In the winding and continuous mountain range, four figures swiftly darted through the forest, disappearing in a flash.

Luo Jianqing and the others did not take to the air, as doing so could expose their whereabouts. At the same time, the monk took out a bowl and suspended it above everyone’s heads, saying, “This is the Protective Thunder Fire Bowl that my martial uncle gave me a few days ago. It can conceal our presence, making us undetectable to those below the Tribulation stage.”

Under such circumstances, the four of them proceeded forward under the guidance of Luo Jianqing and the monk.

The demonic cultivator has just killed one hundred thousand people, naturally accruing heavy karma. Luo Jianqing has just completed the fourth acquisition of the ‘Nine Seizures of Heaven Record’, so he can vaguely perceive something. Meanwhile, the Buddhist disciple is highly sensitive to karmic hindrances and can also discern a fierce, ominous red light.

Among these one hundred thousand people, the vast majority are ordinary mortals, and the highest cultivation level among the cultivators is only in the Qi refining stage.

Before a powerful cultivator in the Fusion stage, they are like fragile stalks of rice, ruthlessly harvested of their lives. Perhaps a man was laughing and chatting with his wife and children one moment, and the next moment, they all perished. Or maybe a scholar was carrying hopes of going to the capital for an imperial examination, only to silently die in these desolate hills and wilderness.

Among the thirty-six states, there are countless small countries, and the boundary between the mundane and the cultivation world is distinct, with no interference between them.

However, demonic cultivators and demon clans never abide by this rule.

In a calm tone, Mo Qiu explained, “Demonic cultivators kill mortals because it’s simple, convenient, and quick. Although mortals don’t possess spiritual energy that can be absorbed, their residual life force can be ingested, which is even more nourishing than spiritual energy. For example, if someone should die at the age of sixty but is killed by a demonic cultivator at thirty, then the remaining thirty years of their life force will be consumed by that demonic cultivator. They will have to become wandering spirits, waiting for thirty years before they can reincarnate.”

Along the way, as they walked, the Buddhist disciple silently recited the Heart Sutra, offering salvation to the unfortunate mortals who had died.

As the monk recites each sentence, golden rays of scripture emanate from his mouth. Bearing divine truth! This is the realm of the Buddhist disciple. He continuously guides and transforms the innocent mortals who have tragically died, helping them enter the cycle of reincarnation without enduring the suffering of wandering spirits.”

What the monk said earlier is correct. The reason why the Gu Yuan Sect moved to Cen zhou a thousand years ago was to suppress the Demon Ancestor.

Cen zhou is surrounded by water, yet the Gu Yuan Sect abandoned their own spiritual mountain and traveled thousands of miles to come here. Because Cen zhou borders the territory of the Demon Palace, even though there haven’t been any reports of indiscriminate killings by the Demon Ancestor in the past thousand years, the number of demonic cultivators who kill far exceeds those who don’t. Buddhist cultivators aim to guide all beings, so naturally, they must deter demonic cultivators.

The monk gazed at yet another village slaughtered, his expression filled with compassion, saying, “I am powerless to stop this.”

Mo Qiu chuckled coldly, “Even the venerable Xuan Lingzi, the leader of your righteous path, cannot stop so many demonic cultivators in the world. The Demon Palace has absorbed seven or eight out of ten demonic cultivators in the entire world. Despite their efforts to restrain them, demonic cultivators still kill year after year. The laws of heaven remain constant. You can only seek answers from the heavens to understand.”

The monk remained silent.

Luo Jianqing, observing their standoff, could only sigh silently.

The four of them continued to hurry forward. When they reached a small hill, Mo Qiu suddenly stopped in his tracks. Luo Jianqing turned to look at him, furrowing his brow. “If we keep going forward, we’ll probably be discovered. He’s in a cave deep in the mountainside ahead.”

Mo Qiu nodded gently. “Indeed, he is a powerful cultivator in the Fusion stage. No matter how powerful the protective thunderfire bowl is, it cannot completely conceal the aura of four people. At this moment, we can also retract the thunderfire bowl. Whether we have it or not won’t make much difference. That demonic cultivator is currently refining the life force of the mortals he absorbed earlier.”

The monk immediately retracted the protective thunderfire bowl.

