As for Sixth Senior Brother's condition, Tian Buyi truly had no solution.
Falling to the demonic path wasn't something one could simply say and be done with, and he had never heard of anyone recovering after becoming demonic. It wasn't a transformation of spiritual energy like a change in cultivation technique. It was the corruption of one's mind—leaving them without feeling or conscience, driven only by the desire to kill and destroy. After becoming demonic, they would slaughter even those dearest to them without the slightest hesitation. Killing was their instinct; destruction was their desire.
Just as Tian Buyi was debating whether he would have to kill his own disciple for the greater good, the Black Silk, having sucked the black aura from him and Su Ru, wound itself around Sixth Senior Brother. More and more strands coiled around him until he was wrapped up like a silkworm in its cocoon.
"Ma-Master!" Zhang Xiaofan staggered over, looking as though he were drunk.
"Xiaofan! You're hurt!" Fifth Senior Brother hurried forward to support him.
Zhang Xiaofan shook his head, then suddenly pushed Fifth Senior Brother away and ran to the side, bending over to vomit.
Fifth Senior Brother hurried over and gently patted his back.
"Fifth Senior Brother! I'm all right now! That Green Vine tossed me and Little Junior Brother around until we were dizzy. I feel much better after throwing up a few times!" Zhang Xiaofan explained weakly, waving a hand at Fifth Senior Brother.
Though Zhang Xiaofan said he was fine, his eyes were still rolling around in their sockets, unable to focus. No wonder he was staggering; everything he saw must still be spinning.
"Is Little Junior Brother all right?" Seeing Luo Yunji in Tian Buyi's arms, Zhang Xiaofan hurried over, stumbling and nearly tripping as he