I don't know how to face it.
Everything that happened and ended seemed to be precisely arranged by an invisible hand, with each step linked to the next, until finally everything settled down.
Among the crowd, only a handful of people recognized the swordsman who had suddenly appeared.
Master Zhonglou clapped his hands and laughed, his voice booming with heartfelt praise: "Sect Leader Qi! It's been hundreds of years since we last met, and your charisma is even more impressive than before!"
"I am fortunate enough to witness this earth-shattering sword strike from the Azure Sky once more!"
It wasn't until the bell tower spoke that Baichuan and Baiji suddenly realized that the powerful man who had killed Yuesheng with a single sword strike was actually Qi Mo, the sect leader who had been in seclusion all along.
Bai Chuan subconsciously turned his head to look at Lin Huaiyu, who was pale and seemed to have lost all life. The grief in his eyes was no less intense than that of any of them.
Lin Huaiyu silently raised his hand and retrieved the Ink Soul Sword, which was hovering in mid-air and emitting a low, mournful cry. Without even glancing at anyone, his figure vanished as if merging into the air, leaving behind only a completely bewildered Qi Mo.
The imminent threat to Cangmin Mountain was instantly averted by Qi Mo's sudden emergence. His mere presence was a silent deterrent, and no one dared to make any rash moves or stir up even the slightest disturbance.
Led by the bell tower, the group from Qingyun Mountain departed.
The once deafening battle cries at the foot of Cangmin Mountain have now fallen into an eerie silence. Only Qin Wu, unconscious and with a weak breath, the Demon Lord, whose figure is unpredictable and whose aura is strange, Bai Chuan, pale-faced but still holding on, and Bai Ji, whose body is charred black by heavenly lightning, remain.
Bai Yan really washed his hands of the matter cleanly! Qi Mo looked at the injured and wounded on the ground, and couldn't help but sigh, rubbing his temples. This mess, in the end, still fell on my shoulders! If I had known this would happen, I should never have accepted the position of sect leader back then...
His gaze swept over the group of unfamiliar young men before him, a hint of inquiry in his eyes: "You... are Bai Yan's disciples?"
"I am not," the Demon Lord spoke first, his voice carrying a strange echo. After speaking, his ethereal figure, like a drop of water merging into the ocean, suddenly vanished into Bai Ji's body, their auras instantly merging and becoming one. The sight was undeniably bizarre.
But Qi Mo had seen a lot, and he recognized the Demon Lord at a glance. Wasn't this the old nemesis that he had personally sealed away back then? How did he end up in Bai Yan's disciple's body?
However, now was clearly not the time to delve into that. Qi Mo's attention shifted to the unconscious Qin Wu on the ground, his brows furrowing slightly: "What happened to him?"
Bai Chuan had already sealed several of Qin Wu's vital acupoints, barely protecting his heart meridian to prevent the violent backlash of the medicine from causing his blood and qi to surge back and explode, resulting in his death. "He took a forbidden drug that forcibly boosted his cultivation level, and now... it's a backlash."
Banned drugs?
Backlash?
Qi Mo's lips twitched, and he muttered to himself: What kind of disciples has Bai Yan taken in all these years? Each one is more troublesome than the last, and each one is more fearless than the last.
“Your master… doesn’t seem to be in good condition right now,” Qi Mo said carefully, “You’re all seriously injured, so come back to the mountains with me to settle down.”
“Our master,” Bai Chuan raised his eyes, his gaze calm and serene, yet carrying a heavy sorrow, “passed away a hundred years ago.”
Qi Mo was completely stunned.
Dead?
Who was that person who fought alongside him in the forbidden area just now, and even unleashed that unfamiliar yet powerful divine force...? Could it be a ghost?!
Qi Mo opened his mouth, but didn't know how to explain. He also realized that Bai Yan now was completely different from the silent junior brother he had been hundreds of years ago, especially his vast and powerful divine strength that could crush a thousand-year-old beast in one fell swoop, which was something that Bai Yan of the past could not possess.
But he had been imprisoned for hundreds of years, and the outside world had changed beyond recognition, with too many things happening that he could not understand.
After a moment of silence, Qi Mo shook his head, suppressing his many questions for the time being. The most important thing right now was to drag these little ones, who looked like they were on the verge of death, back into the mountains for treatment.
Bai Yan could ignore everything, but as the sect leader, he couldn't just stand by and watch his disciples die outside.
The heavy snow that had been falling on Cangmin Mountain for so long had stopped sometime later.
The leaden-gray clouds dispersed, revealing a clear blue sky behind them. Sunlight streamed down unhindered, shining on the snow-covered mountains and reflecting a dazzling golden light.
The courtyard was deathly silent.
Lin Huaiyu stood silently by the bed like a jade sculpture that had lost its soul. On the bed, Zhihua was still curled up, in a deep sleep, her breath weak, her small body occasionally twitching unconsciously, as if she was still enduring the pain brought by the heavenly lightning in her dream.
As the guardian beast of the Nine-Tailed Clan, Zhihua's purpose is to assist the chosen one in overcoming countless tribulations. However, the rules of Heaven are strict; it can guide and assist, but it can never directly block their path. Heavenly tribulations are their innate and insurmountable nemesis.
Zhihua knew better than anyone the consequences of directly confronting the heavenly lightning. Yet, it still selflessly shielded Yunqian from that fatal strike.
Lin Huaiyu's pale face was expressionless, like a bottomless pool of stagnant water, reflecting no ripples. He simply stared at Zhihua, his gaze empty.
He didn't know what he should do at that moment.
I don't know how to face my three disciples who have just lost their senior sister and are covered in wounds.
I don't know how to face this dying guardian beast in front of me.
They had no idea how to face the Ink Soul Sword.
An unprecedented and immense sense of bewilderment and helplessness, like an icy tide, completely overwhelmed him. Lin Huaiyu felt as if there was an impenetrable, thick wall separating him from the vibrant world.
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