Contrary to popular belief, Bi Xie and Ji Gui were not flirting and frolicking on Xuanhuo Peak day and night.

Conversely, three days after their marriage, Bi Xie and Ji Gui went to the Demon Abyss, but during this time they secretly helped the Golden Light Sect. It wasn't until Huaiming Zhenjun returned that Bi Xie rejoined the Golden Light Sect and worked with him to revitalize it.

When Bi Xie returned to the Golden Light Sect, although the disciples had some reservations about her identity, no one dared to point fingers at her to her face because of her cultivation level.

As for the whispers and gossip behind his back, Bi Xie pretended not to hear them.

Unlike mortals who would dig up graves and erect monuments after their deaths, Bi Xie still built cenotaphs for True Lord Xieyang and True Lord Xiaoyi on the back mountain.

She wasn't heartless. The True Lord of the Setting Sun had treated her well, and the True Lord of the Night had died for her. Although erecting a cenotaph might just be a formality, it would make her feel better.

Once, when she went to pay respects at the cenotaphs of Xieyang Zhenjun and Xiaoyi Zhenjun, she unexpectedly saw Huaiming Zhenjun weeping bitterly in front of Xiaoyi Zhenjun's tomb.

His withered fingers stroked the cold tombstone as if touching a close old friend. He poured wine while weeping, "You all just left like that, leaving me, this old man, all alone. Now, I won't even have anyone to argue with..."

"I, an old man, only went out to pick some spiritual herbs, how did so many things happen? How did Feng Xie Zhenjun's delicate disciple, who looked like a flower, transform into the Demon Ancestor Ji Gui? And how did she force you all to self-destruct and perish, leaving not even your nascent souls behind?"

Bi Xie watched quietly for a long time before walking over. When Huai Ming Zhenjun saw her, he was taken aback at first, then said coldly with a complicated expression, "Why are you going back to the Golden Light Sect? Didn't you go back to the Demon Abyss with that demon?"

"True Lord Huaiming, I know there are many things you don't understand, but what's done is done, and the past cannot be undone. I returned to the Golden Light Sect because I don't want it to decline. The Golden Light Sect is the culmination of our ancestor's efforts and carries too many memories for True Lord Huaiming. I'm sure True Lord Huaiming wouldn't want the Golden Light Sect to disappear from the immortal sects forever..."

"What do you want to do? You've already become that demon's wife, do you still want to side with the Golden Light Sect?" Huaiming Zhenjun stumbled to his feet, pointing at her and questioning her sharply.

Bi Xie stood against the light, his expression inscrutable: "I have always been loyal to the Golden Light Sect. Back then, when I took the Demon Ancestor Ji Gui as my disciple, I wanted to teach him to be good. If I had let him develop unchecked and been used by He Gao and others, the four great immortal sects would probably have been destroyed long ago!"

"Whether True Monarch Huaiming believes it or not, the collective self-destruction of seven Nascent Soul True Monarchs was beyond my expectations. From beginning to end, Ji Gui personally killed only one person, and that was True Monarch Congnian of the Hengyun Sect—"

Bi Xie narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his gaze indifferently to look at Huai Ming Zhenjun, whose expression was changing, and said in an extremely cold voice, "If Huai Ming Zhenjun blames my husband for the death of Cong Nian Zhenjun, then he is truly wronging my husband. My husband was only avenging me!"

"Even now, you're still protecting that devil?" Lord Huaiming was exasperated, his face filled with worry.

Bi Xie sneered: "Even now, Feng Xie still has the Dragon Bone Soul-Destroying Nail planted by Nian Zhenjun in his body. Does Huaiming Zhenjun still think he shouldn't die?"

"Feng Xie is indifferent to worldly affairs and does not compete with others, but he is not a coward who will be bullied. Feng Xie is also incapable of repaying evil with kindness and cannot be so noble as to forgive someone who has subjected me to a hundred kinds of torture!"

“Dragon Bone Soul-Destroying Nails? How could this be? If that’s the case, how could you…” Huaiming Zhenjun’s eyes widened in surprise, and his brows furrowed.

Bi Xie maintained his smile and followed up on his words, saying, "How could you still be alive? Right?"

Before Huaiming Zhenjun could reply, Bi Xie smiled serenely, "It's because my husband's abilities are extraordinary; even the spirits on these Dragon Bone Soul-Destroying Nails are afraid of him!"

Her proud expression, as if her husband were the most invincible and awesome in the universe, shocked Huaiming Zhenjun so much that his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"Ding, host out of character, 100 points deducted."

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Standing before the cenotaphs of Xieyang Zhenjun and Xiaoyi Zhenjun, Bi Xie suddenly recalled many past events.

She squatted down and plucked the grass growing on the mound of earth. Suddenly, she remembered the scene when True Lord Xiaoyi and True Lord Huaiming were locked in a fierce battle on Xuanhuo Peak, vying for the pills she had refined.

Xiao Yi Zhenjun strictly adhered to etiquette, while Huai Ming Zhenjun had no manners whatsoever. One was dignified and the other was unkempt. They would quarrel whenever they met. She thought the two were mortal enemies, but it turned out they were just sworn enemies.

When Xiao Yi Zhenjun perished, Huai Ming Zhenjun held his tombstone and wept bitterly.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she probably wouldn't have believed it.

Bi Xie took out a handkerchief, brushed away the fallen leaves around him, and carefully wiped the dust off the two tombstones.

After an unknown amount of time, Bi Xie straightened up, glanced at the tombstone one last time, and used the Water Ripple Step to head towards Ji Mu Peak.

When the inner peak disciples saw Bi Xie, they thought they were seeing things. They were stunned for a while before they composed themselves and stepped forward to pay their respects, saying, "Greetings, True Lord Feng Xie."

Bi Xie gave a faint "hmm": "Is Huai Tianzun here?"

The inner peak disciple's neck stiffened with tension: "The Celestial Venerable is brewing wine, True Lord Fengxie, please wait a moment, this disciple will go and inform him."

Bi Xie glanced at Ji Mufeng and took out a jade-green porcelain bottle from his pocket: "No need. Give this to Huai Mingtian Zun and tell him that I have left the Jin Guang Sect. I hope he will take care."

The inner peak disciples were stunned for a moment, but Bi Xie had already turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the air.

After the two had traveled some distance from Jimu Peak, Ruhua muttered, "Why bother, host? It's like offering a warm face to someone who won't even look at you! Since you're leaving the Golden Light Sect anyway, why leave that old geezer a bottle of Nascent Soul Pills? That old geezer might not even appreciate your kindness."

Bi Xie: "Never mind. Last time, Ji Gui and I went to the Land of No Spirits and picked a lot of Bodhi flowers and made a lot of Nascent Soul Pills. Giving him one is fine, but giving him a few more won't hurt. Consider it a farewell gift."

Hearing the slight indifference in her tone, Ru Hua couldn't help but mercifully comfort her, "Host, there's no need to take that dirty old man's cold attitude towards you to heart. Anyway, you're not that close to him. Look at the big boss, he's been living alone for sixty years, and he hasn't become cold towards you because of it—"

"Those who truly love the host will find everything the host does right; those who don't love the host will find everything the host does wrong. The host has already been more than fair to that filthy old man. If it weren't for the Nascent Soul Pill the host gave him, that old man might not have been able to advance to the Nascent Soul stage even after his lifespan was exhausted!"

Bi Xie couldn't help but chuckle as Ru Hua calmly comforted him with her reasoning. "Ru Hua, where did you get the idea that I'm feeling down? Am I the kind of person who's always feeling melancholic?"

Ru Hua: "...Then why are you wiping the tombstone and sighing, host?"