Chapter 133 The stitches, one after another, pierced through the skin and flesh, connecting the head and...

But after she finished speaking, she spoke with all her might to defend Su Shuqing, recounting all the people Su Shuqing had helped and the good deeds she had done since entering the world of sword cultivators. Every word she uttered was to seek justice for Su Shuqing, and every word she uttered was to assure Su Shuqing that she had no intention of doing evil.

Finally, seeing that the sect leader was still worried, she made another solemn vow, promising never to step out of the Flying Goose Sect in this lifetime, and that she would always keep an eye on Su Shuqing to prevent her from going astray and falling into evil ways.

If she disobeys, she is willing to suffer divine retribution and have her soul scattered.

Just then, Su Shuqing, who was tightly bound and kneeling beside her, saw Xiang Huan pleading desperately for her sake and also began to kowtow heavily to the person before her, crying out in anguish, "It's all my fault, all my fault... Please, Sect Leader, don't blame Master... It's all my fault..."

The two of them kept kowtowing, each one more violent than the other, and before long, the bluestone ground was stained with blood.

The sect leader looked at the two people in front of him, and finally sighed. He then agreed to spare Su Shuqing's life and allowed Xiang Huan to take her back.

However, in order to give an explanation to the outside world, they will never be allowed to leave Feiyanmen.

However, the main altar will regularly supply all the materials needed by the Flying Goose Sect.

Therefore, apart from losing their freedom, they no longer had to worry about making a living.

This actually aligns with Xiang Huan's previous intentions, and for them, it's a win-win solution.

After all, Xiang Huan had always been mindful of Su Shuqing's status, so the two of them rarely went down the mountain. They would only go down to help others with some work when they were really short of food and clothing, in exchange for some money to barely make ends meet.

Therefore, when they heard the sect leader say this, both of them were overjoyed. They were not worried about having no future at all, but were instead beaming with happiness.

After they went back, everything was the same as before.

Su Shuqing would still dance to cheer Xiang Huan up, and Xiang Huan would also practice sword dancing under the moon to cheer her up.

Although the two women were confined to a small space and could never leave, they showed no signs of sorrow. On the contrary, they were more at ease and comfortable than before.

Just when Li Chen thought that their peaceful days would continue for a while longer, many cultivators from all walks of life, having learned of the news, forcibly broke into their somewhat dilapidated little sect.

Those people believed that demons were cunning, good at disguising themselves, bloodthirsty, cruel, and liked to bewitch people. Therefore, they all felt that if Su Shuqing remained in the world, she would eventually become a scourge.

If she is not eliminated in time, once her demonic nature awakens and overwhelms humanity, she will surely harm all living beings.

In their eyes, Xiang Huan's explanations were all the result of being bewitched by Su Shuqing. One of them said, "Sect Leader Xiang, we respect you to some extent. Firstly, because your master sacrificed himself for the world, venturing alone into the Demon Realm to bring peace to the world; secondly, because you are an old friend of a high-ranking monk in the Zen world who has attained Nirvana, and you have done good deeds everywhere, leaving behind many good names; but it is not because we are afraid of you, or because we cannot defeat you. If you continue to be so stubborn, don't blame us for taking action!"

"That demon is a scourge! If she doesn't die, how can the world believe that the cultivation world upholds the righteous path and doesn't associate with evil?!"

"Sect Leader Xiang, if you are truly not bewitched, you should kill her with your own hands!"

"Kill her! Kill her!!"

Su Shuqing was also present at the scene. Upon hearing what those people were saying, she immediately begged Xiang Huan to kill her with a single sword to avoid further harassment.

Li Chenjin only watched for a short while before he couldn't help but frown.

This person named Xianghuan, her master is obviously not good at anything, he has never taught his disciple seriously.

Even though she had never met her master, it was clear that her swordsmanship was mostly self-created, full of flaws, and while she had the moves, they lacked power.

In addition, his cultivation level was only at the Golden Core stage. Therefore, in order to defeat those whose cultivation was far above hers, he used clumsy fighting methods that involved risking his life and exchanging injuries for injuries.

As for Su Shuqing, she had been immobilized by her before Su Shuqing even decided to take action against those people, so at this moment she could only stand a little distance away and watch.

When Xiang Huan finally defeated the last person, and only the two of them remained in the entire sect, she slowly turned around and looked in Su Shuqing's direction.

Even though she was covered in blood and wounds, she seemed not to feel any pain. Not only did she not frown, but she also smiled slightly at Su Shuqing, as if to comfort her silently.

Immediately afterwards, she walked towards Su Shuqing's direction.

But after taking only a few steps, she collapsed to the ground with a thud due to her severe injuries and excessive blood loss, as if she had fallen into a coma.

But the moment she fell, Su Shuqing's frozen body suddenly regained its mobility.

The moment she could move, she immediately ran towards Xiang Huan's direction, but Li Chenjin, who saw this scene, couldn't help but frown.

