Chapter 67 Chapter 67 Mu Yang’s appearance...

Mu Yang's appearance instantly caught everyone's attention.

She was dressed in white, with a beautiful face and a faint smile on her lips. She was so beautiful that she was more dazzling than the sun in the sky.

Even when surrounded by people and asked questions, he could answer them gently and appropriately.

But his eyes were searching for something, until his gaze passed over the platform and stopped.

Everyone followed Mu Yang's gaze and looked towards the platform.

When everyone was surrounding Mu Yang, only Li Yian was standing alone on the platform with a machete, looking a little out of place.

"Yian." Mu Yang smiled at her. He had lost a lot of weight these days.

A soft and gentle voice called her name softly.

Li Yian was stunned for a moment and nodded mechanically.

As far as she could remember, Mu Yang had never called her by her name, but always called her cousin.

Although they are not related by blood, this name was brought up by the head father of the Mu family. He said that since Li Yian refused to call him father, then let Li Yian live in the Mu family as a distant relative.

Li Yian is two years older than Mu Yang, so Mu Yang naturally has to call her cousin.

But for some reason, Mu Yang suddenly called her name.

But she didn't think much about it, just lowered her head and continued chopping the wooden block.

Her attitude seemed a little cold to outsiders, making the lively atmosphere become awkward for a moment.

But soon Qi Yang's voice broke the deadlock.

Li Yian heard Qi Yang asking him to find the High Priest, and Mu Yang whispered something in response.

Soon, as Mu Yang left, everyone dispersed and continued to work.

Suddenly, with a click, a thick ancient book fell to the ground.

Li Yian paused and looked at Cheng Qiu not far away. He had his back to her, was slightly bent over, and his body was shaking slightly.

"Cheng Qiu?" She hurried towards him.

But when he was less than three meters away from him, Cheng Qiu said calmly, "Don't come over, I'm fine, I need to return to the Qiankun bag first."

He had his back to her the whole time, so she couldn't see his expression.

Li Yian stopped and asked, "Are you really okay?"

"Yeah." He responded softly.

Cheng Qiu stood up straight, still without looking back, and clenched his fists tightly in his wide sleeves.

He waved his sleeves, and his body turned into green smoke and disappeared.

"Are you really... okay?"

Li Yian murmured softly. Although he acted naturally, she felt vaguely uneasy.

"Li Yian, come down, we have to go to another place." Qi Yang's voice sounded from below.

He had changed into a short martial arts training uniform and carried a broadsword on his back. Behind him were several students from the martial arts academy, all of them strong and powerful.

"Where are you going?" Li Yian jumped down from the platform.

Seeing that she was holding the heavy blunt knife and had no suitable weapon, Qi Yang thought that her sword had been broken by the evil, so he casually handed her a light long sword.

"In order for the ceremony to proceed smoothly, the High Priest has asked us to set up formations around the town. We may encounter attacks from evil spirits, so it would be best if you bring weapons."

Li Yian nodded.

Taking the long sword, she pulled it out of the scabbard. The thin and transparent sword gleamed with a cold light in the sunlight.

Although it is not as good as the previous sword, it is still a good sword.

"Let's go." Qi Yang walked away first, followed closely by Li Yian and a group of martial arts students.

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The cold black wind swept through the depths of the remote bamboo forest, and wherever it went, the bamboo forest turned to ashes.

"Who are you? How dare you try to imprison me!"

The low, hoarse voice, neither male nor female, which sounded like a mixture of countless voices, growled arrogantly.

The man in white knelt on the ground, holding his chest tightly, and said nothing.

The gusts of black wind passed through his chest, and bursts of green smoke emerged from the cavity in his chest.

"How does it feel like to be cut into pieces?"

The white-clothed man's mouth curled up slightly, "How ridiculous! What I'm best at is patience."

Even in the immense pain he was in, his voice remained relaxed.

"Are you finally losing your patience and willing to reveal your true form? I've been waiting for you to show up, Youtian."

This successfully aroused the anger of Heifeng, and countless black smoke turned into sharp blades that pierced Cheng Qiu's body.

Cheng Qiu recited the sacrificial text, and countless glowing symbols rose from his body.

The countless black smoke was mixed into a black heart and filled into his empty chest.

In the simple guest room, the pale young man lying on the bed suddenly stiffened and began to tremble slightly.

He seemed to be trapped in a nightmare, his hands tightly grasping the bed sheet beside him.

"Cheng...Qiu..."

A hoarse voice came out of his mouth vaguely.

Yuan Han, a student from the College of Arts who was passing by, heard the noise in the room and was startled, and hurriedly pushed open the door.

