Chapter 132 The Cat of Four Hundred Years Ago 2
Bai Qingchen gently broke free from Mo Zhiyuan's hand, raised her hand and wiped away the tears on his face bit by bit with her fingertips. Her movements were gentle, but her tone was ruthless.
"Don't tell anyone about this. Promise me that you'll end this before I lose control and make an unforgivable mistake."
As he spoke, he took out his sword Frost and Snow and gently placed it in Mo Zhiyuan's trembling hands.
Mo Zhiyuan tried to shake it off as if he was holding a red-hot iron, but Bai Qingchen grabbed his hand and held it tightly.
Mo Zhiyuan hugged Bai Qingchen tightly, buried his face deeply in his neck, his hot tears soaked his clothes, his voice was choked and broken, with a humble plea.
"Aqing...don't...don't be so cruel to me...please..."
Bai Qingchen hugged him back, his tone changing from its previous seriousness: "Look, I can still suppress it now, right? Maybe... maybe before we find a solution, the Demon Lord will have been driven back to the Demon Realm?"
He himself lacked the confidence to say this. Nowadays, the demonic cultivators were so arrogant that the future of the cultivation world was bleak.
After that, Mo Zhiyuan stayed by Bai Qingchen's side almost every step of the way, even spending his own skills to help him suppress the spread of the magic pattern.
The hideous black lines seemed to be temporarily curbed, and both of them carefully maintained this fragile balance, as if they could cheat fate in this way.
However, the truth cannot be hidden, and the nightmare finally came.
During a battle against the Demon Lord's important stronghold, the Demon Lord suddenly activated the magic poison that had been lurking in the bodies of many immortal disciples.
In an instant, the camp was in chaos, and countless disciples had red eyes and pointed their weapons at the allies around them.
The evil poison in Bai Qingchen's body was strongly stimulated and instantly backfired, and he lost his mind for the first time.
Mo Zhiyuan's eyes were bloodshot. He killed the demon cultivator who was hindering him and approached Bai Qingchen desperately to fight with him.
In order to prevent him from harming innocent people, but also afraid of hurting him in the slightest, Mo Zhiyuan was able to restrain him almost relying on instinct and his familiarity with Bai Qingchen's usual moves.
When Bai Qingchen regained consciousness, he saw the chaos he had caused and the injuries on Mo Zhiyuan's body, and the pain and self-blame in his eyes almost overwhelmed him.
The news that Immortal Lord Fu Yu was infected with the evil poison exploded like thunder throughout the Immortal Alliance.
Panic, suspicion, rejection...all fell on Bai Qingchen.
It is almost a consensus among everyone that there is no solution to the evil poison and that one will eventually become a puppet.
For the sake of the overall situation, and to prevent the Immortal Lord Fu Yu, who once saved the world, from becoming a weapon of the Demon Lord, voices demanding execution were heard within the Immortal Alliance, and some even began to question whether Mo Zhiyuan, who risked his life to protect Bai Qingchen, was also affected by the evil spirit.
Some of those who had received favors from Bai Qingchen in the past remained silent, while others shouted the loudest.
Mo Zhiyuan withstood the immense pressure and refused to give in, even resorting to force to drive back the men sent by the Immortal Alliance to capture Bai Qingchen.
He locked Bai Qingchen, who had lost control again, in a secret room with many restrictions. He used a special rope to bind Bai Qingchen's hands and feet, so that he could not hurt anyone after losing his mind.
Mo Zhiyuan personally took care of Bai Qingchen and did not let anyone approach this place.
In the rare moments when Bai Qingchen was lucid, he would always beg him to give him relief.
Mo Zhiyuan just repeated over and over again with red eyes: "You will be fine, Aqing, I will find a way, I will definitely..."
The accusations from the Immortal Alliance, the pressure from the sect, and the criticism from the outside world were like heavy shackles on Mo Zhiyuan.
He became more silent and withdrawn, his eyes were bloodshot, and his whole body was like a taut string.
On this day, someone came from Yaowang Valley, it was Bai Feng.
Bai Feng asked to meet Bai Qingchen. Mo Zhiyuan was silent for a moment, but finally agreed.
Bai Feng felt heartbroken when he saw his brother locked in the house and deprived of his freedom, his expression sometimes clear and sometimes confused, and then looked at Mo Zhiyuan, who looked haggard but had a stubborn look in his eyes.
He spoke with difficulty: "Zhiyuan...hand Ah Qing...over to the Immortal Alliance for disposal. This is...the best option at the moment."
Mo Zhiyuan suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with uncontrollable anger, and his voice was hoarse: "Hand him over? And then watch them kill him!"
"Bai Feng, he's still your brother. How much he's done for Yaowang Valley and the Immortal Alliance, how many of you he's saved, have you forgotten? You all want him dead!"
Bai Feng was rarely angry, his voice trembling: "Do you think I want to do this? He is my brother who grew up under my care. I hope he can live more than anyone else!"
"But you and I both know the consequences of being infected with the magic poison. Ah Qing himself would never want to become a puppet of the Demon Lord, turning around and slaughtering the people he once fought so hard to protect. I would rather he...he leave cleanly and retain his last dignity!"
"What a clean and tidy place! What a dignity!"
Mo Zhiyuan sneered, "In your eyes, reputation and the overall situation are more important than living people. You can abandon him, but I can't!"
"Aqing is my Taoist partner, everything to me! As long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will never give up on him, never!"
The two had a heated argument and eventually parted ways unhappily.
Mo Zhiyuan insisted on his own way, and the top leaders of the Immortal Alliance became increasingly dissatisfied with him.
In order to stabilize morale, the leader of Lingxiao Sect was forced to announce the abolition of Mo Zhiyuan's qualification to succeed as the next leader, and hinted that as long as he was willing to hand Bai Qingchen over to the Immortal Alliance for disposal, there would still be room for recovery.
Mo Zhiyuan turned a deaf ear to the disturbances in the outside world, all his thoughts were focused on that restriction.
However, one day when he went there as usual, all he saw was the broken Immortal Rope and an empty room.
Mo Zhiyuan's sanity was instantly devoured, and he searched everywhere like a madman, and all the immortal alliance monks who met him avoided him.
The investigation soon yielded results. It was a servant who had been lurking around him for a long time who let the out-of-control Bai Qingchen go while he was away.
At the same time, the boundary gate opened by the Demon Lord was almost completed, floating in the sky of the Pearl Wasteland, emitting terrifying and heart-pounding fluctuations.
The Immortal Alliance gathered its last strength and prepared to launch the final battle, vowing to destroy the boundary gate before it was completely stabilized.
The two armies confronted each other in the Mingzhu Wasteland, and the atmosphere was extremely solemn and murderous.
However, a man slowly walked out of the Demon Lord's camp. He had an indifferent expression and empty eyes. When he appeared in front of everyone, the Immortal Alliance was instantly in an uproar.
It was Bai Qingchen! He eventually became the Demon Lord's puppet.
Some people felt sorry for him, while others blamed Mo Zhiyuan for protecting him. Astonishment, anger, and a feeling of betrayal spread among the Immortal Alliance.
"See! I told you I shouldn't have kept him!"
"Mo Zhiyuan! You are confused!"
"Immortal Lord Fu Yu had a sterling reputation throughout his life, but ended up like this... How tragic and lamentable!"
The veins on Mo Zhiyuan's sword-holding hand bulged. He turned around abruptly, his eyes sweeping over those who were accusing him, his voice cold.
"Which of you here can honestly say you haven't received any favor from him, or that he's saved your life? Now that he's been framed and forced to do what he wants, is this how you repay him?"
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