Chapter 107 The Ruthless Demon Lord 8 Who is the one who is not qualified to talk about love.
Before Hua Chi could finish his words, a strong wind blew towards him. His brows sank, a cruel smile flashed across his face, and he stood up to meet the wind without fear.
But he kept looking at Lu Wufeng with strange eyes.
Lu Wufeng's face was cold and solemn, but judging from the fact that he was no longer as calm as usual in his actions, his heart was definitely not that calm.
An abyss suddenly appeared in his mind, and all his rationality was falling into it. He used up his last bit of clarity to remember to control the demon in front of him.
Miao Chu was only in the Mahayana stage, while Hua Chi was a demon cultivator who had already reached the stage of transcending tribulation. Tens of thousands of years of practice had made him as ethereal and strange as a ghost, making him extremely difficult to deal with.
He and Haochu were the only cultivators in the Tribulation Crossing Stage present. Once he left, Haochu alone would never be able to subdue Huachi, and the price would be the resurrection of the Demon Lord. Not only the cultivators present, but the entire Three Realms would suffer.
He is the head of Xuanyun Palace and the current leader of the immortal sect. It was he who brought these disciples here. It was he who... cruelly hurt Jian Ziyan, which caused the seal to weaken, leading to Hua Chi's escape.
He can't go...can't go!
Even though the urge to look for Jian Ziyan was like millions of ants gnawing at his heart at the same time, even though he could no longer suppress his red eyes, he still used the last bit of his rationality to suppress himself and could not leave!
Lu Wufeng and Haochu joined forces in the battle between the three Tribulation Crossing masters. There was no room for anyone else to intervene. Suddenly, the sky and the earth changed color, purple-red lightning struck down, and the cultivators had to use their magic weapons to shield themselves and their fellow disciples.
After all, Hua Chi was not using his real body. Miao Chu's body gave him great restrictions. Coupled with the shock brought to him by Lu Wufeng, he actually lost to the combined forces of these two younger generations.
When he fell heavily to the ground and was immediately trapped by the formation that had been prepared long ago, he was still staring at Lu Wufeng.
When the white crane pierced through his chest, he spat out a mouthful of blood, smiled sinisterly, and revealed a mouthful of bloody teeth.
“It’s really unexpected that Lu Wufeng, the current leader of the Immortal Sect, would actually…hahahaha.” He spat out a few bloody teeth. There was no anger or panic on his face. Instead, he was full of arrogance. “Give up. There is a reason why the Heavenly Dao let Jian Ziyan seal me. He is the only one in the world who can threaten me. Now that Jian Ziyan is dead, even if you destroy the container I’m parasitic in, I can find thousands of containers. You will never be able to kill me!”
The only thing he feared was Tai Sui Fei. Now that Tai Sui Fei was dead, who in the world could threaten him?
With the death of Tai Sui Fei, the seal will only become weaker and weaker without anyone to reinforce it. He is now just a wisp of soul. Once his real body breaks out of the seal, the three realms will be nothing but easy gains for him!
He no longer had any scruples. No matter whether it was Lu Wufeng or anyone else, they could not do anything to him. He did not even need to scruple. What if they could just declare war on him and on the three realms?
He deliberately did not expose the fact that Lu Wufeng had fallen into evil, because he wanted to see what kind of wonderful expressions these righteous people would show when they saw that Lu Wufeng, whom they regarded as their hope and support, had actually fallen into evil.
Hua Chi smiled and let Haochu put the Immortal Binding Chains on him, trapping his soul in this body.
Lu Wufeng didn't even look at him. After pulling out the white crane, he flew into the air on his sword and headed straight towards the Xiaogu Palace.
Haochu immediately wanted to fly his sword and catch up, but when he saw Hua Chi on the ground and looked at the people who were already exhausted from resisting the aftermath of the previous battle, he endured and stayed.
Huachi has reappeared, and they cannot afford any accidents.
…
Just after entering the territory of Xiaogu Palace, before he could even land, Lu Wufeng couldn't control the surging of his spiritual energy, and the blood he spat out dyed the white clothes on his chest red.
He had to stumble
He staggered and fell down.
When he heard the truth from Hua Chi, his spiritual energy was shocked and his internal organs were injured. He continued to fight without taking a breath. Now he is seriously injured. If he does not regulate his breathing immediately, his Dan Yuan might be damaged.
But he doesn't care.