Luo Jianqing drew the Frost Floating Sword from between his eyebrows, his gaze stern as he looked at Mo Qiu, who returned his gaze.

Luo Jianqing said, “He should be in the late Fusion stage.”

Mo Qiu nodded, “Indeed, he’s in the late Fusion stage, but it seems he just advanced recently.”

Yunxiang asked, “There aren’t actually many demonic cultivators who can reach the late Fusion stage. Mo Qiu, do you recognize who that is?”

Mo Qiu shook his head. “That demonic cultivator should be a lone cultivator and hasn’t joined the Demon Palace.”

Although the Demon Palace has recruited most of the demonic cultivators in the world, there are many rules for cultivators to follow. Therefore, many powerful demonic cultivators are unwilling to join the Demon Palace but also dare not openly oppose it.

A moment of silence fell upon the group. After all, facing a cultivator in the late Fusion stage, and one who was a demonic cultivator at that, his strength far surpassed those of the same realm. Among them, Mo Qiu was at the highest cultivation level, in the late Yuan Ying stage, while Yunxiang was at the lowest, in the late Jin Dan stage. Even though they were all among the top talents of the younger generation, they were still two major realms behind that demonic cultivator.

Luo Jianqing pondered for a long time before finally speaking, “To kill him, we must seize the moment when he is weakest. I know that demonic cultivators reveal vulnerabilities during the final stage of absorbing others’ spiritual energy and converting it into their own. Our time is short, probably only a moment, and even if that demonic cultivator is very weak, he’s still at least in the Unity stage. So we must each use our own ultimate techniques and not hold anything back.”

Upon hearing Luo Jianqing mention the vulnerability of the demonic cultivator, Mo Qiu and Yunxiang glanced at him with surprise.

The vulnerabilities of demonic cultivators are never revealed, as it’s an unwritten rule among them. How could Luo Jianqing know about it?

However, they didn’t have time to dwell on these thoughts. After pondering for a while, Mo Qiu spoke up, “Agreed. We’ll each use our ultimate techniques, and perhaps there’s a slight chance of success. But we also need to prepare a means of escape. Assuming that the demonic cultivator doesn’t die, we must flee. I have two Shadowfly Butterflies here. Each can carry one person and escape swiftly. Yunxiang, you take one. And the other one, Luo Jianqing, you take it.”

As a red paper butterfly was suddenly handed to him, Luo Jianqing was momentarily stunned. He looked up at Mo Qiu, bewildered, and said, “You should keep this Shadowfly Butterfly for yourself. There’s no need to give it to me. After all, you only have two.”

Mo Qiu raised an eyebrow as he looked at him. “Are you worried that I won’t be able to escape? Have you forgotten that you once gave me a jade pendant that can travel thousands of miles in an instant? Don’t try to take back what you’ve given. I’ll use that to escape.”

Upon hearing this, Luo Jianqing no longer refused and took the Shadowfly Butterfly.

Now, only the serene and ethereal monk remained, watching from the side. He smiled and said, “Amitabha, I also have a magical treasure for escape.”

Mo Qiu snorted lightly. “I didn’t plan to prepare anything for you either.”

The monk continued to play with his prayer beads, smiling but saying nothing.

This is the difference between the wealthy and the poor. If it were an ordinary lone cultivator, they wouldn’t dare to even get close, let alone attempt to kill a cultivator in the Fusion stage. But Luo Jianqing and his companions have even prepared their means of escape because they are all geniuses from major sects, endowed with the best cultivation resources from their respective sects.

As the sky gradually darkened, night fell quickly.

The four of them remained calm, taking shelter in a cave, quietly awaiting their opportunity.

The demonic cultivator killed one hundred thousand people, and it would take some time to fully absorb their life force. Additionally, the most vulnerable moment for a demonic cultivator is when the sun rises. Unlike ghost cultivators who are naturally afraid of the sun, demonic cultivators are prone to falling into inner demons and experiencing moral conscience at that time.

In such waiting, three days quickly passed.

For three days and nights, Luo Jianqing and his companions didn’t move a step. Even Yunxiang, usually composed, waited in silence with a cold expression, huddled up.

As a ray of sunlight cast over the eastern mountains, Luo Jianqing’s eyes sharpened. Suddenly, he struck the ground with his palm and darted out of the cave. His green figure swiftly shot out, followed closely by Mo Qiu in blood-red robes, then the monk and Yunxiang.

