Gu Huaiwei Recovers His Memories

Fusheng sacrificed a great deal for this great battle, using almost all of his forces to attack the Flowing Light Sword Sect, all in an effort to end the battle as quickly as possible.

In retrospect, his approach was correct.

Looking at the remaining less than ten low-level Devil Race in the courtyard, Sang Ying's confidence in defeating them and leaving grew even stronger.

However, she didn't act impulsively. Instead, she went back to the courtyard and put the three fox cubs from the fox den into a cloth bag, which she then tied to her arms.

She reached out and touched the little one who was usually closest to her. "Don't be afraid, I'll take you out to find your sister."

After saying that, a flash of purple lightning appeared on the Floating River Sword, Sang Ying stepped out the door.

The difference between low- Devil Race and high-level Devil Race is not small. Even though Sang Ying has only recovered to the Foundation Establishment Realm stage, with the pure heavenly lightning swirling around her sword, no Devil Race who dared to stop her from leaving came out unscathed.

If it weren't for the fact that she wanted to leave quickly that month and didn't linger, all the Devil Race in the city lord's mansion would probably have met their demise.

And so, Sang Ying, bearing the blood of the Devil Race, stepped out of the city lord's mansion.

The lightning on the distant immortal mountain grew increasingly intense, whether due to the Dragon Race's heavenly tribulation or the excessive evil deeds of the demons below was unknown.

This tribulation was even more terrifying than Sang Ying's previous Nascent Soul Lightning Tribulation. Even the disciples who had escaped far away under the arrangement of their sect elders felt the earth tremble the moment the lightning struck.

Sang Zheng and his group dared not delay and frantically led their disciples away from the Flowing Light Sword Sect. However, they had only gone halfway when a figure blocked their way.

The newcomer's face was hidden behind an iron mask, revealing only a pair of cold eyes that stared intently at Sang Zheng and the others.

It seemed as if the other party had deliberately come to ambush them. As soon as the two groups collided, the man swung his hand straight at Sang Zheng's face in a claw-like motion. If Jiulian hadn't intervened in time, Sang Zheng would probably have died on the spot.

The deflected attack missed its mark, and the giant tree that the man had just brushed against with his fingertips crashed to the ground, proving to everyone how terrifying the newcomer was.

Sang Zheng was shielded behind Jiulian. He looked up at the man, puzzled, and asked, "Who are you, and why are you targeting me?"

"You tricked me, and now you ask who I am?" the masked man, also known as Fusheng, roared. "Even without the demon army today, I can still utterly annihilate your Flowing Light Sword Sect!"

After saying that, Fusheng attacked the cultivators in front of him again.

This time, he wisely avoided targeting high-level cultivators like Sang Zheng and instead attacked the disciples with lower cultivation levels.

Fortunately, the other elders were already prepared, and as soon as the Fusheng cultivator made his move, they threw an array plate at their own disciples.

The protective power of the array plate inscribed by Wen Miaoshu was extraordinary. Even a powerful demon like Fusheng couldn't harm the disciples with his first attack. By the time he tried to break the array again, the elders had already arrived in time.

Knowing that the person before them was the Fusheng Demon Lord, Sang Zheng and Elder Yanhua no longer intended to show any mercy.

Upon learning his identity, Jiulian immediately attacked him with a wave of her fan.

"So it was you who trapped my disciple?" Jiulian's voice was icy, and her eyes, which were always smiling, were now filled with frost.

Upon Fusheng, Fusheng quickly realized that this was the master Sang Ying had re-acquainted with after going to the Immortal Spirit Realm: "Your disciple? Ha, she's my disciple now!"

He later inquired carefully about Sang Ying's background and learned that she had once been a disciple of the sword master Gu Huaiwei. After hearing that Sang Ying had severed her master-disciple relationship with Gu Huaiwei and had become a disciple of someone else.

Fusheng was inexplicably unhappy, and this displeasure extended to her new master.

Now that the two people who harbor mutual resentment have finally met, the already tense atmosphere has become even more serious.

With Jiulian and Fusheng having similar cultivation levels, and with Elder Yanhua's occasional assistance, Fusheng Sheng was completely restrained.

