But they all forgot who Lingxiao offended the Demon Sect Master for.

Shen Wangshu felt deeply sorry for Lingxiao and looked down at the Guangming Sect leader, who was in tears.

She nodded slightly to him, and saw him extend a wrinkled hand and wave it outwards, as if telling her to leave.

“But… Red Moon now…” Another person hesitated, looking in the direction of Red Moon Fairy with some reluctance, clearly feeling that Shen Wangshu was too violent. However, he was immediately covered by his fellow disciples behind him, realizing he had spoken out of turn, and a hint of regret appeared in his eyes.

He was at a loss, but then he saw the Sect Master of Guangming Sect wipe his eyes and turn his head to look at him sternly. This Sect Master, who only seemed to have a presence when there were worldly affairs in the sect, said in a deep voice, "Hongyue has offended a Nascent Soul cultivator. If it weren't for Lingxiao, who would spare her life?!"

"Her dantian..."

"She repeatedly provokes Lingxiao, isn't it because she thinks Lingxiao is soft-hearted?! Looking at the entire cultivation world, which Nascent Soul cultivator would she dare to treat like this?!" Even the Demon Sect Master, didn't you see that Fairy Red Moon was kneeling and licking his boots?

All that flattery was utterly disgraceful to Emperor Guangming.

“All these years, you have only known how to live a life of ease and comfort, never worrying about elixirs and herbs, but all of this was brought about by Lingxiao.”

Although the Demon Sect Master had gone to rest, the Guangming Sect Leader felt even more exhausted. All the disgraceful behavior of his fellow disciples had been witnessed by these demonic cultivators, and who wouldn't laugh at the Guangming Sect? And these were high-ranking cultivators! They were arrogant and elegant, each one like a dashing young nobleman, but they had no real skills, only knowing how to ostracize others. The Guangming Sect Leader was utterly disappointed, clutching his Daoist robe tightly, a hint of sorrow in his eyes.

"I shouldn't have asked you to go to the East Sea back then!" he cried out to Shen Wangshu in a sorrowful voice, looking up at him.

At that time, when he learned that the Nascent Soul cultivators had agreed to gather in the East Sea and use force to divide the cultivation world for the next thousand years, he felt that the real opportunity for the Guangming Sect to prosper was right in front of him.

He begged his junior sister, Lingxiao, to fight for this last glimmer of hope for their sect.

Lingxiao never refused his words. She would leave with a long sword on her back and return to give him countless treasures.

He used these resources to support his disciples and fellow practitioners, relieving them of the burden of these responsibilities. He believed this would mark the beginning of the sect's prosperity. However, he failed to understand that once the disciples became accustomed to readily available resources, to having whatever they desired, and to being revered in the cultivation world as Lingxiao Daozun, their true spirit of self-improvement and strength vanished.

They are indeed highly skilled, but if they encounter enemies outside, could they possibly defeat those cultivators who fight for their lives and have unwavering willpower? Everything he did for the sect has become what he feared most.

"I am guilty," the sect leader of Guangming Sect murmured.

"The headmaster brother likes to take the blame for these inexplicable things."

Xi Wu Daojun was holding the black fox, massaging its little paws. Seeing the dark fox comfortably sprawled out like a fox skin, a faint smile appeared in his peach blossom eyes as he casually said, "It's clearly out of good intentions, so how did it become a crime? Some people, even if born into wealth and luxury, still work hard. Some people lack ambition and only know crooked ways; their character is flawed. Even without these resources, they probably wouldn't have much ability."

He lowered his head, a smile playing on his lips, and asked, "Am I right?" He was looking directly at his own black fox.

Black Fox snorted, exhaled disdainfully, and reluctantly nodded its little head.

Because it felt that what was said made perfect sense.

"Get out of here! If I see you causing trouble again, I will personally cripple you!" Shen Wangshu had long known that the Guangming Sect leader would only take the blame upon himself if he saw the sect in such a state.

She gave a cold snort, touched the handkerchief in her bosom, and suddenly remembered that this handkerchief had once been used to wipe the fox's fur. Without making a sound, she put it away, pretending not to see the old man below who was crying and needed to wipe his face. She said calmly, "Living such a tiring life, you might as well retire." Being the sect leader of Guangming Sect isn't a lucrative position, so why is she risking her life for the sect like this?

When something happens, you start blaming yourself.

Shen Wangshu was not moved at all by the sect leader; he only thought the sect leader was so stupid that it was unbearable to look at.

The sect leader of Guangming Sect was crying when he heard this. He was stunned and looked up at Shen Wangshu in a daze.

"Senior brother, please tidy your appearance." Daoist Xiwu had long felt that the position of sect leader was a thankless task. He was about to use his gorgeous sleeves to wipe the old man's face when he saw the black fox suddenly fly into a rage, slapping his sleeve away with a claw and forbidding him from wiping other people's tears. The black fox then glared at the sect leader of Guangming Sect with its fierce eyes.

This fox is extremely ferocious; it will bite to death at the slightest provocation. The Guangming Sect's Nascent Soul cultivator is simply doomed to be encountered by it. Xi Wu Daojun, concerned for his senior brother's safety, quickly pulled back his sleeves, lowered his head, and smiled sweetly at the black fox, saying, "I'll only wipe your tears."

A good fox sheds blood but not tears!

The black fox hissed fiercely, showing utter disdain.

"I'm leaving." Shen Wangshu looked at the chaotic scene of humans and demons dancing at her feet, her head throbbing. She snorted coldly, bounced the little Xuan in her arms, and said coldly.

This time, when she said she was leaving, no one complained. The elders of Guangming Sect all showed respectful farewell.

"Giving you a friendly face won't work; I have to slap you before you'll behave." Daoist Xiwu shook his head and left with a deep sigh.

Unlike Shen Wangshu, he was not a Nascent Soul cultivator, which immediately made some people on the side indignant. However, when they suddenly remembered that Daoist Xiwu was the only late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator in the sect, the group of people silently shut up.

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