Chapter 143: Transaction "The Immortal Venerable wants to abandon the lives of his disciples...
In order not to alert the enemy, the two men did not fly with swords.
Yun Wanzhou grabbed Xie Wuyang's wrist and flew past with his light skills.
It was not until his sight passed through the black fog and he could vaguely see a dense crowd that he stopped at a tree and took a moment to catch his breath.
Xie Wuyang's gaze passed over the crowd and fell on Song Duoyan, thinking in his mind how to get past this huge group without disturbing others.
"Where is Xu Pingsheng?" Yun Wanzhou asked.
Xie Wuyang closed his eyes and tried hard to stimulate the connection with the Nightmare Stone.
The position of the Nightmare Stone seemed to have changed. As far as the eye could see, there were no demons or Song Duoyan. There were only withered and lifeless trees in the black fog.
Xie Wuyang was trying hard to find Xu Pingsheng's shadow when a half-smiley voice came from above his head, "Have you seen enough?"
A black mist suddenly rushed out, passed through the crowd, and fiercely stabbed towards Xie Wuyang.
Xie Wuyang dodged to the side, and the black mist brushed past the corner of his eye, leaving a bloody red mark.
Xie Wuyang raised his hand and pinched his wound, then jumped down from the tree and sneered, "Lord Song has good eyesight."
At the same time, Yun Wanzhou drew his palm across his waist, and the Broken Snow Sword was unsheathed. It broke through the waves and rode the wind to cut through the demon army, opening a long path.
At the end of the long path, Song Duoyan stood with his hands behind his back, his brows raised with an evil look, and he raised his eyebrows at the two of them.
"How come Yun Xianzun didn't tell me you were coming? I could have told people to prepare."
"Lord Song has come from afar, so if anyone is to be informed...it should be Lord Song who should be informed." Xie Wuyang said.
"I was inconsiderate." Song Duoyan said politely, smiling appropriately, "I wanted to inform the Immortal Venerable, but I ran into a few disciples from Cang Qiong Mountain and thought I'd ask them to pass on the message."
Xie Wuyang's eyes darkened and his brows were sharp. "What did you do to them?"
Song Duoyan raised his hands and clapped. Several people wearing the uniforms of Cangqiong Mountain disciples were pushed out of the crowd, staggered a few steps, and came into view.
"Immortal Master, Immortal Master, help me! Help me!" One of the disciples saw Yun Wanzhou, his eyes lit up, his knees gave way and he knelt down, crawling forward. "Save me, Immortal Master! I don't want to die yet. I don't want to..."
The demon soldier next to him kicked him, a cold light flashed from his waist, and he held a knife to the disciple's neck.
Song Duoyan said in a sinister tone, "Did the Immortal Lord hear that? Do you want to save me?"
"What do you want?" Yun Wanzhou's eyes were cold.
"What do I want?" Song Duoyan narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, pretending to think for a long time, his gaze landing on Xu Pingsheng's face. "The demons and the immortals have been feuding for a long time, and there are many misunderstandings. I have always wanted to resolve the old feud and reconcile with the immortals."
Yun Wanzhou pursed his thin lips, his expression growing colder as Song Duoyan spoke.
Song Duoyan half-knelt down, raised his hand to lift Xu Pingsheng's chin, revealing his tightly closed eyes and bloodstains on the corners of his mouth.
However, after just half a day of leaving, the high-ranking disciple of Cangqiong Mountain had become haggard and dying, with his drooping hands covered in blood and flesh, with not a single piece of good flesh to be seen.
Xie Wuyang clenched his fists, his teeth grinding. "Reconcile? I'd rather believe that the sun rises from the west."
Song Duoyan didn't look at him, his gaze fell on Yun Wanzhou, "I want to make a deal with the Immortal Venerable, how about it?"
Xie Wuyang subconsciously grabbed Yun Wanzhou's hand, trying to pull him behind him.
Yun Wanzhou stepped forward first, his brows glaring. "What do you want?"
Song Duoyan had planned this long ago, and smiled radiantly, "Four disciples from Cangqiong Mountain took advantage of my unpreparedness to launch a surprise attack, only to be captured by me. I wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with them and clear up the misunderstanding. But since the Immortal Venerable has spoken, how can I force them to do anything?"
"But if we want to reconcile, there must be someone from the Immortal Sect present, right?" Song Duoyan's eyes flashed with calculation, and a smile deepened. Suddenly, he raised his hand, pointed at Xie Wuyang through the layers of people, and said, "Immortal Friend Xie and I are very familiar with each other. How about exchanging one for four? What do you think, Immortal Lord?"