Four streaks of light instantly darted into the cave where the demonic cultivator was hiding. At this moment, the demonic cultivator was enveloped in layers of blood light, cocooned like a silkworm. Without a word, Luo Jianqing raised the Frost Floating Sword, formed a hand seal, and stomped the ground, unleashing a surge of immense spiritual power.

“Lotus Blooming Sword!”

In such a critical moment, it was a stroke of luck that Luo Jianqing could even execute the “Lotus Blooming Sword” once. However, having just mastered the art of seizing karma, he had not yet fully controlled it. Thus, this time, he did not infuse the Frost Floating Sword with the power of seizing karma.

Seizing the Spring and Autumn, Seizing the Law and Righteousness, Seizing the Rights and Wrongs!

Three immense and terrifying forces of nothingness continuously swirled around the Frost Floating Sword. That sword strike bloomed like a green lotus, surrounded by the primordial chaos akin to the beginning of the world, exuding a dreadful sword aura.

“Demonic Blood Whip!”

Beside him, Mo Qiu wielded the Blood Shadow Whip, sending out tens of thousands of blood shadows to strike at the demonic cultivator. These shadows resembled countless blood snakes, forming serpent-like shapes in the air, flicking their tongues and viciously lunging at the demonic cultivator.

The monk directly broke the string of prayer beads he had been fingering daily. Each smooth and round bead floated before him. In total, there were eighteen beads, radiating a brilliant golden light in the air, awe-inspiring to behold, as if cleansing the soul with their presence.

The monk used his fingers to tap each bead, imbuing them with a drop of his own blood. Then, with a clap of his hands, all eighteen beads flew towards the demonic cultivator!

“Until the eighteen hells are empty, we shall not attain Buddhahood!”

These three moves can be considered the ultimate techniques that Luo Jianqing, Mo Qiu, and the monk can currently unleash. All three of them have cultivation levels of mid-Yuan Ying stage or above, and they originally felt that bringing Yunxiang along was unnecessary. However, to their surprise, at this moment, Yunxiang suddenly coughed up blood!

A mouthful of heart blood mixed with black demonic energy!

Mo Qiu looked at Yunxiang in horror and exclaimed, “No!”

But the blood from Yunxiang’s heart had already spurted out, forming a terrifying claw shadow in the air.

The four attacks surged towards the demonic cultivator simultaneously, all of this happening in just a split second. The demonic cultivator was completely caught off guard and couldn’t react in time. He instinctively used his spiritual power to defend, but before he even opened his eyes, he was struck by the formidable techniques of these talented young individuals.

Boom!

The terrifying impact caused the mountain cave to collapse instantly. Before it completely collapsed, the four of them flew out immediately. Just as they flew out, Yunxiang fell straight down like a kite with a broken string, but was caught by the closest monk.

Mo Qiu hurriedly arrived, looking at Yunxiang’s face devoid of any color, and angrily said, “You know you’re not like other demonic cultivators. Your cultivation is not easy. Using your soul power to attack directly like this, if you get seriously injured, you won’t be able to break through the Yuan Ying stage in this lifetime, and then you won’t live long!”

Yunxiang had already passed out and naturally couldn’t hear Mo Qiu’s rebuke.

But Mo Qiu also knew that it wasn’t the time to reprimand Yunxiang. He saw Lu Jianqing wave his sleeve and release Qingjun from his storage ring. At this moment, Qingjun still maintained his child form, but his strength had recovered by twenty percent.

Seeing Lu Jianqing and the others like this, he immediately frowned. Before he could speak, Lu Jianqing said, “Qingjun, please take this girl away to a safe place. We can’t afford to focus on her right now.”

Qingjun didn’t ask any further questions and directly took Yunxiang away, quickly disappearing into the sky.

Now, Lu Jianqing, Mo Qiu, and the monk stood together in midair, solemnly gazing at the small mountain that had been blasted into rubble. There was no other movement in the small mountain, as if the demonic cultivator had truly died. However, none of the three dared to relax. The sunlight shone on the broken rocks, reflecting a dazzling glare.

Lu Jianqing furrowed his brow as he looked on, waiting for a full three quarters of an hour without seeing any movement. His heart gradually relaxed a bit; after all, the demonic cultivator’s aura had truly vanished long ago. Perhaps the four of them had indeed killed him at his most vulnerable moment.

