*.
The description was brief: *Forged from the Profound Iron of Zhong Mountain, three feet long. Once the sword of Yuhengzi, the Sword Immortal’s blade.*
The jade pendant in the wooden box flickered faintly. Wen An set the book down, smiling faintly. “Did you hear all that, Martial Uncle?”
—
Three days later, they returned to the Tai Xuan Sect. Wen An had sent word ahead, explaining the situation, so the Female Marquis wasn’t immediately thrown into the Demon Lock Tower’s prison. Even so, a group of elders gathered at the mountain gate, wary of her causing trouble.
After escorting her to the Demon Lock Tower, Elder Qixia spoke up. “I’ve consulted ancient texts and confirmed the details in Wen An’s letter. The demon realm’s plight is genuine. However, sending Xue Ying alone leaves us uneasy.”
Before joining the Tai Xuan Sect, Elder Qixia had been a renowned scholar. As a cultivator, her scholarly demeanor blended seamlessly with her sword intent, earning her many admirers. Unfortunately, a past heartbreak had extinguished her romantic inclinations, and she now devoted herself entirely to the sect. With both sects facing unprecedented crises, her worries had only deepened.
Xue Ying didn’t see the issue. “The Sect Master is still in the demon realm, so it’s fine. I’m just going as a fighter.”
At the mention of Xiao Fang, Du Yizhou’s eyes lit up. He stepped forward eagerly. “You’ve seen the Sect Master?”
Wen An answered with a smile. “Indeed. In fact, we owe it to you, Senior Brother Du. If you hadn’t sent me to the Eastern Sea, I wouldn’t have had the honor of meeting the Sect Master in person and receiving his guidance.”
*Thanks for nothing.*
The sarcasm in his tone was palpable. Du Yizhou’s killing intent flared, his sword aura nearly materializing behind him. Yet Wen An kept smiling.
Elder Qixia coughed lightly. Everyone knew of Du Yizhou’s obsession with the Sect Master. Wen An’s deliberate provocation only highlighted the age-old rivalry between sword and spell cultivators.
“By the way, will Xue Ying be attending the succession ceremony? Though time is tight, we can arrange a modest event for the Sword Immortal title—”
“No need.” Without Bai Lu, Xue Ying felt incomplete. She flexed her empty hand. “I’ll grab a new sword and leave immediately. The demon realm can’t wait.”
It wasn’t unreasonable. But given how fixated Xue Ying had been on the Sword Immortal title, it was odd that she now refused it. Elder Qixia said meaningfully, “Very well. The greater good comes first. We’ll hold the ceremony upon your return.”
After seeing Xue Ying off, the others turned to Wen An, their gazes screaming one thing:
*Spill the tea.*
Wen An, “…”
—
When they revisited the Tai Chu Sect, its usual tranquility was gone. Few disciples roamed the paths. Xue Ying asked Du Yizhou about Lin Jiujiu’s whereabouts and learned that she had gone on a training journey, accompanied by Elder Lin and Zi Ya.
“Zi Ya left too?”
“The elder said his worldly attachments remain unsevered. Since Lin Jiujiu’s destination was his hometown, they arranged it together.”
With a prince backing her, Lin Jiujiu’s life would be much easier.
*Good that they left.* Xue Ying didn’t press further. Above them, the sky bore faint traces of formation patterns—ominous darkness creeping into daylight.
The tortoise-shaped barrier that once enveloped the entire Tai Chu Sect had weakened, its shell now faintly visible, inscribed with the Eight Trigrams.
“As per the Sect Master’s orders, the Starry Sky Grand Formation has been activated.” Du Yizhou’s brow furrowed. This formation, left behind by the founding ancestor, had always puzzled him. Why had successive sect leaders maintained such a seemingly useless array? Aside from reinforcing the boundaries of the Dao Realm, it served no purpose. Powered by the divine tortoise, its activation demanded vast amounts of spiritual energy—so much that even if other sects coveted it, they lacked the means to operate it.
Now, Du Yizhou understood. The Starry Sky Grand Formation had been waiting for this day. For a figure who had ascended eons ago to foresee this situation was nothing short of terrifying.
