Chapter 72 Chapter 72 Theological Society Study Room.

Theological Society Study Room.

"Cheng Qiu is fine. He just returned to the Qiankun bag. Youtian was also purified by Cheng Qiu."

Qi Yang explained again and again, but seeing Li Yian's grim expression and a look of disbelief, he could only bring up the High Priest. She knew that the person Li Yian admired most was the High Priest. "If you don't believe me, just ask the High Priest."

The high priest in the study simply nodded with a serious expression.

Li Yian, despite feeling uneasy, chose to trust the High Priest. "The High Priest wouldn't lie to me. Cheng Qiu's expression just now was really strange. Maybe I was overthinking it."

In her hand was the white jade that Cheng Qiu had wanted to give her at the celebration. She had wanted to have a frank talk with Cheng Qiu after the ceremony.

If Cheng Qiu returned to the Qiankun Bag to rest because he was too tired, she would look for him another day.

Seeing that Li Yian finally calmed down, Qi Yang sighed silently in his heart.

Under Cheng Qiu's instructions, no one could tell Li Yian about the fact that he and Youtian died together, including the High Priest.

Everyone seemed calm on the surface, but when they saw Cheng Qiu's soul dying on the altar, they all felt bad.

He was the one who urged Cheng Qiu to pray, and he felt extremely sad. He felt that he was the executioner who pushed Cheng Qiu to death.

But all this is to save this world polluted by evil.

Youtian is dead, everything is over.

Qi Yang was just thinking when he heard hurried footsteps outside the door. The door was kicked open and a strong smell of blood blew in the evening breeze.

Li Xuan had a cold face and rushed in holding the unconscious Mu Yang.

"What's going on?" Seeing this, An Si hurriedly stood up, walked to the bed and checked Mu Yang's pulse.

Li Xuan thought of Mu Yang asking him to conceal the matter of the Chen Ming Lock from everyone before he passed out. His face turned very bad and he said coldly, "He deserves it."

The more An Si checked Mu Yang's spiritual energy, the uglier his expression became. Before Mu Yang died, he hurriedly injected spiritual energy into him, but Mu Yang's body was riddled with holes and could not hold any spiritual energy.

The injuries he suffered were even more serious than Mu Yin's.

"Bring the soul-guiding lamp here!" An Si turned around and shouted.

Qi Yang and some students from the School of Arts hurriedly took out huge golden candlesticks from the inner hall and lit long red candles on them.

A total of sixteen soul-guiding lamps were lit, and the smoke rising from the long candles surrounded Mu Yang, hanging Mu Yang's soul in his body.

An Si drove everyone out and wanted to cast a spell for Mu Yang alone.

Ever since Li Yian saw Mu Yang, covered in blood and in critical condition, she stared at him in disbelief. She had never imagined that Mu Yang would be in such danger, because she had put her faith in Li Xuan and firmly believed in Mu Yang's aura as a leading man.

She believed that even if everyone died, Mu Yang would never die, unless he was seeking death.

It was not until she was driven out by the High Priest that she reacted and said with a pale face, "High Priest, you must save Mu Yang."

Outside, an anxious Qi Yang cursed at Li Xuan, whom he had always disliked, "I gave Mu Yang to you to protect, and this is how you protect him? Aren't you number one in the martial arts academy?"

Li Xuan had a cold face and said nothing.

Qi Yang was so angry that he was about to punch him.

Li Xuan dodged impatiently, his own anger surging as he grabbed Qi Yang's fist with one hand and shook it back. The two men fought fiercely in their anger.

Li Yian leaned against the door, her mind a tangle of confusion. She had exhausted all her spiritual energy fighting the audience and the giant pythons. She had no energy to intervene, no strength to stop the fight. Her legs gave out, and she slumped to the ground, her mind a tangled mess.

Too many things piled up at once for her to digest.

She recalled seeing Mu Yang on the side of the road not long ago. His face was pale and his clothes were stained with blood. She had pushed him, and perhaps he was already seriously injured at that time.

If Mu Yang died, how would she face the Mu family? She had promised the Mu family's head father and head mother that she would protect Mu Yang.

If she had discovered that something was wrong with him at that time and quickly sent him to the High Priest, would Mu Yang's situation have been better?

She clenched her fists tightly, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Li Yian sat with her back against the door until dawn. She didn't even know when Qi Yang and Li Xuan stopped fighting or left.

She stood up quickly when the door behind her moved slightly. She saw the High Priest and asked, "How is Mu Yang?"

An Si frowned, "Not optimistic."

Seeing Li Yian's miserable appearance, he couldn't help but feel sorry for her. He reached out and touched the deep scratch on the left side of Li Yian's face. Although Cheng Qiu's spiritual power had healed the wound, a long scar had been left. What a pity for such a beautiful girl.

Last night, Li Yian had told him about the spectators, and he knew that Li Yian had gone through a brutal battle. Li Yian, standing before him, was so weak that she looked as if she could fall down with a single gust of wind. What she needed most right now was rest.

