"If the Demon Emperor's actions later on cannot shake Fairy Nangong, we will never stop him."

Hearing that Su Qingqiu did not directly agree to release Jiang Zhige, everyone in the hall hurriedly tried to persuade him kindly. They did not want to fight to the death with a semi-emperor.

Nangong Rou's expression changed when she heard that, and she turned to look at Jiang Zhige who was not far away.

At this moment, she really didn't know how to decide.

Now Nangong Rou really doesn’t care whether Jiang Zhige is a demon or an immortal, and she will firmly choose Jiang Zhige.

But is it really okay to let go of Jiang Zhige, who is known as the Demon Emperor, for one's own selfish desires? Just as Nangong Rou was wavering, Mo Ziyan stepped forward and patted her on the shoulder.

"Xiao Rou, there's nothing wrong with being firm in your inner choice, but you don't have to make a decision so hastily."

Nangong Rou hesitated for a long time after hearing this, but finally retracted her terrifying power.

Mo Ziyan was right. There was no need to be so anxious. Now only one fifth of Jiang Zhige's memory had been revealed. He could make plans after reading all the memories.

Seeing Nangong Rou retract her power, not only the people in the hall, but also Qu Yun breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as Nangong Rou decides to finish reading the memory, he still has a chance to turn the tables.

Qu Yun just didn't believe it. Even after Jiang Zhige became a demon and his mind was constantly influenced by Tiansha, he could still remain true to himself and be nice to Nangong Rou.

Jiang Zhige, who was silently observing the movements in the hall, felt helpless. He had known that this would be the case.

Although Nangong Rou was moved, it was obviously not going to be that easy to escape from this predicament.

Ever since Yao Qianji passed away, Jiang Zhige became confused and no longer carried out sect missions or went to the medicine garden to grow spiritual herbs. He spent all day in a quiet place drinking alone to relieve his sorrow.

Half a month later, Jiang Zhige came to Jingxin Pavilion again. He drank heavily and felt despair about life several times.

Master passed away, Nangong Rou left, what was the meaning of living? The successive blows made it difficult for Jiang Zhige to concentrate on anything, and he could only feel a little relief when he was drunk.

Just as Jiang Zhige was complaining to himself, two figures approached from a distance.

"Jiang Zhige? Get out of the Jingxin Pavilion now and don't bother me nearby."

Jiang Zhige heard the voice and looked over, and it turned out to be the inner sect disciple Jin Lin.

A few years ago, Jiang Zhige and Jin Lin had some friction because of Nangong Rou. Only after Lu Tianjiao officially pursued Nangong Rou did Jin Lin stop making trouble.

At this time, Jin Lin was accompanied by a beautiful female disciple, who was holding his hand and behaving intimately, and it was obvious that they had a close relationship.

The area near Jingxin Pavilion is usually deserted and quiet, and many men and women come here for trysts. The two of them must have come here to do something passionate.

Jiang Zhige picked up the wine jug and staggered out without a word of complaint or resistance.

When passing by Jinlin, he was suddenly kicked in the back and fell to the ground.

The female disciple was afraid of getting into trouble, so she urged him urgently: "Brother Lin, what are you doing? Private fighting is forbidden in the sect."

"Xiyue, don't panic. Looking at his useless appearance, does he look like someone who dares to report to Xing Feng?"

Jin Lin snorted coldly. He was recently promoted to an inner disciple. He was only at the Blood Training Stage before. He had fought with Jiang Zhige and never got the upper hand. How could he let go of such a good opportunity to vent his anger?

Jiang Zhige still did not refute, he struggled to get up and wanted to leave.

"Want to escape? Let me tell you, Jiang Zhige, Junior Sister Nangong is gone, Elder Yao is also dead, no one will protect a piece of trash like you in the future!"

Jin Lin had no intention of giving up. He stepped forward, grabbed Jiang Zhige and started punching him left and right.

Jiang Zhige was already depressed and drunk, and he didn't fight back even though he was beaten black and blue.

Jin Lin thought that Jiang Zhige was unable to fight back, so he hit him harder and harder, using more and more force.

"Lin, Brother Lin, he didn't make any noise, could he have been beaten to death?"

Jin Lin did not stop until the female disciple reminded him. Looking at the dying Jiang Zhige in front of him, he felt that someone would die if he continued fighting.

Jin Lin let go of Jiang Zhige, retreated back to the side of the female disciple, and sneered, "Jiang Zhige, you used to protect Junior Sister Nangong like a treasure, but now she's gone, isn't she?"

"And now I have been promoted to an inner sect disciple, and I have a beauty by my side. Compared to me, calling you a waste is flattering you."

Hearing Jin Lin calling her a beauty, the female disciple shyly snuggled into his arms.

Jiang Zhige didn't answer. He struggled to get up from the ground and tried to leave limping.

He had only taken a few steps when he suddenly bumped into someone.

Jin Lin wanted to continue to mock, but his expression changed slightly when he saw the person coming.

Jiang Zhige looked up and found that it was Lu Tianjiao.

Jiang Zhige wiped the blood from his nose and laughed drunkenly: "You, you kid, you saw me being beaten, why didn't you help me?"

"What? You can't beat this guy?"

Lu Tianjiao frowned. Jiang Zhige was comparable to the early stage of Lingwu in the Refining Zang Realm, and he had even broken through to the Lingwu Realm a year ago. How could he not be a match for Jin Lin? "I can't beat him, I can't beat him, I'm just a waste."

Jiang Zhige raised his head, took a sip of wine, walked around Lu Tianjiao and was about to leave.

Jin Lin's eyes changed slightly when he heard the voice. He was enjoying the fight before and didn't pay attention to it. Now that he thought about it carefully, Jiang Zhige would not be able to stand up after being beaten up by him.

But now Jiang Zhige was not only able to stand up, he was even drinking happily.

"Jiang Zhige! Are you going to live like this forever?"

Lu Tianjiao looked grim. He knew that Yao Qianji's death and Nangong Rou's departure were a big blow to Jiang Zhige, but he could not accept that his brother would be depressed for the rest of his life.

Jiang Zhige still didn't answer, as if he didn't hear Lu Tianjiao's voice at all.

Lu Tianjiao turned around and looked at Jiang Zhige, and found that he was still pouring wine into his mouth, unmoved at all.

Seeing this, Lu Tianjiao felt an inexplicable rage surge in his heart. He rushed forward and knocked Jiang Zhige's wine jug away, saying angrily: "Jiang Zhige, think about Junior Sister Nangong who is still thousands of miles away!"

"If you don't go find her, she won't be able to find you. Doesn't that mean you will never see each other again in your life?"

Regarding Nangong Rou's departure, Lu Tianjiao could be negative and blame others, but he would not allow Jiang Zhige to be like him.

Because Nangong Rou is deeply in love with Jiang Zhige and is looking forward to reuniting with him, Jiang Zhige is also qualified to look for Nangong Rou.

As long as he musters his fighting spirit and practices hard, he might be able to find Nangong Rou who is thousands of miles away.

But Lu Tianjiao did not have this qualification. In Nangong Rou's eyes, he was just a passerby. He could only pray that Nangong Rou would return to Tianyun Pavilion again.