Chapter 84 Betrayal "Jiang Shutong, I have come this far because...
Everything is desolate and the ground is withered and yellow.
Thick black air peeked out from the cracks in the dry earth, ready to move, as if it would pounce on and swallow up this last piece of open space in the next moment.
In the desolate scene, a long sword that was completely white stood between heaven and earth, accompanied by a faint spiritual light, and fell on the broken bronze mirror on the ground.
Xie Wuyang, dressed in black, stood not far away from Xu Pingsheng, face to face. He stood tall and straight, his brows raised, and his tone relaxed and casual, "Brother, there are many fixed predestined karmic relationships in this world, but only one can be broken."
The arm behind his back suddenly trembled. Xie Wuyang remained expressionless and said calmly, "I am the only one responsible."
The pain of tearing the soul apart came over him again, and the picture shattered and reassembled.
Fu Zhitao's eyes went dark, and when he regained consciousness, he had already returned to the Lianwu Gate.
The hand that touched the barrier felt like it was pricked by a needle, and bright red blood flowed out from between the fingers, leaving a long bloodstain on the barrier.
Fu Zhitao's eyes were blank, and her pupils suddenly shrank before she came to her senses.
The scenes she had just seen flashed before her eyes. Fuzhitao withdrew her hand tremblingly and looked at her palm.
The spiritual energy in the barrier backfired, burning anyone who attempted to invade until their flesh and blood were blurred.
Fuzhitao's face turned pale as she recalled the last scene she saw—
Xie Wuyang hid behind his back, his right hand covered in blood.
It really was broken snow.
Fu Zhitao's eyes flickered, and he clenched his right fist, letting the pain spread across his arm.
Just at this moment, the sound of Ling Feng cutting came to my ears.
The sword energy brushed across the shoe surface like a warning, leaving a bottomless crack in front of him.
Fuzhitao turned around blankly.
Jiang Lin was followed by dozens of disciples with grim expressions. The spiritual power of the spiritual weapons in their hands was boiling, as if they would roar and pounce on the Peach of Fortune at any time.
"Friend Fu, what are you doing here?"
"I..." Fu Zhitao's lips trembled, and she tried to look more fierce. "What did you do to my master and junior brother?"
Jiang Lin remained unmoved, smiling broadly, "Little Immortal Friend, have you misunderstood something? I haven't seen Immortal Yun for a long time."
"You're lying!" Fu Zhitao was so angry that her face turned red. "My master was clearly imprisoned in Lianwu by you. How come you haven't seen him?"
"Oh?" Jiang Lin raised his eyebrows with interest. "Then what evidence do you have, Little Immortal Fu, to prove that I imprisoned Immortal Venerable Yun? Just your picture?"
Jiang Lin covered his chest and pretended to be extremely heartbroken. "If that's the case, how can Jiang be innocent?"
"Stop pretending to be pitiful!" Fu Zhitao pulled out a talisman from his waist, turned around and rushed towards the barrier, "I will rescue my master today!"
The talisman in his hand blossomed into brilliant golden flowers. The veins on Fu Zhitao's arms were exposed, and he threw the talisman paper forward fiercely.
The collision of spiritual power made a roar, and smoke billowed in an instant.
Jiang Lin smiled kindly, his calm face gradually hidden by the smoke.
Fu Zhitao stepped back and took a closer look.
After the smoke cleared, the barrier stood there, gleaming with light and intact.
The attack just now was just like a stone thrown into the lake, and it returned to normal in a moment.
"Little Immortal Fu, stop wasting your energy. This formation is a legacy passed down through generations of our Lianwu clan. Let alone a Jindan, even a Yuanying, you can't possibly shake it." Jiang Lin paused, hinting, "Besides, your master isn't here either."
Fuzhitao clenched her fists and her eyes were red.
Fuzhitao has always known that she is useless.
When my fellow apprentice brothers of the same age were learning their first set of sword techniques, they couldn't even hold the sword steadily when they raised their hands. Later, they finally managed to hold the sword steadily. However, the other apprentice brothers had already learned several sets of sword techniques.
It was as if everyone was at the top, and I was the only one left at the foot of the mountain, slowly being swallowed by the cold wind and loneliness.
Later, Yun Wanzhou told him that everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses, and the sword is only one of them.
Fu Zhitao believed it, and from then on he studied swordsmanship and delved into the study of spells and arrays.
In just three years, he learned all the formations in the North Pavilion of the Cangqiong Mountain Library.
Later, he discovered that all the formations had the same basic principles, so he spent another two years creating his first set of formations.
