Chapter 68 Hero Saves the Beauty vs. Massacre of an Entire Family "I'd like to see..."
"Who would have thought that the Immortal Venerable Lanxue, who has been saving all living beings and supporting the heavens and the earth for hundreds of years, would have such a weak mental fortitude? She fainted just after the Demon Lord tasted her tongue a couple of times."
Lu Huaijin's icy fingers gently stroked Wen Yinhe's flushed face, his tone filled with barely suppressed laughter. He murmured as he slowly slid his fingers across Wen Yinhe's smooth jawline, down his long neck, and onto his clothes, unexpectedly tearing them open.
Not only were the viewers in the live chat surprised, but Wen Yinhe himself felt a sudden twitch in his eyelids, his heart pounding with panic, fearing that Lu Huaijin might do something reckless.
[What?! Is the Demon Lord finally losing control and about to unleash his wolfish nature by raping the Immortal Lord on the spot?!]
[Ahhhhhh, boiling is so good! Boiling is so refreshing! I have to watch boiling! I have to watch boiling!]
However, the viewers in the live chat were disappointed the next second.
Lu Huaijin gently removed Wen Yinhe's blood-stained outer robe, then got up and took a clean outer garment from the cabinet, gently dressing Wen Yinhe in it. He then wiped the blood from the corner of Wen Yinhe's mouth with a handkerchief.
Wen Yinhe was slightly taken aback, and then a strange sense of disappointment suddenly rose in his heart.
This is insane! This is just acting, how could they possibly do anything to him...?
If it weren't for this annoying live stream, this would have been a success.
[Ah~~~ It was just a change of clothes! Demon Lord, when did you become so innocent?! Shouldn't you have taken advantage of the Immortal Lord's inability to move and made love to him?!]
Lu Huaijin had no fetish for necrophilia. After cleaning everything up for Wen Yinhe, he leaned down and gently kissed Wen Yinhe's lips, then whispered in his ear in a low, husky voice:
"There is nothing in this world that I cannot obtain, therefore, Immortal Venerable Lanxue... you are destined to be mine."
Wen Yinhe's ears turned slightly red, the hot breath from Lu Huaijin swirling in his ear canals, making his head spin.
He was completely powerless against any sweet words Lu Huaijin uttered.
My heart... is getting increasingly itchy.
I want to kiss him so badly, I want to touch him as much as I want, I want to so badly.
They haven't been able to get close to each other properly for a whole day and night, since yesterday afternoon.
This timeframe is a long period, even considering the six years following their declaration of love.
Lu Huaijin is the kind of person who takes Wen Yinhe with him even when he goes on business trips.
In the past, Lu Huaijin would always take the initiative to hug him, kiss him, and touch him without Wen Yinhe even having to ask.
Now that he has suddenly gone from eating lavish meals to simple fare, Wen Yinhe realized just how well he used to eat.
It is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.
It wasn't that Lu Huaijin was clingy; it was that Wen Yinhe simply couldn't bear to be apart from Lu Huaijin for even a second.
He's the one who can't live without Lu Huaijin.
He was the one who longed for Lu Huaijin every single moment.
If he continues to endure this, regardless of what will happen to Immortal Venerable Lanxue, he will soon develop inner demons.
Lu Huaijin is currently playing the role of a wisp of divine soul. Logically speaking, he came out of Wen Yinhe's body and should now return to Wen Yinhe's body.
The director immediately understood and switched to an outdoor shot. When the camera returned, Lu Huaijin had already disappeared inside the house.
He had to hurry next door to change his clothes so he could rush to the next scene.
After three days and three nights, the barrier outside Lanxue Mountain finally shattered under the combined efforts of the sect leader and the elders.
"You wretched creature! Get out here!"
The sect leader's voice, carrying an irresistible pressure, heavily enveloped the entire immortal mountain.
"Colluding with the Demon Lord and betraying my immortal sect, Wen Yinhe, how can you still have the face to live in this world? Come out and confess your crimes and submit to the law at the very end!"