His only thought at this moment was to find Jian Ziyan and ask him what the truth was and whether it was true.
Huachi Menglang is crazy, and no one knows how much truth and how much falsehood there is in what he says.
Do you believe it?
Reason told him that Hua Chi had no need to lie to him, but his emotions made him not want to, and dare not, believe it.
He hated Jian Ziyan so much that his only thought after waking up again was to take revenge on Jian Ziyan. He poured all the hatred of two lifetimes combined for thousands of years onto one person, and now someone told him that he shouldn't hate him at all.
He doesn't believe it.
He must go find Jian Ziyan and get the answer from him personally, otherwise he will go crazy because of this suspicion and there is no telling what he will do.
Lu Wufeng put away the white crane, covered his chest and came to the Purgatory Demon Miasma.
Before him was a pitch-black abyss filled with swirling purple mist. A strong chill made it clear that anyone, whether human or animal, who fell into this place would be wiped out.
Lu Wufeng stared at the abyss steadily, and suddenly recalled the look that Jian Ziyan gave him before he fell into here.
There was no hatred or blame in those blood-stained eyes, only tenderness, just like the way Jian Ziyan had been looking at him during the hundreds of years they had been together.
It was as if nothing had happened. They just woke up calmly from the bed and exchanged a gentle kiss facing the sunlight outside the window.
Lu Wufeng's heart suddenly contracted violently, and the pain made him kneel on the edge of the abyss.
After what had happened, after how he had treated him, how could he still have that same look in his eyes?
wrong.
Everything was wrong.
Jian Ziyan's eyes, Hua Chi's voice, the heart-wrenching pain in his memory...all of them wrapped around Lu Wufeng in a chaotic manner. His head was splitting with pain, and his hands, with distinct bones, dug into the ground, leaving cracks.
"Jian Ziyan...Jian Ziyan..."
"...Ayan..."
He raised his pair of eyes with red light flashing, murmured softly, and suddenly knelt forward a few steps, diving directly into the purple mist.
…
Countless memories came flooding back.
A young man with stunning looks and a bright smile appeared in front of him. He stroked the ends of his hair, his eyes full of shyness and excitement.
The young man did not ask him for anything, but always followed behind him. At that time, he practiced asceticism in the wild according to the rules of his master, and the young man followed him, walking all over the country, mountains and rivers. When he rested, he sat beside him and watched him. When he fell asleep, he wiped the thin sweat from his face with his sleeves.
Until one time he was seriously ill in the wild, with a high fever and unconsciousness, and it was a cool temperature that brought him back to consciousness.
He opened his eyes and saw the boy stripped naked. His body was purple from the cold, but he curled up in his arms obediently. When he saw him wake up, he showed a look of surprise and said with a shiver, "You, you're awake."
From then on, the Buddhist named Jiang Zhijun could no longer maintain his purity of mind and no longer care about the precepts and rules.
This scene, which he once regarded as redemption, appeared in Lu Wufeng's hallucination as the most painful and terrifying memory.
The more moved he was at that time, the more resentful he became later.
Those once warm and intimate scenes were now a huge mockery to him, mocking his ridiculousness and the unworthy love and trust in other people's hearts.
Lu Wufeng transformed himself into the mortal Buddhist he once was and experienced all of this again and again, experiencing all the details that he thought he had forgotten again.
The mysterious boy had no explanation for his origin and no reason, but he just kept following him. Whenever he turned around, the shadow reflected in the boy's clear eyes was all his.
He knew that the boy loved him, and as long as he knew this, he didn't need to ask anything else.
After the ascetic practice was over, he did not return to his master, but lived in seclusion with the young boy, leading a poor but happy life.
The body was moving on its own, and Lu Wufeng's eyesight inside gradually became blurred.
Experiencing it again, his eyes were always on Jian Ziyan. He once thought that Jian Ziyan's sincerity was all fake, but now, after experiencing it again, he did not see any trace of falsehood in him.
From the beginning to the end, Jian Ziyan's eyes were filled with love, and his heart and eyes were full of his Buddha. No matter whether it was the pure sweet happiness at the beginning, or the traces of worry mixed in later, the smile became forced.
As Lu Wufeng watched, his heart began to twitch.
How could it be... He didn't remember it at all...
Later, on a rainy night, he woke up from his sleep with a start, and turned to his side as usual, but he only felt his arms full of coldness and dampness.
The boy left and never came back.
