Chapter 121: Determination "I'll take you away."
"Speak." Yun Wanzhou's voice was like an ice spike, which made the two disciples tremble and their knees weaken, almost falling to the ground.
Before the tall disciple could finish his words, a golden sound suddenly rang in his ears. At the same time, the tail of his robe beside his leg was swept by the wind, and a white figure flashed past his eyes.
When the tall disciple looked up, there was no one in front of him, only a white dot that almost merged with the vastness between heaven and earth.
Everywhere were the disciples of Lianwu who had received the message and were rushing to the platform.
When they passed by Yun Wanzhou, some looked surprised, while others were eager to make a move, but in the end they just took a quick glance and joined the team.
Yun Wanzhou followed the crowd forward. Amidst the clamor, the only sound left was the chaotic and clear beating of his heart in his chest. He had never been so out of control before.
Hundreds of disciples from the Lotus Mist Sect were summoned this time. Yun Wanzhou knew nothing about Xie Wuyang's situation, and became more and more frightened due to his worries and speculations.
He had seen how Xie Wuyang looked when he was possessed by evil spirit.
Not long ago, in the secret room under the Lianwumen Tomb Forest.
Xie Wuyang was once bewitched by the Nightmare Stone, causing demonic energy in his body to surge and severely injure Jiang Lin. Fortunately, he regained his sanity and retrieved the stolen Nightmare Stone.
He should have thought of it earlier.
He knew at a glance that Xie Wuyang was not an ordinary demon. There was a mark on his forehead, indicating that he was a natural-born demon, a holy body that carried demonic energy.
The main reason for setting up the confinement was to help Xie Wuyang conceal his identity, but there was also a hidden concern.
There are good and bad people, and there are good and evil demons. Yun Wanzhou has always believed in this.
But there are very few records of natural-born demons.
Only the writings left by the God of Fuguang contain a few words: "The mark on the forehead indicates a natural demonic body, born with resentment and an excessive focus on killing. Over time, this will only worsen, eventually leading to the loss of all reason, the destruction of the six desires, and a focus on killing. This cannot be changed."
But people are just newborn babies, ignorant and unable to control their own destiny and life experience. How credible are those few words of advice from the past?
It would be better to guide them to do good and bring more good results to this world.
Yun Wanzhou left Xie Wuyang behind, and at the same time buried the imprisonment in his heart forever.
Later, when the restraint was broken, he was worried but could not bear to keep Xie Wuyang in captivity any longer. He consulted his collection of books and finally found another solution - to suppress the evil spirit with the power of pure soul.
And Yun Wanzhou is the best candidate.
Although this method still has drawbacks and cannot last long, it is enough to relieve worry for a while. Just transfer the power of the soul every once in a while, and over time, it will eventually run out.
Thinking of this, Yun Wanzhou frowned even tighter. He pulled out Shattered Snow and jumped onto the sword. Ignoring the restraining pressure of the barrier within the Lianwu Sect, he flew straight to the platform with the sword.
When he was in the secret room of the Litchi Tomb Forest, he had clearly suppressed the evil spirit for a short period of time. Why was there another unusual movement in Xie Wuyang's body?
When Yun Wanzhou arrived at the platform, a group of Lianwu disciples were surrounding the platform.
The platform was shrouded in a barrier, and the situation inside could not be seen clearly. Only the sound of clashing blades and the collision of spiritual power could be heard, symbolizing the fierceness of the battle.
Someone was injured and groaned. Yun Wanzhou's heart was in a panic. Without waiting for the broken snow under his feet to settle, he hurriedly stood up and jumped down, landing in front of the disciples.
The white clothes were as white as snow, and he was as graceful as flying. The disciples behind him were dazed for a moment, and after recognizing Yun Wanzhou, they exclaimed, "It's Yun Xianzun! Yun Xianzun is back!"
"Master Jiang has been battling the demons for several hours within the barrier. If the Immortal Master returns, he will surely rid our sect of this disaster!"
"How many people did he hurt?" Yun Wanzhou pursed his thin lips, his expression unclear.
"Two sect leaders and more than twenty disciples of the immortal sect were injured."
"This demon is a disciple of the Immortal Lord..." Someone had a hidden worry, which was obvious without saying it.
