That demon had recently been constantly beguiling Wushan, spouting all sorts of improper, panic-inducing nonsense. Now that he looked at it, it was nothing more than this. The demonic path rose one foot, while the righteous path rose ten—there was nothing to worry about.
"This disciple is fine. I made Master worry." Compared to the dangers of Pill Fragrance City, Mingxuan City's situation was complicated, but with Martial Uncle Jun and Mother Chen there, there was very little a Nascent Soul cultivator like him could do. Using Golden Light to eradicate the Demon Seed was not particularly strenuous either; he was merely a little drained.
He had not expected matters to align so perfectly. He had not been very confident about persuading No Spring, but with Mother Chen's help, it was no longer a problem.
The Demon Seed was easy to remove, but No Spring had already entered the wicked path. His years of cultivation would likely still go to waste.
"What is there to worry about? I'll go find that Jun fellow. You all rest properly. This is Hehe Sect territory; you needn't trouble yourselves with the rest."
Wen Xu bowed. "This disciple understands."
Who would have thought that the moment Master left, Wen Xu was carried away between them, one on each side? Zheng Jin had already recovered somewhat and could conveniently take Su Yao along as well. Su Yao had originally been worried about No Spring and the other Medicine Cauldrons, but the Hehe Sect disciples had already taken full control of the place. With the formation shattered and the altar ruined beyond recognition, she finally realized, belatedly, "I... can leave the city now?"
Su Yao's heart suddenly stirred. A dream once impossibly far away had abruptly come within reach, and she felt as though she were