Lu Wufeng watched himself go from waiting to worrying to collapse, and then picking up his bags and heading back to the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas to find his lover, as if he was watching someone else's story.
When too many emotions burst out at the same time, all he showed was dullness and confusion.
If what Hua Chi said was true, the young man did not leave without saying goodbye, but was unable to continue after digging out the Dan Yuan.
When he thought the other party had changed his mind and left, he risked his own life in order to save him.
Lu Wufeng felt that his soul had floated out of his torso. Looking back through a thousand years, he looked at his own pain and struggle, and a voice sounded in his heart.
No, you don't feel as much pain as he does.
Once this voice sounded, it was as if some kind of seal was broken. Lu Wufeng's heart ached violently, so much so that he burst into tears along with his body in the illusion.
He couldn't deceive himself anymore.
Who can pretend to love someone for so many years? How can it be flawless whether it is day or night, when watching or not watching?
His body slept, but he did not. He watched the scene as many years had passed in his memory, and he watched the scene as many times as he had experienced it in his memory.
He watched it over and over again, felt it over and over again, but he could only feel a more sincere care each time, the kind of heart and eyes filled with himself. From the moment he opened his eyes to the moment he closed them, the only thing he could see was his own feelings. He felt it almost greedily until the scene changed.
Under heavy responsibility, the Buddhist disciple saw his lover who was watching indifferently, and he was struggling to survive with his disabled body. After his master passed away, he died in despair in the heavy snow.
When the body had just died and the soul had not yet completely disappeared, Lu Wufeng seemed to see a slender figure stumbling towards him. Before his consciousness faded, he heard a deafening and tragic cry...
The crying sound echoed in his ears for a long time, making him tremble with fear.
In the void, he kept calling Jian Ziyan's name, listening to the empty echo. Just when he was about to be driven crazy by this endless emptiness, he heard a response.
"Wufeng, are you tired?"
Lu Wufeng was suddenly stunned. In front of him, Jian Ziyan had turned into a young man. He looked at him with concern. Nothing had changed in his past life or this life.
Nothing has changed.
Lu Wufeng stared at him blankly, and suddenly laughed softly.
His memory of this life is clearer than that of his previous life.
When Jian Ziyan appeared in front of him, he was just a disciple in the Jindan stage. He was plotted against in the secret realm and was seriously injured and on the verge of death. It was Jian Ziyan who suddenly appeared and saved his life.
Although his body was unconscious, Lu Wufeng was not dizzy. He clearly saw that Jian Ziyan did not just happen to pass by, but deliberately followed him into this secret realm full of dangers. He did not snatch any magic weapon, but only appeared when he was injured. After feeding the pill into his mouth, Jian Ziyan looked at him infatuatedly and shed tears silently.
Lu Wufeng was unable to control his body. He could only watch and feel his heart being torn apart bit by bit. The shadow within it grew larger and larger, almost swallowing him whole.
What is the truth? This is the truth.
The past that he had classified as a false disguise because of hatred, revealed its truth to him again and again, and also told him again and again about his own arrogance and stupidity.
He didn't believe him... from beginning to end, he never believed him.
Lu Wufeng tried hard to recall: after he woke up again, did he ask Jian Ziyan why he did this?
No.
The next time they met was in the main hall of the Xiaogu Palace, and he held the fox's front paw.
Jian Ziyan was unable to speak in fox form, and even after changing into human form, he still remained silent.
...Why didn't he tell him the truth? Did Jian Ziyan become disappointed in him from then on and no longer expect him to believe him?
Lu Wufeng's soul suddenly began to tremble, and he felt such a great fear about this speculation that he didn't even care about being pierced through the chest by Jian Ziyan's sword again.
How could Jian Ziyan, who was willing to sacrifice his own life for him, kill him just for pursuing the so-called great way?
Why did he do that?
He knows nothing.
…He knew… nothing.
Lu Wufeng only now realized that from his previous life to this life, for thousands of years, he had always been the one protected by Jian Ziyan.
Jian Ziyan protected him so well that he never thought of a more cruel possibility and just wanted to vent his childish hatred. *
But from the beginning till now, he never even asked him why.
He believed what he saw on the surface, and stubbornly believed Jian Ziyan's "trickery" and "betrayal". He vented his hatred on his own, but never really cared about the so-called truth...
Lu Wufeng felt the power of the purgatory miasma. If he could control his body at this moment, he would have dug out his heart to stop the pain.
