Chapter 96: Protecting Yun Wanzhou... He couldn't bear to hate him...
When Xie Wuyang reached the summit, thousands of people knelt down. No matter what he did or what happened, there was always someone standing with him.
When the decision was first made to build the Holy Tomb, everyone said that he was extremely licentious. Even the elders were so angry that their faces turned red and their necks became thick. They called him a tyrant and accused him of not being sympathetic to the people.
Later, the mayor of an unknown city of the demon clan, together with several other prestigious people, made a suggestion during the meeting.
He first flattered the young master in a serious manner, then calmly led the discussion to the Holy Tomb, praising the young master's wise decision.
He had heard too many similar words. Although they were not as loud as the curses that resounded throughout the world of cultivation, Xie Wuyang was still familiar with them.
He clearly didn't have much knowledge, but he racked his brains to come up with a story behind Xie Wuyang's unreasonable and ridiculous actions, saying that he was not understood by the world but was actually devoting himself to the country and the people.
Every time he heard that exaggerated statement, Xie Wuyang would raise his eyebrows, point his finger at that person, and climb up the ladder, "The one who understands me is so-and-so."
Then he sighed and talked about how disappointed he felt when he was misunderstood and how magnanimous he was in not blaming those who took his words out of context.
Xie Wuyang knew in his heart how those people who greeted him with smiles and said nice things to him were cursing him in their hearts, but as long as they didn't reach his ears, he would pretend not to hear them and give these people face.
Or maybe it's to save face for yourself.
After all, in this turbulent demon world, there are very few people inside and outside who truly stand with him.
He also envied those who were protected for no reason.
…
In the sight, the blood dripping on the ground gathered together and formed a pool of bright red blood.
Xie Wuyang's eyelashes trembled. It took him a long time to suppress the throbbing in his heart and slowly raised his head.
Wu Hanfeng didn't know whether he was shocked by Yun Wanzhou's words or for some other reason, but he looked at Yun Wanzhou in surprise, his lips moving slightly, as if he wanted to say something.
When his eyes met Yun Wanzhou's, he stopped talking.
Wu Hanfeng was filled with rage and glared at Xie Wuyang viciously. He reluctantly retracted the sword that was pointing at Xie Wuyang's forehead, leaving a long bloody mark on Yun Wanzhou's palm.
Yun Wanzhou, however, didn't seem to feel even a fraction of the pain. He bowed lightly towards Wu Hanfeng and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother, for showing mercy."
"No need." Wu Hanfeng looked embarrassed and snorted coldly, "Think about the consequences of your protecting him today."
"good."
Wu Hanfeng took a deep breath and looked at him with intolerable patience, "Do you really think I would kill Xie Wuyang?"
"I dare not." Yun Wanzhou lowered his eyebrows and spoke in a faint voice.
A golden light passed through the dungeon and fell into the crowd.
A disciple stepped forward and whispered, "Master Wu, Master Jiang has sent a message saying that he has summoned all the elders of Lianwu and the masters of other sects and invited you to a gathering."
Wu Hanfeng's face turned blue and then red, red and then blue, and it was full of colors. He looked at Yun Wanzhou for a long while, then finally flicked his sleeves and turned away.
As they passed each other, Wu Hanfeng pursed his lips and paused. "The demons are ready to make a move now. If Xie Wuyang stays at the Immortal Sect, there will be endless trouble. Even if he wasn't responsible for what happened today, if his identity is revealed in the future, it will be of no benefit to you, me, him, or the sky."
After saying this, he didn't even look at Yun Wanzhou, and without looking back, he led a group of disciples out of the dungeon.
Yun Wanzhou was left standing there, his long eyelashes covering half of his eyes, making his expression difficult to discern.
Xie Wuyang didn't know why, but he felt a sense of dejection and helplessness.
In my impression, Yun Wanzhou five hundred years later clearly distinguishes between public and private affairs, and has his own way of judging right and wrong.
No one else can interfere, and he himself sticks to his own principles.
