There's always someone out of the woods.
The final item needed to revive Master Xuantong was a drop of blood from his closest relative.
The first person Xuan Tian and the others thought of was Lin Yueyao, but as Xuan Tong's disciple, Rong Yan's blood was also useful.
Fresh blood dripped from his abdomen, as if a light rain had fallen, and the ground gradually became muddy.
The blood-stained demon core emitted a dazzling light, drawing everyone's gaze involuntarily to the source.
Rong Yan's hands trembled slightly in mid-air, and his body, having lost its demon core, swayed precariously.
His face was pale, and he seemed to float away as if he could be blown away at any moment.
The demon core floated quietly, flew into the air, and disappeared into the clouds.
Then, clouds and rosy hues rose.
Golden sunlight pierced through the clouds, illuminating the clear landscape. Enveloped in a warm light and a peaceful atmosphere, everyone was frozen in place.
Rong Yan floated on the clouds, the sacrificial demon core breaking through the darkness of dawn and welcoming the first light of day.
"Rong Yan——"
A woman's hoarse voice came from somewhere, and it could be vaguely recognized as Yunxiu's voice.
Rong Yan's body fell rapidly like a kite with a broken string, landing with a loud thud.
Lin Yueyao tried to catch him, but her master, surrounded by golden light, was about to awaken!
She watched helplessly as Yunxiu broke through the barriers, rushed to Rong Yan's side, and picked up the mangled corpse.
The dark clouds dispersed, leaving the area seemingly empty, and the gaze remained silent.
With Rong Yan dead, everyone regained their vitality and could move freely again.
"What are you still hesitating for?!"
“That’s our grandson, not an outsider!” The old peak master’s wife, who was quite old, had a big argument with him over this matter.
"I know!" The old peak master pressed his five fingers together against his forehead and paced back and forth in the room.
"Now that you know, what are you still standing there for?!" The lady was anxious, wishing she could personally lead the troops to rescue them.
"What do you, a mere woman, know?!"
The lady patted her chest, her face flushed with anger, "I don't understand, I just want my grandson!"
"If you're not going, I'll go myself—"
"Stop! You're not allowed to go!" the old peak master said sternly, and the disciples outside the hall stopped her.
"Do you even know his current status?" The old peak master reasoned with him, appealing to both emotion and logic. "Are you taking people out to help outsiders, or to kill your own grandson?"
Those who know it think that Futu Mountain is benevolent and righteous; those who don't think that Futu Mountain is confused and creates unnecessary complications in the face of important matters.
"Then what do you suggest we do?" The lady's anger subsided somewhat, and she slumped into a chair, sobbing uncontrollably. "I only have one daughter, and I finally have a grandson, and you're so heartless as to watch him die."
"If it weren't for your refusal to acknowledge your daughter and your driving her out of the house, how could she have died so young?!" The lady was extremely anxious, blaming him in her words.
"Alright." Concerned about her poor health, the old peak master put his arm around her and comforted her for a while. "I'm also thinking of a solution. Right now, we should prioritize our own safety."
"How else can you protect yourself? You knew you were the cause of the trial, yet you still made him suffer so much injustice and infamy."
"My poor child..." the lady sighed.
At that moment, an urgent report came, and the disciple rushed into the main hall.
"Peak Master, urgent report."
"read."
The disciple glanced at the lady who was wiping away tears, then lowered his head, his brows furrowed and eyes unfocused.
"The Holy Venerable of the Demon Clan has died."
"What?!" The lady suddenly stood up, fell heavily back into her chair, her neck tilted to the side, and she fainted.
"Madam—Madam—"
"Quickly, fetch a doctor!"
The disciple hurriedly went to fetch her, and after a flurry of activity, the lady slowly awoke.
The lady was so anxious that she couldn't catch her breath, and her eyes turned red. "If you still care about our daughter, then don't let her child suffer."
"I understand, you don't need to say anything more."
The old peak master lost his son in middle age, and his grief was no less than hers. As the master of a peak, he should set an example.
Even at this point, he was still concerned about his benevolence and morality.
The lady lost her patience and forcefully overturned the stewed medicine pot on the low table, spilling the medicine all over the floor.
"Either watch us, grandfather and grandson, die, or you become the supreme peak master."