In these reincarnations, he became more and more crazy, but his mind became clearer and clearer.
Jian Ziyan loved him, but he never forced him. Whether he was moved or chose to be with him, it was his own choice in this life and the past.
Jian Ziyan loved him so much that he was thrown into the purgatory by him. So did he love Jian Ziyan?
Lu Wufeng wanted to answer him that he loved him, but a force was lingering in his heart, preventing him from saying it no matter what.
Is he worthy of saying this word?
He remembered what he had said to Jian Ziyan before: He has never loved me, he doesn't love anyone but himself.
These words turned into a sharp knife, cutting open his flesh and blood, revealing his miserable insides.
At that time he was talking about Jian Ziyan, but now it seems like he is talking about himself.
Between him and Jian Ziyan, the one who only loves himself... is obviously him.
Lu Wufeng didn't even dare to think about what he had done.
From his past life to this life, he relied on his reputation for being upright, behaved uprightly, and never let anyone know.
However, he was just a gentleman in name only, but actually did despicable things like a villain. Thinking of the slander, insults, frivolities, and injuries he had done to Jian Ziyan, his heart trembled, and he let out a sharp howl from the depths of his soul, and his spiritual power suddenly went out of control!
The overly strong fluctuations actually caused the entire illusion to tremble. The sword that Jian Ziyan stabbed at him again suddenly fell apart, emitting cracking ripples.
With a loud bang, the illusion shattered and Lu Wufeng knelt on the ground, trembling all over, with sharp screams still ringing in his ears.
After a moment, Lu Wufeng realized that the scream came from his own mouth.
He stopped screaming and knelt down to retch.
This nausea was not due to the sadness of the illusion, but came from the disgust for himself.
However, the cultivator had been fasting for a long time, and he vomited so much that his whole heart seemed to be vomited out, but still nothing came out.
When he stopped, he was exhausted. He collapsed to the ground, letting the dirty mud stain his clothes and face. His eyes were empty and tears kept flowing from the corners of his eyes and seeping into the ground.
"Ayan..." He opened his mouth unconsciously and made a sound unconsciously.
When he heard the name, he shuddered suddenly and crawled up from the ground in panic.
"Ayan!"
His eyes searched wildly until he saw the figure lying on the other side.
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Chapter 108: Ruthless Demon
Trust once lost is hard to regain.
This Purgatory Demon Miasma itself has no other attack methods. It just relies on an overly realistic illusion to force people into hell. Once the illusion is broken, the Purgatory Demon Miasma is just an ordinary miasma and can no longer affect Lu Wufeng.
Lu Wufeng's frantic gaze was fixed on one place, and he wanted to rush there immediately. He forgot for a moment that he was still lying on the ground. A dignified immortal, he was actually tripped by the hem of his clothes and fell directly into the mud.
He stood up as if unconscious, staggered over, and knelt down straight on his knees.
Jian Ziyan was lying here, his face was as pale as paper, and even his breathing seemed to have stopped, as if he was already dead.
Lu Wufeng stretched out his hand tremblingly, and after feeling the faint breath at his fingertips, he felt a sense of salvation and detachment.
He wanted to gently touch Jian Ziyan's face or body, but he was covered with wounds, bleeding from every wound, and his face was so fragile that it seemed like it would shatter if touched. He didn't dare to touch anything, and his outstretched hand froze there.
Every wound here is so familiar.
These are all... left to him by his own hands...
He was so sure that Jian Ziyan had betrayed him that from the moment he fell into his hands, he had no intention of letting him live.
So he wantonly released the darkness in his heart, tore apart his bright and sunny appearance, and displayed his ugliest and cruelest side in front of him, and he did so with such confidence and as if it was natural.
Thinking about it now, he couldn't believe that he was such a person.
How could he be like a demon, convicting him without even asking him a single question, and unilaterally punishing him with such cruel means...
Lu Wufeng looked at the wounded Jian Ziyan, stunned for a while, and let out a hoarse cry from his throat.
His voice echoed in the empty abyss, and a cold echo returned from the stone walls. In an instant, it was like the howling of thousands of evil spirits, which continued for a long time at the bottom of the cliff.
"Ayan, I'm sorry, I'm here to take you home..."
His tears flowed uncontrollably, falling one by one on Jian Ziyan's body, but did not cause any reaction at all.
Jian Ziyan was injured too badly, and Lu Wufeng knew that he had no Dan Yuan and heart essence and blood left. With such injuries, he could not support himself to return to Xuanyun Palace.
