Chapter 122 Defection "If Master is still afraid, just kill me..."
There was chaos, blades clashed, spiritual weapons clashed, and the sounds were piercing.
Someone suddenly shouted "Demons pretending to be disciples of the immortal sect", and a disciple wearing a formless disciple uniform was stabbed through the heart and fell to the ground with a thud. Blood formed a river and flowed all the way until it dyed the ground under Xie Wuyang's feet red.
Elder Guo's robes fluttered as he landed a toe in front of Xie Wuyang, drawing his sword and pointing it at him: "Xie Wuyang, you killed your fellow disciples. You deserve death!"
At the same time, the corpse on the ground turned into a ball of black gas and disappeared.
The disciples of the immortal sect gnashed their teeth, were filled with resentment, and their morale was high.
No one could see clearly who killed Wuxiang's disciple, but everyone believed that it was Xie Wuyang who killed him.
Just like when Wuxiang Villa was destroyed overnight, no one got any evidence, but everyone pointed their swords at Xie Wuyang.
Xie Wuyang's lips moved, and he wanted to say something with a pale face, but suddenly his eyes were covered by a beautiful hand.
"No need to explain." Yun Wanzhou said.
Some words were not said, but Xie Wuyang understood them all.
Yun Wanzhou knew and trusted him, so he didn't need to explain.
"Kill the demons and avenge my blood!"
"The demons deserve to die!"
I don’t know whose sword stabbed whose heart, or whose spiritual weapon chopped off whose head. Blood gushed out, the air was filled with blood, and wailing was everywhere.
They kill each other without anyone realizing it, just like crazy.
A flash of cold light flashed before his eyes. Jiang Shutong dodged to the side, barely avoiding the incoming blade. His composure faded as he pointed a finger behind the disciple's ear. A spell emanated from his lips, his brow furrowed as he sternly pronounced the word "break." The disciple froze, his expression clear as if he had just woken from a dream. "Master... Master?"
Jiang Shutong put his index fingers together, and a stream of spiritual energy fell into the disciple's palm. He spoke hurriedly, "Quickly cast this spell on other disciples."
After saying that, he turned around in a hurry, but he couldn't find Elder Guo who had just held up the token to command his disciples.
Jiang Shutong's face turned pale instantly.
On the other side, Yun Wanzhou struck the chest of the disciple who was blocking the two men with a palm, and his feet moved quickly, turning his wrist to try to pull out the broken snow.
Unexpectedly, a ray of light flew towards him, forcing him to dodge sideways and take a few steps back with Xie Wuyang.
Immediately afterwards, several disciples, who had planned ahead, stood in front of Yun Wanzhou, separating him from the broken snow.
"Master... Master..." Xie Wuyang frowned and nervously pulled Yun Wanzhou's sleeve tightly.
Yun Wanzhou's sharp expression suddenly softened. He raised his hand to smooth his brows. "If you're tired, just take a nap. When you wake up, we'll go home."
Xie Wuyang's consciousness had long been fuzzy, but after hearing these words, he regained consciousness, "Are we going back to... Cangqiong Mountain?"
Yun Wanzhou was silent for a long time before he softly said "hmm": "It doesn't matter where we go back to."
No matter it is Cangqiong Mountain or not, as long as we are together, we can go to the ends of the earth, to the four corners of the world... anywhere is fine.
…are all home.
The blood splashed on Xie Wuyang's face, and the scorching heat made him sober for a moment. Xie Wuyang raised his eyes with effort and saw Yun Wanzhou's tightly pursed lips and uncomfortably frowned brows, which were filled with heavy sorrow. Xie Wuyang wanted to raise his hand to wipe the blood away for him, but he used all his strength but only curled up his fingertips.
The chill in his body brought Xie Wuyang back to the biting snowy night of his childhood. He curled up in a corner separated by a wall, secretly longing for the light in the house.
The table was filled with wine and meat, and steam was rising. All that belonged to him was the biting cold and the uncertainty of whether he would ever see daylight again.
Until a pair of hands landed on his shoulders, sweeping away the non-existent snow. "If you are tired, just sleep. When you wake up, everything will be over."
Will it pass?
The filth hidden in his bones, the blood on his hands...will it ever pass?
An invisible pair of hands ravaged his heart, tearing and pulling, as if wanting to crush it.
Xie Wuyang opened his lips slightly and let out an uncontrollable gasp. Suddenly, a dry and astringent feeling surged in his throat, causing him to open his eyes.
It was pitch black and it took me a long time to see clearly.
A handful of bright flame flickered, and the warm yellow light shone on the stone wall, revealing its uneven surface.
