burning with jealousy
A thin mist and thick clouds create a desolate and bleak atmosphere.
Rong Yan soared through the clouds, flying on his sword all the way from the Ten Thousand Demons Pavilion. He landed gracefully, and the gate barrier of the Misty Sect automatically allowed him to pass.
His meridians and bones had long been deeply ingrained by immortal arts, while the demon core in his dantian was both mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining with his body, causing him to be unpredictable in temperament.
The death of Master Xuantong, coupled with the heavy losses in the encirclement and suppression, meant that not even a single disciple guarding the mountain was seen, allowing them to easily enter the sect.
Following my memory, I walked along a pebbled path, pushed open the door, and found that the peach blossoms in the yard had withered early because no one was taking care of them, and the small house had been sealed.
He pressed his palm against the door frame and gently pressed down. Fine cracks appeared on the fluorescent barrier, and with a snap, it shattered completely.
The soles of my feet stomped on the ground, making a creaking sound.
I pushed open the door, and everything was as usual.
He had never even been damaged; he owned nothing that didn't belong to him.
After a brief moment of reflection, the drifting figure left the small house.
The men's quarters remained unchanged, but many new faces appeared in the women's quarters.
Since it was broad daylight, I didn't see many people.
He rarely moved around within the sect and never went anywhere else.
Rong Yan finally arrived at the side hall where the Wenyuan Hall was located.
The room's furnishings remained as they were when Lin Yueyao left the sect for Mount Futu: a messy bed and sword sheaths scattered everywhere.
Lin Yueyao also brought back the books that the Blood-Clad Silkworm had given her while impersonating the Crown Prince, all untouched.
He remembered that most of these books were about the pleasures of men and women, and she must not have read them carefully, which is why she brought them all back.
For some reason, he had a strange feeling that he would need it in the future, so he readily accepted it and put it into his scepter.
After wandering around the side hall, I suddenly remembered my original intention, as if waking from a dream.
Walking through the peach grove, I was covered in fallen petals. Standing outside the main hall, I shook off the petals, dusted off my sleeves, and then stepped inside.
A crystal coffin was placed in the hall, with spirit lamps enshrined on both sides.
The appearance of the True Man Xuantong was well preserved, and his hands, feet and clothes were clean and tidy, just like an old man in his peaceful old age.
He was pondering how to safely bring his master's remains back to the Demon Palace when his disciple, who had been secretly watching him for a long time, appeared.
A large number of disciples gathered in the peach grove, on the rooftops, in the streams, and on the covered bridges.
His brothers and fellow disciples were everywhere.
They all stared at him with piercing eyes, as if he were a formidable enemy, regarding him as a plague.
“Rong Yan, Master Xuantong is already dead. Do you want him to have no peace after his death?” The leader was Song Qingyun. His eyes were complicated, his tone was heavy, and his attitude towards Rong Yan was ambiguous and vague.
He didn't mean anything by it; he just wanted to take his master back and find a way to save him.
"Senior brother misunderstands me. I want to make senior sister happy, so I want to take Master's remains with me," Rong Yan explained slowly.
"You two despicable people! Master Xuantong must have been blind to take you as his disciples." The person who spoke was Lingfang, who had recovered after a long period of recuperation following her attack by the Blood-Clad Silkworm.
She thought about revenge every day until Rong Yan came to her door in person, at which point she gathered with the other disciples at the Wenyuan Hall.
“Fellow disciples, Rong Yan knows that his sins are unforgivable. Before I am punished, I must take Master’s remains with me.”
"Don't even think about it!"
"Wearing those clothes, do you still consider yourself a disciple of the Misty Sect?!"
The crowd was enraged, and some even threw stones at him.
This time, Song Qingyun did not stop him.
The superiors set an example for the inferiors, and seeing that he truly showed no intention of resisting, the masses followed suit.
The two brothers, Xu Youruo and Xu Yourong, hid behind others and picked out sharp stones for everyone to vent their anger on.
Rong Yan silently endured the accusations, letting everyone vent their anger.
The fair skin was slashed by sharp edges, and blood stained most of the face, running down the corners of the eyes.
Blood entered his eyes, turning them crimson, making him look like a ferocious beast whose limbs had been cut off.
In the end, a pebble hitting the eye socket became the last straw that broke the camel's back.
The dark side of Rong Yan's heart was brought to the forefront.
He suddenly looked up, unleashing a domineering demonic aura, his eyes gleaming with an eerie light.
The surging demonic energy blasted away the disciples who were trying to attack.
The disciples corrupted by the demonic energy all collapsed to the ground, spitting out mouthfuls of black blood.
"It's demonic power; he is a demon!"
"How dare you, mere ants, offend me?" Rong Yan's face twisted in a ferocious grin, his demonic power completely overriding his reason.
"I will make sure you all die without a burial place—"
"Senior Brother, quickly activate the Demon-Slaying Formation!!" the injured disciple hurriedly said.
Only Song Qingyun noticed something was wrong; Rong Yan in front of him was clearly possessed by an evil spirit.
The disciples behind him called out anxiously, "What are you still hesitating for, Senior Brother? Kill Rong Yan, for True Master Xuantong, and for the revenge of our fallen brothers!"
"Senior brother, don't hesitate any longer." Lingfang ran up and took his arm.
"On my command, activate the Demon-Slaying Formation—" Song Qingyun had no choice but to speak.
Rong Yan, driven by his own body's instincts, clutched his head in pain. Song Qingyun turned her head away, unable to bear watching any longer.
Just as the formation was about to be completed, Yunxiu and her troops finally arrived.
