Chapter 61: The Frail Beauty Whose Life Was Extended by the Immortal Cultivator (16)

Indeed, as a pair of twins, there is always a special telepathy between them.

In recent days, Xiao Yuheng has not been able to sense the presence of his brother Xiao Yuheng, nor has any news been received.

But he could only trust his brother, and no news might be the best news.

Unexpectedly... Xiao Yuheng suddenly felt confused.

So what should we do next? What should Awu do?

After a long time, Xiao Yuheng stood up carefully without disturbing Qingwu.

When he reached the door, Xiao Yuheng waved his hand gently, setting up a tighter barrier for the small courtyard.

He left the food and pills that Qingwu would need for the next few days, and left a note on the table.

——Awu, I have to go back to Wansheng Sect for an urgent matter. Don’t worry, remember to take medicine on time, eat well, and take care of yourself. Your husband will be back soon.

After everything was arranged, Xiao Yuheng took a last deep look at Qingwu who was still sleeping, then his figure flashed, he summoned Jiaoyun, and flew towards Wansheng Sect with his sword, turning into a stream of light.

Xiao Yuheng's last wish was for him to take good care of Qingwu, so he would definitely take good care of Qingwu no matter what.

.......Qingwu will be Xiao Yuheng's wife and his Taoist partner.

Wan Shengzong.

Inside the Elders' Hall, the atmosphere was oppressive, like the dead silence before a storm.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the gradually dimming light - that was Xiao Yuheng's life lamp.

The elders' faces were solemn, and their eyes, which were usually deep and wise, were now filled with regret and sadness.

Xiao Yuheng, such a genius in alchemy, once used his unparalleled talent to refine countless rare elixirs. Many of the rare medicines in Wansheng Sect were created by him.

The most heartbroken person was the clan leader's wife, tears welled up in her eyes.

It was hard for her to accept that such an outstanding son of hers should die so quickly. The clan leader tried to stay calm and comfort her.

Heavy sighs came one after another, as if they were mourning for the deceased genius, or lamenting the helpless fickleness of fate.

Xiao Yuheng was in a complicated mood.

Immortal cultivators see through the cycle of life and death, and most of them are emotionally indifferent, but they are twins after all, and their sword-like eyes are also stained with a hint of heaviness.

However, although Xiao Yuheng's life lamp was extinguished, Xiao Yuheng, who was connected to him by blood, did not notice any abnormality or discomfort.

Logically speaking, if Xiao Yuheng died, he, as his twin brother, should have felt it.

But so far, he felt nothing.

Could it be that... Xiao Yuheng is not dead yet?

Just as Xiao Yuheng was lost in thought, one of the elders present suddenly cast his gaze towards the ruthless, iceberg-like man at the very top, and asked, "Immortal Qiuhen, what are your thoughts on this matter?"

The man who appeared out of nowhere had an otherworldly appearance and an upright figure. His moon-white robe fluttered gently in the wind, like the cold frost and snow above the sky. He gave people a feeling of being unattainable, without any trace of worldly life.

His face was stern, yet revealed an indifference deep in his bones. His eyes were as deep as the abyss, without even the slightest emotion.

It was as if everything in this world was nothing but passing clouds to him, not enough to create any ripples in his heart.

Finally, Bai Qiulan glanced at the Sect Master's wife who was secretly crying, and the Sect Master who was comforting him with an unusually calm attitude.

He came out to take charge of the situation: "Today, a talented disciple of our sect has unfortunately died during his training."

His voice was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, without the slightest ripple or even a hint of emotion, and it echoed in the empty hall.

His face remained expressionless, without sadness or regret, as if he was just stating an insignificant matter.

"However, the sect's affairs cannot be stagnant because of one person." Bai Qiulan continued, his eyes glancing coldly at the disciples and elders below the stage.

He raised his hand slightly, and his long sleeves slid down, revealing his arms as white as jade. His fingers gently pointed at the void, and a series of light and shadow images emerged. They were detailed arrangements for sect affairs such as the allocation of sect resources and the adjustment of disciples' training tasks.

He spoke at a moderate pace, his words clear and coherent. Each word was like a cube of ice squeezed from between his teeth, hard and cold. "You must each perform your duties and work hard for the prosperity of this sect."

A great master of the Mahayana period can explain the entire sect with just one sentence.

When the disciples of Wansheng Sect heard the bad news about Xiao Yuheng, some of them looked sad, while others were shocked and unbelievable.

The elders also looked solemn and looked at Bai Qiulan with complicated eyes.

But under that cold gaze, no one dared to raise the slightest objection, and they all responded in unison: "We will follow the Immortal Lord's orders."

He truly is worthy of being an immortal who practices the Way of Ruthlessness. It turns out that we cannot have any expectations of him.

This Merciless Daoist Immortal truly lived up to his reputation. He seemed to have long since transcended the emotional bonds of mortals, and no matter how the world changed, he always managed to maintain a calm mind like still water.

No matter what happens, he can still remain as calm as a mountain. For him who is about to ascend to become an immortal, perhaps nothing in the world can cause a ripple in his heart.

The practice of the ruthless way allowed him to get rid of most of his emotional fluctuations and maintain calm thinking and judgment in the face of various situations.

Whether it is the life or death of his disciples, the disputes among sects, or the chaos in the world, he can examine, analyze and make decisive decisions with an almost indifferent attitude, without being influenced by emotions.

But at this time, what Xiao Yuheng was thinking in his heart was, what should he do with the weak and helpless Qingwu?

It is still difficult to tell what exactly happened to his brother's death, but Qingwu's existence is of paramount importance.

My brother died suddenly without any warning, and now the Sect Master's wife is still immersed in grief. Once she recovers from her sorrow—

If she knew that her son's death was caused by the search for the magic pill to cure Qingwu's illness, she would definitely not give up easily.

But - Xiao Yuheng secretly made up his mind in his heart that no matter what difficulties and obstacles he faced, he would not give up Qingwu and he would protect Qingwu.

Since Xiao Yuheng is not here, he will take on the responsibility of protecting Qingwu on behalf of Xiao Yuheng. After all, he has been called "husband" by Qingwu for so many days, right?