The monk also breathed a sigh of relief and said, “Amitabha, this can also be considered a merit. Today, it’s time to avenge the hundred thousand unfortunate mortal deaths. May the lingering grudges and restless spirits residing here have already reincarnated, resolving your lingering grievances.”

As he spoke, the monk silently recited the Golden Sutra, attempting to transcend the restless spirits hovering in the surrounding sky. However, despite the recitation of the golden scriptures, those spirits showed no signs of dissipating. Seeing this, the Buddha disciple suddenly opened his eyes, and Mo Qiu and Lu Jianqing also widened theirs. In unison, the three exclaimed, “Something’s not right!”

The next moment, there was a deafening roar!

The heavens are trembling, and the six surrounding mountains have all turned into rubble. Countless stones are hurtling towards Luo Jianqing and the other two. They hurriedly retreat, and when they look again, they see a blurry black figure amidst the shattered rocks.

In an instant, a terrifying pressure descends.

“The decrepit old man, his features marred by age, hunched over as he gazed darkly at the brilliant youths before him. Blood stained his clothes, and a gaping wound on his belly exposed his innards, a sight that should have spelled death, but fate had other plans.”

Luo Jianqing’s “Lotus Blossom Sword” burst open his abdomen, Mo Qiu’s “Blood Whip of the Demon Aspect” pierced through his spine, the Buddhist disciple’s “Eighteen Hell Pearls” shattered every rib, and Yun Xiang’s demonic claws formed from heart’s blood also cut open wounds on his heart.

But even so, he still didn’t die!

“It’s you ants who dare to ambush me!”

A voice infused with spiritual power resounded through the heavens and earth.

Long ago, Luo Jianqing was nearly killed by the Golden Ming Tian Shou Jiao, but Mo Qiu saved him and slew the Golden Ming Tian Shou Jiao. However, at that time, the Golden Ming Tian Shou Jiao was severely injured and had regressed to the eighth rank of demon beasts, roughly equivalent to the early stages of human fusion. But this demonic cultivator was very different.

Both Luo Jianqing and Mo Qiu knew the formidable strength of this demonic cultivator. Even with such a fatal injury, the cultivator’s power was definitely above the mid-stage of fusion! Moreover, the cultivator possessed an extremely strong self-healing ability; as long as they didn’t die, they could recover on their own in most cases.

Luo Jianqing gripped the Frost Floating Sword tightly, looking towards Mo Qiu and the Buddhist monk.

Without exchanging a word, the three of them charged forward, denying the opponent any time to recover. Luo Jianqing’s long sword struck with deadly precision, Mo Qiu’s blood whip aimed directly at vital spots, and the Buddhist monk’s prayer beads battered the demonic cultivator’s battered body. Their movements were swift and elusive, showcasing the pinnacle of the younger generation’s strength in the world today!

The demonic cultivator howled in agony, slamming his palm against his exposed ribs, forcefully pulling out a rib bone!

The bone transformed into a bone greatsword in his hand, brimming with the surging spiritual power of a fusion-stage powerhouse, as a terrifying blade shadow slashed towards the Buddhist monk. The monk’s eyes narrowed as he summoned the protective Thunderfire Bowl, blocking the attack, but he was also sent flying backward.

Another strike from the bone greatsword landed on Mo Qiu’s shoulder. He barely managed to block it, but the terrifying impact slammed him to the ground.

Seeing this, Luo Jianqing’s expression grew urgent.If they couldn’t kill this demonic cultivator now, they would have no chance in the future!With this thought, Luo Jianqing tightened his grip and spat a mouthful of blood essence onto the Frost Floating Sword.

Instantly, a brilliant green light erupted from the sword, and lotus flower patterns appeared on the cold blade. Blood continued to seep from Luo Jianqing’s mouth, but he quickened his incantation, faster and faster.

Finally, just as the bone greatsword was about to strike him, the Frost Floating Sword rose with a mighty force, blocking the bone greatsword.

“One Sword to Seize Karma with Blooming Lotus!”

A four-petal green lotus gracefully bloomed and then violently crashed towards the demonic cultivator. This attack surpassed the limits of the Yuan Ying stage, posing a mortal threat even to an average Nascent Soul cultivator.