He is clearly extremely talented, so why can't he break the barrier before him at this point?
Fu Zhitao didn't pay any attention to Jiang Lin's thoughts. He frowned and kept rummaging through his Qiankun bag. In the end, the things inside were scattered all over the floor. He used dozens of talismans, but the barrier in front of him didn't change at all.
Jiang Lin looked condescending, as if admiring something interesting. "Little Immortal Fu, are you only aware of these useless spells?"
Fuzhitao didn't say anything, but just curled her fingertips.
"In that case, the matter of Immortal Friend Fu disturbing the barrier without authorization should also come to an end." Jiang Lin waved his right hand, suppressed his smile, and ordered in a deep voice, "Take him away."
Several Lianwu disciples stepped forward quickly, one on the left and one on the right, twisting Fu Zhitao's arms behind his back.
Just as the group was about to leave, a piece of talisman paper suddenly floated over from a distance and slowly landed at Jiang Lin's feet.
Jiang Lin frowned and took a look.
I saw that the talisman paper was covered with a few messy lines, the cinnabar was dazzling, and the intention was unclear, as if it was drawn casually by a disciple when he was bored.
Jiang Lin turned his gaze away indifferently and followed him.
The next moment, a powerful force surged from under his feet and swept through Jiang Lin's body with lightning speed.
Jiang Lin felt the blood in his body freeze and his expression suddenly changed.
"Master Jiang, what's wrong with you?" The Lianwu disciple closest to him was the first to notice something was wrong and asked.
Jiang Lin's face was as black as charcoal and he said nothing.
Another younger voice answered for him, "Those who do too much evil will eventually perish. God can't stand it, and he's getting his retribution."
Wu Hanfeng was dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, with his hands behind his back, his unsheathed spirit sword tucked at his waist, his right hand hanging down, with several pieces of talisman paper sandwiched between his fingers.
At the same time, Jiang Shutong arrived late, with messy hair and dark circles under his eyes.
Morality and gratitude divide reason into two halves, and it is impossible to have both.
Jiang Shutong looked away, looking very embarrassed, "Master..."
Jiang Lin suddenly flew into a rage, shouting fiercely, "Don't call me Master!"
Jiang Shutong closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Why did Master become like this?"
Jiang Lin sneered, "What do I look like now? Tell me what I look like now."
Jiang Shutong looked reluctant and turned his head away, "Colluding with the demons, imprisoning the Immortal Lord, and disregarding human life."
"You say I disregarded human life? Do you think anyone in my position can guarantee clean hands?" Jiang Lin's lips were bleeding. His whole body was filled with spiritual power, and he unexpectedly broke free from the spell. He raised his hand and pointed at Wu Hanfeng, "Is that you, Wu Hanfeng?"
Jiang Lin's eyes were red like a devil. Holding a spiritual weapon that he had summoned at some point, he walked quickly towards Wu Hanfeng.
"If a man does not work for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth. You know very well how you ascended to the position of the head of the sect. How dare you criticize me here?!"
The sword energy broke through the wind, passed by the ear, and left a blood mark.
At the same time, his hair fell to the ground, and Wu Hanfeng's body was as steady as a rock, without any fear. "I have a clear conscience."
Jiang Lin swung his sword again and cursed angrily, "That's because you are shameless!"
"Jiang Lin!" Jiang Shutong threw the spiritual weapon with his backhand to block the oncoming attack.
"Master, please stop being so stubborn." Jiang Lin's chest heaved violently as he suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart. "I have never thought of taking anything away from you."
Jiang Lin's strength did not decrease at all, forcing Jiang Shutong to retreat step by step. "If you really consider me your master, you should not have betrayed me from the beginning."
"I have never thought of betrayal..."
There was a loud bang when the spirit swords collided, and both men's arms shook and staggered back.
Wu Hanfeng had already thrown all the talismans in his hand away without knowing when. He also dragged Jiang Shutong with him, looking impatient. "Master Jiang has plenty of opportunities to reminisce with Master, but my junior brother can't afford to waste any time now."
Jiang Shutong closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and recalled the spiritual weapon. "Master, I will definitely take over and make amends for the sins you have committed. I hope Master will take care of himself."
After he finished speaking, Jiang Shutong took one last look at Jiang Lin, his eyes filled with sadness and pity, and finally there was a dead silence.
Everything he learned since childhood was dedicated to eliminating evil and defending justice.
But now, the man who taught him how to be a good person and how to use a sword has become a demon whose death is not worth regretting. How ironic.
