Falling thorns
The end of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Domain is the exit, the exit of the ghost world. When you walk out of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Domain, you are at the entrance to the ghost world.
Aside from Xiao Yuan, everyone else had already left. The wound Yin Heng had inflicted with his own dagger hadn't faded with his lust. It was a real wound, on the outside of his thigh, and since he was wearing a dark robe, it wasn't noticeable unless you looked closely.
When Xiao Yuan came out, his face was as pale as paper. He put his black hair back into the scabbard with his weak hands, his fingers trembling uncontrollably.
Yin Heng stepped forward and supported him. Xiao Yuan shook his head and said, "I'm fine." The fatigue in his voice could not be hidden.
Xie Zhuoyun was the first to come out. He said, "Now that everyone is out, let's leave quickly."
Xiao Yuan pulled out the hand that Yin Heng was supporting, stood firmly and walked out of the ghost world, and the others followed him out of the ghost world.
Yi Ming sat in the hall, his mirror gleaming with golden light. He lowered his eyes and asked the attendant beside him, "Have they left?"
The attendant replied, "Yes, Lord Pluto, they have already left."
He propped his chin up and looked at the floating mirror. "He really... he hasn't fulfilled a single promise he made to me, and he still wants me to cooperate with him. What a fantasy."
It was already night outside the ghost world, but the expected darkness did not come, instead there were dim lights.
Hundreds of disciples from the immortal sect were holding lanterns, and the purple and white disciples' uniforms were particularly conspicuous and accounted for the majority.
Ye Qingci recognized it immediately; it was the uniform of a disciple of the Yanlian Sect. And the Sect Master, Fan Wei, was standing amidst the dim lights.
Next to him were a few disciples, some of whom were from the Chiqing Sect and some from the Fuguang Sect.
Xiao Lanyu, the Lingruo elder of the Chiqing Sect, hid behind the crowd with his folding fan covering his face.
Xiao Yuan looked at the crowd with an indifferent expression.
Ye Qingci was once a disciple of the Yanlian Sect and was very familiar with Fan Wei. He asked him in a deep voice, "Master, what are you doing?"
Fan Wei looked lazy, "Long time no see, Ye Qingci."
Ye Qingci obviously didn't want to pay attention to him, but he didn't get angry. "Why are you asking me? I'm here to capture the demons that are colluding with the ghost world."
Ye Qingci frowned upon hearing this and rebuked in a low voice, "There are no demon species here. I'm afraid the Sect Master has come here in vain."
Fan Wei raised his finger and pointed at Xiao Yuan, "The demon seed, isn't that him? You were standing next to him, didn't you sense the demonic energy in him?"
The ghost energy from the inside out.
Yin Heng asked, "Master Fan, may I ask you, what evidence do you have to say that he is a demon?"
Xie Zhuoyun was a free cultivator, not a disciple of one of the several sects, and was practically excluded. He said, "Sect Master Fan, I've long heard of your great name. This fellow Daoist just came out of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Realm, so it's normal for him to be contaminated by ghostly energy. Simply saying he's a demon isn't a good idea, is it?"
Fan Wei shifted his gaze to him and sneered, "Are you a casual cultivator? A casual cultivator, who gave you the guts to question me?"
He took out the Pearl of Manifestation, which now glowed red and flew restlessly towards Xiao Yuan. "Do you have any objections to what the Pearl of Manifestation points to?"
The pearl of clarity never goes wrong.
Xiao Yuan raised his hand and pinched the pearl, playing with it. Yin Heng grabbed his hand, snatched the pearl from him, and shook his head at him with a serious look in his eyes.
I believe you.
Xiao Lanyu stood at the back of the crowd, isolated from the world. Dressed in a trailing white robe, his eyes half-closed, he peered through the crowd of disciples, his gaze fixed on Xiao Yuan, as if piercing through him. The man next to him, his former junior fellow apprentice, suddenly asked Xiao Lanyu, "Brother, look, does that child's features resemble those of our master... Duan Yu'an?"
Xiao Lanyu did not respond to him, but agreed with his words in his heart.
This child's eyebrows and eyes are very similar to their former junior sister, Duan Yu'an.
