Chapter 131 The Cat of Four Hundred Years Ago 1

Four hundred years ago, the Demon Lord went to war with the hundreds of immortal sects. In order to fight against the demon cultivators, the hundreds of immortal sects formed an alliance and established the Immortal Alliance.

However, the war lasted for a long time. The Immortal Alliance fought for its vitality, and Juxian City served as the rear base, where many injured monks were accommodated.

The main force of the Demon Lord was causing chaos in Shihe. Mo Zhiyuan led the people of the Immortal Alliance to support them, but they fell into the Demon Lord's trap. Now most of the main forces of the Immortal Alliance were not in Juxian City. The Demon Lord lured the tiger away from the mountain and raided Juxian City.

Bai Qingchen, who was the young master of Yaowang Valley at the time and was already a cultivator in the God Transformation Stage, was ordered to stay in Juxian City to coordinate resources in the rear and treat the wounded.

The Demon Lord and his men suddenly arrived with great force.

Bai Qingchen led the monks in the city who were still able to fight to defend Juxian City. The message for help has been sent out, and the rescue of the Immortal Alliance will arrive soon. Before that, Bai Qingchen must not let the Demon Lord break into the city.

He used his own blood and essence to activate the city defense formation, and held back the demon cultivators outside the city, preventing them from moving forward. He wanted to protect the cultivators and mortals in the city who had not yet moved.

However, when everything was going in a good direction, a cultivator who had been rescued by Bai Qingchen from the hands of a demon cultivator and who was usually kind to others suddenly attacked from behind and stabbed Bai Qingchen in the back with a poisoned dagger!

Although it was not a fatal wound, the pure demonic energy contained in the dagger instantly invaded Bai Qingchen's meridians.

Bai Qingchen looked at the blankness in the man's eyes and instantly knew what had happened. This man had been eroded by the magic poison and had long lost his sanity, becoming a puppet of the evil cultivator.

Bai Qingchen showed no mercy and killed the man with a palm strike. His face turned pale in an instant.

The evil energy was madly eroding his spiritual power and consciousness, but Bai Qingchen did not dare to relax at this moment because he still needed him to maintain the city defense formation.

The demon cultivators outside the barrier sensed a fluctuation in the barrier and attacked more frantically. The barrier protecting the city flickered and was about to break.

At the critical moment, the sound of swords was heard from the distant sky, and the reinforcements of the Immortal Alliance finally arrived.

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, the Demon Lord did not linger in the battle and decisively ordered the demon army to retreat.

The battle situation on the front line is still stalemate. The real goal of the Demon Lord is to open the cross-border door connecting the world of immortal cultivation and the demon realm, and therefore he is frantically capturing the Xingxiu Black Cat clan.

However, when dealing with the Immortal Alliance that resisted him, he used dirty means, and quietly laid out the magic poison. The interior of the immortal cultivation world had been infiltrated by the Demon Lord and was riddled with holes.

The people around you may be infected with the magic poison at any time and controlled by the evil cultivators, and eventually turn against you.

Therefore, the Immortal Alliance stipulated that anyone infected with the magic poison must report it voluntarily and end their life before being completely corroded.

Upon hearing that Bai Qingchen was attacked and injured in Juxian City, Mo Zhiyuan dealt with the demon cultivators causing chaos in Shihe and rushed back to Juxian City as quickly as possible.

Mo Zhiyuan rushed back exhausted, and when he saw Bai Qingchen for the first time, he saw that Bai Qingchen looked obviously haggard and his lips were pale, but he was still trying hard to handle the affairs.

Mo Zhiyuan frowned, grabbed his wrist, and was about to probe into it with his spiritual power: "Where is the injury? Let me see."

Bai Qingchen retracted his wrist to avoid his probing, and said in a relaxed tone: "It's just a minor injury, it's okay now."

He tried to change the subject, "How's the situation at the front?"

