It Wasn't Over Yet
Qi Yaoji was rescued by the black mist, and Gu Huaiwei died while saving Sang Ying.
These two pieces of news reached everyone's ears one after another, drawing sighs from them once again.
After hearing the latter news, Elder Yanhua remained silent for a long time for some reason, and finally sighed, saying, "I watched him enter the sect and watched him rise step by step to a high position. He was a talented person, but in the end, his obsession was too strong, and he lost himself in the end."
"Should we hold a funeral for him too? After all, he was once a member of our Flowing Light Sword Sect," an elder said thoughtfully.
Upon hearing this, everyone else subconsciously glanced at Sang Zheng. They had all witnessed how Gu Huaiwei had treated Sang Ying. Later, after he lost his memory, he even kidnapped Sang Ying and locked her up. If Jiang Zhuoxue hadn't come up with a way to rescue her in time, who knows what would have become of Sang Ying.
In their view, the person who probably least wanted to give Gu Huaiwei friendly look was Sang Zheng.
However, they were not wrong about this. Regardless of whether Gu Huaiwei died in the end to save Sang Ying, Sang Zheng could not feel any goodwill towards this person.
Although Sang Ying did not expect Qi Yaoji's actions, she carried a defensive talisman, so she would have been safe even without Gu Huaiwei's interference.
Therefore, after learning about this, although Sang Zheng felt more complicated about Gu Huaiwei, he was not particularly grateful for his actions and had no intention of holding a funeral for Gu Huaiwei.
He shielded his daughter from a blow, but so many innocent lives were lost at his hands. Can his dying act of protecting someone from a sword erase such a grave sin?
However, since this was brought up by an elder, Sang Zheng couldn't directly refuse, so he turned to Elder Yanhua and asked, "What do you think of this matter?"
Elder Yanhua sighed. Although he also felt sorry for Gu Huaiwei's fate, his opinion was the same as Sang Zheng's. "No need to do anything. Just find him a beautiful place to bury him. Those who died in this disaster might not even have their remains recovered. He is already much luckier than those people to have a complete body."
Elder Yanhua's words reminded everyone of the things Gu Huaiwei had done.
Whether he has lost his memory or not, the wrongdoings he committed will not be erased by Gu Huaiwei's death. Those lost lives will ultimately become a debt owed by Gu Huaiwei and even the Flowing Light Sword Sect, until the day this debt is fully repaid.
Upon hearing Elder Yanhua's words, Sang Zheng pondered for a moment before finally saying, "Let's do everything as the elder says!"
So, on a drizzly day, a group from the Flowing Light Sword Sect carried a coffin toward the mountains near their sect.
They found a place with a decent view for Gu Huaiwei, intending for him to rest in peace there.
The four siblings, Red Fox and her brother, followed the group.
The red fox, also known as the fox Lingxi, can now barely transform into human form. Because her Demon Power is stronger than her three younger siblings, she is recovering faster than them.
As for the remaining three little ones, since they were still in their cub stage and were severely corrupted by Demonic Qi, they need to first dispel the Demonic Qi in their bodies before considering replenishing their Spiritual Qi. It will probably take quite some time before they can transform back into human form and become Demon Race again.
Fortunately, Lingxi had no objections. "Anyway, you said before that you would take care of us. Even if they can't become Demon Race again for the time being, they'll still have an easy life!"
Lingxi's greatest joy in life was agreeing to cooperate with Sang Ying. After the Devil Race were eliminated, Sang Ying not only took the initiative to help her regain her demon identity, but also promised to let her stay in the Flowing Light Sword Sect as a domesticated fox.
God knows how happy she was!
Although the Flowing Light Sword Sect has suffered a calamity and lost its sect, its people and the underground Spirit Vein remain. It won't take a long time for a group of cultivators to rebuild the sect. Once they join Twin Orchid Realm, she and her younger siblings will surely have a good life.
While Lingxi was happy, some people were very sad.
At this very moment, Fan Nanjun, trapped in the crevice behind the Flowing Light Sword Sect, was regretting his impulsiveness.
He had only heard that a Devil Dragon was trapped at the bottom of the back valley, but he never expected that the Devil Dragon was also raising an extremely powerful vine!
Forget about getting close to the Devil Dragon in the cave; he led a group of Devil Race to the bottom of the valley, only to be bound by vines that had grown wildly and almost completely dominated the valley floor.
Fan Nanjun did try to struggle; after all, he had been a Demon Lord, and it would be ridiculous for him to be trapped by a mere vine.
But as soon as he made a move, the vines slowly tightened, binding him more and more tightly, and even the thinnest one quietly climbed up his neck!
The screams coming from behind him sent chills down Fan Nanjun's spine. The Demonic Qi emanating from the air made him know that more Devil Race must have been killed by this strange vine.
What terrified Fan Nanjun even more was that these vines not only strangled the Devil Race swiftly, but they could even absorb and devour the Demonic Qi they exhaled! It was as if they left no trace of their existence whatsoever!
The screams grew closer and closer. After the two high-ranking Devil Race closest to him perished in the slaughter, Fan Nanjun finally met his end.
The vines dispersed the Demonic Qi he had conjured to protect his neck, and the next second they tightly wrapped around his neck. The force was so great that Fan Nanjun could almost hear the sound of his bones dislocating.
Although he was a demon, he was not invincible. With the increasing force of the vines, Fan Nanjun felt that he might die at any moment.
But he was actually quite lucky; before the vines could finish their final strangulation, a cloud of black mist rushed towards his head.
Fan Nanjun subconsciously closed his eyes, and when his senses returned, he realized that he was actually standing on solid ground!
He suddenly opened his eyes; the vines that had bound him were gone, and he was long gone from the valley that had almost cost him his life.
Instead, a familiar face appeared before me.
"Su Fuyun?!" Fan Nanjun exclaimed in surprise.
A delicate face suddenly appeared in his field of vision. The woman in the black robe before him was none other than the lover he had been searching for for so long!
However, the female cultivator whose name he called out had an unprecedentedly cold expression. She lowered her eyes to look at Fan Nanjun and uttered words that were completely unfamiliar to him. "You've called me the wrong person. You should call me—Saintess."
Her lips curved slightly, and she looked at Fan Nanjun as if he were a lamb to the slaughter.
"The Fusheng and the Devil Race army have been utterly defeated. None of the six remaining demon generals survived. Now you only have two paths before you: either die at the hands of the righteous forces in the Twin Orchid Realm, or follow me and leave, and from now on obey my orders. The choice is yours." The woman smiled at him lightly, seemingly unconcerned that he would make a choice that displeased her.
And just as she expected, the eerie black mist was wrapped around the woman's wrist; this thing could save her from the vines.
If Fan Nanjun couldn't even handle those vines, how could he possibly find a chance of survival in the hands of the black mist?
He swallowed hard and immediately nodded in agreement. "I choose the second path, I want to live!"
Upon hearing his reply, the woman smiled.
Even without Gu Huaiwei, there's Fan Nanjun, who's even more useful.
Just you wait, Sang Ying, our story is far from over!
A note from the author:
I'll accumulate chapters first.
See you tomorrow~