Lu Wufeng carefully held Jian Ziyan in his arms, touched his neck which was as cold as a dead person, sobbed violently, and pinched a healing spell with trembling fingertips.
But it didn't work at all. The special restrictions here were affecting the effectiveness of the spell. The wound in the front had just healed, and the back was immediately torn apart again. New blood would flow from the new wound. The blood flowing from Jian Ziyan's body had dyed the soil beneath them red, and Jian Ziyan's breathing was getting weaker and weaker.
"No...why not!"
Lu Wufeng tried several times but got the same result. He didn't dare to move anymore. He held Jian Ziyan in his arms with a dazed look, like a madman.
Suddenly, Jian Ziyan seemed to be in great pain, and his cold body twitched slightly. Lu Wufeng immediately hugged him tightly, feeling so heartbroken that he couldn't speak.
"Ayan...what should I do...what should I do..."
"I still have so many things to ask you. Please don't die and leave me alone..."
Only at this moment did Lu Wufeng suddenly realize how dependent he was on Jian Ziyan.
He was an orphan in both of his lives. Jian Ziyan was the only person who loved Jiang Zhijun besides his master. However, his master had many disciples, and even if he wanted to care for him, he was often too busy to do so and could only give him general care. Even so, he was deeply grateful and would never dare to let him down.
Lu Wufeng is destined to be a lonely man. He is extremely talented, but has no one to rely on. In order to protect himself and adapt to the environment, he learned to think about others and to be gentle and considerate. Everyone took it for granted that he was born gentle. He was used to giving and never tried to get anything from others.
But it turns out that he can also be willful and demanding.
Reliving the memories, he saw it so clearly, he grabbed the only person who loved him with all his heart and poured all his dark thoughts into him, certain that he would not leave, certain that he was right.
Whether it is Jiang Zhijun or Lu Wufeng, who in this world will care?
From the last life to this life, there is only one Jian Ziyan, and his eyes are pure from beginning to end, quietly and quietly filled with only him.
Lu Wufeng just figured this out now. His heart was torn as if by a knife. He wished he could take his place. He would rather transfer all the pain in Jian Ziyan's body to him, but he could only feel waves of panic and powerlessness.
He didn't even have a chance to make amends before the sins he committed.
“No…no…”
Lu Wufeng slapped himself hard and forced himself to calm down.
He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly took out the White Crane and stabbed it into his Dan Yuan without hesitation.
When Jian Ziyan's Dan Yuan was gone, he gave him his own Dan Yuan. When his heart essence and blood were gone, he took out his own essence and blood and gave it to him. When his cultivation was gone, he gave him all of his cultivation.
He will give Ayan whatever he needs, step by step. Ayan will definitely come back, and he will definitely recover.
With this almost childish paranoia, the red light in Lu Wufeng's eyes was forcibly suppressed, returning to a clear and moist look.
He was merciless. Bai He cut open his flesh and he inserted his fingers directly into it and took out his Dan Yuan without even frowning.
"Come, A'Yan." He gently opened Jian Ziyan's lips, wanting to feed him his Dan Yuan.
Seeing that Jian Ziyan had lost the ability to swallow, Lu Wufeng immediately held the Dan Yuan in his mouth, then pried open Jian Ziyan's lips with his tongue, and pushed the Dan Yuan into his throat little by little with the tip of his tongue.
The moment he lost his Dan Yuan, his breath suddenly weakened, but he acted as if he didn't feel it. He was delighted to see that the wounds on Jian Ziyan's body began to heal slowly.
He hugged Jian Ziyan, crying and laughing, making sounds through his nasal cavity.
"Ayan, I'll take you home."
…
The disciples who had acted together before had already returned to Xuanyun Palace. Haochu asked the disciples of Guiyuan Villa to go back first, while he stayed in Xuanyun Palace, waiting for further news.
As for Hua Chi who was trapped in Miao Chu's body, he was suppressed by the Xuanyun Palace's mountain-suppressing formation. With his current strength, he should not be able to break out of the formation.
Before Lu Wufeng came back, the group looked at each other in confusion, and the atmosphere was very subtle.
The previous truth shocked everyone so much that it overturned all previous views.
The bad guys are not bad guys, and the good guys are not purely good guys. All this just stems from a misunderstanding and entanglement.