The disciples responded sternly in unison:
"Traitor, come out here!"
"Traitors deserve to die!"
Finally, the ancient wooden door in front of us creaked open and was slowly pushed open from the inside.
Wen Yinhe was still dressed in white, with a handsome face, but he no longer had any spiritual power. He walked very slowly, and after only a few meters, his forehead was covered with fine sweat. It was as if even the slightest mountain breeze could blow him over.
He has clearly become a complete and utter useless person.
This scene is so similar to the scene when Wen Yinhe pushed open the door on the day of the Demon Sealing Ceremony, but in just three days, everything has changed, which is very sad.
However, when he walked out of the door with difficulty, facing countless gazes that were filled with resentment, disdain, or indifference, his straight spine, calm eyes, and compassionate yet self-possessed character remained unchanged.
Everyone in front of me has changed, except for him.
Although he was all alone, he was a solitary peak that had withstood the erosion of wind and rain but refused to bend, making everyone around him pale in comparison.
[Holy crap, this scene matches the one from when I first appeared! Production team, you've got some serious design skills! This is deliberately torturing me! QAQ]
Honestly, the cinematography here is better than some films and TV dramas on the market right now. For a variety show to put this much effort into it is truly remarkable! Thumbs up for Ali!
Wen Yinhe's gaze slowly swept over every face, whether familiar or unfamiliar, passing over the sect leader's sanctimonious face, and finally landing on his senior brother beside the sect leader, whose eyes were now filled with undisguised deep-seated jealousy and pleasure.
The shock, pain, and confusion that once filled his eyes had all faded away, leaving only a desolate emptiness, as if his heart had turned to ashes, and he would never again have any connection with the person in front of him.
The senior brother was deeply hurt by his calm and indifferent gaze. The jealousy that had accumulated for hundreds of years was like a venomous snake gnawing at his heart. Instantly, his heart was filled with anger, and his eyes turned blood red.
On what grounds?
How can someone who has lost all his cultivation and is even less than a menial servant still be so high and mighty?!
Everyone is selfish and profit-driven, so how can he remain clean and upright in such a filthy world?
He was jealous of Wen Yinhe's talent, Wen Yinhe's resilient and generous Dao heart, and how easily he could win the love of the whole world.
I envy how there can be such a pure and innocent person in the world, as if they were born to be admired by the world.
Because he was so clean, as if he belonged to a different world from everyone else, they wanted to defile him, destroy him, and trample him underfoot.
This world cannot tolerate people who are too pure and innocent.
This made others feel ashamed and disgraced, as if they had no face to live.
Therefore, Wen Yinhe deserves to die.
"When death is imminent, what's with the pretense of righteousness!"
The senior brother shouted and suddenly closed in, kicking Wen Yinhe in the back of the knee.
"Traitor! Kneel down!"
Wen Yinhe fell to his knees with a thud, his knees slamming heavily onto the cold, hard earth. Dust rose and dirtied his snow-white robes, making him look like a pearl covered in dust.
Cold sweat instantly soaked his forehead and slid down his pale cheeks.
He bit his lower lip hard, forcibly suppressing the muffled groan that rose in his throat, but his body trembled uncontrollably, screaming out in excruciating pain.
[Holy crap?! No, it's a real kick!!!]
[It hurts so much! Waaaaaah! My tears just started flowing the moment the Immortal Venerable knelt down! I can't bear to see this, I'm really going to die! QAQ]
[OMG, this is so dedicated! I'm truly shocked! That kneel was so real, is the actor's knee okay?! I feel so sorry for him, this is a true actor!!! [crying]]
"Wen Yinhe, confess your guilt!"
The senior brother looked down at this once high and mighty prodigy who now had to grovel at his feet. A sickly flush appeared on his distorted face, and his scarlet eyes burned with the pleasure of revenge.
"Speak! You colluded with the Demon Lord and deliberately let him escape from the Soul Locking Abyss! You betrayed the entire sect! Tell me now!"
