A murderous glint flashed in Wei Zhaoye's lifeless eyes.

An Yun saw this and breathed a slight sigh of relief. If the master could vent his anger on Shen Meisha, as time went by, the master should gradually forget about the woman named Qin Xiaoxie, and everything could return to normal.

"Baby, did that shot hurt a lot? Baby is most afraid of pain, but why did you take it for me?" the man murmured, gently rubbing the girl's neck, but his breath was cold and could not give his baby any warmth.

That warm and loving baby is gone forever.

The only glimmer of hope in this dark world has been extinguished.

"Master," An Yun called out again.

The third floor of the Wei family's main residence is a restricted area.

Bi Xie couldn't see what was happening inside the restricted area, but the shrill screams coming from inside reached her ears through the screen, and a sense of horror suddenly rose in her heart.

The screams continued for countless days before An Yun suddenly emerged, carrying a black umbrella and a bulging sack.

Looking at the protruding shape on the sack on the screen, Bi Xie had already guessed what was inside. Finally, she couldn't hold it in and started to gag.

The image on the screen suddenly disappeared. Ghost Cultivator Zhan Bingjiu looked coldly at Bi Xie, whose face was as pale as paper and filled with fear. He frowned slightly and said, "If you feel uncomfortable, don't watch it."

Her body hadn't eaten, and she dry heaved for a long time without vomiting anything. After a while, Bi Xie straightened up and said softly, "Let's start the next mission."

Ghost Cultivator Zhan Bingjiu didn't speak again. He gave Bi Xie a deep look and disappeared into the castle.

At the same time, Bi Xie felt himself floating up, and soon the dizzying feeling returned, his head spinning and his brain almost exploding.

"Boom!" A deafening sound exploded in his ears, followed by several screams that interrupted Bi Xie's reception of the plot.

She struggled to open her eyes and saw a deep crater in the ground in front of her. Nearly a hundred people dressed in strange clothes lay on the ground, their lives unknown. Their clothes were torn to shreds, and their faces were covered in soot.

"The Heaven-Shaking Thunder of True Monarch Feng Xie is indeed worthy of its reputation. Just two Heaven-Shaking Thunders were enough to blast these demonic cultivators to pieces. It is truly worthy of being the fruit of a ten-thousand-year-old spiritual plant."

"The Wind Evil True Monarch successfully formed his Nascent Soul at over three hundred years old, so naturally he would have plenty of magical artifacts and rare treasures. What are two mere Heaven-Shaking Thunderbolts compared to that?"

"Fellow Daoists, calm down. It's more important to deal with the important matters first. There's no smoke without fire. These demonic cultivators suddenly gathered in Deepwater City and massacred the cultivation families in Deepwater City. There must be something fishy about this. It's time to find out the whole story."

“What Master Xixing said makes sense. The Yin Demon Sect was wiped out by the righteous sects three hundred years ago. After the death of the Yin Demon Sect's leader, Mo Tianxiao, the demon cultivators were leaderless and only a few demon cultivators appeared over the years. However, this time, more than a thousand demon cultivators have gathered in Deepwater City. This matter is no small thing!” said a female cultivator with a flowing fairy dress and a beautiful face.

Bi Xie looked at the people who were speaking, his eyes suddenly widening.

They were all standing in mid-air, their clothes fluttering without wind, and a clear, ethereal aura emanating from their faces.

Just like the immortals she had seen in TV dramas before.

Suddenly, the handsome man waved his sleeve, and a purplish-red vine sprouted from the ground and wrapped around the demonic cultivator who was covered in dust from the explosion.

The vines split into two, then four, and in the blink of an eye, they had entangled seven or eight demonic cultivators, leaving them suspended in mid-air.

"I am the Star-Slaying Immortal of the Heavenly Jade Sect. Now, I ask you, what is the purpose of the demonic cultivators gathering in Deepwater City?"

Seven or eight demonic cultivators were barely alive, entangled in vines, their flesh charred black from the shockwaves, yet they gritted their teeth and remained silent.

Master Xixing's face was filled with anger as he silently chanted an incantation. In the blink of an eye, the vines thickened and grew longer, sprouting barbs that tightly bound the demonic cultivators, leaving only their heads and feet exposed. "I will ask you one more time: what is the purpose of the demonic cultivators gathering in Deepwater City?"