Suddenly——
An arrow streaked through the sky, heading for Xiao Yuan's forehead. Yin Heng quickly caught the arrow, the tip slicing through his palm. Xiao Yuan, narrowly avoiding being pierced through the forehead, didn't even blink.
Yin Heng clutched the arrow, furious, and roared, "He's a member of my Cang Jing Sect. You have no right to deal with him no matter what! Are you taking advantage of my Cang Jing Sect by doing this?"
"Young Master Yin, if I give it to you, I'm afraid it will contain a demon seed, right?" A young man in a light yellow disciple's uniform came from a distance, holding a bow and arrow, and patted the dust off his clothes.
The chief disciple of the Fuguang Sect, Gongsun Xia.
Jiang Yun had never seen such a person who couldn't distinguish right from wrong. "Gongsun Xia, shut up! You can't distinguish right from wrong and slandered my Cang Jing Sect first. What's your intention?"
Gongsun Xia glanced at him with a scornful, playful look. The bow spun in his hand, creating a perfect arc. "Take care of your young master first, then talk to me."
Heart-wrenching pain washed over him, burning every inch of his skin like a raging fire. Yin Heng's expression suddenly changed. He dropped the arrow, and a thorn tattoo suddenly appeared on his palm.
The poison of falling thorns!
Gongsun Xia was not that stupid. He could not pierce his head with one arrow. So he did not intend to kill Xiao Yuan directly, but only to poison him.
Those poisoned by this poison will experience thorn tattoos spreading across their wounds. They will endure heart-wrenching pain and the burning sensation of a raging fire. Falling thorns do not kill directly; they simply force the poisoned to commit suicide in agony.
Fan Wei approached them step by step, dragging a chain in his hand. "Today, I want to capture the demon. Who dares to stop me?!" The chain received the order and was given power. It rose from the ground, winding like a snake, and rushed towards Xiao Yuan with a roar.
If it was just him, he wouldn't care. But getting others involved, especially Yin Heng.
The poison of Luo Jing... He could no longer be an outsider and watch all this.
Xiao Yuan didn't look at them directly from beginning to end. He just grabbed Xiao Yuan's wrist and asked him in a low voice: "How are you?"
Yin Heng's ears tinnitus made him unable to hear his words clearly, and his eyes were fixed on Fan Wei.
A bone-chilling coldness wrapped around Xiao Yuan's arm. He gripped the chain, and the chill seeped down through it into Fan Wei's body. The entire chain was coated in frost, and as his fingers tightened around it, it snapped in two.
Fan Wei stared at him, his eyes bloodshot, and asked him tremblingly: "How dare you... How dare you break it!"
Xiao Yuan threw half of the chain to the ground and asked, "May I ask, Your Excellency, why should I not dare?"
He grabbed Yin Heng's wrist and channeled spiritual energy into him. He looked at Gongsun Xia coldly, "Gongsun Xia, the antidote."
Gongsun Xia passed through the crowd and approached Xiao Yuan. Leaning down, she brushed her fingertips against his cheek, a smile playing on her lips. "Antidote? I don't have an antidote, my beauty."
Xiao Yuan released Yin Heng's hand and clamped his powerful palm around his neck, forcing him to lower himself a few inches. Gongsun Xia bent his legs, almost kneeling, and Xiao Yuan broke the finger he had just touched him.
"ah--!"
Gongsun Xia let out a cry of pain.
"No antidote? Then what are you doing alive? How about I kill you?"
Xiao Yuan's eyes were sinister. Yin Heng held his hand from behind and gently advised him, "Ahan, don't..."
He really wanted to kill him, and he wanted him to have a taste of what Luo Jing felt like.
The suffocating feeling nearly made him lose his strength. Gongsun Xia squeezed out the words from his throat and mocked, "If you have time to waste talking to me here, you might as well take him back to the elders."
Xiao Yuan pushed him away, dragging Yin Heng with him and trying to leave. Seeing this, Jiang Yun and Ye Qingci followed. Fan Wei angrily yelled, "Gongsun Xia! What are you doing? Are you going to release that demon seed?"
Gongsun Xia glanced at him indifferently, grabbed his broken finger, raised his bow, and aimed at their backs.
