A misunderstanding
Rong Yan stopped in front of the door, and Yun Xiu said again, "It's too chaotic outside, it's not a good time to go out. Don't worry, with your aunt here, no one will dare to make things difficult for you."
For his health, she, as his aunt, kindly advised him.
He remained silent, and Yunxiu took the initiative to have someone bring up the Blood-Clad Silkworm.
Yunxiu tactfully left, and Xueyi Can entered the room, excitedly saying, "Wenwei Jun."
How are you?
"I'm fine. They didn't make things difficult for me and even found a doctor to treat my injuries," Blood-Clad Silkworm said happily. Realizing Wen Weijun's current status, Blood-Clad Silkworm dared not offend her with his words.
"That's good." He was relieved to see that everything was alright.
Do you know where this is?
Blood-Clad Silkworm pondered for a moment, "This is the Ten Thousand Demon Abode, the territory of the demon race."
“That woman just now is my aunt. Do you know who she is?” Rong Yan asked.
“The guards here all call her Princess. She should be the Holy Venerable’s youngest daughter, Yunxiu.” Blood-Clad Silkworm tried hard to recall. “As far as I know, the First Prince died more than ten years ago. The Second and Third Princes are married, but they have no children. The Fourth and Fifth Princes are not yet married. The Sixth Princess was raised by the Holy Venerable and has not yet married.”
Therefore, Rong Yan's biological father should be the long-deceased First Prince Yun Zheng.
"The First Prince Yun Zheng had a romantic relationship with the daughter of the Lord of Futu Mountain, and Wen Weijun's parents..." Blood-Clad Silkworm was only guessing after all, and secretly glanced at Wen Weijun's reaction, but the other party remained unmoved.
"I should have thought of that." Rong Yan sighed helplessly. He had always thought that his birth was nothing more than the union of a minor demon and a cultivator, but he never expected it to be such a troublesome identity.
The eldest son of the Holy Venerable, Yun Zheng, and the beloved daughter of Heaven, Rong Nianci.
What an incredible combination! Even he himself couldn't believe it when he heard it.
"Why is Wen Weijun sighing?" Xueyi Can didn't understand. Wen Weijun's current prestigious status was far more respectable than being a junior disciple in the sect. He couldn't help but envy him.
This identity exacerbated the discord between Rong Yan and his senior sister, creating an insurmountable chasm between them.
“Tell me their story.” He didn’t know his parents well; his only insights came from others.
That war back then was earth-shattering and awe-inspiring; all those who knew about it are no longer alive.
The reason why Blood-Clad Silkworm knew so much was because of Qi Chengyan, one of the Four Immortals of the Divine Sun, who naturally knew what had happened.
After recounting her story, Blood-Clad Silkworm said, "That's all I know."
Rong Yan's face remained expressionless, even excessively calm. He had no feelings for his parents, his emotions as indifferent as still water.
What he couldn't understand was why he hadn't inherited any of his parents' strength despite his own bloodline.
On the contrary, it is neither fish nor fowl, half-human and half-demon.
Knowing his true identity, Rong Yan had other plans. "How is it outside?"
Yunxiu's parting words gave him pause for thought.
"After I took Wen Weijun away, the Holy Venerable led his men to attack Mount Futu." Blood-Clad Silkworm said hesitantly, and Rong Yan urged him to continue: "And then?"
"The Immortal Sect says that Wen Weijun is the son of a demon, lurking within the sect, murdering fellow disciples and destroying evidence, and poisoning his mentor. His crimes are heinous."
As he expected, Rong Yan didn't care about what outsiders thought; he was more interested in how his senior sister viewed him.
Lin Yueyao rushed back without stopping.
Along the way, a series of news reports came in quick succession—
Demon soldiers launched a surprise attack on the Misty Sect.
The army breached Mount Futu.
Rong Yan harmed his fellow disciples and caused the death of his master.