"What are you doing?" The old peak master was extremely annoyed and kept complaining. He knew he couldn't delay. "Just lie down and rest. I have my own way to save him."
"Go quickly—" The lady propped herself up, determined to watch him leave.
Any later and the body would be cold.
The old peak master flew on his sword all the way to the training ground of the Misty Sect.
The crowd seemed detached, while two women in the center of the room each held someone in their arms.
The one in red has a melancholy look in his eyes, and the person in his arms has white hair and eyebrows; he must be an elder.
The woman opposite the woman in red was dressed in a black fur robe with the prominent demonic patterns of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, indicating that she was either rich or noble.
The person in his arms was young, with delicate features and a square face.
The old peak master glanced at the man from afar and recognized him at a glance as his long-lost grandson.
The people from Mount Futu slowly landed.
Seeing the newcomers' imposing presence, the demon soldiers, having lost their leader, asked listlessly, "Shall we continue fighting?"
Nobody paid him any attention.
The next moment, there was a clanging sound of swords hitting the ground.
The white-robed cultivator abandoned his spirit sword and cursed, "What's the point of fighting all day? I might as well quit being an immortal!"
The scattered demon soldiers, having abandoned their duties, were left bewildered and helpless.
The thought that the new king, on whom the old demon king had placed so much hope, turned out to be such a scoundrel, even committing suicide for a woman, was enough to make anyone ashamed.
"I'm not fighting anymore, I'd rather go home and farm."
The stone stirred up a thousand waves; many cultivators and demon soldiers were dejected and slumped on the spot, creating an inexplicable harmony.
"How long are you going to keep holding him?" the old peak master asked quietly.
Yunxiu stared at him warily with sorrowful eyes, without uttering a word.
"Let go."
"Who are you?" Yunxiu hugged the corpse even tighter. Now her hopes were gone, and even her father's last wish could not be fulfilled.
At this moment, Yunxiu was filled with unbearable grief and despair.
“I am Rong Nianci’s father, and this child’s maternal grandfather.”
Upon hearing this, Yunxiu became even more frightened and hastily retreated while holding Rong Yan.
"Drag her away," the old peak master instructed his two disciples.
"Stop! What do you think you're doing?! Get back—" Yunxiu resisted their approach, "How dare you mortals touch His Majesty's immortal body!"
The two disciples used forceful methods and, disregarding Yunxiu's resistance, forcibly took away the corpse.
Upon seeing someone offend Yunxiu, the guards rushed forward, shouting, "How dare you offend the princess!!"
The old peak master said in a cold tone, "If you don't want your Venerable Ones to die, then get out of my way."
With just one sentence, Yunxiu dared not say another word and was helped out of the territory by her guards.
The disciples who followed negotiated with the various immortal sects, cleared the battlefield, and moved the injured disciples out of the training ground.
With Rong Yan's death, the power of the Wan Yao Zhai underwent a transformation and became subordinate to Yun Xiu.
Yunxiu led the demon generals to retreat to the edge.
In the center of the arena stood the old peak master and his entourage.
The old peak master immediately examined Rong Yan's injuries, frowning with a complicated expression.
Mount Futu has countless treasures, but many have been lost over the years.
The old peak master took out a five-colored stone bracelet that emitted a dazzling sunlight from his spirit pouch.
That bracelet retains the divine power of ancient gods, and has the power to bring the dead back to life.
This was a gift given to Rong Nianci in her early years, but after her death, the old peak master summoned it back.
Before Rong Nianci died, the old peak master once thought of using this item to revive his beloved daughter.
However, Rong Nianci refused to reveal Rong Yan's whereabouts until her death, believing that her father's decision to kick her out of the house was a complete severing of ties.
They wouldn't even let the children off the hook.
Rong Nianci held a grudge against him until the very last moment.
What no one knows is that the old peak master still regrets it to this day.
Looking at Rong Yan's injuries, he scolded, "That old bastard Yun Tian, he's hated while alive, and he'll be blamed even in death."
At her age, she's caused her child so much trouble. It's fortunate the child is dead; otherwise, who knows what kind of trouble it might have caused.
The light from the five-colored stone transformed into a stream of spiritual energy that flowed into the bleeding wound.
The group slowly made their mark, waiting for the light to fade.
The person who was in a coma has woken up.
"My beloved disciple?"
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