When the man saw Xiao Feng's sharp gaze, he trembled all over, his teeth chattered, and he couldn't even speak properly.
He stammered, "It was...it was the Ming Cult...the Ming Cult sent us!"
"Bullshit!" Xiao Feng roared, pointing his sword tip straight at the man's throat.
"Don't think I don't understand the Ming Cult! No matter how capable the Ming Cult is, it's impossible for them to destroy the Three Immortal Islands!"
Xiao Feng secretly pondered to himself. He had dealt with the Ming Cult several times and knew that although the Ming Cult had a bad reputation, it was not a group that indiscriminately killed innocent people.
Moreover, although the Ming Cult is powerful, it is by no means easy to destroy a major sect like the Three Immortal Islands.
There must be someone else behind this.
However, no matter how Xiao Feng threatened or tortured them, the two men stubbornly clung to the Ming Cult and refused to change their tune.
At this moment, Zhao Yuwei sighed softly, crossed her arms, and calmly analyzed, "It seems that someone made them do this in the name of the Ming Cult. So no matter how much you interrogate them, they will only insist that it was the Ming Cult."
Xiao Feng still harbored a sliver of doubt. He shook his head and said, "It absolutely cannot be someone from the Ming Cult. Although they are called the Demonic Cult, we know that the Ming Cult acts with integrity and would never do such a thing."
Zhao Yuwei nodded and said calmly, "This matter needs to be investigated in detail later. The most urgent thing now is to take Miss Mingyue away. The Three Immortal Islands have been destroyed, and we can't stay here any longer."
Xiao Feng looked around and saw only devastation and ruins.
What was once a sacred place of immortals is now a ruin.
He looked at Ouyang Mingyue and saw her huddled in a corner like a frightened little bird.
Xiao Feng's heart softened, and he gently picked up Ouyang Mingyue.
Feeling the slight trembling of the person in his arms, he couldn't help but tighten his arms, secretly vowing to find out the truth!
And so, Xiao Feng, carrying Ouyang Mingyue, left this place of sorrow with Zhao Yuwei.
And so, Xiao Feng, carrying Ouyang Mingyue, left this place of sorrow with Zhao Yuwei.
The three figures gradually disappeared into the night, leaving behind only a scene of devastation, telling the story of this tragic event.
Before long, the three arrived at a secluded inn.
This is a simple, two-story wooden building with a dim lantern hanging in front of the door, swaying gently in the night breeze.
Pushing open the creaking wooden door, a faint scent of sandalwood wafts out, mingled with the aroma of food and wine.
Xiao Feng carefully placed Ouyang Mingyue on the bed in the guest room, while Zhao Yuwei busied herself preparing hot water and clean towels.
She gently wiped Ouyang Mingyue's face and arms with meticulous care, as if afraid of hurting this wounded woman.
"Yuwei, I'll go buy you some food." With that, Xiao Feng turned and left.
Zhao Yuwei nodded.
"Miss Mingyue, you should rest well first. I'll go and brew some calming medicine for you."
After a moment, Zhao Yuwei spoke softly and gently patted Ouyang Mingyue's hand.
However, just as Zhao Yuwei turned to leave the room, she keenly sensed something unusual behind her.
Turning around abruptly, she saw that Ouyang Mingyue had already wrapped the bed sheet around her neck several times and was about to pull hard.
"No!" Zhao Yuwei exclaimed, leaping forward to stop Ouyang Mingyue's suicide attempt.
Ouyang Mingyue's eyes were lifeless as she muttered to herself, "Why did you stop me? With the Three Immortal Islands destroyed, what's the point of my life? I might as well die with my elders and meet them in the afterlife..."
Zhao Yuwei hugged Ouyang Mingyue tightly and gently comforted her, "Miss Mingyue, you can't do this! Although Sanxian Island has suffered such a great calamity, not everyone has perished. As long as we search diligently, we might be able to find other survivors. Then, we can uncover the truth and avenge Sanxian Island! If you take your own life now, wouldn't you be letting down those fellow disciples who might still be alive?"
Upon hearing this, a glimmer of hope flashed in Ouyang Mingyue's eyes, but it quickly dimmed again.
She smiled weakly, slowly extended her right hand, and said, "Miss Yuwei, please take my pulse."
Zhao Yuwei felt a chill run down her spine, but she still held down Ouyang Mingyue's wrist.
As her inner energy penetrated, her brows furrowed more and more tightly.
There was no spiritual energy fluctuation within Ouyang Mingyue's body, just like an ordinary person.
Zhao Yuwei was shocked, thinking to herself, "Could it be the work of those villains? They are so ruthless, even destroying the foundation of the body!"
Looking at Zhao Yuwei's expression, Ouyang Mingyue smiled bitterly and said, "You've noticed too, haven't you? My spiritual power has been completely destroyed. I'm a complete cripple now. Even if I knew who destroyed the Three Immortal Islands, what ability would I have to take revenge?"
Seeing Ouyang Mingyue's pained and desperate appearance, Zhao Yuwei felt a pang of sorrow in her heart.
She knew that comforting her at this moment would be futile and might even provoke Ouyang Mingyue.
After much deliberation, Zhao Yuwei gritted her teeth and quickly pressed Ouyang Mingyue's pressure point to induce sleep.
"I'm sorry, Miss Mingyue. This is the only way I can protect you for now," Zhao Yuwei said softly, carefully placing the unconscious Ouyang Mingyue on the bed and covering her with a blanket.
Zhao Yuwei spoke softly, carefully placing the unconscious Ouyang Mingyue on the bed and covering her with a blanket.
A moment later, Xiao Feng pushed open the door and entered, carrying several oil paper packages in his hand.
"I bought some food, you guys—"
His words trailed off as he saw Ouyang Mingyue lying unconscious on the bed. He frowned and asked, "What happened?"
Zhao Yuwei sighed and recounted everything that had just happened.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Feng frowned, seemingly deep in thought.
He put down the food in his hand, came to the bedside, and carefully looked at Ouyang Mingyue.
"That's strange," Xiao Feng said in a low voice. "Why were almost everyone on the Three Immortal Islands slaughtered, while Ouyang Mingyue was only crippled in her spiritual power but not killed?"
"Could it be..." Xiao Feng suddenly thought of something: "Is there something special about Ouyang Mingyue that the murderers need?"
Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Zhao Yuwei's eyes: "You mean, those people might come back to find her?"
Xiao Feng nodded: "Very likely."
Zhao Yuwei fell into deep thought, her brows furrowed.
"If what Xiao Feng said is true, then wouldn't Ouyang Mingyue's situation be even more dangerous?"
As night deepened, the inn was completely silent.
The dim candlelight flickered in the room, adding an eerie atmosphere to the unsettling night.
Suddenly, a sharp whistle pierced the night sky, shattering the tranquility.
Zhao Yuwei was standing guard by Ouyang Mingyue's bedside when she heard the sound and was startled.
To her even greater surprise, Ouyang Mingyue suddenly jumped out of bed.
"Miss Mingyue, where are you going?" Zhao Yuwei asked hurriedly, watching Ouyang Mingyue rush out the door.
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