The demonic cultivator, already gravely injured, naturally didn’t dare to take the hit head-on. He hurriedly tried to defend, but to his surprise, the green lotus veered just before striking him and hit the top of his head instead.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The demonic cultivator howled in pain. He had no idea what was happening because he couldn’t see the blood-red lines of karma floating above his head. These karma lines were so densely packed that they were terrifying, each one intertwined with immense hatred.

Every vengeful spirit wished to tear this demonic cultivator apart, skin and bones, and devour him whole!

“Give me back my life!”

“I will kill you, I will kill you…”

“Why did you kill me, why did you kill me! Give me back my life!”

The demonic cultivator felt as if he was hearing countless voices. These weren’t the actual voices of the vengeful spirits because mortals, once dead, become unconscious wandering ghosts incapable of speech.

Rather, these voices were the obsessions of those mortals, embedded in the lines of karma.

Beautiful families were turned to blood in an instant, and bright futures vanished in the blink of an eye.

This hatred had long since become earth-shattering and heaven-destroying. If it could take physical form, it would definitely crush the demonic cultivator into powder, tearing his body to pieces and grinding his bones to dust!

Now, within the “Lotus Opens with One Sword” that accompanied the karma, these resentful karmic energies burned like fierce flames, scorching the demonic cultivator’s primordial spirit.

He kept howling and screaming in pain, but he could not escape the resentment embedded in the lines of karma.

At this moment, Luo Jianqing was suffering from the backlash of the “Lotus Opens with One Sword.”

His chest felt tight, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. He raised his hand to wipe away the blood, still cautiously watching the seemingly deranged demonic cultivator.

“I killed you because it’s the law of the jungle!”

“Whoever is weak must be my prey!”

“You not cultivating immortality is your fault! I am an immortal, I am an immortal!”

The demonic cultivator had already fallen into some kind of demonic barrier, screaming in agony, his eyes bloodshot and unable to distinguish anything. Yet, he still tightly grasped the bone knife.

When he caught sight of Luo Jianqing, he suddenly roared, “I will kill you!”

The next moment, a monstrous blade light surged towards Luo Jianqing.

Luo Jianqing raised his sword to block, but this time, the shadow of the blade, still ten meters away from him, instantly stopped in its tracks.

A blood-red whip pierced through the demonic cultivator’s skull, drilling in from the back of his head and emerging from his forehead. The demonic cultivator widened his eyes in terror, slowly turning his head. He looked at the red-robed demonic cultivator standing behind him, his gaze filled with incredulity, his voice hoarse as he said, “This… this demonic whip… you are a demon…”

Another lash went down, piercing through the demonic cultivator’s throat, finally killing him for good! Blood seeped from the corner of Mo Qiu’s lips as he wiped it away with his hand, simultaneously swiftly stowing away the black and red whip into his storage ring.

Luo Jianqing had seen this whip before; Mo Qiu had used it to kill the Golden Bright Longevity Jiao. However, apart from that occasion, Luo Jianqing had never seen Mo Qiu take it out.

Today marked the second time.

This whip was no ordinary treasure; Luo Jianqing faintly felt that it might be at least a high-grade treasure of celestial rank!

Mo Qiu possessed many treasures, of which Luo Jianqing had always been aware. However, as a good friend, he wouldn’t inquire about these matters unless Mo Qiu brought them up. He wouldn’t ask about this whip, nor would he ask how Mo Qiu suddenly became an esteemed guest of the Demonic Palace.

After killing this combined-stage demonic cultivator, Luo Jianqing and the other two suddenly lost their strength and fell downward.

They didn’t care how they landed; they all crashed into the ground, creating a large pit where they lay, gazing up at the sky.

The sky was as clear as ever, just like it had been for millions of years, pure and blue. It wouldn’t change because of a demonic cultivator who killed one hundred thousand people, nor would it change because of three young heroes who had defeated ferocious demonic cultivators.

As a gentle breeze swept by and scattered the floating clouds, Luo Jianqing suddenly burst into laughter, followed by Mo Qiu, and even the usually mild-mannered Buddhist monk joined in the laughter.

Luo Jianqing said, “In today’s battle, without you all, I would have perished.”

Mo Qiu replied, “Luo Jianqing, so you do realize that I’ve saved you many times?”

