Just show him the three worlds, and that'll be all. ...

That night, the falling rabbit withdrew its light.

The gloomy silver light descended from the azure sky, casting an eerie chill over the dense forest.

The night wind blew, and the leaves in the forest rustled, which was particularly clear in the silence.

The cold air, tinged with the stench of fresh decay, filled everyone's noses. A younger cultivator couldn't help but sneeze. Rubbing his nose, he tilted his head and asked, "Brother, haven't we reached the Azure Heavenly Palace yet?"

——The group of people were the disciples of Haoyue Sect who were assigned to the Biluo Tianfu for training.

Wen Zhao blended in with the crowd, standing at the end of the group. He didn't act like the puppy wagging its tail and trying to get closer to Fu You. Instead, he had an indifferent expression, as if he was staying out of the situation.

Under the moonlight, he was a very handsome young man with black clothes and a dark sword, and his eyebrows and eyes were cold.

The disciple with the green hairband next to him hesitated for a moment, but finally came over and said, "Senior Brother Wen..."

He nearly bit his tongue as he uttered these three words—after all, Wen Zhao looked younger than him, and his cultivation was nothing compared to his. He didn't know how he had gotten so lucky to climb the Sword Master's high branch, earning the title of "Senior Brother."

He suppressed the indignation in his heart, put on a friendly smile and looked at Wen Zhao.

Unexpectedly, the young man just glanced away slightly after hearing his address.

What are you so crazy about? !

The disciple cursed inwardly, suppressing his displeasure. He no longer cared about exchanging pleasantries and said directly, "Since you are Uncle Fuyou's most distinguished disciple, could you please introduce me to the Sword Master and let me see his grace?"

Some word touched Wen Zhao's sore spot, but the young man's face darkened. He looked the disciple over and over, then slowly asked, "Are you worthy enough to see my Master?"

The disciple was stunned for a moment, and then his expression turned grim.

Who among those who could enter the Haoyue Sect wasn't a child of destiny? Previously, in order to gain the opportunity to approach the Sword Master, he had forced himself to speak servilely to this brat who was inferior to him in every way, and he was already unwilling to do so.

How dare he look down on me?

But thanks to his good fortune, he was favored by the Sword Master. If he could meet the Sword Master, he would beat this kid into the mud!

The disciple became angrier the more he thought about it. Unable to suppress his anger, he concentrated his spiritual power on the sword: "What do you mean?!"

Wen Lin, the leader of the group, noticed something was wrong and turned back with a frown. Seeing this, he was immediately horrified: "Zhu Qing, are you crazy? Have you forgotten where this is..."

Before he finished speaking, the leaves under everyone's feet suddenly moved.

Several black shadows rushed out from under the rotten dead leaves and rushed towards Zhu Qing who was full of anger!

The black shadow was only the size of a fist, and its head took up almost two-thirds of its body volume. When it grinned, its mouth was full of tiny, densely packed fangs, and it made an extremely sharp and piercing whistling sound.

"Oh no! It's the soul-eating ants!" Wen Lin's face changed drastically.

He grabbed his spirit sword to save Zhu Qing, but it was too late. Soul-eating ants are a very low-level monster, but they are extremely cunning and act in groups.

They move extremely quickly. Once targeted and attacked without any warning, a group of soul-eating ants can instantly suck a cultivator below the Golden Core level dry!

It was unknown how long this group of soul-eating ants had followed everyone before they deliberately seized this opportunity - Zhu Qing's spiritual power was contained in the sword, and he had no time to change his moves to defend himself. He was completely like a human grape waiting to be sucked.

The surrounding disciples were horrified and panicked. The first to react was the silent and indifferent Wen Zhao.

Wen Zhao raised his hand, and his sword "Suhuo" moved, piercing through the heads of several soul-eating ants with a "whoosh".

The smelly blood splattered all over Zhu Qing's face. He stared blankly with his eyes wide open, obviously still not recovering from the joy of escaping death.