Now, facing the disciple who released the demon clan's spy, he must be struggling in his heart to protect him like this.
The fingertips in his sight were covered in blood and dirt. Xie Wuyang paused, pursed his lips, and stood up.
Before Yun Wanzhou could come to his senses, he suddenly grabbed half of his sleeve and tore it off with force.
The cuffs slipped out of the wrist guards, revealing the slender wrist bones.
Xie Wuyang frowned slightly, and solemnly pulled Yun Wanzhou's hand over, carefully wrapping it around his palm.
The fingertips in his hand suddenly curled up, trying to break free. Xie Wuyang pulled it forcefully into his arms and clenched the fingertips in his hand.
"The master's sword carries a chilling aura. If it's not treated promptly, it will leave scars, which will be bad."
The hot and firm chest under the fingertips was accompanied by the boy's strong and powerful heartbeat.
Yun Wanzhou raised his eyebrows in a daze and met the other person's restrained and gentle eyes.
As an immortal, he had waded through a sea of blood, fought ancient monsters alone, and risked his life to sneak into the demon world alone. He had suffered injuries both major and minor, leaving behind countless scars.
At the beginning, Wu Hanfeng also advised him, but later found that it was unavoidable, so it became a habit.
As long as he can still stand and his spiritual power is intact, it is not a big deal.
Over time, Lian Yunwanzhou himself even forgot what it felt like to be cared for by someone.
The long strip of cloth was carefully wrapped around the hand, and the remaining tail gently brushed across, causing a slight itch.
I don’t know if it’s because the atmosphere is too quiet, or maybe it’s because the feeling of being cared for has lasted too long.
In a trance, Yun Wanzhou seemed to hear his own heartbeat gradually overlapping and intertwining with the one under his fingertips, rising and falling, like a lingering and sad music.
The end of the cloth strip was passed through from the bottom and tied into a beautiful knot.
Yun Wanzhou suddenly withdrew his hand as if he was scalded, hid it in his sleeve, and curled up unnaturally.
"Wu... Master's sword energy should not be underestimated. Master, it would be best if you apply some more medicine when you return..." Xie Wuyang paused, his tone becoming heavier as he thought of something. "Now that Jiang Lin's soul has escaped, Master, there's no need to draw talismans anymore. It's better to just rest and take care of him..."
"Thank you for being safe." The charming atmosphere suddenly dissipated. Yun Wanzhou frowned slightly and suddenly interrupted him, "Is this why you let Jiang Lin go?"
Xie Wuyang paused, his thoughts slowing down for a while.
Realizing what Yun Wanzhou said, he belatedly raised his head and met that inquiring gaze.
Yes.
Yun Wanzhou is such a smart person.
His lies couldn't even fool Wu Hanfeng, so how could they fool Yun Wanzhou?
Although he had expected this, facing the pointed question, Xie Wuyang still pursed his lips nervously, and sweat seeped out of his palms.
He released Jiang Lin secretly, and his purpose must be more than what Yun Wanzhou said.
The Nightmare Stone has been missing for a long time, and Jiang Lin's soul is about to disappear. If they want to find the place where the Nightmare Stone is hidden within three days, the only way is to let Jiang Lin take them there himself.
As for how to bring...
Yun Wanzhou must not be allowed to know about this.
Xie Wuyang's eyes flashed, and he whispered, "Disciple is not such an ignorant person."
Yun Wanzhou's expression remained unchanged. His dark eyes, like a pool of water, looked him up and down, and it was unclear how much he believed.
Xie Wuyang rubbed his fingertips uncomfortably in his sleeves.
After an unknown amount of time, Yun Wanzhou finally had a sequel.
"Forget it." Yun Wanzhou sighed, seemingly helpless, "Let's leave here first."
Xie Wuyang paused for a moment before he came to his senses and nodded.
"good."
He thought Yun Wanzhou would question him, at least to find out why he suddenly went out when they were drawing talismans together, and ended up in the dungeon by such a coincidence.
