"So, what you said to me at the beginning was also false. You did it just to make Mu Hanyan and I suffer losses?" Wei Xiaotian suddenly interrupted and asked.
Naturally, his reaction was not bad since he was chosen by the Holy Lord to be accepted as his disciple. Upon hearing this, he immediately thought that the reason why he was jealous of Mu Hanyan and the hatred between them was often related to Bu Xuanji's instigation. It was just that he was blinded by jealousy at that time and did not realize it.
"Yes, I thought that with your strength, it would not be difficult to kill or cripple Mu Hanyan, but I didn't expect you to be so incompetent." Bu Xuanji shook his head in disappointment.
"What about Han Yutang? I hinted to him to use the Yunlong Jiutian Furnace to deal with Mu Hanyan, and he thought he was smart. Now I think about it, he should have been influenced by your suggestion." Wei Xiaotian smiled bitterly and asked.
He used to think he was smart enough, but now he realizes that he is just like a fool, being played around by others.
"You're not that stupid, but I didn't expect that loser to be able to hurt Mu Hanyan. I just wanted him to suffer more at her hands, so as to irritate Ao Fangchen. Unfortunately, although Ao Fangchen did what I wanted, he was defeated by Jian Wuchen and Ye Lanxun.
"But my efforts were not in vain. He eventually used the Seven Stars Heaven-fixing Plate, giving us the best chance. It's a pity that man's plans are not as good as God's. After all the calculations, we still failed in the end." Bu Xuanji sighed deeply.
"You say I'm a waste? You old man, how dare you call me a waste?" Wei Xiaotian didn't mind hearing his words, but Han Yutang was furious.
"Isn't it true? You were played around like a monkey, and even your cultivation was ruined, but you were still kept in the dark. If I hadn't told you today, you would probably never figure it out in your life! I heard that the two elders Han and Lin were extremely talented, and they were rare geniuses in the Holy Court in thousands of years. How could they give birth to a descendant like you? It's a blessing that they died early, otherwise they would have been angered to death by you if they were alive now!" Bu Xuanji said with contempt and mercy.
Han Yutang was so angry that his face turned red. He suddenly picked up a long sword from the ground, but then slowly put it down.
"You're right, I'm indeed a waste. I was teased like this and even my cultivation was wasted, but I was completely unaware of it. If not a waste, then what am I? You're going to die anyway, so what difference will it make if I kill you? Waste, still waste." Han Yutang muttered to himself dejectedly, tears slowly rolling down his cheeks.
Relying on the influence of his ancestors and the support of his master, even the Holy Lord could not punish him easily. Han Yutang had always considered himself superior to others since he was a child. While he was arrogant and domineering, he was also proud of his wisdom and cultivation. Therefore, when he learned that Mu Hanyan and others were arranged by the Holy Lord to practice at the Holy Sword Peak, he became psychologically unbalanced. He turned from jealousy to hatred at the slightest provocation and did stupid things one after another.
Even when Mu Hanyan destroyed his cultivation, he still didn't reflect on it. Only now did he realize that he had been tricked and that he was a complete fool and a waste.
Bu Xuanji's merciless words hit him hard, but at the same time, they also woke him up. Tears rolled down his cheeks, and his heart was filled with regret.
"Mu Hanyan, you probably don't have anything to ask now. Either give me a quick death, or let me fend for myself." Bu Xuanji looked at Mu Hanyan and said expectantly.
Mu Hanyan slowly withdrew her energy, knowing that those things had nothing to do with Bu Xuanji, and she no longer had the previous intention to kill him. However, she knew that even if she saved his life now, he would still die, and letting him fend for himself was the best option.
As his energy was withdrawn, Bu Xuanji's vitality quickly disappeared.
"Mu Hanyan, I want to ask you a favor." Bu Xuanji said in a very weak voice.
"Go ahead," Mu Hanyan said. As the saying goes, a dying man's words are often kind. She didn't rush to refuse Bu Xuanji's final request.
"The Temple and the Holy Court have been fighting for millions of years. There is no distinction between good and evil, but only different beliefs. The people in the world are originally of the same origin. If one day, you really become the strongest master on the continent as I predicted, I hope you can give those people a way out." Bu Xuanji looked deeply at Mu Hanyan and said.
"I promise you." Mu Hanyan nodded.
She never imagined that Bu Xuanji would make such a request before his death.
Perhaps he was right. There was no distinction between good and evil between the Temple and the Holy See. They just had different beliefs. They were equally compassionate and kind to the people of the world. She would certainly not refuse such a request.
"Thank you." A strange look flashed in Bu Xuanji's eyes, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Then, he lost the last bit of life.
A red flame rose from his body and soon turned him into ashes.
Ao Fangchen and Wei Xiaotian were speechless for a long time. Bu Xuanji's final request also touched them deeply.
A clear whistle was heard, and behind him, Yue Fanchen stood up and slashed with a sword.
The holy light enveloped him, but it also gave him a sense of invincibility.
This is the sword art of the saint after Yue Fanchen merged with the sword spirit. Mu Hanyan clearly felt that this sword was not only several times more powerful than before, but also full of vitality.
The energy in Yue Fanchen's body was so abundant, like a clear spring, flowing endlessly without being noticed.
Under the enveloping light of holiness, tiny blades of grass sprouted from the soil, tinging the entire earth with a vibrant green. This was the way of the saints, and this was also the way of life.
After a long time, the sword light slowly disappeared.
"Congratulations." Mu Hanyan stepped forward and said to Yue Fanchen.
Finally comprehending this sword spirit not only means that Yue Fanchen's strength has greatly increased, but also means that his cultivation foundation can be completely healed. Mu Hanyan is sincerely happy for him.
A smile also appeared on Wei Xiaotian's face. Although the sword spirit had disappeared and would not reappear until the Holy Soul Illusion was reopened thousands or even tens of thousands of years later, there was no longer any jealousy in his heart.
This time in the Holy Soul Illusionary Realm, he had experienced life and death, and his mentality had also undergone subtle changes. Bu Xuanji's words, which had awakened Han Yutang, also deeply touched him. Instead, his state of mind became much calmer, and his mind became much more open.
The sky was changing with the wind and clouds, and the unique fluctuations of the forbidden barrier enveloped him. This was a sign that the illusion was about to close.
"Let's go first." Ao Fangchen said to Mu Hanyan.
They all entered the Holy Soul Illusion Realm with the help of the Seven-Star Heaven-Fixing Plate and did not want others to see them.
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