Wen Lin glanced at Wen Zhao in surprise, sheathed his sword, and turned to scold the dumbfounded Zhu Qing: "Why don't you thank Junior Brother Wen Zhao for saving your life!"

"...Thank you very much, Senior Brother Wen! I apologize for the offense before, I hope you can forgive me!" Zhu Qing came back to his senses, with blood on his face, and stammered.

Wen Zhao didn't react at all - he saved people just because he thought his master would be happy after hearing it. What does it have to do with him whether others thanked him or not?

But before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, there was a commotion in the bushes behind Wen Zhao.

Then, another soul-eating ant flew out, aiming at Wen Zhao who had just put away his sword.

This soul-eating ant was larger than the ones Wen Zhao had killed before, with a whiter skin and faster movement - it was obviously the leader ant in the colony.

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it. From the very beginning, the target of this group of soul-eating ants was Wen Zhao, who was the Tai Sui!

Things changed so quickly that if Wen Lin had been able to track the movements of the Soul Devouring Ants before, now he could only see a flash of white light that flew in front of Wen Zhao in an instant. Then...

Just when everyone thought that Wen Zhao would die here.

The soul-eating ant suddenly stopped.

It had truly stopped, even every hair on its ugly body was suspended in mid-air, unable to be moved by the wind. Wen Lin took a closer look and saw that it was frozen solid.

Another gust of wind swept past, and the ant's bony body was swept away, turning into dust and scattering all over the ground. The terrifying head rolled around on the ground, its expression frozen in wild joy.

Where had the disciples ever seen such a move? Even Wen Lin was stunned, thinking that Wen Zhao had used some unheard-of method. For a moment, they looked at him as if they were looking at some hidden master.

Wen Zhao seemed oblivious. He looked past half of the forest and gazed fixedly at the empty distance: "...Master?"

Wen Lin frowned when he heard this: Snow Moon Sword Master?

He hurriedly looked in the direction Wen Zhao was looking - but in the vast woods, there were only trees and trees, so where was the figure of the Sword Master?

Maybe he was scared and talking nonsense?

Then, wasn't the method used by Junior Brother Wen to kill the Soul-Eating Ant?

Wen Lin was filled with doubts, but the bloody odor of the Soul-Eating Ants was spreading slowly, quickly attracting other, more dangerous monsters. This was clearly a dangerous place, so he couldn't stay any longer. He called out to Wen Zhao, who was still feeling lost, and then gathered his fellow apprentices, organizing the team and continuing their journey towards Biluo Tianfu.

The figures of the disciples of Haoyue Sect had just disappeared in the woods.

"Junior Brother Yue, your five senses are quite sharp."

A gentle man slowly emerged from behind the layers of leaves. It was the leader of the Haoyue Sect - Wen Xuanying.

Beside him, the snow-haired beauty had a cold expression.

Fu You is quite slender and tall, bathed in the silvery moonlight, with long snow-white hair covering her entire back, like the stars of the entire night sky.

He took a step, his steps silent and silent. Fu You stood beside the Soul Devouring Ant, his blindfold sash fluttering as if he was looking down at it.

Then, he raised his dust-free boots, stepped on the ant's head with the sole of his boots, and stepped hard -

The skull shattered into pieces in an instant!

The sound of shattering was so loud that it made one's teeth ache. Sect Master Wen, who was watching from the sidelines, did not comment on this brutal scene. He only sighed and looked at his junior apprentice's expressionless face: "Be careful not to dirty your shoes."

Fu You didn't answer, his eyes seemed to be looking into the distance through the white belt, his jade-white face was incredibly cold under the moonlight.

He said, "They have entered the city."

The smile on Wen Xuanying's face faded slightly. "We're entering the demonic territory ahead. Do you really want to continue following?"

Fu You's demon bloodline limited him, and whenever he encountered an area with an abundance of demonic energy, his spiritual energy would easily become turbulent. This was also the direct reason why, given his personality, he hadn't simply stormed into the demon lair with a single sword for so many years.