Upon seeing this, Sang Zheng immediately led his disciples to flee elsewhere. Meanwhile, several mountain peaks of the Flowing Light Sword Sect had already been leveled by heavenly lightning.

The demon generals had never witnessed such a terrifying tribulation. The purple lightning struck them, making them feel as if they had been thrown into raging fire and boiling oil. The pain and despair made the demon generals wish they could faint on the spot.

They were filled with regret. If they had known that the Flowing Light Sword Sect would set up such a trap for them, they should have fled the Devil Realm from the beginning and not gotten involved in these matters.

But it was too late for regrets. One by one, the demons were blasted into ashes by the heavenly lightning, and the Demonic Qi on the demon generals gradually dissipated. They knew very well that when they completely lost all their Demonic Qi, it would be the end of them.

A dragon's roar came from the horizon, and a black dragon surged forward to meet yet another tribulation of lightning.

The female demon saw that the black dragon was also surrounded by wisps of Demonic Qi. She thought that such a sinful dragon would not be able to survive the heavenly tribulation. She hoped that the black dragon would fail in its tribulation so that she could barely survive the heavenly lightning.

But soon, the Demonic Qi was enveloped by a faint golden Merit.

The lightning struck again, and this time the demoness closed her eyes...

Fusheng was ultimately defeated. No matter how powerful he was, under the suppression of the Heavenly Tribulation and the combined attack of Jiulian and Elder Yanhua, he could not gain the upper hand. He suffered a heavy blow from Jiulian and fled in defeat.

The demon army he had organized was almost completely wiped out. When he returned to the city lord's mansion after his Fusheng and wanted to take Sang Ying away, he found only the guards collapsed on the ground and the backyard empty.

She even took the three foxes with her, but left the things I had given her in the yard.

Fusheng suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, and a sharp pain shot through his chest.

"You won't escape me!" Fusheng gritted his teeth and propped himself up, following Sang Ying's scent as he chased after her.

To avoid retaliation from the remnants of the Devil Race, the Flowing Light Sword Sect and its members found a very secluded hiding place. Sang Ying, unaware of Jiang Zhuoxue and the others' plans, could only choose a direction to search for it herself.

She wasn't fast, so Fusheng, who was desperately Fusheng for someone, quickly caught up with her.

Blood trickled from the arrogant Demon Lord's lips, and his magnificent robes were rumpled from the fight. But Fusheng seemed completely oblivious to his disheveled state, his gaze fixed intently on Sang Ying.

"Where are you going?" Fusheng asked, looking at her.

Sang Ying's expression remained as cold as ever. "I want to go back to my parents and fellow disciples, can't the Demon Lord see that?"

"Demon Lord?" He chuckled. "You don't call me Master anymore, do you?"

Sang Ying frowned. "You should know that I never truly wanted to call you 'Master.' My only master is Jiulian."

Upon hearing this, Fusheng couldn't help but take a step forward. Sang Ying instinctively raised her sword and pointed it at him, her eyes full of wariness and resistance.

In that instant, Fusheng seemed to recall something, as if there had once been a female cultivator who resisted his approach in front of everyone. But unlike Sang Ying, she didn't deny their master-disciple relationship; she simply...

You are not worthy to be my master!

A voice suddenly rushed into his mind, and a blurry figure gradually became clear in his eyes.

The voice continued, each word seemingly stained with blood, filled with accusation and sorrow. "Today, it is not you, Immortal Venerable Yanchen, who are punishing your rebellious disciple, but I Sang Ying, who am expelled myself from the sect!"

The final bolt of lightning struck down, hitting Jiang Zhuoxue and seemingly also striking Fusheng's head.

He raised his hand to his forehead, the intense pain causing the veins on his temples to bulge.

"In the name of Sang Ying and in the name of my father Sang Zheng, I hereby declare to the world that from this day forward, I have absolutely no connection with you Gu Huaiwei! From this day forward, all ties are severed!"

Fusheng opened his eyes and looked at the female cultivator in front of him, his expression changing slightly.

"So it was you..."

It's you, the one I abandoned, the one who also abandoned me... my apprentice.

A note from the author:

Alright, Master Scum has regained his memory, now we can send him straight to the crematorium!

See you tomorrow~