"Go back and rest," he said.

The students he valued fell one after another, and he never wanted to see Li Yian get hurt again.

Li Yian's face was pale, she lowered her head, and clenched her fists tightly, "I want to do something, as long as it can help Mu Yang." At this time, how could she have the face to go back to Mu's house to see Mu Yang's parents?

"Nonsense! Go back!" An Si's tone became a little heavier. "The most important thing for you now is to stay strong. There will be tough battles to fight in the future."

Li Yian always listened to An Si, but now he stood there stubbornly.

She knew that she and Mu Yang had conflicting horoscopes, and bad things would happen if she got close to him, so she would not take on the responsibility of taking care of Mu Yang. She just hoped that she could do something else to make her feel more at ease.

Seeing her being so stubborn, An Si's expression turned grim. It happened that Qi Yang came here to find out about Mu Yang's situation. Seeing this, he hurriedly pulled Li Yian away.

Li Yian hadn't slept all night and was exhausted, so he was drowsy and was easily taken away by Qi Yang.

On the way to the guest room in the backyard, Qi Yang said with a look of disappointment, "The High Priest always keeps his word. Do you dare to question his orders?"

But Li Yian lowered his head and said nothing.

Qi Yang sighed with a headache and comforted him, "Mu Yang is fine. I had a fight with that guy Li Xuan last night and got some information about Mu Yang."

Qi Yang knew very well that Li Xuan was a taciturn person and a cold-blooded and ruthless weapon. No matter how he asked him, it was impossible to pry any information out of him.

However, people who are strict with their words are often not strict with their body language.

From the fight with Li Xuan, he felt that in every fierce fight, Li Xuan was only filled with anger, without sorrow or worry.

Qi Yang knew that Li Xuan, who had been guarding Mu Yang closely and knew Mu Yang best, knew Mu Yang's physical condition - although he was seriously injured, he was not fatal.

The reason why Li Xuan was sure that Mu Yang was not dead was because he destroyed one of Mu Yang's tools.

"What equipment?" Li Yian looked up quickly.

"I don't know. The guy realized he was exposed, so he withdrew and ran away. I chased him for several blocks but couldn't catch up with him."

Qi Yang breathed a sigh of relief and spoke with some fear, "Anyway, as long as Mu Yang is okay, I'm glad he'll pull through. You should also trust the High Priest's medical skills."

After hearing this, Li Yian's heavy heart finally settled. She felt like she could breathe more easily, and tears welled up in her cold eyes. No matter how calm she appeared, she couldn't face the death of a friend she cared about.

No matter how much she disliked Mu Yang, in her heart, Mu Yang's weight was immeasurable.

She felt as if a huge stone had fallen from her heart. After her tense nerves relaxed, she could no longer support her body. Her eyes went dark and she fell down.

Li Yian slept for two whole days, and it was already the early morning of the third day when he woke up.

She was lying in the guest room of the Theological Society. She had changed into clean clothes. Before she even washed up, she ran out of the room and saw a female student from the College of Arts holding a basin of water. She looked at her in surprise, "You're awake."

Li Yian was in no mood to chat, so he nodded casually and ran quickly towards the temple.

She wanted to go to the temple to find out about Mu Yang.

When she reached the temple door and heard a bunch of crying sounds coming from inside, her heart was shocked. She thought, "Could something have happened?" She hurriedly opened the door.

With a "bang", the door was almost broken in half by her strength.

The huge commotion caused everyone in the room to turn around in surprise. The Mu family's head father and head mother were there, along with a group of beautiful students from the Arts College, their eyes red and tearful. Surrounded by them, Mu Yang sat leaning back on the bed, awkwardly comforting his parents and a group of worried classmates.

As a door fell to the ground with a bang, Li Yian took a step back awkwardly.

Under the care of the High Priest, Mu Yang recovered well, at least his complexion was not as ugly as before.

As a popular man, Mu Yang has plenty of love and care. Since he has so many people caring about him, she doesn't need to join in the fun.

She just nodded stiffly at Mu Yang and turned to leave.

She heard a soft voice behind her calling out urgently, "Yian." Li Yian quickened her pace and disappeared in a flash.

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After the ceremony, Li Yian clearly found that the atmosphere in the Theological Society had improved a lot, as if they had returned to the Theological Society before the evil was rampant, and everyone was studying and practicing martial arts without worries.

When Li Yian was hitting the sandbag at the martial arts academy, he could hear A Quan next door discussing with a group of people when to socialize with the beautiful girls from the liberal arts academy again.

Li Yian was not interested in socializing; she was thinking about the future.

The dark sky was purified, and the shadow that had troubled her for more than ten years was removed just like that, which made her a little bit unbelievable. She felt that the weather had become clearer, the air had become fresher, and even the people around her had become more friendly.

But her good mood did not last long, because she thought of the spectator, a ruthless character who was unpredictable to her. She was not sure what tricks the spectator would play in the future.

Now that the plot has gone astray, she can't use the novel to predict what will happen next.