"Go." Unexpectedly, Fu You answered directly without hesitation.

He glanced sideways, his eyebrows slightly furrowed: "Are you scared?"

Wen Xuanying's expression froze, and he almost lost his usual smile. He gritted his teeth and said, "Since Junior Brother Yue is so righteous, then as your senior brother, I will naturally sacrifice my life to accompany you."

But deep down, he couldn't help but wonder, what was it about that junior named Wen Zhao that made him, a cold-hearted and snow-like junior brother, so favored?

Is it that face, or...

It seems that after returning to the clan, we will have to send someone to investigate the true identity of Wen Zhao.

While thinking, Wen Xuanying suddenly felt a heaviness on his shoulders, and then a cool and elegant fragrance came towards him.

He turned his eyes to the side and saw Fu You, who had returned to his original form, lying steadily on his shoulder, like a soft and harmless snowball.

During their time together, Xuetuanzi had often used Sect Master Wen as a mount, and had long since figured out the most comfortable spot on his body. With a furry movement, his long, pale pink ears drooped limply, glancing at the side of Wen Xuanying's neck.

The general meaning is: Don't talk nonsense, just follow me quickly.

Wen Xuanying only felt a slight itchy sensation on the side of his neck.

His heart moved, and he lowered his eyes to look at Fu You, who seemed to be lying softly and defenselessly on his shoulder. The moonlight reflected in his gray eyes, revealing an extremely deep background.

Wen Xuanying chuckled and said, "Junior Brother Yue's appearance is still not safe and secure enough."

Upon hearing this, Fu You's nose twitched and he raised his head slightly, looking at the man with a puzzled look as if through the long white hair covering his eyes.

"Brother, I'm not a master of martial arts, but I can probably hide Junior Brother Yue's appearance for him now. So..." Wen Xuanying's fingers brushed lightly across Fu You's forehead, almost like a kiss that would leave in a flash: "This is better."

How can the original form of the demon clan be allowed to be seen by others at will?

Just show it to him, that's all.

…

The disciples finally arrived at the Biluo Tianfu, but it was already late.

The city was as desolate and dilapidated as expected, perhaps because of the raging demonic plague. Almost half of the city was empty, and the few houses with people in them had their doors tightly closed.

They searched for a long time before finding an inn where they could rest. They planned to tidy up and recuperate first, and then investigate the monster's traces tomorrow.

Wen Zhao, as unsociable as ever, seemed even more distraught after the incident with the soul-eating ants in the forest. He entered the inn and went straight upstairs. Wen Lin and the others simply assumed he was frightened and ignored him.

This time, several of the younger disciples accompanying them hadn't yet begun their fasting journey, and their stomachs were already growling with hunger after a busy day. Wen Lin had them wait in the inn's lobby, and was about to go out with Zhu Qing to find some food.

Just as I reached the door, a man in a gray robe also walked into the inn.

The man was very tall, with an ordinary and unremarkable face. However, his calm and composed demeanor made Wen Lin feel inexplicably familiar.

But in such a chaotic place, it was unclear whether the other party was human or demon, enemy or friend. Wen Lin instantly became alert.

He noticed that the man's left hand was always in his cloak, as if he was holding something.

A magical weapon? Or a demonic one...

Alarm bells rang in Wen Lin's mind, and at this moment, there was a sudden movement under the man's cloak!

He drew out his spirit sword like a frightened bird, and the next moment—

"Ah!" Behind him, the young disciple staying in the inn saw clearly what the man was holding in his cloak and couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's a little white cat!"

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The author has something to say: I'm back, babies~

But since my mother is still in the recovery period and needs to take medicine on time every day, I still have to keep the rhythm of updating every other day.

Anyway, thank you all for your patience and understanding, love you all!!!

Happy holidays everyone!

Be sure to be safe when you go out QAQ Being injured is really painful. I hope everyone is safe and sound, don’t go through this!