He saw Mu Yin, who had been in a coma for many days, with his whole body leaning out of the bed, his eyes closed tightly, and his hands tightly grasping the edge of the bed as he climbed out.

"Brother Mu Yin!"

Yuan Han wanted to go forward, but before he could get close to him, he was bounced ten meters away by a strange force.

A mouthful of blood flowed out of Yuan Han's mouth. He covered his chest and tried to get up, but it seemed as if all his strength had been drained away.

"Master Priest!!"

Seeing Mu Yin about to crawl towards him, Yuan Han was so scared that he kept backing away with his hands behind his back, shouting for help.

"Help, Master Priest! Brother Mu Yin has gone crazy!"

There were hurried footsteps, and Mu Yang, An Si and others arrived.

Yuan Han, who was sitting on the ground, rolled and crawled to hide behind Mu Yang when he saw Mu Yang. His face was pale and his eyes were filled with tears.

Before Mu Yang could step forward, Mu Yin's body shook and he fell to the ground, motionless.

Mu Yang hurried forward, held his wrist, and input spiritual energy to carefully check the condition of his body.

The more he inquired, the deeper Mu Yang's frown grew.

"Mu Yang, what's going on?" An Si half-knelt down.

"Logically, he's fine, just asleep. But... there's a very faint, strange aura coming from his body."

An Si held Mu Yin's wrist and did not detect any unusual aura.

He frowned tightly. He had diagnosed Mu Yin countless times, but could not find out the reason for his coma.

"Brother Mu Yang, the power he just unleashed was terrifying and almost killed me!" Yuan Han sobbed.

Mu Yang turned around, gently wiped away his tears, and lightly touched his forehead with his fingertips.

Spiritual energy overflowed from Mu Yang's fingertips and passed into Yuan Han's body, healing the internal injuries he had just suffered.

"It's okay." Mu Yang's gentle voice sounded.

Yuan Han was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a blush.

An Siban helped Mu Yin up and fed him a nourishing pill until Mu Yin's breathing became calm. He turned back to look at Yuan Han and said, "You can leave now. Pass down the order. No one, no matter who it is, should approach this room from now on."

An Si's stern voice made Yuan Han timidly agree. After bowing, he turned and walked out.

An Si carried Mu Yin back to bed with a grim look on his face.

"I've always felt uneasy about this child," he began slowly.

"Cheng Qiu used to hang out with him often, but since he fell into a coma, Cheng Qiu rarely appears in front of me."

"Even Yi'an seems more worried than before."

"They all seem to have secrets."

An Si sighed slightly, "Perhaps they have grown up and have their own considerations."

He had watched them grow up and had long been accustomed to them running over whenever something happened, calling "High Priest" over and over again.

But as they grew older and stronger, his once-mighty strength might no longer seem worth mentioning to them.

Just like just now, Mu Yang was able to detect a strange aura in Mu Yin's body, but he had never noticed it.

Perhaps these children have enough strength to face their own lives on their own and do not need his involvement anymore.

Although it is a bit sad, it may also be something worth being happy about.

He looked at Mu Yang and said, "During the festival, there will probably be a big battle. Your old injuries haven't healed yet, so you should rest well for the next two days."

When they met today, he could tell at a glance that Mu Yang's internal organs were damaged, which was internal damage caused by exhaustion of strength.

These injuries require rest to heal.

But Mu Yang seemed to have never rested.

"Master Priest..." Mu Yang raised his eyes, "There is something I can't figure out."

"About Li Xuan..." An Si had just heard that Mu Yang and Li Xuan had a conflict, and Li Xuan did not follow him back, but he saw Li Xuan sitting on a big tree outside.

"No, I'm just confused about what I should do."

Mu Yang lowered his head. "Just because my identity is different, do I have to watch the people around me fall into danger and not risk saving them?"

"I... don't want to be a mascot and be protected by others."

"I don't want to see people around me die one by one, and I'm the only one left."

Having experienced so many brutal wars, he often had nightmares, dreaming that people around him died one by one to protect him.

The whole world became a sea of blood, with countless corpses floating on it.

He was the only one standing at the top, feeling endless loneliness and desolation, and was in excruciating pain.

"Master Priest, if you were me, what would you do? If I can't even protect the people I care about, how can I still protect this world?"

Mu Yang spoke in a low voice and did not dare to look up at the High Priest, for fear of hearing the same answer as Li Xuan.

But he also longed to hear the opinions of people he respected. If it was the High Priest, what would he do?

An Si was silent for a long time, and finally sighed slightly.

“Everything has a price.”

Mu Yang clenched his fists slightly, "Master Priest..."

"Gods are supposed to sever all emotions and prioritize the world. This is your birthright. On the righteous path, countless sacrifices will always be made; this is necessary."

