"Afterward."
"I joined the Myriad Poisons Gate."
"They wanted me to hand over the cultivation method of the Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao, but I refused, because Senior Brother Wan had taught me that technique. I swore a venomous oath before him..."
"Even in death, I would never pass it on!"
Daoist Cangsong's tone grew calmer and calmer.
He no longer looked at Wang Quan Yan.
Instead, he stood alone beneath the setting sun, walking by himself into the darkness. His voice was faint and eerie, as though it had risen from the Nine Nether Hell:
"To put the people of the Myriad Poisons Gate at ease?"
"I obtained the method for refining the Blood Banner of Poison from them, and then..."
"I killed over a thousand bandits."
"I used their heart's blood and souls to refine the Blood Banner of Poison."
Having said that.
Daoist Cangsong took out a blood-red banner from his robes.
"Whoosh—"
Waves of blood surged forth.
A thick stench of blood rushed toward them.
After being refined with the heart's blood of over a thousand people, this Demonic Path treasure had become incomparably powerful. Though it could not compare to a true divine weapon, it was no weaker than an ordinary magical treasure.
"Wooo—"
A chorus of ghosts weeping and wolves howling rose from within the blood banner.
These were the cries of those homeless wandering souls.
At the sight of this.
Wang Quan Yan calmly watched Daoist Cangsong before him.
He did not know why Cangsong was telling him all this. He only knew that pitiful people must have something hateful about them.
"Nephew Wang Quan."
Daoist Cangsong clenched the Blood Banner of Poison in his hand.
His gaze was like that of a venomous snake, fixed firmly upon the youth before him. "Tell me— is Senior Brother Wan truly dead or not?"
At those words.
Wang Quan Yan raised his eyes slightly.
He looked at Daoist Cangsong without the slightest fear and merely said calmly, "Uncle Master Cangsong, do you intend to make a move against me?"
Daoist Cangsong did not speak.
He simply stared fixedly at Wang Quan Yan, and an intense pressure seemed to descend upon him.
But—
What he did not know was that?
Not far behind him at this moment.
A Daoist dressed in a dark green robe stood there expressionlessly. Not a trace of aura leaked from his body, and he seemed to have merged entirely into the darkness.
When had Dao Xuan arrived?
No one knew.
Even Wang Quan Yan had only just noticed him.
At first.
He had been somewhat nervous.
But the instant he saw True Person Dao Xuan?
The tension in his heart immediately eased.
Who was Dao Xuan?
The true number one figure of the Righteous Path!
A being who could even kill the Beast God if he went all out!
A mere Cangsong?
He was naturally not worth mentioning!
At this moment, the atmosphere had grown tense to the extreme.
In the end, Daoist Cangsong did not attack. He loosened his grip on the Blood Banner of Poison, and he seemed to have aged several years in an instant.
To make him take action against the Dragon Slaying Sword?
To make him attack the inheritor of the Ghost Slaying God True Art?
He could not do it...
"Alas."
Daoist Cangsong lowered his head despondently.
Dusk had completely faded.
His figure was also about to disappear entirely into the darkness.
"Senior Brother Wan, could you truly be dead..."
Daoist Cangsong muttered softly.
Seeing this.
Wang Quan Yan sighed quietly.
He glanced at True Person Dao Xuan, who stood not far behind him, before finally saying, "Uncle Master Cangsong, come with me..."
"Perhaps."
"Ancestor's Hall will give you the answer."
With that, Wang Quan Yan turned and walked toward Ancestor's Hall.
At those words,
Daoist Cangsong's expression froze abruptly.
He stood rooted to the spot for quite some time before following after him with an excited expression. Tears welled in his eyes, as though he had thought of something...
Ancestor's Hall?
"Whoosh!"
After Wang Quan Yan and Cangsong had left.
True Person Dao Xuan emerged expressionlessly from the darkness. He picked up the Blood Banner of Poison from the ground, his voice devoid of even the slightest emotion:
"Heh—"
"So after all I have done these years, it was all so insignificant in your eyes?"
"Good! Very good!"
"Cangsong, I never thought you were so dissatisfied with me? Heh— fine, then let Wan Jianyi judge this matter. Let us see who is truly fit to be sect leader?"
True Person Dao Xuan gave a self-mocking laugh.
He clenched the Blood Banner of Poison in his hand. With a tremor of spiritual power, a terrifying Supreme Purity aura swept out, instantly destroying the core of the artifact.
After doing all this.
The leader of the Righteous Path calmly headed toward Ancestor's Hall. A trace of killing intent flickered in his eyes; he clearly intended to personally cleanse the sect...
Ancestor's Hall.
Wan Jianyi was drinking alone.
Ever since he had occasionally shared drinks with Wang Quan Yan, he had become a little addicted to alcohol. Sometimes...
Drowning one's sorrows in drink could be quite enjoyable.
"Whoosh!"
Just then.
Wan Jianyi's gaze shifted.
He noticed a figure flickering in the distance?
"Hm? Xiao Yan is here..."
Wan Jianyi recognized that figure.
He had just opened his mouth when he noticed that another figure seemed to be following behind Wang Quan Yan?
That was...
Cangsong?!
Why had he come as well?
Wan Jianyi frowned slightly.
Yet before he could say anything.
Daoist Cangsong staggered over. Looking at Wan Jianyi before him, his entire body began trembling uncontrollably. With tears streaming down his face, he said, "Senior Brother Wan!?"
"You're alive!"
"You're actually alive!?"
At those words.
The corner of Wan Jianyi's mouth twitched slightly.
I'm standing perfectly fine right in front of you. If I'm not alive, then am I dead?
"What are you crying for?"
Wan Jianyi could not help but curse.
He did not know why Wang Quan Yan had brought Cangsong here, but there had to be a reason, right?
With that thought.
Wan Jianyi turned his gaze toward Wang Quan Yan.
Wang Quan Yan sighed faintly.
He glanced at the tearful Cangsong, figuring that the man no longer had the energy to speak, and so he took the initiative to recount everything Cangsong had said earlier.
As Wan Jianyi listened.
His expression grew uglier and uglier.
Daoist Cangsong silently knelt on the ground without saying a word. His emotions were incredibly complicated, but at this moment, what he felt most was fear...
He knew he had done something wrong.
Something terribly wrong.
"Cangsong!"
"Do you know what you're doing!?"
Wan Jianyi slammed the table and rose to his feet.
He glared at Daoist Cangsong before him, disbelief flashing in his eyes. He had clearly never expected the man to dare defect to the Demon Sect!?
"Senior Brother Wan, I..."
Cangsong lowered his head silently.
He knew he had committed an unforgivable mistake. It was already too late to turn back.
For a moment, ruthlessness filled his heart.
He immediately circulated his spiritual power and violently raised his hand toward his own head!
What was he trying to do!?
Wan Jianyi's eyes widened.
Wang Quan Yan was also somewhat incredulous.
"Whoosh—"
However, just then.
A powerful blast of wind suddenly swept in.
Immediately afterward, a surge of pure spiritual power directly stopped Daoist Cangsong from taking his own life.
"Cangsong."
"Are you so eager to die?"
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