"Wishful thinking." Yun Wanzhou put his index finger together, and the spiritual light gathered. The broken snow was summoned to break through the air and landed in his hand. The sword rang out, and the sword energy gathered.
Just as he was about to strike, Song Duoyan's hand that was pinching Xu Pingsheng's chin suddenly slashed and grabbed his neck. "Immortal Venerable, are you planning to abandon the lives of your disciples?"
At the same time, the sharp blade placed on the neck of the immortal sect disciple was pressed down, leaving a long bloody mark.
The disciple trembled with pain and screamed in panic, "Save me! Save me, Immortal! Immortal!"
Yun Wanzhou's hand holding Suixue's was brimming with veins, "Let him go."
"Since the Immortal Lord agrees to the deal, I will naturally ensure that these disciples remain unharmed." As he spoke, the strength in his hands increased by three points. The unconscious Xu Pingsheng frowned, his lips slightly opened, and an uncontrollable sound of breaking wind was made.
Just when Yun Wanzhou was in a dilemma and had no other choice, and even wanted to sacrifice his own life in exchange for the lives of other disciples, the ground under his feet suddenly began to tremble.
At first it was just a slight tremor, but when everyone became aware of it, it became more and more intense.
Song Duoyan's eyebrows suddenly tensed, and he stood up suddenly and asked the demon soldiers on the side, "What happened?"
"I...I don't know."
"Why don't you send someone to investigate!" Song Duoyan said in a gloomy tone.
This earthquake came strangely, not like a natural disaster, but more like...
Man-made.
In a flash, Song Duoyan suddenly raised his hand to summon black air, trying to summon the barrier.
But it was too late.
Before the demonic energy overflowing from Song Duoyan's hand could fall on the disciples of the Immortal Sect, a deep pit suddenly appeared on the ground. A violent flash of spiritual light appeared, and before Song Duoyan could come to his senses, several disciples including Xu Pingsheng had fallen into the abyss and disappeared.
"Where are the people? Where are the people!" The magic pattern on Song Duoyan's forehead flickered, and there seemed to be cracks in his eyes. He waved his right hand, and the demon soldiers were knocked down by the demonic energy.
Before Xie Wuyang could recover from his shock, Yun Wanzhou grabbed his wrist and said, "Hurry up and go."
At the same time, with a turn of his wrist, the Broken Snow Sword came out, Yun Wanzhou pointed his toes and jumped onto the broken snow with Xie Wuyang.
"Catch them!" someone noticed and shouted angrily.
The well-trained army was thrown into chaos in an instant, pushing and shoving each other to rush towards Xie Wuyang.
"Hold on tight." Yun Wanzhou placed his hands on her waist. The moment she opened her mouth, the broken snow beneath her feet flew up into the sky like lightning.
The chaotic army was left far behind, becoming smaller and smaller until it disappeared into nothingness.
…
The attic is a forbidden area in the mountain behind Cangkong.
Liu Yuqin sat cross-legged in the middle of the attic, her almond-shaped eyes slightly closed and her brow furrowed, as if she was trapped in a terrible nightmare.
Bright red blood flowed out of her lips and teeth. Liu Yuqin's eyelids trembled and she opened her red eyes.
At the same time, she felt a heart-wrenching pain in her chest, her vision went dark, and she almost lost consciousness.
In front of his crossed legs was an open ancient book, the pages were yellowed, and the ink was sometimes heavy and sometimes light.
Liu Yuqin endured the severe pain in her chest, closed the ancient book with trembling hands, and exhaled with difficulty.
“I’m back… I’m back…”
Liu Yuqin muttered to herself, waved her sleeves and put the ancient books back to their original place, then rushed out of the door in a panic, ran all the way to the high platform, and stopped beside the stone pillar.
"Senior Sister, Senior Sister..." The disciple guarding the stone pillar followed her up and stopped him before he approached the stone pillar. "The World Alliance has ended. Disciples who have sworn are not allowed to approach the stone pillar, otherwise it will affect the oath barrier."
Liu Yuqin pretended not to hear anything and stood stubbornly in front of the stone pillar, her eyes expressionless as she stared at the empty ground beneath it.
"Senior Sister!"
Wu Hanfeng frowned when he heard the noise and stepped forward. "What are you doing here?"
Liu Yuqin curled her fingertips and finally looked away, looking at Wu Hanfeng's face.
The severe pain in her chest was still eroding her will. Liu Yuqin was unable to think or respond, and only had one thought left.
She is looking for someone.
"Master..." Liu Yuqin's lips moved slightly and she spoke hoarsely.
His body was swaying, and he was about to fall to the ground, but Wu Hanfeng caught him and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Wu Hanfeng frowned.