Excessive sleepiness made Xie Wuyang dizzy and drowsy. He couldn't figure out where he was. He stared at the gray stone wall for a while before he moved his head belatedly and turned his head as if he sensed something.
Yun Wanzhou held the broken snow in his hand and stood with his hands behind his back, his back straight and proud. His thin white inner garment was stained with blood, which made him look lonely and fragile for no reason.
"Master..." The sound caused a sharp itch in his throat. Xie Wuyang coughed violently, and his chest shook violently, and his internal organs seemed to be falling apart.
Yun Wanzhou hurriedly turned around and supported Xie Wuyang's body as he was about to fall. "I'm here."
Yun Wanzhou gently patted Xie Wuyang's back, comforting him while speaking with concern, "But where does it hurt?"
"I just wasn't paying attention for a moment and choked..." Xie Wuyang suppressed a cough, propped himself up, and forced a smile towards Yun Wanzhou, "Master, I'm not used to this..."
"I'm stronger than you, are you feeling uncomfortable?" Yun Wanzhou moved his hands lightly, like a goose feather brushing against his heart, making Xie Wuyang's heart soften.
Xie Wuyang raised his hand and grasped Yun Wanzhou's wrist. His pale face no longer held the youthful vigor of the past. "Master, there's no need to be like this. I'm not some fragile piece of porcelain."
"and you……"
"I thought that after that day, Master would no longer care about me."
Yun Wanzhou's hands froze, "I'm not ignoring you."
"But Master always avoids me on purpose." Xie Wuyang pouted, looking particularly aggrieved. He wanted to get closer to Yun Wanzhou, but it pulled his wound, causing him to grimace in pain for a moment. He had no choice but to give up the idea. "Master didn't even tell me he was going to Fengying Town."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Wuyang realized that what he said was a bit inappropriate, and turned his head to look at Yun Wanzhou.
Yun Wanzhou's eyebrows were lowered, and his expression was difficult to discern. Only his eyelashes cast a faint shadow, which made people feel a little sad.
"Master, I..." Xie Wuyang felt a sharp pain from the wound left by the frost needle, and his face turned pale, and he stopped talking instantly.
The chill was piercing, spreading throughout the body, like millions of ants gnawing at the flesh.
Xie Wuyang was speechless for a moment, and fell to the ground with his body hunched over, with cold sweat oozing from his forehead.
"I'm fine, I'm fine..." When he was about to land, a slightly cold hand supported Xie Wuyang's forehead, the tone was panicked and anxious.
Xie Wuyang opened his eyelids and wanted to take a look at the expression of the person next to him, but he found that it was pitch black in front of him and he could not see anything clearly.
He felt as if he was split into two halves, one half was the pain that gnawed at his bones and broke his heart, and the other half was the itch that grew inch by inch. As the two overlapped, Xie Wuyang wished he could bite off his tongue to give himself a quick death.
The moment the taste of rust invaded his mouth, two fingers pried open his teeth and tightened them.
Yun Wanzhou's voice was like the best and coldest medicine in the world, penetrating through the gaps between the bones and bringing back Xie Wuyang's last bit of consciousness.
"Don't bite yourself." Yun Wanzhou slowly pulled out two of his fingers. "It will hurt."
What were you biting? Xie Wuyang was in so much pain that his mind was blurring and his body was convulsing.
At the same time, the fingertips pulled away, and something else was used to pry open the lips and teeth.
There was another burst of tingling and numbness, and Xie Wuyang let out a painful groan from his nose. He suddenly exerted force with his teeth and bit down hard.
The taste of another person's blood spread between his lips and teeth, like drinking poison to quench thirst, and an indescribable shudder swept through his body.
Xie Wuyang's teeth chattered, and in a trance, he realized who he was biting.
In the following days, Xie Wuyang's consciousness was always hazy, on the edge of half asleep and half awake. Sometimes he opened his eyes in the daytime, and sometimes he opened his eyes in the dark.
Xie Wuyang couldn't tell exactly how long they had been escaping, but he vaguely remembered that they had passed through woods and deserts. In order to avoid being discovered by the immortal sect, Yun Wanzhou did not fly on a sword at all.
Once he finally regained consciousness, Yun Wanzhou was holding a bowl and feeding him porridge.
This immortal got a rough and shoddy wooden cloak from somewhere, and his face was covered in dust, which did not match Leng Leng's face at all.
Xie Wuyang rarely had the energy to tease, and his smile was forced. "How did Master get into this state? It looks like he rolled through a quagmire."
Yun Wanzhou blew on the porridge in the spoon and handed it to him. "The Immortal Sect has issued a hunting order."
Xie Wuyang was staring at the scabbed teeth marks on Yun Wanzhou's wrist in a trance when he suddenly heard these words and looked up. "Kill order?"