Jiang Shutong gritted his teeth, ignored Jiang Lin's shouting and cursing behind him, walked straight towards the barrier, and took out the leader's token in his hand.
"Jiang Shutong, I've come this far thanks to you." Jiang Lin staggered towards him, his smile evil and arrogant, murderous and heartbreaking. "Why didn't you just die ten years ago?"
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The dense forest illusion suddenly shook, trees collapsed, and dust rose up.
The black fog seemed to be inspired by something, rolling and condensing madly, rushing towards the bronze mirror from all directions.
Xie Wuyang felt his soul tremble, his knees went weak and he fell to the ground.
"Thank you, Junior Brother!" Xu Pingsheng looked anxious and wanted to go forward to help him, but his face was covered with sand by the oncoming wind.
Xie Wuyang held his head in his hands, looking painful.
It felt like millions of ants were gnawing at my skull, deep into my brain.
Xu Pingsheng struggled several times to no avail. Just as he was about to pull out his Phoenix Feather to force his way through, Xie Wuyang suddenly raised his hand from behind layers of mist, "Senior Brother..."
Xie Wuyang's eyes were bloodshot and blood was oozing from his eyebrows. He forced himself to mobilize the last bit of consciousness and took out the talisman paper from his waist.
He no longer had the strength to use his spiritual power, so he could only ask Xu Pingsheng for help, "Quick, quick, send a message to Master..."
"Okay, I'll pass it on now." Xu Pingsheng responded hurriedly and waved his hand.
Strands of crimson spiritual energy flowed into the talisman paper, pulling it into the air.
"Uncle Yun." Xu Pingsheng swallowed his saliva, a little nervous, "Uncle Yun, can you hear me?"
There was a rubbing sound coming from the talisman paper, mixed with the roar of a monster. After a long time, Yun Wanzhou's intermittent voice finally came, "How is it?"
"The barrier has been broken, the secret realm won't last much longer. Uncle Master, please hurry up..." Xu Pingsheng glanced at Xie Wuyang lying on the ground. His hair was disheveled and his body was trembling. Even if he couldn't see his expression clearly, he could guess his current state. "Junior Brother Xie..."
Yun Wanzhou's words came out on the talisman paper, "Wait for me."
As soon as he finished speaking, before Xu Pingsheng could finish his words, he cut off the voice transmission and there was no news from him.
Xu Pingsheng tried to transmit the message several more times until the talisman paper completely lost its effect and turned into ashes, then he gave up.
Holding on to the sliver of hope of survival in his heart, Xu Pingsheng sighed, thinking of saying something comforting to reassure Xie Wuyang. However, when he turned around, he discovered that Xie Wuyang had fainted at some point.
His breathing was heavy, his face was as pale as paper, and his whole body looked even more miserable than the seriously injured man.
Thinking of Xie Wuyang's previous concern for Yun Wanzhou, and comparing it with his own speculations about him, Xu Pingsheng suddenly felt ashamed.
This kind of person doesn't look like a heretic at all.
Most of the black fog in the dense forest illusion has dissipated. After Yun Wanzhou and Xu Pingsheng communicated with each other, they did not contact each other again.
As it was getting dark and monsters were howling all around, Xu Pingsheng felt extremely troubled.
Their current situation could change at any time. Every moment was a matter of life and death, and they could not afford to delay any further.
The only solution now is to take Xie Wuyang away first, reunite with other disciples, and then find a way to rescue Yun Wanzhou.
After weighing the pros and cons, Xu Pingsheng sighed and slowly walked towards the sleeping Xie Wuyang.
Before he could do anything, the person in front of him suddenly fluttered his eyelashes and opened his eyes.
"Junior Brother Xie?" Xu Pingsheng paused as he tried to help Xie Wuyang up, then squatted down with an excited look on his face and held onto his shoulders. "How do you feel?"
Xie Wuyang had not yet come back to his senses, his eyes were scattered and he didn't know where to look.
Just when Xu Pingsheng's heart was about to rise to his throat again, the person in front of him blinked and suddenly focused his eyes behind Xu Pingsheng.
His throat was hoarse, and he even felt a little aggrieved. "Master..."
Xu Pingsheng tightened his fingertips and turned around immediately.
In the smoke and dust, a figure walked towards them, standing tall and straight.
On the blurred face, a pair of eyes were cold and lonely, as if they were seeped in winter frost and snow, falling on the two of them from a distance.
Xie Wuyang felt his breathing stagnate and even forgot the pain in his body.
The vast sky and earth form a harmonious scene, with trees and forests as the background. The white clothes are stained with blood, like a red plum blossom blooming in the wild forest.