Liu Yuqin was a registered disciple of Wu Hanfeng. All the magic and sword techniques were taught to her by Xu Pingsheng. She had very few exchanges with Wu Hanfeng and naturally did not have any deep impression of him.
Wu Hanfeng only remembered that this disciple had never caused any trouble, respected his teacher, and was sensible and well-behaved.
When Liu Yuqin rushed onto the platform despite the ban, Wu Hanfeng's first reaction was that something had happened.
Liu Yuqin's face turned pale, and she shook her head. Her lips moved as she was about to say something when she suddenly heard a commotion behind her.
"Senior Brother Xu? Junior Brother Zhong?"
"What's going on?"
These three short words, like a thunderclap, exploded in Liu Yuqin's sea of consciousness.
Without bothering to explain to Wu Hanfeng, he pushed aside the disciples who were blocking his way and squeezed into the crowd.
When the familiar figure came into view, the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time finally burst out, and tears could not stop falling, "Master... Senior Brother..."
Liu Yuqin's steps softened and she collapsed to the ground. Her fingertips trembled as she tried to touch Xu Pingsheng's face. Her eyes fell on the purple pinch marks on his neck, and she choked with sobs, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
The onlookers automatically made way for him. Wu Hanfeng walked forward, his gaze falling on the four unconscious disciples lying on the ground. Seeing the horrific wounds on their bodies, his eyes darkened, "Where is Immortal Yun?"
"Master, when I spotted several of my fellow disciples, I didn't see Immortal Yun."
Wu Hanfeng's expression was unclear. He looked at the disciples and sighed, "Take them to heal their wounds first."
"Yes, Master."
The footsteps gradually faded away, and Wu Hanfeng raised his eyes and looked towards the gate of Cangqiong Mountain.
The enveloping black fog seemed to be getting closer, blocking out the sky and the sun. Even the occasional birds flying by disappeared, leaving behind a dead silence.
Wu Hanfeng's calm expression was gone, his eyes were deep, and no one knew what he was thinking.
A war between the immortal sect and the demon clan is inevitable. This world of cultivation...
I'm afraid it will be difficult to have peace.
…
Xu Pingsheng woke up shortly after Yun Wanzhou and Xie Wuyang returned.
Because of the invasion of black fog, his body was covered with wounds of all sizes, and all his organs seemed to be disassembled and reassembled. The slightest movement caused severe pain.
Xu Pingsheng took a deep breath, raised his hand to support his dizzy forehead, and shook it hard. It took a long time for his eyes to regain their function.
Familiar furnishings, familiar bed, familiar smell.
Xu Pingsheng was about to get out of bed when he suddenly felt a force pressing down on the corner of his clothes. Turning around, he saw a tired and pale face.
Liu Yuqin's breathing was sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and her brows were occasionally furrowed, shrouded in anxiety and sorrow.
Xu Pingsheng's last memory was of his group finding Song Duoyan, and his own defeat, severely wounded and unconscious. He had thought himself doomed, but unexpectedly, he was able to return to Cangqiong Mountain.
Who saved him?
Xu Pingsheng remembered that he heard Yun Wanzhou's voice when he was drowsy, and he immediately had a guess.
Xu Pingsheng carefully moved Liu Yuqin's hand away and was about to turn over and get out of bed when the person next to him suddenly moved and opened his eyes.
"Brother?" The moment she saw Xu Pingsheng, Liu Yuqin's sleepy eyes snapped open. She quickly raised her hand and held his. "You're seriously injured, and there's still demonic energy lingering within you. Senior Brother Rong Ling told you not to move."
Xu Pingsheng shook his head nonchalantly, "I have something important to tell Master."
"About Song Duoyan?"
Xu Pingsheng looked surprised: "How did you know?"
Liu Yuqin curled the corners of her lips, her smile tinged with bitterness. "Immortal Yun has already informed the Sect Master. Now all the immortal sects are on alert, and the demons shouldn't be able to attack for a while."
"But..." Xu Pingsheng looked hesitant.
"There are so many masters in the Immortal Sect. Brother, your top priority is to heal your injuries so that you can prepare for the demonic attacks in the future."
Xu Pingsheng suddenly thought of something and pressed Liu Yuqin's shoulder, saying anxiously, "What about Uncle Yun? How is Uncle Yun? He rescued me, is he injured?"
"The Immortal Venerable has powerful magic, so he'll be fine." Liu Yuqin's usual soft and gentle demeanor was gone, and her expression was filled with a hint of anger. "Brother, instead of worrying about others, why don't you think about your own injuries first? Do you know that in order to save you, I..."
Realizing what she was saying, Liu Yuqin suddenly stopped talking.
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