Although the situation in the north is now settled, the demon kingdom formed by the nine demons Ajiu has gained a foothold in the Northern Plains. The biggest threat now is her and the missing Wen Xiao.
As for the news of Bai Yu's death, Nangong Ling'er couldn't be sure yet and could only wait for Senior Sister Shen to return to confirm it. Thinking of this, Nangong Ling'er suddenly remembered something, "I heard that after Miao Xiaodie returned to Southern Xinjiang, she has regained control of the Five Immortals Sect. This time, she is ruthless and has killed countless people, but perhaps because of her methods, she has caused panic among the people of Southern Xinjiang, and news has already spread..."
At this point, Liu Jiantang raised his hand to stop her from continuing, "Alright, we can't control things now, and what Miao Xiaodie does is none of our business. When Wen Xiao came to my Tianjian Sect, this woman disappeared. In the end, the relationship between our two sides is just so-so. No matter what stance the Five Immortals Church takes in the future, at least we shouldn't be enemies with them now."
Nangong Ling'er nodded. "Alright, I'll handle this matter first. By the way, Senior Brother, what do you think should be done about the Blood Lotus Sect disciples?"
Hearing this, Liu Jiantang felt a headache coming on. In fact, he didn't have a good impression of the Blood Lotus Sect, but the fact that the Blood Lotus Sect was working for the Heavenly Sword Sect made him very angry. "Are these people really the crazy followers of their so-called Holy Lord, as the rumors in the martial arts world say?"
"Yes, and although Zhang Chengfeng has been helping our Heavenly Sword Sect out of respect for Senior Brother Xiao, I have found him to be a very perceptive, cautious, and meticulous person. He is a dangerous character. If he can be kept under the control of our Heavenly Sword Sect, that's fine. But if he causes trouble one day, he will definitely be difficult to deal with."
Liu Jiantang turned to look at Nangong Ling'er, "What do you think of them?"
“I think they were all deceived by Zhang Chengfeng’s words. Zhang Chengfeng deified Senior Brother Xiao into an omnipotent great cultivator. Those Blood Lotus Sect disciples all have an almost fanatical faith. However… they are doing things for us after all, so we can’t kick them when they’re down.”
Liu Jiantang shook his head. “Right is right, and wrong is wrong. Although the sect leader didn’t say much about it before, Junior Brother Xiao’s actions were still wrong. Junior Sister, now that you are in charge of the Blood Lotus Sect, you should set rules. You can give them the maximum leeway for what they can do, but what they cannot do is the bottom line, which cannot be crossed even half a step.”
Upon hearing this, Nangong Ling'er fell silent, her gaze becoming somewhat profound. At this moment, she seemed to understand more and more why Senior Brother Xiao had secretly established the Blood Lotus Sect, especially after experiencing the great calamity of the Heavenly Sword Sect. Nangong Ling'er deeply understood that kindness and righteousness can often become a burden, and there are many things in this world that need to be done by people who cannot be seen in the light.
However, she didn't argue with Liu Jiantang anymore. She just smiled and nodded, just like her senior brother Xiao used to do, without saying a word.
...
Lingsu City.
The annual Lantern Festival is here again tonight, just like always.
In fact, neither the war in Xiliang nor the crushing defeat of the Heavenly Sword Sect had any impact on the people living in the capital. They had not even experienced the hardships that the border towns had gone through.
Of course, this was luck. Fortunately, it wasn't a demonic beast like Bai Yu that attacked the Heavenly Sword Sect before. Otherwise, how could Ling Su City have survived? But that's just talk. If Bai Yu had come, he might not have been able to attack the Heavenly Sword Sect. He might have been killed by Liu Jiantang and Xiao Yuhan.
After all, Bai Yu was only at the peak of the Dao Integration Realm at that time. Without the Heavenly Demon Abyss being unsealed, he had not recovered his original strength. Wen Xiao was different. He was originally the Sword God Han Wuqi, a human expert of the same era as Yu Huijun and Tan. Although he was much weaker than these two women, he was still a powerful figure in an era when spiritual energy was not suppressed.
They are all top-tier experts at the pinnacle of the cultivation world, so both Su Yan and Han Wuqi are cultivators at the Mahayana realm.
However, they did not intervene when Jun Tan and Yu Hui were fighting fiercely. At that time, they had no right to intervene. In fact, even in that era, experts like Su Yan and Han Wuqi were not worth their attention. So, upon closer reflection, they might have hoped that Yu Hui and Jun Tan would suffer mutual destruction.
And history has indeed proven that the two women ended up losing to each other.
Lingsu City wasn't as lively as it used to be tonight, but it wasn't too different.
Bai Yao wandered around Ling Su City for a long time before finally stopping at the tailor shop to do the first thing she had done since arriving here—the first thing she did according to her own heart.
She stood in front of the tailor shop, memories flooding back. She didn't understand why she was so happy back then, like a poor girl who had suddenly become a rich girl.
This was the first time her master had taken her to buy clothes. Jun Tan knew what Bai Yao was thinking. She was initially somewhat resistant, but when she saw that her white clothes had been stained by a child's candied hawthorn, she felt extremely uncomfortable. She just couldn't tolerate any trace of dirt on her pure white clothes.
So she came to the tailor shop, walked around for a long time, and suddenly stared at a piece of emerald green fabric for a long time. As if she remembered something, she suddenly snorted, as if she was very unhappy, "Emerald green? It's so ugly. I don't know which woman wore it so that he would remember it so clearly. Humph! I hate this color the most. Boss, give me a bolt of red, white, and this ink-wash pattern."
The tailor in the shop blushed upon seeing this customer. "Miss...may I take your measurements?"
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