“The Sect Master said…” Xue Ying made an analogy. “The four realms are like an egg. In the beginning, the clear and turbid energies were indistinguishable, and life suffered. So the demon realm voluntarily suppressed the chaos, bringing peace to the other three realms. The clear energy rose, blessing the demon realm with favorable conditions, while the turbid energy sank, leaving the demon realm inherently disadvantaged. At first, it was manageable, but over time, the demon realm could no longer endure—hence the current crisis. Merely purifying the turbid energy isn’t enough; it’s a temporary fix. The Sect Master’s plan is to link the two ends, creating a cycle. The stretched portion will be anchored at the Tai Chu Sect.”
After all, no other sect besides the Tai Chu Sect could sustain the Starry Sky Grand Formation.
Du Yizhou pressed his lips together. Not only would the Sect Master bear the burden, but the entire Tai Chu Sect would have to sacrifice. “The Three Enclosures’ main stars require 140 elite cultivators to guard them, plus other auxiliary star positions—365 guardians in total. Barring unforeseen circumstances, these guardians will spend the rest of their lives at the Tai Chu Sect, solely maintaining the formation.”
The Starry Sky Grand Formation would drain the Tai Chu Sect dry. Worse, the stretched boundaries would be extremely fragile—if anything went wrong, the Tai Chu Sect would be the first to suffer.
He recalled a question the Sect Master had once asked him: *Disciple, do you think the Tai Chu Sect is glorious?*
Of course it was. The foremost sect in the Dao Realm, blessed with a divine tortoise, the envy of all, producing prodigies in every generation—unrivaled across the four realms.
Now, Du Yizhou understood the Sect Master’s meaning.
His hands trembled slightly within his sleeves. Du Yizhou knew—the Sect Master had entrusted the entire Tai Chu Sect to him. He couldn’t afford to panic.
Xue Ying stopped walking and extended her pinky to Du Yizhou, making a promise. “Don’t worry, Senior Brother. I’ll protect you. Wen An will protect you. The Tai Xuan Sect will protect the Tai Chu Sect. I swear—once the demon realm matter is settled, I’ll return immediately to stand with you.”
Du Yizhou lowered his gaze, his unsettled heart calming slightly. His cool fingers hooked around hers. “It’s a promise.”
Perhaps he had finally uncovered the reason the founding ancestor had split the sect in two. The Tai Chu Sect excelled in formations—defense. The Tai Xuan Sect excelled in swordsmanship—offense. One guarded, the other attacked. They had always been one.
“Come. Let’s find you a proper weapon.”
—
While Xue Ying and Du Yizhou enjoyed their camaraderie, the atmosphere in the Demon Lock Tower was far less pleasant. After the Female Marquis was escorted in by Tai Xuan disciples, Shen Jin and the Nether Lord reacted with a mix of scowls and eerie laughter, unnerving the disciples so much that they planted seven or eight swords outside and set up an electric barrier for good measure.
Female Marquis, “…”
She wasn’t planning to escape. Really.
Once the outsiders were gone, the Nether Lord immediately lashed out. “How impressive. Sent to steal the Five-Colored Divine Feather, but instead, your heart was stolen by the righteous sects. Turning over a new leaf, eh? What a repentant demoness you are.”
The female marquis stuffed a steamed bun she had picked up along the way into the Nether Lord’s mouth to silence him, then approached Shen Jin with utmost deference. “My Lord, this subordinate has met Cangwu. Cangwu said…”
Shen Jin glanced at the muffled Nether Lord, then at the uneasy female marquis. The mention of Cangwu inexplicably ignited his fury. “What did he say? That the Three Realms repeatedly abandoned our Demon Realm in times of crisis, and now he sends you as a mediator?”
“That’s not the case,” the female marquis hurriedly explained. “Please allow this subordinate to clarify, my Lord.”
Shen Jin turned his head away stubbornly. “I won’t listen!”
The female marquis spoke with desperate sincerity. “My Lord, this subordinate has always been loyal to the Demon Realm, never once betraying it.”
Shen Jin, now acting unreasonably, shook his head like a rattle-drum. “No, no, no, I won’t listen!” His expression was a far cry from his usual icy demeanor, resembling more of a petulant child.
The female marquis finally lost her patience. Gripping Shen Jin’s chin with one hand, she sneered, “You’ll listen whether you like it or not.”
Shen Jin: “…”
As the mighty Demon Lord, he had never imagined being manhandled by his own subordinate.