Mu Yang's eyes gradually turned red, he lowered his head and choked with sobs.

"Your Excellency the Priest, I'll go out first." He bowed slightly to An Si and turned to leave.

An Si lowered his eyes and sighed slightly.

What should he say?

He was once also "Mu Yang". He cut off all lust and lived to eliminate evil.

From then on, there was no one behind him.

Did he ever regret it? He was reluctant to say that he regretted it.

The breeze blew the bells hanging outside the house, making a crisp tinkling sound.

After the masked man in green clothes left, there was no more sound in the house.

Only the pale-faced young man was lying on the bed, with wisps of black air seeping out of his body and floating in the air.

With a "click", the white piece fell off the chessboard.

Cheng Qiu sat at his desk, his face pale as a sheet. "So this is the kind of pain you've endured."

"One more day, Mu Yin."

"It will all be over."

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The streets were eerily empty, and apart from the sound of fallen leaves being blown by the wind, there was no other sound.

Qi Yang hammered a wooden stake into the corner of the street and tied a hemp rope to it.

Li Yian looked around and didn't see Cheng Qiu, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

He has been hanging around her for the past two days.

"Li Yian, what are you looking at?" Qi Yang turned his head and looked around.

"No." Li Yian lowered his head and concentrated on hammering the wooden stake.

Soon the formation on West Street was set up. When they reached the intersection, they saw the students from the martial arts academy opposite nodded at them.

It seems that everything is arranged.

"Even in broad daylight, people are afraid to go out because of the evil and filthy practices, which have caused panic among the people."

Qi Yang looked at the empty streets around him and sighed slightly. You know, half a year ago, this was the most prosperous center, full of vendors, passers-by, and a bustling crowd.

"Has the public been informed of the festival?" Li Yian asked.

Don't let the ceremony start when there is no one here.

"They were notified half a month ago. I guess they are also waiting for the day of the festival to go out." Qi Yang replied.

Li Yian nodded slightly.

She was about to walk back with Qi Yang and the others when she suddenly saw a figure in white at the corner of the street.

The handsome face and gentle smile are none other than Cheng Qiu.

Seeing that he seemed to be in good spirits, Li Yian breathed a sigh of relief.

This morning, he seemed a little off. Perhaps he'd been outside for too long, his spirit and body weakened. He returned to his Qiankun Bag to rest and regain his spirits.

She took a few steps forward and suddenly felt the air become a little sticky.

She paused, her hair stood on end, and her alarm bells rang.

Cheng Qiu also walked towards her.

"Li Yian, you made it so hard for me to find you."

His voice was a little hoarse, not as gentle and pleasant as usual.

He lowered his head and stretched out his fingers to touch Li Yian's hair.

She frowned tightly, and an inexplicable anger arose in her.

He quickly drew out the sword and cut off Cheng Qiu's arm.

This action happened extremely quickly. In a flash, before Xie Hui could react, wisps of black smoke emerged from the broken shoulder.

"Ah——" a tragic scream rang out from the sky.

He retreated at an extremely fast speed, bounced into the air, his handsome face turned a strange purple-blue color, and his eyes were filled with anger.

"How dare you impersonate Cheng Qiu? That's unforgivable."

Anger surged in Li Yian's heart, his face turned extremely cold, he jumped forward, raised his sword and stabbed at him fiercely.

Xie Hui dodged at high speed, but Li Yian's anger made her moves quick and fierce, and she inevitably stabbed him a few more times.

The sword blessed by Ansi has the power of purification, making it impossible for evil wounds to heal automatically.

After a while, Xiehui fell to the ground from the air with wounds all over his body.

"Why can you tell..."

Why?

Because of her sixth sense as a warrior, and because she has a soul connection with Cheng Qiu.

"Li Yian! Where are you!" Qi Yang's voice came from somewhere.

While Li Yian was stunned, the evil creature on the ground suddenly rushed forward and hit its chest with Li Yian's sword.

With a loud "chi" sound, countless black smoke burst out from his body.

Li Yian quickly covered her mouth and nose, but traces of black air had already penetrated into her body.

"Li Yian!"

After the illusion was broken, Qi Yang discovered that Li Yian, whom he had been unable to find, was standing in front of him.

Li Yian stood there in a daze.

She was attacked, there was a strange power in her body, and her limbs seemed to be frozen.

Her face was pale and her mood seemed to have hit rock bottom.

He... is Youtian?

Or just ordinary evil...

If it was Youtian, what should she do?

"Li Yian! What's wrong with you?" Qi Yang just pushed Li Yian lightly, and Li Yian fell to the ground.

With a "thump", he fell straight down.

"Li Yian!" Qi Yang's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly carried Li Yian on his back and ran towards the Theological Society.