Wen Yinhe struggled to lift his head, sweat trickling down his tense jaw. His gaze passed over his senior brother's ferocious face, landing on the distant, gray sky. His voice was weak, yet each word was clear, carrying a proud resolve and stubbornness as he spoke:
"I, Wen Yinhe... do not acknowledge this!"
"You...! Stubborn to the end!" The senior brother's anger was completely ignited, and he once again raised his foot and kicked Wen Yinhe's thin shoulder hard.
Wen Yinhe fell heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust, and the Lanxue Sword in his hand fell to the ground.
He could no longer hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground in front of him, the blood a glaring red.
The dim and lifeless Lanxue suddenly let out a mournful cry, its sword tip pointing directly at its abusive senior brother, desperately trying to protect its master with its last bit of spiritual power.
"Hmph! A piece of broken copper and scrap iron, yet you dare to cause trouble?" The sect leader snorted coldly and stepped on the restless sword.
With a final, mournful hum, Lanxue's sword light completely extinguished.
The senior brother drew a long black iron whip from his waist, raised his arm, and slammed it into the ground with a chilling whooshing sound. Pointing at the helpless figure on the ground, he grinned maliciously:
"Today, I will beat you until you confess your crimes and submit to execution!"
[I'm so angry! Let me in! I'm going to kill you all! You bunch of hypocrites!!!]
【Don't step on my Xiaoxue! You bunch of bad people! Stay away from my Immortal Venerable! You're not allowed to touch him! [crying][crying][crying]】
[Friendly reminder: Please don't take this personally against the actors! The angrier they get, the better their acting is! Please watch rationally and refrain from using abusive language!]
[Aaaaaaah! Demon Lord, come save your husband! Summon the Demon Lord! Your husband is about to be beaten to death!!!]
The long whip was raised, about to fall—
"Boom—!"
A deafening roar suddenly erupted without warning, shaking the entire sacred mountain!
A dense, impenetrable demonic aura, imbued with an aura of endless destruction, appeared out of nowhere before everyone's eyes.
The senior brother's hand holding the whip was suddenly severed in mid-air. He could only let out half a scream before he was sent flying. The blood spurting from his mouth drew a long arc in the air before his body crashed heavily into a small mountain in the distance, sending rocks flying. His fate was unknown.
An unimaginable, terrifying pressure pressed down on everyone's heads as if it were a tangible force.
Without exception, the sect leader, elders, and onlookers all suffered internal organs shifting instantly, and blood gushed uncontrollably from their mouths and noses. Those with weaker cultivation even exploded and died on the spot!
Everyone knelt down in unison, their foreheads slamming uncontrollably against the ground, as if they were worshipping someone's arrival.
The entire sacred mountain was instantly shrouded in a heavy stench of blood, resembling a hell on earth.
Holy crap! That's brutal! I'm terrified! What kind of horror movie scene is this?!
[Oh my god, is that guy who just flew out alright? His body control is incredible! The blood he spat out was so high, I felt like it almost sprayed onto my face!]
[Here it comes! Finally, it's time for my favorite part: the hero saves the damsel in distress!]
The sky, which had been clear just moments before, was now churning with boundless demonic energy, obscuring the sun.
A fierce wind arose out of nowhere, carrying a strong smell of blood. Wherever it raged, the grass and trees withered and withered, and even the rocks trembled slightly under this terrifying pressure, as if they were about to shatter at any moment.
Amidst this apocalyptic scene, an extremely luxurious carriage, pulled by a ferocious level nine demon, slowly emerged from the depths of dense demonic energy and came to a stop in front of everyone.
The carriage curtain was lifted.
A tall and slender figure stepped out gracefully.
Lu Huaijin was dressed in a magnificent black robe, with ancient and eerie demonic patterns embroidered in gold. His long, ink-black hair reached his waist, and his face was handsome and cold. His sword-like eyebrows slanted upwards to his temples, and his thin lips curved into a smile that was neither a smile nor a smile. It revealed his indifference and playfulness towards all living beings, and also made him seem strangely eerie.
