Finally Meeting Wan Jianyi! Cangsong's Regret!

"Later."

"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 this very technique was once taught to me by Senior Brother Wan, and I swore a venomous oath before him..."

"That I would never pass it on, even in death!"

The calmer Daoist Cangsong spoke, the more serene he became.

He no longer looked at Wang Quan Yan.

Instead, he stood alone under the fading dusk, stepping into the darkness by himself, his voice drifting faintly as if rising from the Nine Nether Hell:

"To put the Myriad Poisons Gate at ease?"

"I obtained from them the method for refining the Blood Banner of Poison, and then..."

"I killed over a thousand bandits."

"I used their heart's blood and souls to refine the Blood Banner of Poison."

With that.

Daoist Cangsong pulled a blood-red banner from his bosom.

"Whoosh—"

Waves of blood surged forth.

A thick, bloody aura rushed toward them.

This Demonic Path artifact, after being tempered with the heart's blood of over a thousand people, had grown immensely powerful—though not quite a true divine weapon, it was no weaker than an ordinary magical artifact.

"Wail—"

A cacophony of ghostly howls and weeping rose from the blood banner.

These were the cries of homeless, wandering souls.

Seeing this.

Wang Quan Yan calmly watched the Daoist Cangsong before him.

He didn't know why Cangsong was telling him all this. He only knew—every pitiable person has their detestable side.

"Nephew Wang Quan."

Daoist Cangsong tightened his grip on the Blood Banner of Poison.

His gaze, like a venomous snake, locked onto the young man before him. "Tell me—did Senior Brother Wan die or not?"

Hearing this.

Wang Quan Yan lifted his eyes slightly.

He looked at Daoist Cangsong without any fear, merely saying calmly, "Uncle Master Cangsong intends to make a move against me?"

Daoist Cangsong said nothing.

His eyes simply bore into Wang Quan Yan, a dense pressure faintly radiating from him.

But—

What he didn't know?

Was that not far behind him.

A Daoist in a dark green robe stood expressionlessly, his presence utterly concealed, as if he had merged into the darkness itself.

When had True Person Dao Xuan arrived?

No one knew.

Even Wang Quan Yan had only just noticed.

At first.

He had been a little tense.

But the moment he saw True Person Dao Xuan?

The tension in his heart immediately eased.

Who was Dao Xuan?

The true foremost of the Righteous Path!

At full power, he could even kill the Beast God!

A mere Cangsong?

Naturally, he was nothing!

At that moment, the atmosphere was thick with tension.

In the end, Daoist Cangsong did not make a move. He released his grip on the Blood Banner of Poison, his entire being seeming to have aged several years.

For him to make a move against the Dragon Slaying Sword?

Make him move against the inheritor of the Ghost Slaying God True Art?

He couldn't do it...

"Sigh."

Daoist Cangsong lowered his head in dejection.

Twilight had fully fallen.

His figure was nearly swallowed entirely by the darkness.

"Senior Brother Wan... are you truly dead...?"

Daoist Cangsong murmured to himself.

Seeing this, Wang Quan Yan let out a soft sigh.

He glanced back at True Person Dao Xuan not far behind, then finally said, "Uncle Master Cangsong, come with me..."

"Perhaps."

"The Ancestor's Hall will give you the answer."

With that, Wang Quan Yan turned and walked toward the Ancestor's Hall.

Hearing this, Daoist Cangsong's expression froze in shock.

He stood there dazed for a long moment before following with agitation, tears glistening in his eyes as if something had dawned on him...

The Ancestor's Hall?

"Shua!"

After Wang Quan Yan and Cangsong had left, True Person Dao Xuan stepped out from the shadows, his face expressionless. He picked up the Blood Banner of Poison from the ground, his voice utterly devoid of emotion:

"Heh—"

"So this humble Daoist has done all these things over the years, and in your eyes, they amount to nothing?"

"Fine! Very well!"

"Cangsong, this humble Daoist never expected you to hold such resentment toward me. Heh—fine then, let Wan Jianyi be the judge. Let's see who is truly fit to be the sect leader?"

True Person Dao Xuan let out a self-mocking laugh.

He clenched the Blood Banner of Poison in his hand, his spiritual power surging with a terrifying Taiqing aura that instantly shattered the core of the artifact.

Having done this, the leader of the Righteous Path walked calmly toward the Ancestor's Hall, a hint of murderous intent flickering in his eyes, clearly intending to clean house himself...

Ancestor's Hall.

Wan Jianyi was drinking alone.

Ever since he'd started clinking cups with Wang Quan Yan from time to time, he'd developed a bit of a drinking habit. Sometimes, after all...

drowning one's sorrows in wine was quite the pastime.

"Shua!"

Just then, Wan Jianyi's gaze flickered.

He noticed a figure moving in the distance ahead?

"Mm? Xiao Yan is here..."

Wan Jianyi recognized the silhouette.

He was about to speak when he noticed another figure following behind Wang Quan Yan?

That was...

Cangsong?!

Why was he here too?

Wan Jianyi furrowed his brow slightly.

But before he could say anything, he saw Daoist Cangsong stagger forward. Gazing at Wan Jianyi before him, he couldn't help trembling all over, tears streaming down his face as he cried out, "Senior Brother Wan!?"

"You're alive!"

"You're still alive!?"

Upon hearing this.

The corner of Wan Jianyi's mouth twitched slightly.

I'm standing right here in front of you, alive and well—what, did you think I was a ghost?

"Crying and sniveling like that—what kind of sight is this?"

Wan Jianyi couldn't help but scold.

Though he had no idea how Wang Quan Yan had brought Daoist Cangsong here, he figured there must be a reason for it.

With that thought.

Wan Jianyi turned his gaze to Wang Quan Yan.

Wang Quan Yan let out a slight sigh.

He glanced at Daoist Cangsong, whose face was streaked with tears, and judged that the man was in no state to speak. So he took the initiative to recount everything Cangsong had said earlier.

Upon hearing this.

Wan Jianyi's expression grew darker and darker with each word.

Daoist Cangsong knelt silently on the ground, saying nothing. His emotions were in turmoil, but what weighed heaviest on him now was fear...

He knew he had done wrong.

Had done something terribly wrong.

"Cangsong!"

"Do you even know what you've done!?"

Wan Jianyi slammed the table and shot to his feet.

He glared at Daoist Cangsong before him, a flicker of disbelief in his eyes. He had never imagined the man would dare to defect to the demon cult!?

"Senior Brother Wan, I..."

Cangsong lowered his head in silence.

He knew he had committed a grave sin, and now it was nearly impossible to turn back.

In that moment, a desperate resolve seized him.

He immediately channeled his spiritual power and abruptly raised his hand to strike his own head!

What was he trying to do!?

Wan Jianyi's eyes went wide.

Wang Quan Yan was also stunned.

"Shwoosh—"

But just then.

A fierce blast of wind suddenly swept in.

And with it, a surge of pure spiritual force directly interrupted Daoist Cangsong's attempt at self-destruction.

"Cangsong."

"Are you so eager to throw your life away?"

PS: Typos will be fixed after the first draft!

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