Xuanqing will always remember that it was a bright and sunny day.
After the battle in which the Xuanmen besieged their senior brother, although the senior brother had been killed as they claimed, the Xuanmen also lost many talented individuals. The already serious Xuanmen became even more silent and oppressive, making it unbearably suffocating.
Xuanqing hid in his room, afraid to go out. His bed became the little girl's home. Xiaoxiao, true to her name, seemed to know that her situation was not good, so she was very well-behaved and did not cry.
Five-year-old Xuanqing didn't know what babies should eat. Seeing that she hadn't grown any teeth yet, he secretly brought back a bowl of porridge from the kitchen to feed Xiaoxiao. But he was also a child and didn't know how to take care of a child even younger than himself. Gradually, Xiaoxiao became quieter and quieter. Xuanqing touched Xiaoxiao's hot forehead and knew that Xiaoxiao had a fever. If she had a fever, they should take her to see a doctor.
Xuanqing dared not go to the Holy Physician Hall, so he decided to take Xiaoxiao down the mountain.
It was already difficult for him to sneak down the mountain alone, let alone with a child in his arms. So, he was discovered by the patrolling disciples not long after he started walking down the mountain.
A senior student asked him, "Where did this baby come from?"
"I...I found the child at the mountain gate..." Xuan Qing hugged the child tightly, instinctively lying for the first time.
"Found it?"
The patrolling senior brothers did not easily believe them. Since the passing of their eldest senior brother, apart from Xuanqing and Mu Ning, everyone was suspicious of each other over the position of the next sect leader. In their eyes, no one was trustworthy except themselves.
Faced with his senior brothers' doubts, Xuanqing didn't know what to do. Fortunately, at that moment, a solar eclipse occurred, the sunlight disappeared, and everything went dark.
Then, the Xuanmen's alarm bell rang, and all the disciples ran to the gate to assemble, ignoring Xuanqing.
Xuanqing, carrying Xiaoxiao, secretly headed towards the mountain gate. He wanted to find an opportunity to go down the mountain and take Xiaoxiao to see a doctor.
A group of disciples in white robes gathered at the mountain gate. Standing at the head of the group was Daoist Yimu, who had lost an arm. He frowned and said, "This strange phenomenon... indicates that the day when the gates of hell will open has arrived."
He naturally knew that the Gate of Hell opened only once every seven hundred years, and the reason he chose to expend his cultivation to open the Gate of Hell some time ago was simply because he couldn't wait any longer.
Xuanqing, holding Xiaoxiao, hid behind a pillar and saw that his senior brothers and sisters did not look well when they heard the words "Ghost Gate".
The sun was completely obscured by darkness. The daytime was like night, no, it was even darker than night, because there was no starlight or moonlight in the sky.
Then, everyone felt a powerful evil aura. This evil aura suppressed all the immortal energy of the immortal sect. Within the vast immortal sect, only a decaying evil aura lingered, making people feel uncomfortable.
The wind rustled the clothes as a man in white slowly ascended the stone steps in front of the mountain gate. His robes were snow-white and spotless, his long hair was jet black and fluttered gently in the wind, his figure was tall and elegant, and his appearance was astoundingly beautiful.
His unhurried pace made no sound, yet with each step he took, an inaudible sound seemed to resonate in one's heart.
Finally, the man arrived at the mountain gate. He smiled at the crowd, his smile as warm as a spring breeze, and said, "I have come to take your lives as promised."
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