His dark eyes were as deep as an abyss, with a thick, almost black, dark red at the bottom of his pupils, captivating and mesmerizing. He casually swept his gaze over the crowd prostrate on the ground before him, his indifferent and cold eyes as if looking down on tiny ants, and his immense and vast pressure pressed down on everyone's heads as if it were a tangible force.
Anyone who showed the slightest sign of resistance would have their disobedient bone crushed instantly, bleeding from all seven orifices. At this moment, they could not lift a single finger, only kneeling on the ground.
A deep, majestic voice, carrying immense pressure, resonated clearly deep within the souls of everyone present. Each syllable contained a terrifying power that made even the laws of heaven and earth tremble.
"I'd like to see who dares to touch him!"
A desolate, deathly silence.
Wen Yinhe looked up in astonishment, finding it hard to believe that Lu Huaijin would suddenly break into their sect!
He didn't want to be presumptuous, but he couldn't think of any other reason besides it being for him.
Off-screen, Wen Yinhe thought to himself that it seemed the production team had anticipated a grand entrance for Lu Huaijin and had prepared plenty of blood packs in advance.
Seeing blood spurting out, this time it was quite a treat.
[Aaaaaaah, the Demon Lord has finally arrived! The Demon Lord is so cool! Welcome, Demon Lord! Demon Lord, Demon Lord, are you still taking on followers? I'm cheering for the Demon Lord! I'm waving the banner high and shouting my support for the Demon Lord!!!]
[I can't take it anymore! He's so handsome, but it's also so cringeworthy, hahaha! It's both awkward and exhilarating!]
[The Demon Lord draws a rainbow with his left hand, and his senior brother flies away! He draws a dragon with his right hand, and the sect leader flies away! He puts his two index fingers together, like two rockets, and all the disciples fly away! Yay!]
[I'm speechless with your idiot netizens, hahaha, I'm dying of laughter!!!]
[I have to say, the makeup and styling team on this show is really good! Could we borrow Ali's makeup and styling team for current fantasy dramas? I'm so fed up with the assembly-line makeup and styling in TV dramas these days!]
The sect leader, enduring the excruciating pain of his soul being torn apart and the overwhelming fear, swallowed hard and asked in a hoarse voice, "Demon Lord of Annihilation! What exactly is your relationship with Immortal Venerable Lanxue?!"
He was horrified.
He naturally knew that Wen Yinhe and the Demon Lord could not possibly have any connection whatsoever.
What a joke! One is only five hundred years old, while the other has been buried in the Soul Locking Abyss for a thousand years. Even if Wen Yinhe has great abilities, it is impossible for him to cross the magic array and run into the Soul Locking Abyss to have an affair with the demon.
As for that kiss when the demon was born...
He's a great demon, isn't it normal for him to act recklessly? Seeing a beautiful immortal on the verge of death, he suddenly becomes psychologically twisted and insists on publicly desecrating her before leaving, isn't that normal?
That slander was nothing more than mudslinging, meant only to silence the only person in the know and protect his son.
Who would have thought that this ruthless star would actually descend upon us in person and even protect Wen Yinhe so fiercely?!
Lu Huaijin's gaze fell on the blood-stained white figure on the ground, and a barely perceptible ripple flashed across his cold eyes.
He slowly stopped in front of Wen Yinhe, squatted down, and gently picked up a strand of Wen Yinhe's blood-stained white hair. His slightly narrowed eyes revealed anger and killing intent. When his gaze turned to the sect leader, a playful and ruthless curve appeared on the corner of his lips. His voice was slow and deliberate, with a lazy and nonchalant air of control.
"Originally, I had absolutely no connection with Immortal Venerable Lanxue, but since you keep claiming that he colluded with me, throwing this mud at me so loudly and so confidently... then today I will grant your wish and confirm the word 'collusion'!"
The moment he finished speaking, Lu Huaijin suddenly stretched out his right palm and grabbed at his senior brother, who was barely breathing amidst the pile of rubble in the distance!
