Chapter 95 Collusion "He is my disciple."
The talisman paper in front and behind him burned, and the light blue flames flickered.
An unfamiliar spiritual power surged out from the talisman paper, hazily wrapping around the whole body, forming a barrier to block out the breath.
At the same time, a piece of talisman paper suddenly flew out and landed on the barrier that trapped Jiang Lin.
"boom--"
The spiritual powers collided, and a huge impact came upon him.
Xie Wuyang covered his face with his hands, took a few steps back, and hurried forward without waiting for the barrier to stabilize.
The moment he passed through the barrier, the magic pattern on Xie Wuyang's forehead lit up and he suddenly tilted his head.
Thousands of demonic energies gathered from all directions and rushed towards the entrance of the barrier.
It collapsed in an instant.
Xie Wuyang walked straight towards Jiang Lin without stopping.
He half-knelt down, pointed his index finger at the center of Hunpo's eyebrows, and twitched his lips slightly. "It's time."
After he finished speaking, Jiang Lin's closed eyelids trembled, revealing cloudy and dark eyes.
"Who..." His throat trembled and he made a hoarse sound.
Xie Wuyang tilted his head, his smile innocent yet sinister, "Don't you recognize me?"
"Thank you..." Jiang Lin's lips moved, and his pupils suddenly shrank as if he had seen something. "You..."
"It's me." Xie Wuyang added calmly and naturally, "Xie Wuyang."
"No...you are not..." Jiang Lin's arm, which was supported on one side, was bent into an abnormal arc. He kicked his legs on the ground twice, as if he wanted to struggle to stand up, but to no avail.
Xie Wuyang raised his eyebrows slightly, watching Jiang Lin's movements with interest. "Oh? Where is it not?"
Jiang Lin made two hoarse sounds in his throat and raised his hand with difficulty, pointing at him, "Demon...demon..."
"Ah." Xie Wuyang feigned shock and exclaimed, "I'm sorry, Sect Leader Jiang. I was so focused on breaking the barrier and rescuing you that I forgot to collect my demonic energy in my haste. I'm so sorry..."
Xie Wuyang spoke slowly, "I'm sorry to have frightened you."
Perhaps because he had lost his body and his soul was in tatters, Jiang Lin's thoughts were not clear, and he did not notice the unusualness in Xie Wuyang's words. As if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, he staggered and rushed over, "You...you are the master's man?"
"No... Impossible... How could someone like Yun Wanzhou accept a demon like you as his disciple?" Jiang Lin rejected it to himself, and suddenly pressed Xie Wuyang's wrist excitedly, "They sent you to test me, right?! These immortal sect people have bad intentions, why would they spare my life for no reason?!"
Xie Wuyang's eyes were dark and his expression was contemptuous. "Do you really think you are still alive?"
"What do you mean?" Jiang Lin's expression froze.
Xie Wuyang casually glanced at Jiang Lin's body, calmly looking at him as if he were looking at a dead object. "Just a soul."
"Soul?" Jiang Lin murmured repeatedly, his eyes catching a glimpse of his translucent lower body. He suddenly exerted force on his hands, his eyes wide open, "This is impossible! When a person dies, the soul scatters, how can the soul still be conscious?!"
Jiang Lin's hand gripping Xie Wuyang's wrist was brimming with veins, "You're clearly lying to me!"
Xie Wuyang sneered, "Master Jiang, at this point, what's the point of deceiving yourself? Didn't you hear it before entering the secret realm?"
"The Soul Cleansing Technique prevents the soul from dispersing in a short period of time. In order to find the Nightmare Stone, your good disciple and my head master went to great lengths to gather your soul for four full days."
"That's all your fault! If it weren't for you, how could I have fallen into such a state!"
"Master Jiang, what you said is not true." Xie Wuyang pried Jiang Lin's hand apart. When his eyes fell on the red marks on his wrist, he tutted softly and turned his wrist impatiently twice. "I was right to suggest the Soul Cleansing Technique, but I was helpless."
Jiang Lin didn't believe it, and asked him through gritted teeth, "Do you think I'm a fool?"
