The woman standing close to him, dressed in a green robe, resembled a fairy from another world, aloof and proud. She should not belong to this mortal realm, yet she could not escape the calculations of the world.
Wan Yue looked at the person in front of her whose face was somewhat pale, and offered him a pill.
Geng Qi withdrew his hand, which was being supported by Qing Han, and sneered, "Does the clan leader think that I would lack these things?"
Qing Han's gaze fell on that slender hand, in which lay a perfectly round pill, brimming with spiritual energy and exuding a cool, sweet aroma. He recognized this pill; it was a Mind-Concentrating Pill, used for those with damaged souls.
The boy's astonished gaze fell on the man in red, his brows furrowing with a mixture of doubt and seriousness.
Your Majesty, is your soul damaged?
Seeing that he didn't answer, Wan Yue reluctantly withdrew her hand: "I have no other choice."
"With the barrier damaged, the secrets of the Yiling Sect have been revealed to the outer sects, making them the target of everyone's criticism. You are worried about the sect as the clan leader, but since you don't recognize him as a member of the Yiling clan, why do you feel at ease using him!"
He initially thought that this person's act of using the fragments of the Glazed Heart as a wager to lure Rong Yu into battle was entirely out of good intentions, hoping to gain Rong Yu's recognition from his clan. This might indeed be one of his purposes, but it was not his primary objective.
With the "Desolate Swamp Secret Realm" outside and the greed of cultivators, and the sect's protective barrier broken, the Yi Ling Sect will inevitably face calamity sooner or later. They urgently need someone to deter the ambitions of the outer sect cultivators and dispel their covetousness of the Yi Ling Sect. Wan Yue saw that Rong Yu was about to break through, so she deliberately fought to induce him to advance. Breaking through to the Mahayana stage triggered a natural phenomenon, which would make the outer sect people wary!
However, advanced cultivators often face a life-or-death situation when advancing to higher levels. Wan Yue's move was a risky gamble; she was risking Rong Yu's life!
Her outburst was tinged with bitterness due to her unstable internal energy. Wan Yue's hands clenched slightly, but she couldn't refute anything.
Geng Qi took a deep breath, took out a pill from his storage bracelet and swallowed it, then whispered to the person beside him, "Let's go."
Qing Han subconsciously turned around and glanced in the direction of the Soul Purification Pool. When he turned back, the person in front of him had already left. He cupped his hands to Wan Yue and followed her into the air.
After the two left, the woman remained standing there in a daze. Ji Rong was silent for a moment, then stepped forward and called out, "Clan Chief."
Wan Yue snapped out of her reverie, closed her eyes briefly, and when she opened them again, her face was once again calm and composed. She parted her red lips slightly and said, "Go and see that child."
"……yes."
Beside the Soul Purification Pool, Rong Yu was protected within a barrier formed by the spring water, like a water cocoon enveloping him. Although he was unconscious, his complexion was rosy, and the blood-red color that had been clinging to him had faded. The Drunken Shadow still stood beside him, its blade no longer as blood-red as before, but a silvery-white and gleaming blade that reflected the two approaching figures.
When her gaze fell upon the silver-white sword blade, Wan Yue's expression changed slightly, and she quickly stepped forward.
She gripped the hilt of the sword and examined the blade intently. It was empty; the malevolent energy had dissipated, and the spirit was nowhere to be found.
Seeing her eyes suddenly become vacant, Ji Rong sighed and said, "The Nirvana Fire is a gift from Heaven, capable of burning all things in the world, and is the nemesis of the Great Evil Body..."
"..."
After a moment's hesitation, Ji Rong continued, "The Holy Maiden will not be coming back."
Zuiying struggled to break free from the touch of an outsider. Wanyue was just about to touch the water cocoon when she heard this. Her fingers trembled suddenly. Looking at the face in the water cocoon that was quite similar to the person in her memory, she pondered and said, "I didn't mean to harm him."
"..."
Ji Rong did not respond, but simply lowered his head and remained silent.
Sometimes, what matters is not the initial purpose, but the final result. Whether intentional or unintentional, the fact remains that she hurt someone.
Wan Yue stopped speaking, her fingers that had been touching the water cocoon curled up and withdrew, and she instead gripped the sword sheath that was hanging to the side.
The scabbard was equipped with a magic array that sealed the evil energy on the blade. She could tell that Rong Yu was on the verge of a breakthrough but was suppressing his cultivation. Although she didn't know why, she needed a deterrent to protect the sect, so she helped him advance.
She had long suspected that Rong Yu had sealed Wan Yao's remnant soul in a sword sheath, but she didn't know that the blade inside the sheath was forged from malevolent energy, until the lightning tribulation cleaved the sheath open...
She never expected that the person would be devoured by the evil energy after breaking through and would be on the verge of death.
He never expected that another person would be willing to sacrifice themselves for him.
Within the Demon Realm, two figures streaked through the air like streaks of light and fell into the Demon Palace's barrier. Just as they crossed the barrier, Geng Qi collapsed headfirst at the entrance of the Demon Palace.
"Young Master!"
Qing Han arrived a step too late and quickly helped the man up. At the same time, the scorpion that had been lying on his head turned into a wisp of green smoke and landed on the ground. It then transformed into a human and gripped Geng Qi's wrist, its empty eyes devoid of any smile.
"He severed his own soul."
"..."
Qinghan frowned, helped the person up, and took them directly to the Demon Lord's palace.
Geng Qi slept for a whole day. His soul was damaged, and his forced release of pressure to intimidate everyone aggravated his injuries, which caused him to faint.
When he woke up, the surroundings were empty. He opened his eyes and stared blankly at the red gauze curtain above his head, his eyes vacant like a puppet.
The barrier outside the palace gate rippled, and someone entered. Seeing that he was awake, they quickly walked to his bedside.
"Young master."
Qinghan held a 'medicine' in her hand, a 'medicine' that could nourish the soul. Although it was a drop in the ocean for Gengqi, it was better than nothing.
"How is he?" Geng Qi asked, standing up.
Qinghan handed him the medicine, saying, "Your Excellency, rest assured, Xiao Mo is safe and sound at Yiling Sect, but... he remains unconscious."
Geng Qi tilted his head back and drank the 'medicine,' and the container formed from spiritual energy dissipated in his hand.
The Yiling Sect now relies on its "seniors" at the Mahayana stage, so naturally the entire clan will do everything in its power to protect them.
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