Chapter 154: Relieving Worry "If you have any worries, you can tell me. ...
In the great battle in the world of cultivation not long ago, although the immortal sect won and killed the demon, there were still many casualties among the disciples.
In addition, Xie Wuyang's original martial arts method was sinister, and unless Xie Wuyang's body was completely destroyed, the people in the immortal sect would be uneasy.
Even if it means risking becoming an enemy of Yun Wanzhou, they must get rid of this major threat.
Outside the Demon Palace, hundreds of disciples from hundreds of immortal sects gathered.
The spiritual power is vast and the pressure is overwhelming.
Hundreds of disciples were on high alert, waiting for the demons or Yun Wanzhou to appear carrying Xie Wuyang's body.
The demons with higher cultivation levels were imprisoned in the Immortal Gate, and the rest were servants and maids with low spiritual power, the elderly, the weak, women and children, none of whom were capable of fighting.
Even Yun Wanzhou has to consider his own reputation.
What they didn't expect was that Yun Wanzhou would come alone to confront them.
The new head of the Soul-Separating Sect, leading the charge, seethed with rage, clutching a spiritual weapon. "Immortal Yun, we respect your contributions during the war and have repeatedly tolerated you. Yet, you are so ungrateful that you secretly concealed the demon's corpse. Do you still respect our sect?!"
An elder nearby, wearing similar attire, pulled him aside and said, "Master, you are right. This person's cultivation is unfathomable. It's best not to offend him."
After venting his anger, the new leader realized this belatedly and stopped talking with reluctance on his face.
The elder beside him said with a chuckle, "The Sect Leader is young and full of vigor. I hope the Immortal Master won't take issue with him. I heard that the remnants of the Demon Realm, in order to seize their master's body, took advantage of the Immortal Master's unpreparedness and severely injured him, imprisoning several of him in the Demon Realm. Fortunately, the Immortal Master has recovered from his injuries and regained his cultivation. His return to the Immortal Sect will also increase our chances of victory in today's matter."
This man was indeed an elder of the Soul-Separating Sect. He was very tactful and cleared Yun Wanzhou from the matter with just a few words.
As long as Yun Wanzhou responded, not only could he preserve his reputation, but after successfully retrieving the Demon Lord's corpse, he would also gain glory and be praised by everyone.
Yun Wanzhou said nothing.
The Soul-Separating Sect elder thought he had impressed him, and confidently continued his persuasion, "That devil killed countless people in his lifetime, including the entire Wuxiang clan, and even made our former Soul-Separating Sect leader die with grievances. These alone are enough to crush this devil to ashes, and he will never be reincarnated again!"
"Tu Wuxiang's entire family?" Yun Wanzhou finally spoke.
He was usually indifferent, but now his voice was tinged with sarcasm, making the elder suspect he had misheard. He said in a daze, "Yes. This is known to everyone in the world."
"Everyone in the world knows? But has anyone seen it with their own eyes?" Yun Wanzhou asked aggressively.
After just two sentences, the elder fell silent.
The new leader said, "Xie Wuyang killed our leader, and everyone saw it!"
"Speaking of this, I'd like to ask everyone here," Yun Wanzhou's eyes suddenly became sharp as he swept over the new Sect Leader, "During the battle, Sect Leader Hong set up a killing array inside the Saint Burial Tomb. Does anyone know?"
Yun Wanzhou glanced over the crowd.
Hundreds of disciples from the Immortal Sect all stammered and remained silent.
Yun Wanzhou understood everything in an instant.
He had secluded himself from the world for five hundred years, ignoring the grudges of the world. Later, he agreed to enter the world to fight against the demons at Cangqiong Mountain. In addition to the favor Cangqiong Mountain had done him, it was mainly because he met a person during his travels to Xiangling Mountain.
Arrogant and extravagant, a far cry from the past.
Yun Wanzhou even thought that he had recognized the wrong person, but the moment they looked at each other, he could read a bit of bitter melancholy and loneliness in those passionate eyes.
Deep in love, we haven't seen each other for years.
Yun Wanzhou held a sword that was similar to Zhuxie's but completely different from him, and listened to him talk about the origin of this spiritual weapon.