Mo Zhiyuan stared at him gravely, refusing to back down. "Ah Qing, we are Taoist companions. You can't hide anything you're thinking from me."

Bai Qingchen forced a smile: "Zhiyuan, I know my own situation best. Don't worry, I came from Medicine King Valley. How can I be stumped by such a small injury?"

Mo Zhiyuan stared at him for a long time, and seeing his firm attitude, he finally slowly let go of his hand, but the worry in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

Juxian City was temporarily relieved, and another message for help came from Yuzhi City.

Bai Zhu, the father of Bai Qingchen, the master of Medicine King Valley, is supervising the battle at the front line, while his brother Bai Feng is stationed in Medicine King Valley to replenish elixirs for the monks on the front line.

Bai Qingchen is the main fighting force of Yaowang Valley in the Immortal Alliance. His family members are doing their best for the world of immortal cultivation. How can he rest just because of a minor injury?

Bai Qingchen ignored his injuries and Mo Zhiyuan's dissuasion and insisted, "I must go."

Mo Zhiyuan couldn't persuade him and had to go with him.

However, during several battles in Yuzhi City, Mo Zhiyuan keenly noticed that something was wrong with Bai Qingchen, and he even made unnecessary mistakes at critical moments several times and was almost injured.

The doubts and anxieties in his heart grew heavier.

After killing the demon cultivators who were causing chaos in Yuzhi City, Mo Zhiyuan, despite Bai Qingchen's objections, almost forcefully pulled him into the room where they were resting and set up a soundproof barrier.

As soon as he entered the door, Mo Zhiyuan forcibly pulled open the collar of Bai Qingchen's shirt, but Bai Qingchen grabbed his hand.

"Aqing, let me see your injury."

Mo Zhiyuan's tone was unyielding and even trembled a little.

Bai Qingchen was silent for a moment, knowing that he could no longer hide it, and slowly let go of his hand.

The collar of the shirt was lowered, revealing the chest.

Mo Zhiyuan's breathing suddenly stopped.

On Bai Qingchen's chest, a strange black magic pattern suddenly appeared on his fair skin, so dazzling.

The devil pattern had spread from his heart, like a hideous black spider web, covering almost half of his chest.

Bai Qingchen quickly pulled up his clothes, trying to cover it up.

Mo Zhiyuan seemed to be nailed to the spot, his face pale, his lips trembling. It took him a long time to find his voice, which was terribly dry and hoarse: "...How long has it been?"

Bai Qingchen turned his head away, avoiding his desperate gaze, and forced himself to remain calm: "It's still within control. I can suppress it."

He paused, lowering his voice with a heartbreaking calmness, "Zhiyuan, if... if I really lose control and cannot recover..."

He looked up at Mo Zhiyuan's eyes, which were instantly filled with pain: "You must kill me."

"No! Impossible!"

Mo Zhiyuan took a step back as if he was scalded, and his voice suddenly rose.

"Let's go find the Medicine King Valley Master. Your father must have a solution! Or maybe the Yantian Sect. Those guys have the most devious ideas. They must have another solution! There must be one!"

He suddenly grabbed Bai Qingchen's shoulders, his fingers so hard that his knuckles turned white.

The chief disciple of Lingxiao Sect, who had never retreated even in the face of tens of millions of demon cultivators on the battlefield, actually had tears rolling down his eyes.

Bai Qingchen stared at him silently and told them the cruel truth they already knew: "There is only one ending for those who are infected with the magic poison."

He didn't say that word, but Mo Zhiyuan had already begun to tremble.

"I can't... Qing, you know I can't do it..."

As a pillar of the Immortal Alliance, Bai Qingchen is a cultivator who has reached the state of transformation. His title of Immortal Lord Fu Yu is the hope of countless people.

If the news that he was infected with an incurable evil poison were to spread, it would be a devastating blow to the already shaky morale of the Immortal Alliance.

The news that he was infected with the evil poison must never be spread.