Except Haochu, who among the people present had not scolded Jian Ziyan for being a cruel and ruthless person who brought disaster to the three realms?
Now that they knew the truth, these famous and upright people looked at each other and could only sigh and smile bitterly.
Chu Yeshu sat there in a daze, his face pale and frightening.
Unlike these people, he knew something. He knew that the little crimson fox was always in his senior brother's room. If his senior brother had known that the little fox was Jian Ziyan...
He had some extremely frightening guesses in his mind, but he didn't dare to think about them too much.
"Master Chu, do you know anything?"
Chu Yeshu was in a panic when he heard his name being called. He looked at Haochu's inquiring eyes in horror.
He swallowed hard, his voice hesitant: "I..."
Just when he was feeling uneasy and didn't know what to say, the elder of Xuanyun Palace beside him suddenly turned his head.
"The mountain protection formation has been activated. The master...is back."
Suddenly, no one paid attention to Chu Yeshu anymore.
Chu Yeshu breathed a sigh of relief, a complex look flashed in his eyes, and then he quickly stood up and followed his predecessors out of the mountain.
The formation rippled like water waves, and Lu Wufeng appeared in the formation holding a person in his arms, and landed in the air with his clothes fluttering.
Haochu had the highest cultivation level and walked the fastest. When they met head-on, his face changed drastically: "Lu Wufeng! Your realm..."
As an equally brilliant genius among his peers, he could tell at a glance that Lu Wufeng's cultivation had declined overnight.
His gaze shifted to the person in Lu Wufeng's arms, and all his previous feelings were instantly thrown aside, his eyes filled with shock and heartache.
He knew that Jian Ziyan's current situation must not be good, but his worst expectation was not even one-tenth of the current situation.
Lu Wufeng had a blank expression on his face. No matter who was in front of him, he never stopped. As his sleeves fluttered by, he heard Haochu's suddenly hoarse voice.
"You gave him your Dan Yuan, right?"
Lu Wufeng paused for a moment, then continued walking as if he hadn't heard anything.
He was still the head of Xuanyun Palace. He left without saying a word. Everyone was silent and could only watch him leave.
Looking at his back, everyone felt a weight as heavy as a mountain or sea pressing on his shoulders, and every step he took seemed to be a journey to nowhere.
“Senior Brother…”
Chu Yeshu cried out in a daze, but his eyes were unconsciously attracted to the person in his arms.
Jian Ziyan's face was as pale and cold as snow, but with bloodstains on it. The plainer the base color, the more intense the color. Even if he just closed his eyes quietly, people couldn't take their eyes off him. It was hard to imagine how stunning he would be when he opened his eyes and smiled brightly.
So this is Jian Ziyan in human form...
He was still young, and it had only been a hundred or two hundred years since he was picked up by Lu Wufeng and brought back to Xuanyun Palace. He had only heard of Jian Ziyan's reputation from other people and had never seen him in person.
I didn’t expect it to be such a... person.
Chu Yeshu felt that his limited vocabulary had no words that could describe him.
While he was still in a daze, Lu Wufeng had already walked over with the person in his arms. Chu Yeshu pursed his lips and suddenly did something that no one else dared to do.
He followed.
Seeing his behavior, Haochu hesitated for a moment, but still gritted his teeth and followed him.
Lu Wufeng didn't care who followed him. He walked through the restricted flying area and flew up on his sword again. His body was as fast as the wind and he went straight back to Lingzhao Peak.
He carefully placed Jian Ziyan on the bed, then closed his eyes and searched for something in the ring.
Haochu took a step forward, unable to help himself, and released a ray of spiritual consciousness to find out Jian Ziyan's situation.
Chu Yeshu couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Immortal Lord Haochu, how is he doing?"
"With Lu Wufeng's Dan Yuan protecting his body, his life is temporarily saved." Haochu said softly, frowning, "But why is his breath still so vague? Apart from the wounds on his body, his internal organs have not improved at all... Could it be the influence of the Purgatory Demon Miasma?"
He seemed to be talking to himself, but then he turned his gaze to Lu Wufeng. Now only he knew the truth.
Lu Wufeng found what he was looking for and it was in his hand when he opened his eyes.
Hao Chu was well-informed and recognized it at a glance. He was a little shocked: "Liang Yi Soul Calming Bell, Meteorite Crystal... these two items are used to stabilize the soul and consciousness. Lu Wufeng, what happened to him?!"
