Although he had drunk alcohol and gotten drunk before, he had never done anything like this before. Zisangyi immediately realized that what Weishengliu was about to do was very dangerous. Without time to pack up, he hurriedly left the sect, wanting to get to Weishengliu before he did something foolish.
It takes a day and a night to travel from Qingtao Valley to Tianqi City, yet he seems tireless.
As he arrived in Tianqi City, it was getting dark. He found the place, and the scene was a mess. The castle that was originally used to imprison Xu Yuehuai and others had been reduced to ashes. In the ashes, he could vaguely see a few corpses and one or two figures.
Xu Yuehua knelt before Wei Shengliu, her eyes vacant and lifeless. She had only woken up an hour ago, and when she did, she saw Wei Shengliu still fighting against the group of golden-masked men. In that instant, Xu Yuehua had a new understanding of Wei Shengliu's strength.
Several of the masked men were also injured. He fought against many opponents without fear, and even felt a sense of pleasure. Xu Yuehuai did not know what this pleasure was. She watched as a sword pierced straight through Wei Shengliu's body.
Wei Shengliu stopped what he was doing, a smile on his face. Before he died, he was able to have a thrilling battle with a group of experts. What an honor this was. He closed his eyes naturally, let his hands hang down, and fell from the sky.
When Wei Shengliu passed away, Xu Yuehuai saw a shooting star streak across the sky, as if it were narrating Wei Shengliu's passing.
The masked man did not make things difficult for Xu Yuehuai. They had already discovered Xu Yuehuai. Following the method Wei Shengliu had instructed before his death, they opened the thing, but a huge amount of energy burst out from it, instantly killing several people whose inner spiritual power was insufficient to withstand the attack.
Originally there were ten people in golden masks, but only seven remained when they left.
Three of them fell to the ground, just like the willow branches, and will forever remain asleep.
When Zi Sangyi learned all this, it was as if the sky had fallen and the earth had shattered. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. She held Wei Shengliu's body tightly, refusing to let go for a long time, her eyes and heart filled with resentment, "Why didn't you tell me? You kept it from me and went to your death alone..."
Wei Shengliu knew perfectly well that if he told Zisangyi about this, he would definitely come, and then it wouldn't be just one person dying, but two.
Xu Yuehuai was at a loss for how to comfort Zisangyi. She had witnessed Wei Shengliu die in front of her. Although it was only the second time she had met Wei Shengliu, Xu Yuehuai had long regarded him as an elder in her heart. If Wei Shengliu had not come to her dream to remind her what to do, she probably would not have met so many interesting people on this journey.
Xu Yuehuai stood to the side, took out something and handed it to Zisangyi, "Sect Leader Zisang, this is something that Sect Leader Weisheng gave to you."
After thinking it over, Xu Yuehuai, following Wei Shengliu's last wish, called Zisangyi Sect Master. In fact, at that moment, she had already sensed that something was wrong.
As dusk settled amidst the ruins, a fierce wind swept through. Zi Sangyi, his eyes dim, carried Wei Shengliu's corpse away from the place. Before leaving, he said to Xu Yuehuai, "This old man, though upright, doesn't easily trust others. The fact that he entrusted these things to you shows that you have exceptional abilities. During my absence, I'll trouble you to manage the sect in his stead."
Xu Yuehuai wanted to refute, but the next second Zisangyi disappeared before her eyes, and the sect leader's token lay there in her hand, looking fresh and clean. Fu Ziyi watched this scene from under a tree not far away. This matter itself had little to do with him, so it was normal for him to watch the show from the sidelines.
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Zisang took Weishengliu back to the place where they lived when they were young. When he saw each item, a figure would unconsciously appear in his mind. They were neighbors and cultivated together since childhood.
Zi Sangyi grew up in misery at home. He was the least favored child. He met Wei Shengliu that winter when he was kicked out of his family home simply because he ate an extra bowl of rice. They yelled, "You brat! You do nothing all day but eat so much, are you trying to die?!"
Zi Sangyi huddled tremblingly in the corner. Winter in Tianqi City was very cold, and it would snow heavily. Yes, Zi Sangyi and Wei Shengliu were both from Tianqi City.
Back then, the spiritual energy here wasn't as abundant, and most people hadn't cultivated to the point where they could abstain from grains, so they needed to eat to maintain their vital signs.
Zisangyi was left on the ground in the heavy snow. He was tiny, much smaller than other children his age, and his clothes were tattered. He found a place to shelter from the wind and sat down quietly and obediently to meditate and cultivate.
The sounds of laughter and merriment came from not far away, but he was focused and didn't look. As long as he could improve his cultivation level soon, he wouldn't need to eat anymore, and he wouldn't be scolded or beaten.
"I can't find me! I can't find me!" A childish voice echoed in Zisangyi's ears. He opened his eyes and looked around warily and curiously. Could it be that there were other children like him who had been kicked out?
The next second, Wei Shengliu appeared in front of Zi Sangyi dressed in an exquisite outfit. This was their first meeting. Wei Shengliu was dressed very warmly, a stark contrast to Zi Sangyi.
Zi Sangyi curiously looked at the little bundle of joy in front of him, who was dressed in thick clothes. The little bundle of joy was also looking him over. "Why are you here?"
The little dumpling shrank closer to Zisangyi. "My dad wants to take me to cultivate, so I'm planning to hide for a while. My mom is going to take me to wear a little dress, but I don't want to, so I ran away. What about you? Why are you here?"
Children's friendships seem to be built in just a few words, without much deceit or treachery. The little boy, Sang Yi, shivered as the cold wind seeped in. "I ate too much. My parents told me to come out and digest a bit, to get some exercise."
He grinned an ugly smile. Xiao Weishengliu didn't suspect anything. Seeing how thinly he was dressed, with holes in some places, he took off his thick cloak and draped it over the boy, Sang Yi. "Are you cold? Put this on. You won't be cold if you put this on."
This was the first time Sang Yi had ever been shown kindness since he could remember. He was flattered and nervously asked, "But if you give it to me, what will you wear? Aren't you cold?"
Xiao Weisheng waved her hand and said, "Hey! I don't often wear cloaks. I don't like them. They're too bulky. My mother has called me 'thick-skinned' since I was little, so don't worry, I won't get cold!"
As she spoke, Xiaowei Shengliu patted Sangyi on the shoulder, "Where do you live? Can I come visit you sometime?"
“My home is on the street next door…” Xiao Zi Sang Yi suddenly wanted to cherish this friend and didn’t want him to see his messy family, worried that he would leave him because of it.
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