"True Lord Fengxie, Wenzhu is imprisoned in the third cave on the right," the disciple in charge bowed and respectfully asked, "Do you need me to lead the way?"

"No need," Bi Xie said casually, leading Wu You inside.

The disciple in charge, watching the stunningly beautiful yet alluring young man's retreating figure, suddenly remembered something and cried out urgently, "True Lord Feng Xie, mortals who enter the Fire Poison Cave risk their lives—"

The magma inside the Fire Poison Cave churns, and the oppressive heat seeps in through the cracks in the stone door, penetrating the human body in every possible way. Low-level cultivators whose spiritual power is sealed will not only suffer physically in the Fire Poison Cave, but will also be mentally disturbed by the unique inner fire within the cave.

If one is not careful, one may go astray and fall into madness.

The Fire Poison Cave is a place that no disciple of the Golden Light Sect would want to set foot in.

Bi Xie walked for a while in the passageway and headed toward the stone cave pointed out by the disciple. Wu You followed closely behind, his handsome and youthful face showing a relaxed demeanor.

As Bi Xie stepped into the cave, he said leisurely, "Senior brother has made a grave mistake. Master won't cover for him, will he?"

Bi Xie's lips twitched slightly, but she remained silent. At this point, what didn't she understand?

An ancestor who has lived for thousands of years, if he didn't want to, who could give him the love potion? Wen Zhu wanted to frame Wu You, but unfortunately, the devil is always one step ahead, and in the end, Ji Gui turned the tables on him.

Black Sesame couldn't outmaneuver the big monster in the end. When Ji Gui went crazy, even the four great immortal sects would tremble.

With a sigh, Bi Xie walked expressionlessly into the cave.

The footsteps startled Wen Zhu, who was huddled in the corner, trembling. He opened his eyes abruptly and looked in the direction of the sound. The moment he saw Bi Xie, his body trembled, and tears streamed down his face as he tried to get up, calling out hoarsely, "Master, Master, Master, you've finally come, you've finally come to see me—"

Wen Zhu was not chained, but even so, the days he spent in prison had tormented him greatly. The once handsome and gentle young man now had a head of messy, dry hair, his skin was red and purple from the fire poison, and his lips were chapped and white. Only his almond-shaped eyes still retained their moist luster.

"Master, Wen Zhu didn't mean to kill Senior Brother Xing Zhan. He was the one who tried to kill me. He really struck first, and I accidentally killed him. Master, please believe me, I really didn't mean to—"

Bi Xie quietly looked at Wen Zhu, who was wailing in pain and whose former youthful appearance was unrecognizable. His cool eyes were extremely indifferent. "Zhu'er, I will call you Zhu'er one last time. I ask you, is there any truth in your mouth?"

A flicker of panic crossed Wen Zhu's eyes, and she guiltily avoided meeting Bi Xie's gaze: "Master, what Zhu'er said... what Zhu'er said is the truth..."

Suddenly, he looked at Wuyou, his eyes filled with resentment. "Master, believe me, I was really wronged. I saw Xingzhan die. He was the one who struck first. I was just... I was forced into this situation!"

"So you were forced to give Wuyou and Tinglan the Passion Powder?" Her beautiful face was as cold as ice.

"I...I...I...It wasn't like that, Master, I..." Wen Zhu collapsed, clutching his head. Despair surged through him like a tidal wave. He pointed hatefully at the innocent boy, "It was Wuyou, it was Wuyou who framed me, Master, it was Wuyou who harmed me. He wanted to drive me away from Master. I was just too afraid of leaving Master—"

Bi Xie stared expressionlessly at Wen Zhu's almond-shaped eyes, which were filled with pain and tears. He stood with his hands behind his back, a trace of pity flashing in his eyes. "Wen Zhu, I have already forgiven you once for the despicable things you did with Jian Shui at Xuanhuo Peak. This is your second offense. Moreover, you tortured and killed your fellow disciples and insulted your fellow disciples. Even I cannot protect you."

"Master, Master, please don't! Master, please give Zhu'er another chance!" Wen Zhu trembled in pain, panting weakly, her almond-shaped eyes filled with despair, tears streaming down her face.

"Master, why? Why?" Wen Zhu suddenly screamed like a madman, "Why won't you give me the pills? If it weren't for the Foundation Establishment Pill, how could I have been tempted by Master Jian Shui? If Master didn't only have Wu You in his eyes and not Wen Zhu, how could I have made one mistake after another and ended up like this? Isn't Master right too?!"

"Master, why are you so biased? Wen Zhu was clearly your first disciple, why are you favoring a demonic cultivator? Master, don't lie to me, the powerful cultivation that the waterfall sent my disciple flying that day wasn't yours at all, it was him, it was him—"

Wen Zhu stared at the boy in the bewitching red clothes with bloodshot eyes, his eyes filled with resentment, anger, pain and hatred. He stared at Bi Xie, then struggled to his feet and staggered toward Bi Xie.

Her reddened eyes had long lost their former gentleness, replaced only by pain and confusion. "Master, you knew he was a demonic cultivator, so why did you bring him back to the sect? No! You're not my master at all! My master would never do such a thing!"

"Beep, 100 points deducted from host's score."

"Beep, 100 points deducted from host's score."

"Beep, 100 points deducted from host's score."

"..."

Bi Xie's mind was bombarded with system messages, and her eyelids twitched painfully. Good heavens, she had lost 500 points in one go.

It seems we can't let Wen Zhu speak any further.

With a flick of her wrist, Bi Xie sent a yellowish-brown tree seed flying straight into Wen Zhu's mouth, where it landed squarely in his throat.

"Master, Master," Wen Zhu's forehead veins bulged as he stared intently at Bi Xie, one hand covering his throat and the other reaching into his mouth, trying to pry out the seed Bi Xie had planted.

But the tree seed grew bigger and bigger in his throat, and soon Wenzhu became hoarse and could no longer speak, only able to make "roaring" sounds.

Wuyou watched all this with indifference, her wicked peach blossom eyes fluttering slightly as she looked at Bi Xie's actions with a doting and obedient expression, as if he would indulge her no matter what she wanted to do.

When the Water-Cutting Immortal, the Night-One True Lord, the Setting Sun True Lord, and the Supreme Heavenly Venerable Chongyu entered, they saw Wenzhu curled up on the ground, constantly digging at his throat.

Bi Xie calmly bowed to the three of them and said coldly, "You two senior brothers and Master have arrived at just the right time. Wen Zhu has already confessed that he murdered Xing Zhan and then took the Burning Passion Desire from Master Jian Shui to frame Wu You and Ting Lan. This boy is dark and vicious. From this day forward, I, Feng Xie, sever my master-disciple relationship with Wen Zhu. From now on, whether Wen Zhu lives or dies will have nothing to do with Xuan Huo Peak!"

Wen Zhu let out a hoarse sound, his almond eyes bloodshot, grief and despair crashing over his heart like a tidal wave. The cold and resolute look in Bi Xie's eyes became the last straw that broke him.