Conscience not extinguished

"Wen Weijun can't hesitate any longer!"

Rong Yan remained stiff and motionless. His master's body temperature was rapidly decreasing, and signs of life were gradually spreading along with the gushing blood.

"Master, it's my fault." He tried his best to channel his spiritual energy into Xuan Tong Zhenren's wound, striving to make amends for his mistake.

Master Xuantong was no longer the cheerful man he once was; blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were unfocused.

"It's not your fault... I'm doing this because it's my... way..."

From the first moment he saw Rong Yan, he knew that Rong Yan was no ordinary person. No matter how well Rong Yan concealed it, he still noticed the trace of demonic power that Rong Yan inadvertently revealed.

The reason he kept Benben in the sect was so that Rong Yan could rightfully stay by his beloved disciple's side.

Although his beloved disciple did not understand him and even resented him for spoiling Rong Yan too much.

But he did all this for Rong Yan. This child has something on his mind. Even after entering the sect, he walks on thin ice and is wary of everyone.

"Little disciple Yan... the Misty Sect is your home... your master is your... family..."

"I'm not afraid... I'm not afraid..."

Master Xuantong stretched out his hand, desperately fighting against the pain, and pulled the Crying Sorrow that had been inserted into his body.

It crashed to the ground, its surface stained crimson with sorrow, and blood dripped from the sword's edge like red threads, seeping into the earth.

"Have you said enough?!" Yun Shang said impatiently, his demonic power surging, and the silkworm threads that were wrapped around him instantly turned into dust.

"Wenwei, hurry—"

Blood-Clad Silkworm stood up and blocked Yun Shang's attack.

Knowing that his time was running out, at the very last moment, Master Xuantong sat down and personally opened his dantian.

Golden light surrounded the crystal, floating in his palm. Having lost his spiritual root, Master Xuantong seemed to have lost his luster; his once beautiful skin aged rapidly, wrinkles creeping across his face.

The body of the meditating Master Xuantong gradually shrank to the size of a child.

The spiritual root that had been dug out flew into Rong Yan's hand, and he picked up the Crying Sorrow from the ground. The Blood-Clad Silkworm, barely clinging to life, blocked Yun Shang's attack.

At this moment, Song Qingyun finally arrived with his men. Behind him were large numbers of Misty Sect disciples.

Everyone witnessed Rong Yan holding a sword, staring sadly at the corpse at his feet, the golden light emanating from his palm revealing his spiritual root.

How could this happen?

"He killed the real person!!! He dug up the real person's spiritual root!!!"

"Rong Yan did all of this!"

"What are you waiting for, Senior Brother? Rong Yan's crimes are heinous and he is an outrage against both gods and men! We beg you, Senior Brother, to seek justice for our fallen brothers!"

Song Qingyun couldn't believe what he was seeing. He forced himself to step forward and asked, "Rong Yan, tell your senior brother, what exactly is going on?"

Rong Yan was still reeling from the tragedy, staring intently at the spiritual root in his palm. Suddenly, he groaned, and the blood-stained silkworm was sent flying by a palm strike, landing beside him.

Realizing he was the instigator, Rong Yan carefully stored away his spiritual root and unleashed the Crying Sorrow.

"It's all because of you," he said, emphasizing each word.

"Rong Yan, don't be impulsive." Song Qingyun stepped forward and turned Rong Yan's body, trying to prevent the fighting from starting.

"What do you know?" Rong Yan glared at him resentfully. Song Qingyun withdrew his hand the moment he touched Rong Yan. Rong Yan was emanating a faint demonic power, a sign that he was about to become a demon.

“Rong Yan, you…” Song Qingyun was speechless with anger.

"Senior Brother, be careful! Rong Yan is a demon!" While he was still in a daze, his fellow disciples, as well as people from Futu Mountain, Hehuan Sect, and the Bureau of Ill-fated Men, all rushed up to attack.

This played right into Yun Shang's hands, leaving Rong Yan vulnerable from all sides and with nowhere to hide.

Yun Shang sneered and turned to leave.

"Demon, do not flee—"

Various sects descended from the sky, and Yun Shang clicked his tongue in disapproval.

"Yun Shang, retreat now—" At the same time, the old demon king's deep voice rang out, and he led his men to arrive at lightning speed.

A massive army occupied a tiny area of ​​Mount Futu.

The two races were on the verge of exploding. Just as the stalemate was at its peak, the Blood-Clad Silkworm spun out a silk thread, tripping one of them. This caused chaos throughout the entire race.

The two sides started fighting. Blood-Clad Silkworm grabbed Benben from the ground, pulled Rong Yan along, and ran.

He also wanted to take away Xuan Tong Zhenren's corpse, but his strength was limited.

The blood-clothed silkworm flaps its wings and flies, soaring through the sky and plunging into the earth, traversing everywhere.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Blood-Clad Silkworm, holding Rong Yan hostage, broke through the clouds and flew out of Mount Futu.

"Wen Weijun, please calm down!" Blood-Clad Silkworm prayed fervently in her heart.

At this moment, Rong Yan was enraged, his demonic power surged, and his spiritual power flowed in reverse. He was about to be unable to hold on.

It flew to a deserted place, and the blood-stained silkworm landed.

"Wen Weijun, Wen Weijun, are you alright?"

If Benben were still around at this moment, he would verbally scold him: "Nonsense, can't you see? He's almost dead."

That makes sense. The Blood-Clad Silkworm was at a loss, unsure of how to proceed.

Remembering that spiritual root, he took it out of Wen Weijun's clothes without permission.

He knew that once he absorbed this, Wen Weijun would immediately calm down.

"Wenwei, absorb this."

