Bing Nandong only thought for a moment before responding, "I need to know what kind of spell she has before I can deal with it. However, randomly casting spells is evil magic, which is forbidden in the world of immortal cultivation. I may not be able to decipher it."
Fan Zhiyi patted his shoulder and said, "It's okay. We have to try to find out if it's feasible. If we do nothing, it will be impossible to achieve. I have another question. What exactly is this immortal yamen you mentioned?"
"Each sect in the world of immortal cultivation has its own designated territory, within which they establish government offices to handle the aforementioned affairs of the people. Land not allocated to a sect is jointly governed by nearby sects, and these government offices are called immortal offices."
"Oh." Fan Zhiyi understood. He looked at Qian Hu, who had suddenly gone silent and looked like a fool, and Hu Luan, who looked frustrated, and said, "Are we just going to leave them here and wait for the people from the Immortal Court to arrive?"
"Let's put it here for now. Junior Sister and the others will guard it and won't let them escape."
Fan Zhiyi didn't say anything. He actually wanted Yue Tang to come and take revenge, but even if the spell failed, he didn't know if Yue Tang would be retaliated if he attacked Qian Hu.
Before, Fan Zhiyi really had the urge to kill Qian Hu...
"Killing him would be too easy for him, and it would make you feel bad for nothing. There's no need. Hand him over to the Immortal Court, confiscate all his property, and send him to a remote area to work. At least we can squeeze out his value."
Fan Zhiyi withdrew his gaze, thinking that perhaps his expression just now was too cold, which allowed Bing Nandong to immediately see through his inner thoughts and comfort him. He looked at Bing Nandong and found that Bing Nandong had been looking at him.
Fan Zhiyi immediately turned his eyes away, interrupting the eye contact: "That's right." He felt quite guilty.
"How are you going to lure Yue Tang out?" Bing Nandong seemed not to notice Fan Zhiyi's little action.
Of course, the simplest way is to use it. Since he has this physique and his arm has been scratched again, he should not waste it. Fan Zhiyi certainly did not dare to say this to Bing Nandong, because he felt that Bing Nandong would not agree to it.
But just when Fan Zhiyi was thinking this, Bing Nandong said the next second: "If it means using your blood, then forget it."
Fan Zhiyi pointed at him and said, "Do you have the ability to read my mind? How come you can always guess what I'm thinking? I have no privacy, okay?"
Bing Nandong seemed a little speechless, slapping away the finger pointing at him: "You show everything on your face."
"Is it that obvious?" Fan Zhiyi slapped his face. Why did they say that to him?
"Yes." Bing Nandong laughed softly, "Silly."
Fan Zhiyi: "..." He didn't want to talk to this person anymore. It turned out that some people were more approachable when they lived in memory.
Fan Zhiyi coughed lightly and brought the topic back to where it had strayed. "Do you have a better way to summon Yue Tang? Don't forget, Yue Tang is injured now. She's very conscious, self-aware, and afraid of cultivators. We waited for her for so long, but there was no sign of her moving."
Bing Nandong answered confidently: "No."
Fan Zhiyi pulled up his arm to show him: "Look, this blood hasn't coagulated yet, so it can be put to good use. Don't waste it."
Bing Nandong grabbed his wrist and pulled him over so quickly that Fan Zhiyi didn't even have time to react: "Is Qin Shuan injured?"
"No, it seems I scratched it myself with a branch."
"Are you an idiot? Aren't you afraid of the wound getting infected?"
"This hand of mine has also been through many ups and downs with me." Fan Zhiyi sighed in a weathered tone, and then smiled heartlessly.
Finally, Bing Nandong sighed, not refutating but also not agreeing. Fan Zhiyi tentatively asked, "Shall we go?"
Bing Nandong ignored him and seemed angry.
This is also irritating, stingy guy. He thought so in his heart, but he also knew that Bing Nandong was worried about him, so Fan Zhiyi was more or less touched.
After a few seconds of stalemate, Bing Nandong walked towards Xu Qing. After taking a step, he turned around and said to Fan Zhiyi in a serious tone, "Wait here."
Bing Nandong and Xu Qing explained some matters before going out with Fan Zhiyi. He was angry as quickly as he was angry. He walked side by side with Fan Zhiyi and asked, "Are you sure you can still walk?"
Fan Zhiyi patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I'm strong."
In that case, Bing Nandong didn't say much: "Are you planning to go to the place where Yue Tang jumped into the river to find her?"
"Bingo, smart!" But then Fan Zhiyi sighed, "But I only went there with a little bit of luck, it doesn't mean Yue Tang must be there. You just heard that she was injured. If I don't go quickly, she might die."
The more he spoke, the more Fan Zhiyi felt as if Yue Tang would disappear in the next second. He could not help but jump and run faster, supporting his injured leg.
Seeing him like this, Bing Nandong suddenly shouted, "Fan Zhiyi, no matter how pitiful she is, you have to understand that she has become a ghost."
Fan Zhiyi didn't quite understand what Bing Nandong meant by this, and blinked at him, "I know."
"What I mean is, if she kills someone, including Qian Hu, everything will be irreversible. As part of my responsibility, I will kill her. So, if you really find her, you should have a good talk with her."
Fan Zhiyi understood. No matter how miserable Yue Tang was, if it harmed other people, Bing Nandong, as the eldest brother of Tianyun Sect, would not just sit there and do nothing, including that stupid scumbag Qian Hu.
It sounds too cold and somewhat inhumane. After all, this is just a novel world. If it doesn't make people feel good, the author will probably be scolded.
But when he was really in the situation, Fan Zhiyi also understood Bing Nandong's difficulties. He told him this in advance. In Fan Zhiyi's opinion, he was already much better than many cultivators who did not know right from wrong and only knew how to bully the weak.
Seeing that Fan Zhiyi didn't reply for a long time, Bing Nandong also knew that Fan Zhiyi was indignant and explained, "Guang just possessed the body and went to the Qian Mansion to attempt murder, but failed. This has already alarmed the Tianyun Sect. It's conceivable that if Yue Tang really killed someone, then this matter will definitely become even more serious. Then it will not only be the Tianyun Sect, but other sects will also strangle her. They are not as kind-hearted and easy to talk to as I am. Moreover, the retribution of good and evil follows like a shadow. Cultivators should firmly believe in this and maintain justice in their hearts."
Fan Zhiyi had never seen someone who was so reasonable and yet still praised himself. His bad mood instantly improved and he agreed, "That sounds quite like what you would say, Senior Brother."
Bing Nandong glanced at him and said, "I am the eldest senior brother."
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