The senior brother suddenly let out a shrill scream. His body seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible force. He rolled around on the ground in pain, his limbs twitching and twisting, as if he were enduring the cruelest torture in the world.
As he rolled over, a piece of immortal bone suddenly burst out of his body.
The sound of flesh tearing open was horrifying, and thick blood slowly spread beneath him as his struggles lessened.
Finally, the senior brother lay dying in a pool of blood, his meridians ruptured, blood flowing from his seven orifices, with only a faint, almost negligible breath barely sustaining his life.
Lu Huaijin actually managed to peel the immortal bones out of his senior brother's body with his bare hands!
What a vicious and cruel tactic this is!
The onlookers were all terrified and trembling, fearing they would be next.
However, some sharp-eyed observers noticed that the once flawless immortal bone was now entangled with wisps of demonic energy, which had stained the bone black as ink and exuded an evil aura that was of the same origin as Lu Huaijin's but even more mixed and filthy!
Everyone gasped involuntarily, staring in utter terror at the nearly black immortal bone.
What... what's going on?
Wasn't it said that it was Immortal Venerable Lanxue who colluded with the demon?
But now, looking at it this way, how could the one who truly fell into demonic possession be Lanxue Immortal Venerable's senior brother?!
Lu Huaijin smiled contemptuously and mockingly. Everyone in front of him was a fool who couldn't distinguish right from wrong, just echoed others, and had no brains at all!
"Now you finally see clearly? Who is this person, covered in demonic energy and already fallen to demonic ways? The core of the Demon Sealing Ceremony's formation should have been as solid as a rock. If someone hadn't lost their Dao heart during the protection ceremony, allowing demonic thoughts to arise and causing the formation to break, how could I have escaped? This is all thanks to your sect leader raising such a good son..."
The members of the immortal sect were immediately horrified, their eyes filled with anger and disbelief at being deceived.
"In order to repair the gap in the formation, Immortal Venerable Lanxue did not hesitate to exhaust her life's cultivation and destroy her soul. What she got in return was your bunch of fools' indiscriminate accusations and slanders!"
"If it weren't for the Immortal Venerable, you would probably have been devoured by trillions of demons and monsters the moment the Soul Lock Abyss was unsealed. Not only are you ungrateful, but you also distort the truth, parrot others, and are utterly foolish!"
Lu Huaijin's every word was like a heavy hammer, striking hard against the hearts of those immortal sect members who had once verbally attacked Wen Yinhe and stood by indifferently.
Looking at the Immortal Venerable on the ground, whose cultivation had been completely lost and whose body was covered in blood, yet whose spine remained straight, and then at their senior brother's immortal bones, black as charcoal, and the pale-faced sect leader, their hearts were overwhelmed by immense shame and regret, along with a trace of indescribable fear and a sense of absurdity.
[Was Mr. Lu's dialogue improvised? His eloquence is incredible! I was completely stunned, it felt like I was listening to my boss listen to him! How come Mr. Lu, a domineering CEO, has such strong delivery of lines? Are you two both gifted with natural talent?!]
[Perhaps it's because he's playing himself, but I always felt that what President Lu said above was very sincere, as if he said it from the bottom of his heart...]
[Damn, I was having so much fun, and then suddenly I got hurt again! QAQ]
[I must say, my senior's acting is really good! No wonder he got such an important supporting role! This young man has a bright future ahead of him!]
As Lu Huaijin spoke, he became angry with himself. His breathing became more and more rapid, his eyes turned red, and he pointed at their noses and began to berate them:
"Don't you have your own brains? You believe whatever others say? Let me tell you, for every bite of shit you eat, your cultivation will increase by ten years, ten bites will increase it by a hundred years, and a hundred bites will increase it by a thousand years. Would you still go and eat it?"
The actors almost burst out laughing: "...???"
No, Mr. Lu... is this shit really appropriate for a beautiful fantasy romance drama with a love-hate relationship and intense love and hate?!