"Uncle Master." Xu Pingsheng was the first to come back to his senses and went to greet him.
Yun Wanzhou nodded in response, "Are you injured?"
Xu Pingsheng avoided the main point and said, "It's okay."
Yun Wanzhou saw that he could run and jump, so he thought that he was fine, and then he turned his attention to Xie Wuyang.
"Master..." Looking at the person getting closer and closer, Xie Wuyang felt an itch in his throat. He subconsciously raised his arms to stand up, but suddenly, a pair of slightly cool fingertips pressed on his forehead.
At the same time, Yun Wanzhou bent down and leaned forward, closing the distance between the two.
The eyebrows and eyes are facing each other, and even the fine hairs on the face are clearly visible.
Xie Wuyang was stunned, staring at Yun Wanzhou's drooping eyelashes, and felt his heart beating like a drum.
The spiritual power on the forehead flows warmly and separates at the touch.
Going back and forth like this made even the Demon Lord, who had experienced a lot, feel itchy all over and unable to sit still.
Xie Wuyang looked away, but when he touched the bloodstain on Yun Wanzhou's robe, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and clenched his fingertips on his forehead, "Master is injured?"
Yun Wanzhou said nothing, but his spiritual power continued to flow.
Xie Wuyang's fingertips exerted a little more force, "Disciple is fine, Master, there is no need to worry so much."
As soon as he finished speaking, the spiritual power on his forehead suddenly became stronger.
Xie Wuyang's brows knitted together, his expression darkening, "Master, what are you doing..."
"Don't you realize that the demonic energy in your body is unstable?" Yun Wanzhou said in a cold tone.
Xie Wuyang was startled by the anger that was faintly visible in his eyes, and subconsciously explained, "Disciple has never used demonic energy."
"Not using it doesn't mean it won't have any impact," Yun Wanzhou said sternly. "The demonic energy in your body has been unrestrained. If you're not careful, it could be exploited by someone with ulterior motives. How can you be so careless?"
Thinking of how Xie Wuyang had arbitrarily broken the protective aura and moved the Nightmare Stone, Yun Wanzhou felt more and more depressed. Even though he tried his best to look normal, his chaotic spiritual power and the sudden force of his fingertips still exposed his true state of mind.
Xie Wuyang was stunned by the concern in Yun Wanzhou's words. His grip on his fingertips suddenly loosened, and he blurted out the words in his mind, "Master, are you worried about me?"
The force on his forehead intensified, and with the last bit of spiritual energy injected into him, Yun Wanzhou's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, "No."
"Oh." His eyes fell on Yun Wanzhou's red earrings. Xie Wuyang suppressed the corners of his lips and replied seriously, "Whatever the Master says is true."
As soon as the last word fell, the broken snow in his hand was suddenly taken away by a strong force.
Yun Wanzhou pursed his lips, buried his head and put the broken snow on his waist, as if refusing to communicate.
This was the first time in years that Xie Wuyang had seen such an open expression of emotion, and he held up his head in curiosity.
Yun Wanzhou turned around, and Xie Wuyang stared at his back. Yun Wanzhou raised his foot, and Xie Wuyang's gaze fell on his fluttering robe again.
The long-awaited sunset dyed half the sky red, stretching the shadows on the ground very long
It was not until Yun Wanzhou and Xu Pingsheng stood in front of the bronze mirror, one in front of the other, that Xie Wuyang moved slowly.
He pushed his arms back and was about to get up and catch up when the person standing in front of the bronze mirror suddenly turned around. His eyes, like deep pools, were bathed in the afterglow, and his whole person softened a lot.
Yun Wanzhou frowned slightly, his voice still cold and indifferent, "Why don't you catch up?"
Xie Wuyang got up from the ground, his tone carrying an undisguised smile, "I'm coming."
The barrier between the bronze mirror and the outside world was reconnected, and the distorted platform was faintly visible under the crack.
Xie Wuyang carefully raised his hand and touched the bronze mirror, and his fingertips instantly sank halfway into it.
In the outside world, there is a gentle breeze and warm sunshine.
A familiar voice came from the bronze mirror, "Junior Brother, is that you?"
A magnified and distorted face suddenly appeared, as if it wanted to penetrate the bronze mirror and stick to Xie Wuyang's face.
Xie Wuyang was startled and abruptly withdrew his fingertips.
"Junior brother?" Noticing his abnormality, the face in the bronze mirror moved.
Xie Wuyang frowned and observed for a long time, and finally recognized the owner of the blurry facial features.
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