Yun Wanzhou turned his eyes slightly, ignoring it, and his gaze fell on the mist-shrouded barrier. After a moment of trance, all his worries and contradictions were hidden in the darkness, just like the snow covering the mountain and the ice freezing it, making it impossible to see anything at all.
The Broken Snow Sword came out, and the spiritual power roared. A sword aura was as powerful as a startled wild goose, cutting through the barrier.
The moment the fog dissipated, a pair of murderous eyes collided with Yun Wanzhou's, instantly tearing apart all his disguises.
Yun Wanzhou's sword-holding hand trembled slightly, and waves filled his eyes.
Xie Wuyang stopped attacking and tilted his head towards him, smiling wickedly. His blood-stained face looked strange and sinister. "Long time no see, Immortal, Venerable."
No. That's not right.
The moment he met Xie Wuyang's gaze, Yun Wanzhou felt a chill run down his spine, and suddenly came up with an absurd and shocking guess.
At the same time, a cold light flashed across his eyes, and a long sword was placed across Xie Wuyang's neck from behind.
Jiang Shutong's face was cold, and the blood on the corner of his lips was still wet. "He has been possessed by a demon."
"No." Yun Wanzhou shook his head firmly, looking into Xie Wuyang's unfamiliar eyes, "He's not possessed by a demon."
Under Xie Wuyang's inquiring and playful gaze, Yun Wanzhou slowly raised his hand. His bony fingertips were red from the wind and exuded a chilling chill as he touched Xie Wuyang's forehead.
Skin touches, white light flashes.
A ray of spiritual light gathered from all over his body and finally condensed into the magic pattern on his forehead.
Xie Wuyang's eyes were filled with surprise and he was stunned.
Yun Wanzhou opened his thin lips slightly, his voice cold and oppressive, "Those who are different will be strangled to death."
In an instant, the light became brighter.
Jiang Shutong's eyes were stung by the white light and he dropped the sword in his hand to the ground.
At the same time, in the Demon Palace at the other end of the cultivation world, a man was lying on a couch.
The eyes on the face covered by the mask were slightly closed, then suddenly opened, and a fierce look flashed across them.
On the high platform, Xie Wuyang's eyes slowly came to his senses, and the colors of the scenery returned to normal.
Xie Wuyang looked around in confusion at first. When his eyes fell on Yun Wanzhou, they trembled and suddenly became clear. He seemed to be in disbelief. He shrank his hand hanging at his side and clenched his fingertips in restraint. His voice was hoarse and unclear, "Master...?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Wuyang's body softened and he fell into Yun Wanzhou's arms, with a cool fragrance filling his nose.
A gentle and generous hand touched my head, "Don't be afraid."
Xie Wuyang rubbed his chin against Yun Wanzhou's collar without saying a word. Only when he saw the blood stain on the snow-white collar did he stop silently.
There was a smell of blood in his throat, and Xie Wuyang suddenly felt choked, and the tip of his nose ached, as if something was about to burst out.
After a while, he heard his own almost inaudible voice, "I'm... not afraid."
He was a demon who once reached the top of the cultivation world and held all lives in the palm of his hand. His hands were stained with blood and he no longer cared about life or death... How could he be afraid?
Yun Wanzhou tightened his grip around Xie Wuyang's waist.
The platform was deserted and stained with blood.
Disciples of the immortal sect gathered from all directions, in full view of the public, with deep resentment.
Yun Wanzhou didn't care. The only real thing was the warmth from his palm and the turbulent heartbeat of the person in his arms.
"Yeah. I know." Yun Wanzhou wanted to say something comforting, but he wasn't good with words and didn't know where to start. In the end, he just touched Xie Wuyang's head and thought of the Acacia Candle. "I brought you a gift from the mountain. Do you want to see it?"
Xie Wuyang was in excruciating pain, but he still forced himself to stay alert and followed Yun Wanzhou's lead, asking, "What did Master bring?"
Yun Wanzhou replied in a low voice: "A candle."
Xie Wuyang chuckled, suppressing the pain in his chest that was shaking. "The candle that Master is interested in must not be an ordinary candle."