By the end of his speech, he no longer cared about controlling his tone and spoke in a stern voice.
Chu Yeshu immediately became nervous. He looked at Haochu and then at his senior brother with terrified expressions.
Just when they thought Lu Wufeng would not answer, he spoke.
"Soul-Sealing Nail." His voice seemed to be locked in his throat, as if he had not spoken for hundreds of years. Every syllable he uttered felt like a knife tip scraping across his throat, making it dry and hoarse.
But these three simple words set off a huge wave of shock in the hearts of the two.
Even someone as young as Chu Yeshu had heard of the reputation of the Soul-Sealing Nail. In the worlds of immortals and demons, this name was so famous that it could send chills down one's spine just by mentioning it.
Haochu's face suddenly turned pale, and then gradually became gloomy. He took a step forward and asked in a low voice, "How many?"
This time Lu Wufeng did not answer. He gave the Liangyi Soul-Locking Bell and the Meteorite Crystal to Jian Ziyan, then placed his hand on his dantian and released his magic power to activate the danyuan inside.
No answer is the answer at this moment.
A wave of fury rose from Haochu's body, but considering that this was in front of Jian Ziyan's bed, he retracted it. Suddenly, his spiritual energy reversed and his face turned red and then pale.
"What a great Immortal Lord Wufeng, what an upright and upright head of Xuanyun Palace!
"He said, "You actually used this punishment that even demon cultivators wouldn't easily use to punish your lover."
The fierceness that Lu Wufeng had been exerting suddenly stagnated, and a line of blood flowed from the corner of his lips.
He lowered his eyes, and his slightly trembling body revealed his fear and regret. Then he managed to calm himself down and recirculated his spiritual power to keep the Soul-Locking Bell running.
This Liangyi Soul-Locking Bell is also a magic weapon targeting the soul, but now he has to use it on Jian Ziyan.
He had nailed the Soul-Sealing Nail with his own hands. He could feel that Jian Ziyan's soul had begun to disperse under the effect of the Soul-Sealing Nail. Although it was dispersed, it could not be separated. No matter how many pieces it was divided into, it had to be imprisoned in this body. This was the real horror of the Soul-Sealing Nail.
If he wanted to save Jian Ziyan, he had to lock his soul back together first. He knew that this kind of pain was no different from having his soul torn apart alive... but he had no other choice.
As the Soul-Locking Bell started to work, Jian Ziyan finally responded.
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The three people present had never heard such a mournful and painful scream. It was like it came from the depths of the soul. Just one scream made the three of them cry at the same time.
They didn't even dare to think about what kind of pain would make a person make such a sound.
"The Soul Sealing Nail...can't it be taken out?" Chu Yeshu's voice trembled. He wiped his eyes vigorously and looked at the two famous seniors in front of him pleadingly, "I seem to have heard that the Soul Sealing Nail can be taken out...He is in so much pain, please save him."
"That was before the six soul-sealing nails were driven in. The person who sealed them could take them out." Haochu swallowed a sob and looked at Lu Wufeng with extremely cold eyes. "But your good brother spent a lot of effort to collect all nine soul-sealing nails. Now even if the Three Pure Ones came down to earth in person, they couldn't save Jian Ziyan."
"What...what..." Chu Yeshu stared at his senior brother's back in a daze. He felt so unfamiliar as if he had never known this person before.
His senior brother was clear-headed and upright, a role model for the immortal sect and a leader of the righteous path. How could he be so cruel... and so brutal?
"Lu Wufeng, do you really hate him to this extent? He is your lover, your Taoist partner. When you woke up again, did you really never think of investigating the truth?" Haochu suddenly spoke, his voice filled with tears of regret. "You think he has had a private affair with me and many other people, but why didn't you ask? Do you know why he came to me in the first place?"
"It was for the Cang Yan Fruit." Haochu didn't seem to care about Lu Wufeng's answer, and continued to talk to himself, "The Cang Yan Fruit is useless to cultivators, but it can bring life to mortals. At that time, he broke into the mountain defense formation of my Guiyuan Villa and was surrounded by my disciples. As soon as I appeared, he knelt in front of me and begged me to give him a Cang Yan Fruit. He was willing to exchange it with Dan Yuan or the essence of his heart."
"I was very shocked at the time. I could tell that he was at the Mahayana stage of cultivation. It was hard to imagine why he would use two such precious things to exchange for the Cang Yan Fruit, which was like a chicken rib to a cultivator. So I ordered the disciples to withdraw, led him into the house, and asked him the reason."
