"Yes, I've gone mad." Fang Yue raised his sword and thrust again, this time landing on Yi Mu's chest.
Yimu opened his eyes wide and groaned. Fang Yue avoided vital points, and used magic in every sword strike to ensure that he could live as long as possible. The longer he lived, the more pain he could suffer.
Fang Yue smiled slightly, "When everyone in the world dies, I will die too, and I will go to accompany Feng Guang."
"You...you should kill me..."
"Is Master in unbearable pain?" Fang Yue looked slightly bewildered. Then, he pulled the sword out of Yi Mu's body and pointed it at a different spot. This time, he stabbed it into Yi Mu's shoulder. "How is it? Is Master feeling any better?"
Ichiki was completely too weak to answer him.
Fang Yue stopped laughing, bored. He moved the sword that was stuck in Yi Mu's body, and Yi Mu bit his lip until it bled from the pain.
“Master…you are the master I respect the most, how can I not be filial to you?” Fang Yue sighed, then suddenly smiled, “Master, rest assured, I have arranged everything in the Ghost Realm. As soon as you go down, they will treat you well and make you so happy that you will forget about home.”
Yi Mu suddenly remembered that Fang Yue was now a ghost cultivator, so the ghost realm was naturally his territory. So what if Yi Mu died? Once he entered the ghost realm, he probably wouldn't even be able to reincarnate!
No... he doesn't want to die...
Without uttering a sound, Yi Mu's head was severed from his body. His head rolled in the blood of the disciples, his wide-open eyes unable to close, dying with unfinished business.
Fang Yue released the Cold Abyss Sword, which fell to the ground and then stuck straight in the earth. The holy blue blade was free of any blood. He turned his head slightly, only glancing briefly at the pillar not far away. His gaze did not linger for long before he turned away.
"Senior Brother!" Xuan Qing, holding Xiao Xiao, stepped out from behind the pillar. He had witnessed everything that had just happened, including the bloody mess on the ground, but he still chose to step forward. The five-year-old child mustered his courage and said, "Xiao Xiao... Xiao Xiao has a fever... Xuan Qing doesn't know what to do..."
The man's steps did not falter.
"Senior Brother! Senior Sister Fengguang said you'll take Xiaoxiao away!"
The wind stopped, and Fang Yue stopped walking as well.
“Xuanqing promised Senior Sister Fengguang…and hid Xiaoxiao well…and didn’t let anyone else know…but…” Little Xuanqing looked down at the baby’s feverish face, “but…I didn’t take good care of Xiaoxiao…”
Upon seeing the white-clad figure suddenly appear before him, Xuan Qing immediately looked up. The man who had just been walking away was now standing right in front of him.
Xuan Qing looked at Fang Yue's expressionless face, then at Xiao Xiao in the swaddling clothes, and tremblingly raised her hands, "Senior Brother..."
Fang Yue didn't rush to take the child. He simply asked in a slightly cold voice, "Do you think that if Feng Guang hadn't given birth to Xiao Xiao, would she... have been less easily hurt?"
As he asked, one hand slowly landed on the baby's smooth face, moving gently as it was about to touch her slender neck.
Xuanqing was still young, and there were many things he didn't understand, but his heart suddenly raced, and he broke out in a cold sweat. In his childish voice, he said, "Senior Sister Fengguang said... Xiaoxiao is her and Senior Brother's child, so... so she wants Xuanqing to protect Xiaoxiao well. Senior Brother... Senior Sister Fengguang must... must really like your child..."
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