“Cangwu is willing to help us on one condition—the return of Yuhengzi’s physical body. My Lord, why not travel to the Demon Realm with the Sword Immortal’s disciple? Once you reclaim your true form and the Golden Crow descends, we can pacify our people.”
After hearing the full explanation, Shen Jin remained skeptical. Deep down, he distrusted these cultivators, especially the idea of the Taichu Sect exhausting their resources to aid him. Such selfless generosity usually had only one explanation—a long-lost father.
He had no intention of acknowledging any paternal ties.
The Nether Lord, finally finishing his steamed bun, scooted closer to Shen Jin and whispered conspiratorially, “My Lord, agree for now. In the Tai Xuan Sect, your abilities are restricted. Once we return to the Demon Realm, whether it’s the Tai Xuan Sect or the Taichu Sect, they’ll all end up behind bars.”
He then winced, cursing inwardly about the scalding-hot filling of the bun.
Shen Jin agreed to the proposal, instructing the female marquis to inform the Tai Xuan Sect that he was willing to take Xue Ying to the Demon Realm. Once there, far from prying eyes, he could do as he pleased with her.
The female marquis hesitated. “…My Lord, that doesn’t seem appropriate.”
Shen Jin smirked coldly. “So, you’ve betrayed me after all.”
During past discussions about attacking the Three Realms, the female marquis had always advocated for peace, standing apart from the others. Now that he and the Nether Lord were prisoners, she had switched sides without hesitation. Shen Jin laughed bitterly—his own general, handpicked by him, had turned against him.
Guilt-ridden, the female marquis avoided his gaze. “The Three Realms have always struggled against the tainted energy. If we fight to the death, even Cangwu and the others won’t emerge unscathed. A peaceful resolution is the best strategy. This subordinate… wishes to believe in them, just this once.”
Shen Jin scoffed. “Believe? Let me tell you, the best strategy for the Three Realms is to annihilate the Demon Realm, wipe out our clans, and ensure their own prosperity for millennia. Who would remember the bones littering our lands then?”
Their conversation was overheard in its entirety. Elder Qixia sighed. “Just as I expected.”
The sect master set down the makeshift listening device—a small paper cup—and nodded in understanding. “We’ve always treated them as enemies. Suddenly proposing peace? Even I wouldn’t believe it, let alone the Demon Lord.”
The blame couldn’t be placed solely on the demons. Empty oaths meant nothing; actions spoke louder. The priority now was ensuring Xue Ying’s safety. “With Xue Ying heading to the Demon Realm alone, the risks are too great. Perhaps Wen An should accompany her for added protection.”
The sect master shook his head. “After activating the Star Formation, the Taichu Sect is vulnerable. We must focus our efforts on supporting them. Du Yizhou is one of the formation’s guardians, and Wen An cannot leave. If anything goes wrong, Wen An must step in.”
Maintaining appearances was crucial. If outsiders visited the Taichu Sect and found no senior disciples to receive them, suspicions would arise.
Not to mention the lingering grudges of the dragon and phoenix clans. Cangwu’s opinion? What did a mere healer know?
The logic was sound, but the Demon Realm couldn’t be ignored either. Elder Qixia pondered before recalling someone. “I remember the Buddhist disciple from Luyeyuan shares a close bond with Xue Ying.”
The sect master understood her implication. Having the Buddhist disciple accompany Xue Ying would serve two purposes: additional protection and the natural opposition between Buddhism and demonic forces, deterring Shen Jin from rash actions. “Agreed. I’ll send a letter. Given the gravity of the situation, Luyeyuan won’t stand idly by.”
Later, when Xue Ying returned, she carried a new sword. Wen An was helping her practice, with several disciples watching eagerly, ready to challenge her. After a few rounds, they exchanged courteous bows, concluding the session. Xue Ying then greeted Elder Qixia.
“Elder.”
Elder Qixia’s attention was drawn to Xue Ying’s new sword—its blade gleaming ominously, radiating sharp energy. Wen An congratulated her. “Congratulations on finding such a fine blade, Junior Sister.”
Xue Ying didn’t seem particularly pleased, and everyone knew why. Setting that aside, Elder Qixia called her over and explained the plan involving the Buddhist disciple. Seeing Xue Ying purse her lips, she assumed it was due to lingering resentment and reassured her gently. “It’s not that we doubt you. The journey is perilous, and with none of us by your side, an extra ally is always helpful.”
