After pondering for a moment, Chen Zhuochuan summarized it in three words.

How could the power that allows the existence of furnaces and cauldrons be associated with the righteous path?

"Then it has big ambitions."

Song Tingwan felt a chill run down her spine as she placed the teacup back on the coffee table.

Crisis at the summit of the Cloud Palace.

city.

The cities that were slaughtered in the previous two lifetimes, and the cities that were tainted by demonic energy, are still vivid in my mind.

"So, you should leave."

Shen Zhuochuan stared intently at her.

Song Tingwan looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"But didn't that Venerable Yun say that the breakthrough lies with me and A Yao?"

"If we leave, will the Cloud Peak... be able to weather this crisis smoothly?"

If it truly is her calamity.

Where can they escape to?

Shen Zhuochuan also smiled, his eyes deep and dark.

"It is my duty, along with those of the two venerable ones, to guard the summit of Yunque."

"You don't need to feel burdened by this."

He knew that Song Tingwan would understand what he meant, otherwise he wouldn't have told her everything so frankly.

Their equally determined gazes met in the air.

Neither side backed down.

After a long while, Song Tingwan raised her chin.

"Then I'll do as you say."

According to the plan, they should leave now.

Go and seek news of Venerable Zhurong.

Shen Zhuochuan smiled at her, returned the wordless divine book to her, and gave her a few more instructions, saying that he would prepare some protective magic items for her.

After giving his instructions, he hurriedly left.

Song Tingwan thought this was just the beginning, but she didn't expect that not long after Shen Zhuochuan left, chaos would break out at the summit of Yunque.

Another monk has died.

This time it is the Mahayana period.

It was still the same way of dying—being drained dry by something.

When Baili Xijiang rushed in nervously to tell everyone, Song Tingwan and Song Siyao exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with seriousness.

Behind Baili Xijiang, Qin Xi, who was panting and whose round eyes were filled with terror, followed.

"Another person has died."

Baili Xijiang glanced at her and said, "I just heard it and came in to tell them."

Qin Xi hurriedly went to the side and gulped down a few mouthfuls of tea, then clutched his chest and shook his head violently, "No, did you hear a cultivator in the Mahayana stage? I heard this is the second one, at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage."

Baili Xijiang looked at her in horror, "It hasn't been that long, how come someone has died again?"

After saying that, both of them turned their gazes to Song Tingwan.

"...Sister, this place is no longer safe."

The rule at the summit of Cloud Palace is that those who have invitations cannot fight each other, or they will be expelled.

There are occasional cases of accidental killings or intentional murders, but it's unheard of for seven high-level cultivators to die in just a few days.

"Should we leave?" Wan Qiji asked, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

Song Tingwan looked at her younger sister.

Song Siyao frowned. "Let's go find out what's going on from Shen Zhuochuan first. If there's any danger, we'll leave tonight."

A calamity that neither the Transformation God nor the Mahayana could resist.

She also had to leave for her older sister's safety.

Upon hearing this, Song Tingwan gently recounted what had happened during the day: "He told me today that there is an imminent crisis at the Cloud Palace Peak and that we should leave tomorrow."

She intended to go and tell them about the situation, but unexpectedly, people started dying one after another.

"Then there's no need to ask. Baili will inform him, and we'll pack our things and leave the city immediately."

Baili Xijiang, unusually serious, nodded and immediately went to pack his things to send a telepathic message to his uncle.

They dispersed.

Soon, everyone appeared in the courtyard, fully dressed.

Shen Zhuochuan strode over, nodded to Song Tingwan, and said, "Come on, I'll see you out of the city."

The group nodded, none of them hesitating.

After taking only a couple of steps, Song Tingwan, who was standing next to him, suddenly stopped.

Shen Zhuochuan and the others looked at her.

"What's wrong."

Seeing her staring intently at him, looking him up and down, Shen Zhuochuan asked in confusion.

Song Tingwan stopped in her tracks.

She pulled him closer, then suddenly closed her eyes and scanned his body with her divine sense.

Shen Zhuochuan keenly noticed her undisguised expression, and after a slight pause, he did not resist and allowed her to examine him.

"you…"

Song Tingwan frowned slightly, uttered a single word, and then opened her eyes while tightening her grip.

"There is a wisp of demonic energy within you."

After the woman finished speaking in a cold voice, she opened her palm, and the wisp of demonic energy in her palm instantly dissipated.

Shen Zhuochuan's face darkened.

Song Siyao, holding the Li Guang, stood between him and his sister, while Baili Xijiang and Qin Xi hid behind Aji.

Especially Baili Xijiang, who looked at his uncle with a frown, said, "Uncle, what's wrong with you? How come you didn't even know that demonic energy had entered your body!"

After saying that, he pulled his master behind him, keeping him far away from his uncle.

Shen Zhuochuan looked at him with a dark expression, his face growing even darker.

Helpless, Song Tingwan pushed away her little apprentice's hand.

"It's alright. That wisp of demonic energy was well hidden, and we've already caught it."

After saying that, she stepped forward and asked Shen Zhuochuan, "After leaving me, where else did you go?"

Without much thought, Shen Zhuochuan replied with a somber expression, "I checked the two corpses in the storeroom, the Qiankun Wanbao Pavilion."

Almost simultaneously, everyone present focused their attention on the last words.

"Is it related to the demon race?" Wan Qiji suddenly asked.

He suddenly remembered his maternal grandfather.

"Why don't we ask Aji's maternal grandfather? He should know more about the demons' movements," Qin Xi suggested in a low voice.

Shen Zhuochuan and Wan Qiji exchanged a glance, nodded slightly, and politely asked, "Could you please ask for me, Aji?"

He knew that Wanqiji's maternal grandfather was one of the demon kings.

With a crisis looming, every additional clue increases the chances of success.

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