After its extremely loud ringing, the Phoenix Bell fell to the ground, turning into scrap metal.
"How dare you, the Ethereal Sect, act so presumptuously, you demon race's Holy Venerable!"
Countless dark shadows gathered in mid-air above the Misty Sect. While the old Demon King was alive, he had been amassing troops and secretly searching for Rong Yan's whereabouts.
After Yun Shang's death, the group of Jingwei he had raised naturally came under the command of the Demon Palace.
Although the Holy Empress remained aloof, she had the support of four major families. Her grandmother was the patriarch of the Qingqiu Fox Clan.
These troops are sufficient to support the demon race's wars.
When the demons suddenly appeared, all the elders of the Misty Sect above the Nascent Soul stage showed up. In order to stabilize the morale of the army, Xuan Tian did not show up.
Ke Yunxiu has quite a few powerful subordinates.
"What are you? How dare you run wild in the Misty Sect?!" Lingfang asked the sky recklessly.
Upon catching the source of the voice, Yunxiu narrowed her eyes and slapped Lingfang across the air.
Lingfang covered her face, which was red and swollen, her eyes filled with resentment and anger.
Having witnessed her prowess, Lingfang had no choice but to shut up.
"Are all the people in the Misty Sect vulgar? They actually let such trash deal with me." Yun Xiu said with sarcasm.
"What kind of person she is is none of your business," said True Monarch Biluo and True Monarch Qiongyu, stepping forward together.
Lingfang called out "Master" in a wronged tone, but the two remained unmoved.
One black and one white, forming two opposing forces in the sky.
Blood-Clad Silkworm stood beside Yunxiu and said in a low voice, "The Venerable One suddenly ran away. Shouldn't we take him back first? We came out in a hurry and didn't bring enough troops. If the Misty Sect secretly informs us, it will be difficult to handle the situation."
Yunxiu nodded secretly, agreeing with what he said.
Then he turned around and said apologetically, "Your Majesty, we are late. We beg Your Majesty's forgiveness."
Rong Yan responded consciously, using his power to fly to Yun Xiu's side.
"Do you think this is a vegetable market, where people come and go as they please? You're underestimating the Misty Sect." A female cultivator floating in the sky said.
Yunxiu said disdainfully, "His Majesty has condescended to do this, showing you face. Don't push your luck."
"Who's afraid of who?! Let's fight if you dare." Impatient people simply can't stand it.
The people from the Misty Sect made the first move. Yunxiu did not want to continue the fight, but her personal guards were the most protective of their master.
The two groups were on the verge of conflict and had already started fighting.
During Rong Yan's flight, an arrow pierced through the clouds and stabbed into his shoulder.
He frowned and looked back. Lingfang held up the Moon Chasing Bow, her arm trembling, looking at him with smug satisfaction.
They were flying too high to hear what Lingfang was saying, but judging from her lip movements—
Lingfang said, "Traitor, this is a lesson for you!"
That's practically suicide!
He winced in pain, pulled the arrow out with his bare hands, turned around, and threw it back.
The arrow flew back unexpectedly, but Song Qingyun reacted first, grabbing Lingfang and rolling to the ground.
But he misjudged the direction, and the arrow pierced the heart of the person next to him, who screamed and died instantly.
Lingfang was both anxious and scared, and hid in Song Qingyun's arms.
Yunxiu's personal guards fought three against one, leaving the Misty Sect with no chance to retaliate.
"Your Excellency is injured."
Rong Yan's face was grim and his expression extremely unpleasant. He said sharply, "One day, I will surely crush the Misty Sect—"
At this moment, Rong Yan, who was hiding his true nature, still didn't know why he was here, and the current situation was difficult to explain.
"Follow me back to the palace."
Yunxiu, however, advised, "This woman plotted against His Majesty and even spoke disrespectfully to him, which is extremely disrespectful. In my opinion, this woman should be punished with the most severe form of punishment."
With just a glance, Rong Yan's demonic power, like an invisible giant hand, swept Ling Fang into the air.
She clung tightly to Song Qingyun, who was implicated because of him.
Yunxiu ordered her guards to cover everyone's escape, and the people of the Misty Sect could only watch helplessly as the two were captured.
Meanwhile, Xuan Tian, who had never shown his face, was still discussing with Qi Chengyan and Yin Lanxin how to revive Xuan Tong.
The three agreed that Xuan Tong's death led to the tragedy. If Xuan Tong could wake up, then as Rong Yan's master, he should have a better chance of resolving the war than others.
Just as the three of them were making these plans, little did they know that it was getting dark outside.
The large group left the Misty Sect and returned to the Demon Palace.
As soon as Rong Yan landed, he fell into a coma.
The group managed to get him onto the bed, and Yunxiu, without even changing her clothes, worked tirelessly to treat his arrow wound.
Fortunately, the physician told him that Rong Yan's demonic power was becoming more and more stable, and he would not suddenly lose control of his emotions like before.
This signifies that the Holy One is subtly retreating, and the new Rong Yan is the result of rebirth and integration.
The reborn Rong Yan seems to have a deep obsession with something. He is determined to save his master and win back his senior sister's smile.
But it could backfire.
Lin Yueyao learned everything, including that he had stormed into the Misty Sect, broken into her master's bedroom, and attempted to steal her master's remains.
She mocked him and said, "Senior brother is innocent, let them go."
"I did all this for you."
He changed the subject, and Lin Yueyao couldn't tell if he was playing dumb. "Don't drag them into this. This has nothing to do with them."
"You care about him a lot. Is he the person you like?" Rong Yan stared at her, looking at the woman so close to him, but his heart was elsewhere.
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