“Not at all. More allies mean greater safety. I should be thanking you for your consideration.”
With no one else around, Elder Qixia softened her tone. “I’ve watched you grow up. If something troubles you, perhaps I can offer guidance.”
Xue Ying ran her fingers along the new sword but remained silent. There were few female elders in the sect, and Elder Qixia was one of them. Back when Cen Wuwang left early, she had taken care of Xue Ying. Now, she was offering comfort again…
“It’s nothing major. Earlier, when the sect master offered me the position, Master objected.” Xue Ying quickly corrected herself. “I admit I’m not his equal. For now, the greater mission takes precedence. These minor issues can wait.”
Displeasure aside, duty came first. Would she throw a tantrum and demand an explanation from Cen Wuwang?
Elder Qixia understood Cen Wuwang’s concerns. Every generation’s Sword Immortal served as a righteous enforcer, constantly meddling in others’ affairs. Now, with the fate of four realms at stake, Xue Ying—still young—had to shoulder this burden. Cen Wuwang couldn’t help but worry.
“Blinded by the moment, perhaps. But you are his only disciple, destined to succeed him. If anything happens to you in the Demon Realm, no one would grieve more than him.”
Xue Ying hugged the divine sword tightly. “He has his reasons, and I have mine. The title of Sword Immortal isn’t for just anyone. Those who claim it must face challenges head-on. If I fear the Demon Realm, what right do I have to succeed him—or to be his rival?”
Elder Qixia chuckled and shook her head. “So you’ll stay angry? Ignore him even after you return?”
Xue Ying stayed silent.
Elder Qixia analyzed further. “Even if you become Sword Immortal, you’re still young. While our sect excels in swordsmanship, the Daoist world has many hidden masters. Facing them alone, you might falter. We’ve taught you all we can in swordsmanship. The only one who can refine your skills with minimal effort is him.”
Xue Ying thought it wasn’t the same—she wouldn’t copy Cen Wuwang’s methods just to win. Yet, Elder Qixia had a point. Who else could guide her in swordsmanship?
She stiffened, refusing to respond, which amused Elder Qixia further. Embarrassed, Xue Ying muttered, “This won’t do. I was the one who got angry first. Now you want me to apologize? How humiliating…”
Elder Qixia nearly laughed aloud. Straightforward yet not stubborn, pure-hearted and honest—no wonder the disciples adored Xue Ying.
“Here’s an idea. Take your master’s spirit with you to the Demon Realm. First, our sect lacks expertise in soul-related arts, and Cangwu’s skills are limited from afar. The Demon Realm must handle the soul’s return to the body. Second, you two have many misunderstandings. Traveling together will force you to communicate, understand each other’s struggles, and reconcile. How does that sound?”
Carrying a spirit along was no trouble—it didn’t even require an extra meal. Xue Ying nodded in agreement. As they reached their destination, Elder Qixia pushed open a door, revealing a hall with a magnificent sword at its center. She retrieved it and handed it to Xue Ying. “This is your master’s sword, named Yaoguang. Take it with you.”
Xue Ying unsheathed it instinctively. The blade was exquisite—cold as frost, gleaming sharply, infused with Cen Wuwang’s sword intent. It held an inexplicable allure. She swung it experimentally, murmuring, “A fine sword indeed.”
Elder Qixia smiled behind her sleeve. “From the Taichu Sect, naturally it’s—”
Before she could finish, Xue Ying thrust the newly acquired divine sword back into her hands, deadpan. “Return it.”
Both were excellent, but… Yaoguang was her master’s sword.
Rejecting a fresh, untouched blade for a widow’s sword? Junior, wake up!
As a fellow sword cultivator, Elder Qixia understood the significance. Seeing Xue Ying’s reluctance to part with Yaoguang, she hesitated. “It wouldn’t be right for your master to return without his sword. If this strains your relationship, Yaoguang would bear the blame.”
Xue Ying retorted, “What’s wrong with that? He stole my Bailu repeatedly, and the last time, it never returned. Let him taste the pain of losing a beloved sword.”
As if in protest, Yaoguang emitted a sharp hum. Xue Ying immediately raised it, her sword intent soaring. Elder Qixia faintly heard her threat: “Resist, and I’ll make you submit—one way or another.”
Elder Qixia: “…”
Heavenly Lord above, please don’t let Senior Brother come back and blame me for this.
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