The Buddhist disciple replied modestly, “I’m ashamed that I haven’t been able to help much, Daoist Luo and Daoist Mo.”

Luo Jianqing shook his head. “If it weren’t for you, chanting sutras by our side, that demonic cultivator wouldn’t have been trapped in his own karmic sins and unable to regain consciousness.”

Mo Qiu chuckled, “Looks like you, little monk, do have some skills after all.”

The Buddhist disciple smiled lightly. “Shall I stop being modest then?”

They all burst into laughter together once more.

So, the three of them lay in their respective pits, motionless for a long time, resting for a full three days to recover their spiritual energy. In the end, it was the Buddhist disciple who rose first, followed reluctantly by Mo Qiu.

However, Luo Jianqing remained lying down.With a twitch of his lips, Mo Qiu walked over to the edge of Luo Jianqing’s pit, about to speak, but suddenly froze in place.

Only to see the handsome and elegant young man in azure robes gazing up at the sky, a dazzling Milky Way reflected in his bright eyes, radiating myriad lights. Luo Jianqing quietly watched the brilliant starry sky for a long time before murmuring, “Mo Qiu, how many young talents has this sky witnessed rising, only to witness their passing away? Do you think… the heavens are truly so merciless?”

A smile slowly spread across Mo Qiu’s stunning face as he snorted, “You’re becoming quite sentimental, aren’t you?”

Luo Jianqing replied calmly, “I just feel that the heavens are unjust, granting some people things they shouldn’t have.”

But Mo Qiu chuckled and asked, “Such as?”

Luo Jianqing replied, “Such as receiving many opportunities and treasures without any effort or reason.”

Mo Qiu casually remarked, “Then why don’t you overthrow the heavens if you dislike it so much?”

Luo Jianqing fell silent, unable to retort.

After a moment’s pause, Luo Jianqing slammed his palm against the ground and stood up abruptly. He glanced at Mo Qiu, then turned and walked away. As he walked, he said, “Stop talking to me, Mo Qiu .

Monk, I need to return to Mount Taihua. These past few days, I’ve been longing for home.”Mo Qiu angrily exclaimed, “Luo Jianqing, you scoundrel! Is this how you treat a friend who’s been through life and death with you? Just as we escape danger, you run off by yourself? Get your ass back here!”

Luo Jianqing didn’t look back, just waved his hand and said, “Go away, I won’t come back.”

Mo Qiu was furious, “You!”

The Buddhist disciple, however, smiled faintly and said, “Mo Daoist and Luo Daoist’s friendship is truly admirable. But what Luo Daoist said is correct. With the recent incident of the demonic cultivator wreaking havoc in Cenzhou, after I return to Yuan Sect, I must report to the sect elders and have them come to handle it. I won’t have time to entertain you. How about we meet again at the Debate Zen Assembly five years from now? I will personally invite both of you then, and we can reunite.”

With a leap, Mo Qiu shot off, leaving behind a still smiling Buddhist disciple. Watching the distant figures of Luo Jianqing and Mo Qiu, the smile on the Buddhist disciple’s lips grew more pronounced. Fiddling with the prayer beads in his hands, he murmured softly, “They say the mortal realm is bitter, they say the mortal realm is weary, yet it’s said that the tribulations of the mortal realm, if not willingly accepted, whence comes the tribulation of the mortal realm?”

In the next moment, the Buddhist disciple also transformed into a stream of light and flew away.

Meanwhile, Luo Jianqing walked for two days before remembering the young lord he had left behind.

He hurriedly retraced his steps and, not far away, spotted the beautiful child sitting quietly on a mountaintop, gazing at the sky.Luo Jianqing quickly descended, but before he could speak, the young lord said, “I thought you didn’t want me anymore.”

Luo Jianqing’s throat tightened as he suddenly remembered the words the young lord had said before:”I have waited here for him for tens of thousands of years. When he left, he asked me to play the zither on the mountaintop, waiting for his triumphant return. But that day, he didn’t come back, and the sky changed. Since then, I have never seen him again.”

