Everyone was startled and looked at the two disheveled figures on the ground.

The Sword Sect Master looked at Immortal Venerable Lin Han in disbelief, "What he said... is it all true?"

Immortal Venerable Lin Han closed his eyes, suddenly not daring to look him in the eye. He had been extremely talented since childhood, but because he cultivated the Path of Ruthlessness and was indifferent, few people were willing to get close to him. Only his senior brother, the sect leader, never took him to heart, no matter how cold he was to him.

"Sect Leader, please... punish me."

"No, it's all my fault. I was shameless enough to seduce Master. While Master was in seclusion, I used the Mirror of Life to create an illusion for him, allowing us to have physical intimacy."

Mu Wanwan had woken up from the ground at some point. She quickly got up and knelt in front of the Sword Sect Master, kowtowing repeatedly. "Sect Master, it was all my fault. I was bewitched. I should bear all the blame. I am willing to die to atone for my sins. I only beg the Sect Master to spare my master's life."

The Sword Sect Master truly never expected that the disciple he personally selected for his junior brother would do such a thing.

He raised his hand, his fingers trembling, and pointed at Mu Wanwan. "You...you wicked disciple, how dare you do such a rebellious thing."

"Do you know that he cultivates the path of ruthlessness? What you are doing is destroying him."

Lin Han was stunned. It turned out that he hadn't developed any inner demons at all. It turned out that all of this was an illusion created by Wanwan using the Floating Life Mirror... So, before he and Mu Wanwan had physical intimacy, his Dao heart hadn't actually broken...

He thought it was his fault, but he never imagined that everything was just because of Mu Wanwan's selfishness.

Everyone's attention was focused on Mu Wanwan, and no one noticed that the eyes of the Immortal Venerable Lin Han, whom they once revered as a god, were gradually being tinged with wisps of demonic energy.

Black demonic energy seeped into his dantian and Dao heart, then silently devoured everything about him. With a bang, his Dao heart shattered. At that moment, countless demonic energies surged into his body from all directions, and a hint of evil flashed in his eyes.

Yun Jing quickly sensed that something was wrong with the surrounding atmosphere. When he saw Lin Han's appearance, Yun Jing's expression changed drastically. Had he fallen into demonic possession?

At this moment, the Sword Sect Master and the others also noticed Lin Han's abnormality. Suddenly, someone shouted in fear, "Lin... Immortal Venerable Lin Han has fallen into demonic possession! Run! Immortal Venerable Lin Han has fallen into demonic possession!"

Lin Han slowly stood up from the ground, his body radiating demonic energy. Hearing the man's shouts, a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes. He raised his hand and pulled the Sword Sect disciple over, gripping his neck tightly. "Too noisy, annoying!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he exerted force on his hand, and the disciple instantly lost his breath.

The Sword Sect Master was stunned by this sudden turn of events. "Lin Han, you...you've fallen into demonic possession?"

Mu Wanwan froze on the spot, "Master..."

Lin Han smiled coldly, but ignored them and flew into the air, striking Yun Jing with a palm.

Now his first priority is to deal with the people who caused him to fall into the demonic path, and the first one is Yun Jing, followed by Mu Wanwan.

He will not let anyone who harmed him get away with it!

Yun Jing immediately realized that his strength had not only fully recovered, but was even greater than before.

He felt a sense of foreboding. He never expected that the once aloof and arrogant Immortal Venerable Lin Han, who looked down on all demons and monsters, would fall into the demonic path. It was truly laughable.

After exchanging a few blows, Yun Jing gradually exhausted his demonic power. He was caught off guard and struck by a palm, immediately vomiting blood.

Lin Han looked at him coldly, "Speaking of which, I should thank you properly. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have my current cultivation level."

After saying that, he once again channeled his demonic energy and took out his natal sword to stab at Yun Jing.

Yun Jing's face darkened, and he immediately stopped fighting. He quickly used a forbidden technique of the demon race, burning his life essence to tear open space and escape from here. However, the price of burning life essence was extremely serious. He didn't know how much time had passed when Yun Jing's vision went black and he completely fainted.

Lin Han watched as Yun Jing vanished without a trace, a melancholy clouding his eyes.

Yun Jing, I will beat you to a pulp sooner or later!

However, at that moment, countless beams of light lit up around him, surrounding him completely.

The Sword Sect Master and the other elders, weapons in hand, looked at him coldly.

"Lin Han, your Dao heart has shattered and you have fallen into the demonic path, wantonly slaughtering disciples of your sect and even having illicit relations with one of your disciples. Your crimes deserve to be punished!"

"Today we will use the sect-protecting formation to cleanse our sect."

...

After escaping from Yun Jing's side, Lu Fuyue found a safe place to settle down, and then took out the Weak Water Zither to summon the wooden strings.

Some things are better left unresolved as soon as possible.

After obtaining the wooden zither string, she planned to begin seclusion to refine it, raising her cultivation level and body-refining technique to the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage, in preparation for the upcoming Golden Core tribulation.

Lu Fuyue sat in front of the Weak Water Zither, her slender fingers dancing back and forth on the strings. The music slowly rose, and at the same time, Yun Jing, who had fainted somewhere, felt a series of strange movements within his body, which echoed Lu Fuyue's music.

As the rhythm of the zither music quickened, a burst of green light enveloped the clouds and then vanished instantly.

Lu Fuyue noticed that the wooden string was getting closer and closer to her. Her eyes flickered slightly. She was finally about to get the second string.

But just then, a person fell from the sky and landed right in front of her.

Lu Fuyue paused in her movements. When she saw the person on the ground, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. It was actually Yun Jing.

How did he end up here?

However, remembering Yun Jing's warning to her, Lu Fuyue raised her hand and put away the Weak Water Zither, then turned and left without any mercy.

She had already kept her promise to Mu Qinxian, and as for why Yun Jing had ended up in this situation, that was none of her business.

Suddenly a familiar voice rang out, "Beautiful sister, beautiful sister, don't you want to be Mumu anymore?"

Lu Fuyue paused, turned around and looked at the source of the voice, "I have done what I promised you, but you have not done what you promised me."

"So when exactly are you going to return to your position?"

Wooden Strings: "Beautiful sister, Mumu's consciousness is about to dissipate. Please save Master one last time. This is the last time, really the last time."

Lu Fuyue was silent for a moment, "He is a master of the Mahayana stage, how can I, a mere Foundation Establishment stage cultivator, possibly save him?"

Wooden Strings: "As long as Mumu returns to her place, the beautiful sister will use the wooden strings to play the fifth level of the Song of Life and Death for her master, and then the master's injuries will heal."