"This bitch actually cut off my finger. You two should die together."
Gongsun Xia was about to release his grip when a stone struck him squarely on the back of his hand. The arrow flew out of his hand, the deflected arrow grazing Xiao Yuan's hair. The broken strands fell onto her shoulders, swept away by the wind.
Gongsun Xia was furious, but he couldn't show his anger.
Because that person was Xiao Lanyu.
He suppressed his anger and asked, "Elder Xiao, do you want to let them go?"
Xiao Yuan paused, turned around and looked at Xiao Lanyu deeply, then left with Yin Heng without hesitation.
Xiao Lanyu put away his folding fan and gave Fan Wei a contemptuous smile. His voice was casual. "Is this the good show that Sect Master Fan was talking about? If so, don't call me next time. I'm not in the mood. Let's go."
After watching the farce, Xiao Lanyu looked depressed and left with his men.
Fan Wei shattered the two halves of the chain, threw the powder onto the ground, and spat, "This Xiao Lanyu, sooner or later I will make him kneel on the ground and serve me like a dog!"
Gongsun Xia patted Fan Wei's shoulder soothingly and looked in the direction the group left. "Don't worry, that person has plenty of ways to deal with it. Let's just wait and see."
The wind is howling and the dust is blinding.
Xie Zhuoyun followed the others and called out to Ye Qingci from behind, "Daoyou, are you going back to Cangjing Sect?"
Ye Qingci stopped, his clothes fluttering, and nodded at him.
Xie Zhuoyun paused, "Then it's not convenient for me to follow you. Thank you for your companionship along the way, fellow Taoists. Now, let's say goodbye."
Ye Qingci returned the greeting lightly and told him that if he had anything, he could send a message to Ling Cang Peak.
Xiao Yuan grabbed Yin Heng's hand, and Yin Heng suddenly stumbled. Xiao Yuan supported him, noticing that he looked grim. He spread his palm and saw that the thorn tattoo, which had originally been only around the wound, had now spread to his forearm.
"How come so fast..."
The heart-wrenching pain should not be underestimated. Most people who are trapped in the disease are tortured to death by this heart-wrenching pain.
Although Yin Heng had never suffered hardship, he was not a pampered young man. He was not afraid of pain, but this was really...
Pain in the bones and muscles.
Without saying a word, Xiao Yuan flew over the clouds on his sword and took him with him, rushing back to Cang Jing Sect as quickly as possible.
Jiang Yun had sent a message to Yin Jingyi on the way, and when they returned to the Cang Jing Sect, Elder Shu Huang, the sect's most skilled medicine maker, hurried over to greet them. They took him back to his residence, removed his dark robe, and only then did they see the wound on his leg.
He stabbed himself in the Ten Thousand Ghosts Realm at that time.
Elder Shu Huang wouldn't let him in, so he sat on the steps at the door and waited. He had never felt time pass so slowly before. After calming down, he sat on the cold steps and finally noticed the chain on his wrist.
Its spiritual flow was cut off, revealing its original appearance.
That was his black hair.
It turned out that what was said in Dabie Mountains was true, but he just didn't want to believe it.
I don't want to believe that person could be so stupid.
What had he been doing all these years? Did he treat him like a benefactor? He had survived thanks to him; his life was all thanks to that man. What was he thinking on that night, two years ago, when he came of age?
Looking back, what did he say each time he opened up his heart?
He asked himself, asked himself, was it really true that he had never been moved?
Do you really just regard him as a benefactor?
The door creaked open, and Elder Shu Huang walked out, his brows slightly furrowed. Xiao Yuan stood up, and Elder Shu Huang told him that he could only suppress a few of the symptoms, and that he still needed the most important medicinal ingredient, the snow lotus.
Luo Jing's essence is fire, and it needs to be suppressed with extreme cold air.
This snow lotus grows on the top of the snow-capped mountains in Fangwang City. It is covered with white snow and never melts all year round.
He said: Let me go.
He wanted to bring back the snow lotus to detoxify him.
He was still injured, but he didn't care. As long as there was a way to detoxify, he would sacrifice his life or even his blood.
For such a stupid person, be stupid with him.
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