His gaze softened gradually as Luo Jianqing reached out and gently took the young lord’s soft hand, flying up into the sky together. He teased, “I never expected, senior, that your body would shrink, and your heart would shrink as well.”The young lord raised his eyes and glanced coldly at Luo Jianqing without saying a word, but his grip on Luo Jianqing’s hand tightened.In just a few days, Luo Jianqing and the young lord arrived at Liangzhou beside Mount Taihua. Since they had to return to their sect, they naturally had to freshen up… uh, freshen up and dress up a bit, or they would definitely be laughed at by those brats. So Luo Jianqing took the young lord to a inn in Liangzhou City and went out to buy some clothes.The young lord soon changed into the new clothes, while Luo Jianqing bathed and changed clothes in the room next door.After bathing, as Luo Jianqing stood up and put on an inner garment, he suddenly squinted and grabbed a book!

Another book falling from the sky. Luo Jianqing was already accustomed to it. He looked at the three words on the cover of the book and couldn’t help feeling speechless.”Seeking Immortality Three.”

Sure, there must be a third if there’s a second. Who knows how many of these shameless books there are!

Feeling utterly speechless, Luo Jianqing opened the book “Seeking Immortality Three” and began to read it carefully. After a while, he had flipped through most of it, seeing many things from his past life. These things were quite different from what he had known in his previous life, and as he read on, he became colder and more disheartened.

When he saw himself being expelled from Mount Taihua, Luo Jianqing remained calm.When he saw his second and sixth junior disciples chasing him to the far north, Luo Jianqing clenched the pages of the book.

Then… when he saw Li Xiuchen falling into a cave, taking away the treasures of the Mo family ancestors, and accidentally releasing a towering sword energy that struck his second and sixth junior disciples, Luo Jianqing’s eyes filled with bloodshot veins.

Li Xiuchen! Why is it still Li Xiuchen!

His two junior disciples were so innocent, just happened to chase after him to the far north, yet they were killed by Li Xiuchen’s actions.

Luo Jianqing finally understood why everyone in his previous life thought he had killed his two junior disciples.The sixth junior disciple, Xiuhen, was from the Liefire Peak of the Refining Faction. Although his cultivation level was not very high and his strength was not very strong, he had remarkable achievements in the field of refining, and was deeply valued and loved by the Liefire Peak’s patriarch, Fire Mingzi.

So on Xiuhen’s body, Fire Mingzi created a life-saving jade talisman that could be crushed to send messages. No matter how far apart they were, they could communicate with each other.And in his previous life, Xiuhen’s last words were, “Senior Brother, why did you kill us?”From then on, Luo Jianqing bore the blame for killing his two junior disciples and could never wash it away. Even Master Xuanling couldn’t provide an explanation, and Fire Mingzi, along with all the righteous sects, joined forces to hunt down Luo Jianqing and bring him back to be punished for the deaths of Zuo Yunmo and Xiuhen.In his past life, Luo Jianqing never understood why his sixth junior disciple had left behind such words.And now, he finally understood.In his previous life, just as he left, Li Xiuchen triggered a restriction, releasing a sword energy left by the ancestors of the Mo family.The sword energy surged into the sky, forming a green lotus that engulfed all living creatures within sight.This sword was the “One Sword Creates Nine Lotuses” from the “Nine Lotuses Original Heart Record.”An unnamed ancestor of the Mo family actually possessed such a sword energy.

Luo Jianqing didn’t understand, but he couldn’t stop trembling at this moment. As he flipped through the book to the end, he saw more and more things that made him feel cold-hearted, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins.

That day, Li Xiuchen went to the bamboo house of Master Xuanling and informed him that he was going to capture the traitor Luo Jianqing.At that moment, Master Xuanling arrived before Li Xiuchen.”The elegant and graceful Master Xuanling frowned slightly and asked, ‘Are you going to chase after your senior brother?’

Li Xiuchen bowed his head and said, ‘Master, he is no longer my senior brother.’ Master Xuanling did not refute.

After a moment, he took out a sword. As soon as the sword appeared between heaven and earth, the sound of the wind disappeared, and time stood still. The cold and sharp cold light flashed across the sword, and Li Xiuchen stared at the sword with wide eyes, only to hear the clear and cold voice of Master Xuanling, as if sighing

—’Treat the sword as you would a person, uphold the master’s command, bring back your senior brother.’

“Luo Jianqing’s heart trembled, and a tear fell from his eye, landing precisely on the words “bring back.”

So, in the end, you still considered me your disciple.

In the end… you never intended to kill me!