Logically speaking, either Su Shuqing broke free of the restriction on her own, or the person who placed the restriction died. When a person dies, their Dao dissipates; otherwise, the restriction would never be lifted on its own.

Based on what she had seen before, Su Shuqing's cultivation level was not even at the level of Xianghuan, so it was clearly impossible for her to break through the restrictions on her own. Therefore...

Did Xianghuan die from such severe injuries?

What a stupid way to die...

She watched as Su Shuqing picked up the person on the ground and subconsciously transferred spiritual energy to them until her spiritual energy was exhausted and she could no longer find any spiritual energy in her body, at which point she had to stop.

After she stopped, she checked the pulse and breathing of the person in her arms. After repeating this several times, she seemed to suddenly collapse, hugged the person tightly, and burst into tears.

The cries were extremely mournful, like the sound of a cuckoo weeping blood, making one's heart tremble upon hearing them.

Her appearance alone was enough to prove that the person in her arms was definitely dead.

And this outcome was exactly what Li Chen had expected.

After all, with Xiang Huan's reckless fighting style, it would be difficult for him not to die.

Although this method of death was somewhat clumsy, her cultivation was not deep, her swordsmanship was mediocre, and she was only at the Golden Core stage. After thinking it over, it seemed that killing Su Shuqing was the only way.

Facing numerous opponents whose cultivation far surpassed hers, she managed to severely injure so many people and protect those she wanted to protect. Although her methods were somewhat clumsy, her death was still worthwhile.

Presumably, this was what she was thinking as she died.

Unfortunately, while she thought that way, the people she was protecting did not think that way.

Su Shuqing cried until her voice was hoarse and she vomited blood before she gradually stopped crying.

Although she stopped crying, she still held the person in her arms tightly. Her original grief-stricken expression was quickly replaced by gloom, hatred, and resentment. Her once bright and clear eyes were now like clear water stained with ink, no longer as clear as before.

Once clean water is polluted, it can never be the same again, no matter what.

She held the person in her arms tightly, whispering in her ear, "Don't worry, none of them will escape... I won't let them go... I won't let anyone go... I won't..."

“You should sleep for a while. I know… I know you must be tired and want to sleep, so go to sleep, go to sleep. When you wake up, we'll still be together, still here. I'll wait for you, I'll wait for you… I'll wait for you…”

"When you wake up, I will have learned a new dance, and I will perform it for you. I will also study swordsmanship diligently. I will never say I'm tired again. I'm not tired, not at all... From now on, whatever you ask me to learn, I will learn. I will protect you, and from now on, it will be my turn to protect you..."

It's unclear how long she murmured to herself, but as the mountain wind began to pick up, she seemed worried that the person in her arms would get cold, and with some difficulty, she picked them up and walked unsteadily toward the house.

But before she could even step onto the steps, a cold glint suddenly flashed past.

Immediately, a sharp sword pierced through her heart, causing her to spit out a mouthful of blood.

As the sword was drawn, she staggered back a step, turning slightly as if trying to see who was behind her.

But before she could see clearly, she spat out another mouthful of blood, and then her arms went limp, and the corpse in her arms fell to the ground with a thud, and she collapsed as well.

Blood gradually spread from the hem of her bright red skirt, resembling a beautiful flower slowly blooming from afar.

At this moment, the person who had attacked first slowly stepped forward, looked down at the person lying on the ground with their eyes still open.

Looking at his reflection in the other's eyes, which were gradually losing their luster, he murmured in disbelief, "The bloodline of the demon race, died so easily?"

Looking at the demonic patterns that had reappeared on half of her face since she was dead and could no longer be suppressed with spiritual power, after much deliberation, he decided to prick more than a dozen holes in her body as a precaution.

Finally, he cut off her head, then twirled his sword, flicked off the bloodstains, and sheathed it again.

He glanced at Xiang Huan's corpse, then at the head lying in a pool of blood, and clicked his tongue in dismay, "It looked quite nice, what a pity, tsk tsk..."

Not long after the man left, the headless corpse, riddled with holes, suddenly twitched.

As it twitched, the still-fresh, uncongealed blood began to gush out at an accelerated rate, causing Li Chen to frown involuntarily.

The corpse twitched a few times, then fell silent again, as if it were completely dead.

But the next second, the corpse suddenly sat up, groped its way to the ground, slowly got up, and staggered into the house with its body covered in blood and its headless neck.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of rummaging through drawers and cabinets came from inside the room. The sound lasted for a long time before gradually stopping.

Not long after the sound stopped, the headless corpse that had entered the room earlier was seen slowly walking out again, carrying a sewing box.

After it came out, it sat in the pool of blood and, facing the direction of the head, began to thread a needle.

Then, he slowly sewed up the holes in his body, one by one, stitch by stitch.

After it had sewed up all the holes, it picked up the bloody head from the ground and placed it on the severed neck.

Then, with one hand supporting her head and the other holding a needle and thread soaked in blood, she pierced through the flesh again and again, stitching her head and body back together.