"Yeah. Our portraits are everywhere now."
At that moment, Xie Wuyang thought a lot in his mind, wondering how they had fallen into this situation. Later, he realized that if it weren't for him, if he hadn't been reborn in another body, if it weren't for his powerful cultivation to break the confinement set by Yun Wanzhou, Xie Wuyang would still be a low-level disciple who knew nothing, and there wouldn't be all the things that happened later. For him, Yun Wanzhou became a sinner who released the demons in the eyes of the world.
It turned out to be because of myself...
Xie Wuyang's lips moved, and every word he said was extremely difficult, "Master, I actually..."
Suddenly, there was a chaotic sound of footsteps outside, and exclamations were mixed with questions from the disciples of the immortal sect.
"Have you seen these two people?"
"No."
"Have you seen this person?"
"No, no."
"What about this person?"
…
As they got closer, Xie Wuyang stopped talking and looked out the door.
With a creaky sound, the dilapidated temple where they were hiding was pushed open.
The moment the light shone through the crack in the door, a hand grabbed Xie Wuyang's forearm and lifted him onto its back.
"They're here! Help, help!" someone shouted.
Yun Wanzhou took out the broken snow from his waist with one hand and took care of Xie Wuyang's back with the other hand. He neither used magic power nor unsheathed the sword. He fought against ten people alone and broke out of the siege with Xie Wuyang.
That day, it rained on their way to escape.
The rain, which had been delayed for a long time, finally fell, soaking the two people.
The frost needle was hurting and screaming, and Xie Wuyang's mind gradually became blurred.
This was their most difficult and longest escape.
Rain and blood mixed on his face, and Xie Wuyang trembled with pain all over, including the back where his cheek was resting.
Even the Immortal Lord has reached the end of his strength.
He shouldn't have to endure these.
His emotions were fluctuating, and the hidden illness left over from the punishment was involved. Xie Wuyang coughed violently, and the back under his cheek became increasingly stiff.
In a trance, he suddenly felt that this escape, the rain, and the person carrying him were all familiar, as if he was remembering a memory that he had forgotten for a long time.
It seemed as if this person had taken him on a run like this a long, long time ago.
Was it now? Or five hundred years from now? Was it the original body's memory? Or his? Xie Wuyang no longer had the energy to tell the difference.
After an unknown amount of time, Xie Wuyang finally managed to take a deep breath.
“Forget it…” Xie Wuyang rubbed his cheek against Yun Wanzhou’s back, as if caressing him, “Master, let me go.”
Whoever that memory happened to is now dead.
I was born and raised in the mire, a demon on the run from the heaven.
But you are different. You are the cold, flawless, and almighty Yunxianzun.
Why would you defect and risk your life for a person covered in sin?
There was a long silence.
Yun Wanzhou kept walking, and his grip on Xie Wuyang tightened for a moment. "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"I'm serious..." Xie Wuyang said weakly, "You're an Immortal Lord, they shouldn't make things difficult for you..."
"Do you really think so?" Yun Wanzhou asked.
Xie Wuyang's consciousness returned to chaos, but he was still thinking, and he didn't fall asleep. "Yes..."
His voice gradually turned into a whisper, and a long section in the middle was washed away by the rain, so Yun Wanzhou could not hear it clearly.
At the back, he had to tilt his head and get closer to barely hear the second half of his disciple's sentence, "If Master is still afraid, just kill me and take my head with you. It will be like the last thing I did for you when I came to this world..."
The second half of the sentence became a whisper, and even if Yun Wanzhou got closer, he couldn't hear it clearly.
Yun Wanzhou felt a severe lump in his throat. The feeling was similar to when Qiongrao left that year, but also a little different.
Xie Wuyang was still alive and his body was still warm. He had the ability to protect the people he wanted to protect, but his heart was still in great pain.
It felt like there were invisible hands pulling him down, and every step he took felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.
Yun Wanzhou's legs and feet felt weak, and his breathing grew heavier and heavier. His body's limits urged him to stop, but his instincts urged him to walk faster and faster.
It’s almost here… Yun Wanzhou thought to himself.
As long as they reach the Demon Realm, the people from the Immortal Sect will not dare to come again, and they will be safe.
As for the rest, I can think about it a long, long time later...
Finally exhausted.
Yun Wanzhou slipped and Xie Wuyang fell from his back and rolled onto the grass.
He hurried forward, bent down and grabbed Xie Wuyang's arm, trying to put him back on his back, but he couldn't do it.
He had no strength left. After days without food or water, his iron body had turned to dust. In the end, he could only clutch Xie Wuyang's sleeve tightly, resting his forehead on his neck, as if returning to a warm nest, and fell into a deep sleep.
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