But she remembered that the audience had told her that she was destined to fight Feng Yao in the future. Perhaps she and Mu Yang would never be able to live in peace.

Just as he was daydreaming, Qi Yang elbowed Li Yian and said, "I heard Mu Yang is awake. Why don't you go see him?"

Li Yian thought of the crowded room, and the veins on his forehead throbbed. "I won't join in the fun."

Qi Yang sighed, "I think he wants to see you the most right now. If his meridians weren't damaged and he couldn't walk, the first thing he would do when he woke up would be to see you."

"Forget it."

From the beginning, Qi Yang had been asking if Mu Yang had a crush on her. No matter how many times Li Yian denied it, Qi Yang would still tease her about it from time to time.

But she couldn't tell Qi Yang that Mu Yang and Li Xuan were actually a couple.

After a pause, Li Yian looked around, but didn't see the familiar figure, feeling a little disappointed.

Perhaps Cheng Qiu consumed a lot of spiritual energy in purifying Youtian, and he was recuperating in the Qiankun bag. It was unknown when he would be fully recovered.

Li Yian was not the kind of person who was immersed in love affairs, so he quickly shifted his attention and focused on hitting the sandbag.

In the dark fantasy world, being crushed by the onlookers, powerless to resist, made her feel extremely ashamed and hate her own weakness. She would practice even harder, and if she saw the onlookers again next time, she would definitely redeem herself.

Thinking of this, she hit the sandbag even harder, as if she regarded the sandbag in front of her as the hateful spectator.

Seeing that she suddenly became fierce, Qi Yang didn't know what was wrong with her and took a few steps back to prevent her punches from hurting him.

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"Cheng Qiu." Mu Yang lowered his eyes and looked at the soul fragments in his palm, his face full of melancholy.

He tied the Chen Ming Lock to the paper substitute, intending to block Cheng Qiu's frantic attack from You Tian before his death, but unexpectedly, the Chen Ming Lock had some small mistakes - he failed to protect Cheng Qiu's soul and could only collect Cheng Qiu's fragments.

"Did you do this? Li Xuan."

There was no response from Li Xuan in the room, and he knew that Li Xuan was angry with him.

But he failed to protect his companions, so who should he be angry with?

In the end, he could only hate himself for being too weak. If he were a little stronger, perhaps he could mend Cheng Qiu's soul.

He was half lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling in a trance.

He had just sent off another wave of students who had come to see him, and he was wasting his time trying to appease everyone. But he didn't want to do these things.

Trying to force a smile and treat everyone with warmth had become a conditioned reflex, but he never drew any energy from it; instead, it consumed him immensely. He had never wanted to be a savior or a god. He had been thrust into this position since childhood, a position he couldn't escape out of responsibility. But he had always simply wanted to quietly do what he wanted to do and see who he wanted to see.

But the man only appeared for a brief moment and then ran away.

His body was still in severe pain and he couldn't walk. He could only read books to relieve his boredom, but he couldn't calm down.

He kept thinking back to the night he saw Li Yian, covered in wounds and blood. He had already transferred his spiritual power to Li Yian, but he didn't know why she had been so badly injured.

Restless.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard outside the door. Mu Yang sat up straight. Even though his injured muscles and bones were pulled and his face turned pale with pain, he didn't take it to heart. He stared at the broken door that had been repaired casually.

"Mu Yang." A rough male voice sounded at the door.

Mu Yang's expression suddenly darkened, but he quickly forced a smile out of habit.

When Qi Yang opened the door, he happened to see Mu Yang smiling softly and calling his name softly, "Qi Yang."

Qi Yang came in carrying a large box of clothes and said to Mu Yang, "The priest said you must rest in the Theological Society for a while. I went to the Mu Mansion to bring your clothes."

"Okay, thank you."

Qi Yang raised his eyes and looked at Mu Yang's frail appearance. Even though she was extremely haggard, she was still so beautiful that it attracted people's attention.

Although she used to dislike Mu Yang because his followers always bullied Li Yian, after getting to know him more, she actually began to admire him.

Mu Yang looks weak, but he is not cowardly.

He can endure hardships, is not afraid of death, and is a reliable partner.

After he put down the suitcase, he couldn't help but shout towards the door, "Li Yian, why don't you come in!"

Li Yian was startled by Qi Yang's gruff voice and couldn't help but glare at him. She'd embarrassed herself in front of Mu Yang that morning, kicking his door open. Now that Qi Yang had dragged her here, she stood awkwardly at the door, too embarrassed to go in.

But when Mu Yang heard Li Yian outside the door, he suddenly looked up, poked his head out, and hurriedly said, "Yian!"

Seeing that Li Yian didn't come in, he paused and called out again, "Cousin."

Hearing the familiar voice of "cousin", Li Yian breathed a sigh of relief.

They were a family, and they didn't care about being embarrassed. She came in carrying a heavy lunch box.

The food at the Theological Society was not tasty, so Qi Yang and I went back to Mu Mansion and asked the chef to prepare a lot of dishes and bring them to Mu Yang.