When old friends meet again, memories emerge.
But he is the only one who remembers it.
Some people could no longer endure the silent oppression and spoke carefully, "Immortal Venerable, we have no choice but to resort to this desperate measure. You..."
"If you hadn't insisted on provoking the war, why would Sect Leader Hong have died tragically?"
No one said anything.
Every question Yun Wanzhou asked was something they had actually done.
It was just a tacit understanding among the immortals, who thought that as long as they could get rid of Xie Wuyang, they would use any means.
When these tacit tricks are exposed, they cannot explain themselves even if they have a thousand mouths.
The new leader stiffened his neck and argued, "The feud between Xie Wuyang and the Wuxiang Sect is well known to everyone. The Immortal Venerable is eloquent and we naturally cannot argue with him, but the people of the cultivation world are watching with open eyes! I beg the Immortal Venerable to weigh the matter carefully before making a decision!"
Xie Wuyang's construction of the Holy Tomb was a waste of money and labor, and the people were all resentful.
Changing people's prejudice against Xie Wuyang is not something that can be done overnight.
Yun Wanzhou said without hesitation, "What if I can prove his innocence?"
The new leader's eyes widened, as if he had heard something really funny. "Prove his innocence? Prove whose innocence? Could it be that Yun Xianzun has been in the demon clan for so long that he actually believes that Xie Wuyang didn't do these things?"
"Yes." Yun Wanzhou said firmly, his dark eyes scanning the crowd seriously, "Within three days, I will prove his innocence."
The new leader was so infuriated by Yun Wanzhou's confident tone that he was speechless for a long time. It was not until the elder beside him nudged him with his elbow that he came to his senses and snorted coldly, "What if the Immortal Venerable can't prove the innocence of that demon within three days?"
Yun Wanzhou said, "I will follow the Sect Master back to the Immortal Sect."
The new leader's eyes lit up, "I hope the Immortal Venerable will remember what I said today."
"good."
As long as Yun Wanzhou follows them back to the Immortal Gate, the mob that is still lingering in the Demon Realm will naturally be nothing to be afraid of.
In this case, are you still worried about not being able to get Xie Wuyang's body?
The new leader pondered for a moment and felt that Yun Wanzhou was merely struggling to survive. He immediately waved his hand and said, "All disciples, listen to my orders. Follow me back to the mountain and wait for orders."
"Yes." Hundreds of disciples said in unison, their voices resounding.
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"My Lord, the people from the Immortal Sect have already retreated."
When Xie Wuyang heard about this, Yun Wanzhou had not returned yet.
He sat on the golden chair in the hall, his body leaning back, his drooping eyelashes covering his eyes, making it difficult to discern his expression.
After the attendant finished speaking, Xie Wuyang fell silent. He neither gave any other instructions nor allowed anyone to leave.
The servant's legs were numb from being dragged so hard, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He kept wondering if he had said something wrong and offended this fickle master.
After an unknown amount of time, Xie Wuyang's hoarse voice could be heard from the hall. "Any wine?"
The attendant nodded repeatedly. "Yes. What would your Excellency like to drink?"
Xie Wuyang asked, "Is there any beauty drunk?"
The attendant nodded and said, "I'll get it right away."
The jar of Beauty Drunk that was served at the Wax Apple Gate was indeed mellow and fragrant, but it was not rare in the Demon Palace.
Not long after the servant left, he brought cups and wine.
A maidservant was quick-witted and wanted to pour wine for him, but before her hand touched the jar, Xie Wuyang raised his hand to block it.
"No need. You guys can leave first."
Several people nodded in agreement.
Soon, Xie Wuyang was the only one left in the huge palace.
Without the prying eyes of outsiders, Xie Wuyang could finally vent his emotions that had been buried for a long time.
He sat up in despair, picked up the wine jar with one hand and took a big gulp. The spicy taste of the wine slid down his throat into his stomach, which made him feel better.