But he only asked these two questions and then fell silent.
It seemed that no matter what he said or did, he would be trusted unconditionally.
The moment his eyes met Yun Wanzhou's, it felt like a tiny electric current passed through his heart, causing an itchy sensation.
The usually cold phoenix eyes are like a whirlpool, making people's minds restless and sink into it.
Xie Wuyang's breathing became a little disordered, as if he was possessed by something. He stretched out his hand before Yun Wanzhou turned around.
His fingertips brushed against the other's fingertips, as if he wanted to hold them, but suddenly changed his mind and instead grasped the spotless white sleeve.
“Master…”
Yun Wanzhou paused in his movement of turning around, and looked from the hand in his sleeve to Xie Wuyang's face, as if silently asking him what was wrong.
Xie Wuyang's actions didn't even require his thinking, and there was no real problem at all. Yun Wanzhou was stuck when he asked, and the words he wanted to say brewed in his stomach for a long time.
He instinctively felt that using the excuse of asking for advice on sword techniques might be the best way to get away with it given their master-disciple relationship. Given how much Yun Wanzhou valued his disciple, he would definitely agree without hesitation.
But for some reason, Xie Wuyang felt reluctant to leave Yun Wanzhou tonight.
Or perhaps, he was reluctant to let them have the rare opportunity to be alone together without being a master and a disciple.
Xie Wuyang hid his thoughts and said nothing. Yun Wanzhou just looked at him quietly.
Neither of them spoke, and the only sound around them was the rising and falling sound of two breathings.
"Don't want to go back?" Yun Wanzhou's shoulders relaxed and he gave in helplessly.
Xie Wuyang was silent for a moment and nodded slightly.
"Then come with me somewhere." A bandaged hand fell on Xie Wuyang's clenched fingertips and patted them gently.
When he was about to evacuate, someone grabbed his wrist again.
Xie Wuyang felt as if there was a fire hidden in his chest, burning his internal organs, his whole body was hot, and even his mind was not very clear, urging him to do something quickly.
But the revenge for the murder, the reputation of master and disciple...
Xie Wuyang's eyes turned red for a moment, and as his emotions surged, the bloody and desolate battlefield of the demon world flashed through his mind.
The cultivators of the demon race are different from those of the human race. The path that the demon race cultivates is anger, ignorance and resentment.
The immortals seek for freedom, but the demons do the exact opposite.
Xie Wuyang saw too much of the ugliness of human nature when he was young, and he climbed up step by step relying on his overwhelming hatred and obsession.
Turbid air devours people's minds and also eats up their bodies.
This power is powerful and domineering, but it can also backfire on its master.
After the death of the demon cultivators, some of them even lost their bodies, turning into turbid air that remained in the heaven and earth, lingering over the demon world.
In the last battle, apart from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the black fog was so thick that the original appearance of the surroundings could not be seen.
As Xie Wuyang walked among them, he could hear the sound of bones breaking from time to time under his feet. They were all his fellow tribesmen.
From newborn babies to terminally ill elderly people, all turned into a pool of blood under their feet.
Maybe a rain will wash them away, or maybe in the near future, they will merge with the territory of the demon world, and they will return to their roots from generation to generation.
After that, every night, Xie Wuyang would dream that these people came to take his life.
Scold him, why didn't he protect the demon world, why did he have to provoke those people from the immortal sect.
Why did he explain it clearly to the people in the cultivation world when the misunderstanding first arose?
If he could be more restrained, not repeatedly sneaking into the sky to search for the Nightmare Stone, and not skinning his enemies alive in public for revenge, would he not have ended up like this?
But there was no chance for Xie Wuyang to prove his point.
For his own greed and hatred, he climbed step by step to the position of Demon Lord.
But they forget that status often comes with responsibility.
Later, he was pierced through the heart by a sword, which was also fate.
But for Yun Wanzhou...
Xie Wuyang's hand that was holding the other person's wrist loosened slightly and dropped to his side.
But he couldn't hate anymore.
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