Rong Yan is a demon, and he colludes with the demon race from within and without.
Each and every incident testifies to the occurrence of this tragedy.
The road ahead was littered with corpses. When she arrived, both sides were severely wounded, and the demon race led their remaining troops out of the territory.
Flying into the valley on a sword, amidst ruins and broken walls.
The Xuan Tong Zhenren who was sitting on the ground had long since become a stiff corpse.
Old, decaying, fragile. These were her feelings about the corpse. Zhou had suffered from the ravages of war; trees had fallen, and the scenery was utterly destroyed.
Beside the corpses was a huge pit, exposed by the fighting, where many people were buried.
She staggered forward, her fingers trembling inexplicably, unable to grasp Wenqing, which fell to the ground with a thud.
He knelt tremblingly before his master.
Who is it?
Who exactly is it?
Song Qingyun stepped forward. He was injured, his hair was disheveled, and he had several wounds on his body.
"Junior sister, please accept my condolences." He couldn't hide his grief as he comforted Lin Yueyao.
"Who is it?" she repeated, her voice trembling uncontrollably as she tried her best to calm herself and not lose control.
“It’s Rong Yan.” Song Qingyun said the name with great difficulty.
"I don't believe it." She knelt before the corpse, a tear falling from her eye. She dared not touch her master, for fear that she might vanish into thin air at any moment.
"It's Rong Yan! He's not only a demon, he's killed so many people, and he even dug out Xuan Tong Zhenren's spiritual root!" Xu Yourong, who was far away in the crowd, spoke up. "This huge pit is all his doing!"
“Don’t talk nonsense—” As wise as Song Qingyun was, he did not believe that Rong Yan could do such a wrong thing, but he did witness Rong Yan take away the spiritual root.
“Who dares to talk nonsense? I saw Yun Shang claiming him as his nephew with my own eyes.” The injured disciple guarding the mountain stepped forward to testify.
"Senior Brother, I dare not speak recklessly." Xu Youruo's face was pale and her body was weak. With her brother's support, she stood up and slowly said, "Rong Yan is wicked. When I was dragged into the water by crocodiles, he stood on the shore and watched me die without helping. He clearly wanted to kill me."
In an instant, overwhelming evidence pointed to Rong Yan.
Lin Yueyao's gaze shifted downwards, and there was a fist-sized hole in Xuan Tong Zhenren's dantian; her arm could even pass through this hole.
On the master's chest was a deep wound, still bearing the scent of weeping and sorrow.
She closed her eyes in heartache, her body trembling.
Hearing is believing, seeing is believing. Before meeting Rong Yan, she didn't believe anyone's words.
Besides, his master treated Rong Yan very well, so how could Rong Yan possibly kill the Heavenly Wolf?
"Junior sister, please calm down." Song Qingyun advised her, fearing that she might do something rash.
"I know." She opened her eyes, her eyes moist, and knelt down in front of her master.
Looking up at the sky, she had never felt such despair. Her master was her closest relative, and now that he was dead, it was as if her life was over.
Overwhelmed with grief, she desperately wanted to know the truth and tried her best to remain calm.
Public opinion can be devastating; she wanted Rong Yan to tell her personally that he had not killed his master and had not done anything heinous.
"Since Senior Sister Lin refuses to believe it, we should at least listen to what she has to say." After saying that, a person emerged from the crowd, and that person was none other than Lingfang, who had been missing for a long time.
Trapped in the cave by the Blood-Clad Silkworm, they would probably be nothing but bones if Song Qingyun hadn't led his men in a full-scale search of the valley.
"Junior Sister—" Song Qingyun stopped them, trying his best to prevent them from revealing the truth. The moment he found Lingfang, he already understood most of the reason.
But he believed that Rong Yan was not such an unrighteous and heartless person. He was willing to give Rong Yan a chance.
"Senior brother, I respect you as my elder brother, but you can't stop me this time." Lingfang was extremely frail, her voice choked with sobs.