At this moment, they finally understood the feeling of Wen Yinhe and Lu Huaijin being on the verge of collapse during their acting together.
Because President Lu really couldn't control himself!
This was the most difficult improvisation they had ever encountered!
[Hahahaha, I'm impressed! Mr. Lu, how can you be so easily praised! I just complimented your eloquence! (Laughing and crying...)]
I used to think that President Lu's acting career was just a Waterloo for the Best Actor, but now I know I was wrong. President Lu is a force of nature who creates equal opportunities for every actor, hahaha!
Fortunately, Lu Huaijin realized in time that he had gotten a little too carried away and quickly pulled his mouth back from its increasingly aggressive direction.
But I'm still so annoyed.
Lu Huaijin's sharp voice suddenly rose, his words piercing straight into everyone's hearts like unsheathed blades:
"You, as disciples of the righteous sect, spout benevolence and morality, yet your hearts are filthy. You frame loyal and virtuous people for your own selfish desires, unable to distinguish right from wrong! Your immortal bones and Dao hearts have long been utterly corrupted! What use are you now?!"
I'll shave them all off!
Suddenly, Lu Huaijin stretched out his left palm and grabbed at the group of people on the left!
The familiar gesture startled the actors slightly.
The next second, they each threw out a piece of immortal bone from their pockets, bit open the blood packs in their mouths, and collapsed to the ground bleeding from all seven orifices.
Lu Huaijin nodded in satisfaction, then stretched out his right palm and made a grasping motion in mid-air towards the group of people on his right!
The actors on the right also excitedly threw away their immortal bones, bit open the blood packs in their mouths, and couldn't wait to spit blood at the sky. They even secretly compared whose spit blood had the prettiest arc. Those who were close even washed each other's faces.
Among the kneeling crowd, all the disciples and elders who had participated in the shouting, slander, and indifferent onlookers had their immortal bones stripped away, their lifelong cultivation completely dissipated, and they were reduced to utter mortals.
The mournful, desperate cries echoed in my ears.
Their cultivation was destroyed, their immortal bones were ruined, and everyone was on the verge of death, their eyes filled with endless despair and fear.
The entire Lingxu Sect has been transformed into a hellish wasteland filled with mournful cries.
Meanwhile, the actors lying on the ground wailing and howling breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the director was worried that President Lu hadn't had enough fun, so he had them prepare several extra blood packs in advance. Just to be on the safe side, he also made them each carry their own immortal bones with them, in case President Lu suddenly took a dislike to someone and wanted to kill them.
The director was indeed prescient!
But I never expected that President Lu would wipe out the entire sect...
Alright, alright, no one needs to envy the senior brother. Everyone gets a share, everyone gets a share. Don't rush, take it one at a time.
[I can't take it anymore, hahaha! How did CEO Lu get so into this?! The production team really spoils him, they just went along with him and pulled off this huge stunt!]
[Tsk tsk, the director's got some skills. He even prepared the props in advance. Did he anticipate that President Lu would lose his temper? hhhhh]
[Holy crap, a massacre of an entire family... I can't even comment. This is a real demon! It's all over. The Demon Lord's already difficult path to winning back his beloved has become even more difficult. And this was done right in front of the Immortal Lord! Demon Lord, do you really not want to win him over?! (doge)]
[The Demon Lord doesn't need to worry about the consequences, because this is clearly a test of the actor's acting skills! Hilarious! I believe the actor will find a solution! (clenches fist)]
[Best Actor: Who's going to care if I live or die... QAQ]
As Wen Yinhe gazed at the horrific scene of blood flowing like a river, his pupils trembled violently. He felt a deep sorrow and despair, and even his immortal bones began to ache faintly.
He wanted to be with the Demon Lord as soon as possible, but who knew that things would become even more difficult for Huai Jin, and now he's been dragged into hell mode all at once!
Can... can they really still understand each other?
He can't take it anymore. Maybe he should become a demon too. He's never acted in such a difficult role in his life.
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