"You know what? He was probably used to being driven away and being blamed, and had never experienced someone like me who was not angry and asked questions in a gentle voice. He was trembling with fear at first, and then he told me with tears in his eyes that his lover was just an ordinary person, and now his life was in danger, and he had to use the only thing he had to save his life."
"Lu Wufeng, can you imagine? His Dan Yuan and blood essence are the only things he thinks he has, and he is willing to give up all of them just to save the life of a mortal like you."
"Aren't you wondering why I pay so much attention to him? Because I pity him and feel sorry for him, but he doesn't need me. He only sees you, so I suppress my feelings and abide by his wishes and remain silent."
"However, he is a fierce star, a Tai Sui Fei who was supposed to stir up the world when he was born, and yet he kneels before me so humbly, begging me to give him something that is dispensable to me..."
Haochu's voice was trembling violently. He stared at Lu Wufeng and asked sternly.
"And do you know how many people he has knelt in front of like this?"
Chu Yeshu was already sobbing uncontrollably, and as the person being questioned, Lu Wufeng seemed to be sealed in ice and snow.
"You actually think that such a person would stab you without any hidden intentions... Do you really love him? Or are you in love with your own possessiveness?" Haochu said sadly, "Lu Wufeng, you are unworthy of the title of Immortal Lord. Choosing you as the leader is a sign of blindness for the entire righteous immortal sect."
“No…No!”
Lu Wufeng collapsed. He stopped moving and threw himself on Jian Ziyan, hugging his painfully curled body tightly. He was like an extremely childish child who was afraid that his beloved thing would be taken away from him, repeating a sentence in a panic and broken voice.
"I love him, I love him, I love him..."
It was as if repeating it more often would help him suppress the contempt and ridicule he felt for himself.
"I love... him."
Lu Wufeng was choked by the surging blood, but he still insisted on saying this sentence.
Suddenly, he felt the person he was holding tightly struggled slightly, and he jumped up suddenly. The three of them forgot everything else for a moment and stared at the pale face without blinking.
Perhaps it was because the pain was suppressed, or perhaps it was because his throat was torn and he could no longer shout, Jian Ziyan's screams gradually weakened, and he slowly opened his eyes.
The moment he saw those eyes, Chu Yeshu knew that what he had thought before was indeed correct.
There are no words in the world that can describe how beautiful these eyes are, and the most talented poet cannot depict one ten-thousandth of this beauty.
Unfortunately, these eyes were lifeless and empty at this moment.
Jian Ziyan woke up, but seemed not to be awake.
Even though he hadn't woken up yet, he could feel Lu Wufeng's breath. Even though his struggle was weak, everyone could clearly feel that he was struggling and he wanted to leave Lu Wufeng's arms.
This blow was more severe for Lu Wufeng than any previous one. His face immediately twisted and he suppressed deep pain.
"Ayan, Ayan..." he said, "It's okay, don't be afraid."
Hearing his voice, Jian Ziyan's struggling suddenly stopped. Like a stiff puppet, he turned his neck little by little and looked up to see Lu Wufeng's face.
Lu Wufeng tried his best to show his gentle expression as before: "Ayan..."
However, Jian Ziyan seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying. His whole body twitched and he began to scream while trying his best to crawl out.
"Let me go! Let me go...let me go!"
"Ayan!"
Seeing that he was about to leave the range of the Soul-Locking Bell, Lu Wufeng had to hold him back in his arms, with a pleading look on his face.
He was heartbroken and his lips were numb as he spoke words he didn't even know what he was saying.
"Ayan, trust me. I am saving you... I am Wufeng, please trust me."
Jian Ziyan suddenly raised his head, looked at Lu Wufeng intently, then turned his head and saw Chu Yeshu standing beside the bed.
A strong feeling of nausea surged up, and he dry-heaved, but could only vomit out a few strands of blood and dripping tears.
He was trembling, and he waved away Lu Wufeng's hand that was trying to wipe his lips, and spoke word by word.
"You are not Wufeng, you are... a ghost!"
Hearing this sharp and fear-filled accusation, Lu Wufeng's tears fell again.
"I am a ghost, an evil ghost blinded by hatred and jealousy."
He didn't know how to make Jian Ziyan believe that he really wanted to save him.
"Ayan... I'll give you my life in exchange for yours. Please trust me for the last time, okay?"
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