She opened her palm and released the paper crane that she had been holding for a long time.
Her former senior brother had used this method to stand up for Rong Yan. Now, in order to bring Rong Yan down, she was making the most of it.
The paper crane, carrying a message, floated shakily in the air, and with the blessing of spiritual power, a sound slowly drifted out.
It was a clumsy voice, then gradually, Rong Yan appeared, followed by the blood-stained silkworm.
It's easy to tell from their conversation that they were discussing something and that they knew about Rong Yan's leaked demonic power.
The evidence was irrefutable. Even if Lin Yueyao didn't believe it and Song Qingyun was unwilling to face it, they had no choice but to bow their heads in the face of the facts.
Where is he?
Song Qingyun shook his head, his whole body deflated like a punctured balloon.
Even so, she has plenty of ways to find Rong Yan.
The spirits, Wenqing and Kubei, resonated with each other and made a pact to cultivate into human form and accompany each other for life.
But at this point, Wenqing was unwilling to give her directions.
"Useless thing." She slapped Wenqing away and discarded it.
Even if there's no other way, we'll search high and low, using every possible method to find Rong Yan.
She got up to leave, but Song Qingyun remained calm and said, "Junior sister, don't act impulsively before the matter is fully investigated."
Lin Yueyao glanced at him coldly. How could she remain calm? Her master's immortal body bore traces of grief and still retained a wisp of demonic power.
She was familiar with that wisp of demonic power; she had encountered it long ago in the courtyard where she resided on Mount Futu.
She thought it was Benben and didn't take any precautions, but now that she thinks about it, it must be Rong Yan.
Seeing that he couldn't stop her, Song Qingyun spoke with conviction and earnestness: "The body of Master Xuantong is not yet cold. If it is left to rot in this wilderness, it will never find peace."
"The best course of action now is to find a real person; we can't just stand by and watch him sit in this valley."
Yes, senior brother is right, the master is the most important.
Resting in the earth brings peace. She was so angry she lost her mind.
She summoned Wenqing back, and then, carrying the corpse of Xuantong Zhenren, walked back step by step.
My master's body was as if he had passed away peacefully; it felt light and easy to hold.
The bloodstains on his body had dried, and his skin was like a dried corpse, stiff and cold.
Lin Yueyao was overwhelmed with emotion and walked back to the sect like a walking corpse.
Upon entering the Wenyuan Hall, she was at a loss for what to do.
Upon receiving the news, Xuan Tian and Qi Chengyan rushed over.
Qi Chengyan, the instigator, understood what had happened and realized that it all seemed to be related to him, so he remained silent.
"Child, don't be too sad."
Yin Lanxin is the sect leader of the Hehuan Sect, and Lin Yueyao knows her.
The master's body could not be left unattended, so Qi Chengyan found a crystal coffin and placed the body inside.
It was only at this moment that she belatedly realized who Qi Chengyan, who was also known as one of the Four Immortals of Shenyang, was.
"Sect Master, is there any way to save my master?" Lin Yueyao couldn't accept that her master was dead, so she pleaded with Xuan Tian for help.
Xuan Tian believed in going with the flow, but Yin Lanxin knew that she was unwilling and that she was the apple of Rong Yan's eye, so she extended her affection to Xuan Tian and asked him to help her.
Due to Yin Lanxin's domineering nature, Xuan Tian stood in the hall and used a spirit-gathering talisman.
"The spirits reunite, and the soul returns."
A wisp of mist rose up, hovered above the corpse, and dissipated in less than a moment.
"The failure to gather souls is a good thing," Yin Lanxin thought.
Everyone looked at her in confusion, and she explained, "Even when an immortal dies, their spiritual root remains in the world. If the spiritual root dissipates, that is true death."
"The fact that your master's soul cannot be found means that his spiritual roots are still in the world and have been carefully preserved."
"As long as you find your spiritual root, your master can be resurrected."
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