Yun Wanzhou nodded. "I heard it can make dreams come true."
His voice was as gentle as a dream that would vanish at the touch of a button, and Xie Wuyang was like a butterfly that stayed in the dream, fluttering its wings lightly for fear of disturbing him.
It was clearly something Yun Wanzhou used to please Xie Wuyang, but the one being coaxed seemed more like the one coaxing him, following his lead and asking, "Really?"
"Really." Yun Wanzhou gently stroked Xie Wuyang's head, "I'll show you when we leave Lianwu."
Xie Wuyang's eyes moistened, and he suddenly choked up, "Well... then Master must show it to me."
He felt pain all over his body, especially in his chest.
The moment the ribs were pulled out, it felt like something else went with them: spiritual power, demonic energy, blood, body temperature...
Now all that was left was the chill that gnawed away at his will bit by bit.
Yun Wanzhou was lying to him...
Now everyone despises and hates Lianwu, and they wish to skin him and eat his flesh.
He can't live without...
But Yun Wanzhou's voice was firm and stubborn, falling low above his head: "I will take you away."
At the same time, a sharp blade swept across, cutting through the wind.
Xie Wuyang's eyelashes trembled and he looked up in surprise.
Yun Wanzhou's jaw was cold and hard, his eyes as heavy as the falling snow in the first month of the lunar calendar. The tip of the Broken Snow Sword sank into the ground, its fangs sealed.
"Yun Wanzhou, the 43rd disciple of Cangqiong Mountain, has served as an Immortal Venerable for several years. Due to his incompetent teaching, he has caused his disciples to make grave mistakes. However, I am certain that my disciple Xie Wuyang is not indiscriminate in distinguishing between good and evil..."
Jiang Shutong was shocked, his lips trembling, "Immortal Venerable..."
Yun Wanzhou seemed not to hear it, his mind completely occupied by the person in his arms.
Yun Wanzhou put his arm around Xie Wuyang's waist and carefully turned him to his side. His other hand fell to his waist, untying the auspicious cloud belt, which fell to the ground with his outer shirt. He suddenly felt fortunate that he had pressed the jade pendant in Fengying Town, so he wouldn't have to worry about it breaking.
"I, the unworthy disciple Yun Wanzhou, am willing to remove my clothes and spiritual tools. I pledge my position as an Immortal Venerable and only ask for three days to investigate the truth."
Everyone was shocked.
"Immortal Yun!" Elder Xun's pupils trembled, and he looked at him in disbelief, "He is born with a demonic body!"
Jiang Shutong's lips opened and closed, and it took a long while before he found his voice again. "Immortal Venerable, you... do you understand the meaning of this action? The situation is irreversible now. If Xie Wuyang is truly innocent, I will definitely..."
"What will happen?" Yun Wanzhou's fingertips shrank when they touched Xie Wuyang's cold skin, and his heart felt like it was being tightly grasped. "Interrogation, punishment... He has already suffered it all."
Jiang Shutong lowered his gaze and murmured, "What if the Immortal Sect doesn't allow it?"
In the eyes of the world, the Immortal Lord of the Sky is like the snow on the top of a mountain, spotless and high above.
It is beautiful, but it always seems out of touch with reality and inhumane.
Jiang Shutong also thought so, so when he was wronged and at a loss, and this person came down from the sky to protect him behind him, the young men's hearts were pounding with respect and admiration, and they dared not blaspheme.
But at this moment, the snow on the top of the mountain suddenly melted and fell to the earth.
When their eyes met, Jiang Shutong saw uneasiness, uneasiness, worry, and even the determination to make a desperate attempt when facing despair.
Jiang Shutong realized belatedly that no matter how powerful and formidable Yun Wanzhou was, he was just a mortal with flesh and blood.
The disciples below the stage were either shocked or frightened, but none of them moved rashly.
Elder Guo stood up at some point, took out a token and held it high above his head: "This is the leader's order given by the previous leader. Although Jiang Lin is dead, the token still exists. All disciples, listen to my orders!"
"Disciple is here." The echo was loud.
"Follow me to slay the demons and cleanse the world!"
At a command, the disciples below the stage drew their swords, rushed up to the platform, and swarmed forward.
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