"How could that be?" Xie Wuyang's eyes flashed darkly, "If Sect Leader Jiang is really useless, why would the Lord choose Sect Leader Jiang as the contact person for the Lotus Wu Sect?"
"You..." Jiang Lin's pupils widened, "Do you know the Master?"
Xie Wuyang slowly bent down and met Jiang Shutong's gaze, "Of course."
The demonic energy around him gathered in his pupils. Xie Wuyang raised the corner of his mouth and smiled arrogantly, "The Lord took pity on Sect Leader Jiang's painstaking planning and sent me to rescue him."
"How can I trust you?"
"Now that the barrier has been opened, it's up to Sect Leader Jiang to decide whether to believe it or not. But don't blame me for not reminding you. Your soul is unstable now. If you don't find your previous body in time, your soul will be completely shattered."
The scattered footsteps came from far away and were abruptly heard in the empty dungeon.
Jiang Lin clenched his fists, as if he had made up his mind, and got up from the ground.
"I don't care why you stayed at the Immortal Sect, or how you hid it from Yun Wanzhou. I will relay everything you said today to that person, and he will decide whether it's true or not."
Xie Wuyang narrowed his eyes and nodded in agreement, "Okay."
The bright firelight illuminated the dim dungeon, and disciples from various factions dressed in different uniforms flocked in.
Xie Wuyang narrowed his eyes in anger, then slowly stood up and turned his head away.
Yun Wanzhou was dressed in white clothes as white as snow, with a cold expression. He and Wu Hanfeng walked over surrounded by disciples, and suddenly stopped.
His narrow, black eyes swept across the empty dungeon, finally landing behind Xie Wuyang. "Where's Jiang Lin?"
The current situation was clearly something he had expected, but for some reason, Xie Wuyang's heart still ached when he saw Yun Wanzhou's cold and indifferent expression.
Xie Wuyang pursed his lips, suppressing the bitterness in his heart. His raised eyebrows looked pure and innocent. "Disciple, I don't know."
"I don't know?" Wu Hanfeng sneered, "Then tell me why you are here?"
Xie Wuyang's eyelashes trembled, and he knelt on the ground with a plop, saying in a panic, "I couldn't sleep at night, so I took a walk here. Who would have thought I would see a dark shadow sneaking into the dungeon? When I followed him here, Jiang Lin was gone."
"Where's the shadow?"
"Lost it too." Xie Wuyang whispered.
His expression and tone were exactly like an ordinary disciple who had done something wrong and was afraid of being implicated.
Not getting a response, she secretly raised her eyes to glance at the person in front of her, but when her gaze met Wu Hanfeng's, she abruptly retracted it.
"Is there anyone who can testify for you?" Wu Hanfeng asked.
Xie Wuyang shook his head.
"That is to say, even if what you said is false, we have no way to verify it?" A cold light flashed in Wu Hanfeng's eyes, and he silently grasped the sword in his hand.
A golden sound was heard and a dark light flashed across.
The long sword seemed to break through the wind, pointing straight at Xie Wuyang's head, and was about to penetrate his flesh when a familiar and urgent voice suddenly fell.
“Senior Brother!”
A momentary pause.
Xie Wuyang loosened his clenched fingers and slowly raised his eyes.
What came into view was a hand with veins exposed, holding a sword.
The bright red blood dripped onto the ground through the fingers, making a slight sound.
Xie Wuyang paused for a moment, his gaze following the sword tip upwards.
Yun Wanzhou frowned slightly, looking at Wu Hanfeng with panic and anger, and asked, "Brother, what are you doing?"
When Wu Hanfeng felt the blood on Yun Wanzhou's fingertips, a strange look flashed across his face, but he continued to speak aggressively, "He colluded with the demons, shouldn't he be killed?"
"The matter has not yet been concluded, how can we..."
"Junior brother," Wu Hanfeng pursed his lips and suddenly interrupted Yun Wanzhou, "You should know his identity."
"I know." Yun Wanzhou took a deep breath and said firmly, "He is my disciple."
He is my disciple...
Just a few words seemed to have infinite power, stirring up a huge wave in Xie Wuyang's heart.
Xie Wuyang's eyes trembled, and he hastily withdrew his gaze from Yun Wanzhou.
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