Rong Yan sat down, his temples covered in sweat, his lips were deathly pale and almost colorless, and his lips trembled.

"No......"

No, Master has already died because of him. If he absorbs Master's spiritual root, it's tantamount to completely declaring Master's death.

Rong Yan had never truly respected Master Xuantong. In his heart, Master Xuantong was merely his nominal master, capable only of imparting some martial arts techniques.

Only now does he understand his master's good intentions. Even in death, his master was thinking of him.

He knew that his spiritual root was very important to him; a spiritual root at the Nascent Soul stage was enough to suppress all his demonic power. But if he did that, he would be severing his senior sister's hopes.

He believed he hadn't done anything wrong, but things were spiraling out of control. The only thing he could do now was try to prevent his senior from hating him.

"But Wenwei-jun..." You're about to go mad!

The last half-sentence was impossible for Blood-Clad Silkworm to utter; perhaps this is the biggest difference between humans and demons.

"...No buts." Rong Yan spat out a mouthful of blood, formed a hand seal, and sealed the acupoints around his body.

"Who's there?!" A roar came, and the golden light emanating from the spiritual root was dazzling, attracting the demon soldiers stationed there.

"Quickly put the things away." Blood-Clad Silkworm did as he was told, stuffing them back into his clothes.

Rong Yan looked up and surveyed his surroundings, only to realize that he was in a cannibal village. Less than a year after he left, the village was razed to the ground by demon soldiers. Because it was close to the human realm, many soldiers were stationed there to guard it and prevent anyone from taking advantage of the situation.

A group of demon soldiers stepped forward, clad in armor and wielding swords.

"My lord, we were just passing through and had no intention of offending you." Blood-Clad Silkworm instinctively stepped in front of Rong Yan.

The leading soldier looked the two men up and down, noticing the spiritual energy emanating from them and seeing Rong Yan's sect disciple attire, and said warily, "He's a cultivator!"

"Wait—" Blood-Clad Silkworm cried out in a moment of panic.

With a hand on his shoulder, Rong Yan whispered in his ear, "The person who hurt Benben is called Yun Shang. Do you know him?"

Blood-Clad Silkworm nodded. Only the one from the Ten Thousand Demons Sect could possess such strength and come and go freely in and out of Mount Futu.

"If I remember correctly, he should be the fourth child of the Holy Venerable, and the demon race calls him the Fourth Prince."

Rong Yan gave a weak smile. "He just claimed to be my uncle and was determined to kill me."

How ridiculous. The Blood-Clad Silkworm, however, couldn't understand what he was saying.

"Take these two down!" the leading soldier ordered, and a large number of demon soldiers stepped forward behind him.

"Wait—" This time it was Rong Yan's turn to speak. He leaned over to the Blood-Clad Silkworm and whispered something to it. The Blood-Clad Silkworm listened intently for a moment and was greatly shocked.

He immediately spoke up, "Wen Weijun is the grandson of the Holy Venerable, a person of noble birth. You cannot arrest him!"

“Words are meaningless. You say he is a prince, but do you have any proof?” The leading soldier did not believe this fallacy.

If he didn't believe it, Blood-Clad Silkworm had a way. He took a half step back, letting Wen Weijun's demonic power leak out.

The demon soldiers' expressions changed instantly upon smelling the extremely pure demonic aura. Among the demon race, the demonic aura of royalty and nobility was unparalleled; the higher the rank, the more distinct the scent.

Upon smelling the alluring scent, all the soldiers were quite respectful, but still could not confirm their identities.

After discussing it privately, the demon soldiers unanimously decided to take the person back for further processing.

After an unknown amount of time, Rong Yan woke up in a magnificent palace.

The restless demonic energy within him subsided, and he quickly checked his clothes. Fortunately, his spiritual root was still intact. He breathed a sigh of relief, completely at ease.

He sat up, not knowing where the Blood-Clad Silkworm had gone.

At this moment, someone approached from outside the hall. The maid outside the door bowed, and the person pushed the door open and entered.

The visitor was a woman, whose age was impossible to guess, with gentle features. She walked to the bedside and sat down by herself.

Rong Yan felt that this person was frivolous and hurriedly moved his body.

Unexpectedly, the woman reached out and touched his face, saying with concern like an elder, "Child, where have you been all these years?"

Rong Yan was completely confused, thinking she was either a prince or a favored concubine of a demon clan.

Seeing his resistance, Yunxiu revealed her identity, "Child, you should call me aunt."

"aunt?"

"I didn't expect you to have grown so much." Yunxiu carefully observed his eyebrows and eyes. "You look a lot like your father."

"No, she looks more like your mother."

By this time, Rong Yan had already guessed his identity; he had only made a bold assumption earlier in the cannibal village.

From the moment he encountered this woman who claimed to be his aunt, he knew where he was and who he was facing.

He lifted the covers and put on his shoes and socks.

Yunxiu didn't understand what he meant. "Child, where are you going?"

"I don't belong here."

“Child, this is your home, and I am your aunt. You cannot leave here.”

"My name is Rong Yan, and I am a disciple of the Misty Sect. The people here have nothing to do with me." He said coldly, dressed, and was about to leave when the maid outside the door hurriedly stopped him, "Your Highness, please calm down."

“Your surname is Yun. From now on, you will take your elder brother’s name and be called Yun Yan.”

"What Yun Yan? I don't know him."

"Alright, alright, whatever you want." Yunxiu went along with his wishes. "You're still not stable, and your aunt is worried about you. If you feel bored, I'll ask your friend to come and talk to you."

It's the Blood-Clad Silkworm. I wonder how he is doing, whether he's been mistreated.