Xie Wuyang sighed deeply, his free hand curled slightly, and a yellow talisman appeared out of thin air. Using cinnabar as a brush and spiritual energy as a guide, the talisman resembled several large characters stacked on top of each other, connecting the two places. One side represented Xie Wuyang, the other Yun Wanzhou.
It was the sound transmission note that was activated.
Xie Wuyang changed to a wine glass, filled it with wine, but didn't drink it. He just played with it in his hand.
His expression grew increasingly gloomy as he stared at the talisman paper. He lifted his fingertips holding the wine glass, and the sound transmission talisman instantly turned to ashes.
At the same time, Yun Wanzhou walked into the palace.
"Why are you drinking?"
Yun Wanzhou smelled a strong smell of alcohol as soon as he entered the room. He stopped in front of Xie Wuyang and frowned as he looked at the wine jars on the ground.
"You don't like me drinking?" Xie Wuyang asked.
Yun Wanzhou didn't know what memory this sentence brought back, but he became a little uncomfortable. He quickly adjusted himself and said, "No."
Xie Wuyang leaned over, propped up his head, and curled his eyes at Yun Wanzhou. "Would you like to have a drink with me?"
Yun Wanzhou glanced at the red corners of his eyes and pursed his lips, "You are drunk."
Xie Wuyang stared at the wine glass in his hand for a moment, and said vaguely, "It seems so."
Xie Wuyang drank the rest of the wine in one gulp, then picked up the jar to pour more wine.
Yun Wanzhou held down his hand that was holding the wine jar.
"Drinking is harmful to your health."
Xie Wuyang retorted, "A little drink will soothe your spirits."
Yun Wanzhou insisted, "A little drink won't make you drunk."
Xie Wuyang raised his eyes and met Yun Wanzhou's gaze, but for a moment he could not find any words to refute.
When people encounter troubles, they always need to talk to friends, but Xie Wuyang has no friends. So drinking becomes his only way to relieve his worries.
Drink when you are free, drink when you are bored. Drink when you are happy, drink when you are sad.
Over time, his alcohol tolerance naturally improved. How could he get drunk with just two or three sips of wine?
But there are some things that can only be asked when you are drunk.
Xie Wuyang drunkenly shook his head, "Master is so overbearing. He doesn't drink himself, so why doesn't he allow others to drink?"
Yun Wanzhou didn't know how to explain to the drunkard for a moment, so he raised his hand and snatched the jar back from his hand.
Xie Wuyang opened another jar of wine and poured it into his mouth.
Yun Wanzhou was troubled by his appearance. "If you have anything bothering you, you can tell me."
Xie Wuyang stopped drinking and looked over the wine jar at Yun Wanzhou. "Are you willing to listen?"
Yun Wanzhou hummed softly.
After getting the response he wanted, Xie Wuyang put down the wine jar.
"Why are you speaking for me?"
If the immortal sect wants to grind me into ashes, then let them do it. Why are you speaking for me?
Xie Wuyang lowered his eyelids to hide the worry that flashed across his eyes. His gaze fell on the wine jar and he forced himself not to drink any more.
He was afraid that if he got really drunk, he would not remember what Yun Wanzhou said today.
He has many, many questions he wants to talk to him about.
Yun Wanzhou was silent for a long time, "I'm sorry about the Wuxiang Sect incident."
"Do you mean you failed to stop me from killing people? Or do you mean you failed to save those disciples of Wuxiang Sect?" Xie Wuyang's tone was lazy and casual, as if he didn't care about the matter at all.
Yun Wanzhou's eyelashes trembled suddenly, and when his eyes met Xie Wuyang's, they were filled with guilt and regret.
Xie Wuyang didn't know why he felt regretful, but he could clearly see the heartache underneath the regret. "When you were being criticized by thousands of people, I couldn't stand by your side."
Xie Wuyang's body stiffened slightly, then he sneered: "I killed the man, and I slaughtered the people in the villa. I, Xie Wuyang, dare to take responsibility for my actions, so why should I be afraid of being criticized by thousands of people?"
"I've been to Wuxiangmen." Yun Wanzhou's eyes were deep, and he easily saw through all of Xie Wuyang's disguises.
Xie Wuyang's eyes trembled and he lost his voice in an instant.
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