The mountain is misty and mysterious, with a multitude of trees growing densely, the clear light shines brightly, and the heavenly water flows gently.

  "You can know a person's face but not their heart; who would have thought that such an extraordinary being was actually a demon cultivator!"

  "Keep your voice down, that's Fuyao upstairs... Pfft pfft pfft, it's Chu Cha, and now it seems like she has already been dug up by the sect leader in public to extract her Golden Elixir!"

  "What's going on? Didn't he get locked up in prison after being caught?"

  "You followed the disciples of Zhao Tian Peak to collect spiritual grass two days ago, so you naturally didn't know. But yesterday's matter was a big deal, with a lot of bloodshed!"

  "If you're dug out of Golden Elixir, your entire cultivation will be completely ruined, are you dead or what?"

  "I don't know..."

  Several servants holding brooms crouched under a large tree, whispering and chatting about the latest gossip in the sect. Suddenly, a shadow loomed over them.

  Look up and see——

  However, it was a young man in white clothes with a long sword on his back. His face was calm and had no smile, those black eyes had a deep murderous aura.

  Their hearts rose to their throats all at once.

  This is Chu Cha's apprentice, and these insignificant servants dared to discuss Chu Cha in front of him, which was not a trivial matter.

  He didn't return with the sect from Baoguo Temple a month ago, and everyone thought he was dead.

  I didn't expect...

  "Master, where are you?" He slowly opened his mouth, his voice extremely low.

  One of the servants involuntarily hugged the broom tightly, trembling with fear as he cautiously opened his mouth: "The little ones don't know where the immortal will go either..."

  "Useless thing."

  As soon as the words fell.

  Just a moment ago, several servants were still alive and kicking, but in an instant they exploded into a bloody mist that spread everywhere.

  Gu Yan didn't know what was wrong with himself.

  It's just that I feel a deep sadness in my heart, as if he has completely forgotten the joys and sorrows, leaving only endless confusion.

  This feeling...

  There is only a desolate feeling when I was young and wandered on the streets, watching those who cried and rushed into the arms of adults.

  There was an unstoppable surge of heat rushing up to the eye sockets, just like the suffocating feeling I had before when I was thrown into a water tank for secretly eating food.

  Respected Master...

  The white-clad youth standing under the flower tree with his head bowed slowly raised his wrist and pulled down his hair tie.

  A dark aura suddenly emerged, and over a hundred evil spirits with dim red lights surrounded him, flowing around his body. The air around seemed to stop moving, and the flowers, grass, and trees were all withered...

  The people of Jianzhou were in a state of panic.

  That Chu Cha is a demon cultivator, who would have thought that the disciple he taught would also be a demon cultivator!

  They gripped their weapons tightly with a sense of trepidation, watching as Gu Yan approached them step by step.

  Corpses littered the ground, blood flowing like rivers, yet his white robes remained spotless. He grasped a bloody longsword in his hand, his pace unhurried and unflustered, surrounded by an aura of death, somber and heavy, with a sense of slaughter.

  He gloomily raised his eyes, "Master, where are you?"

  Those sword sect disciples swallowed their saliva in fear, and for a moment no one dared to step forward to respond.

  Ever since the Golden Elixir was dug out from the top of Mount Kunlun and the immortal cultivation was abolished, the sect leader has been in closed-door meditation and hasn't come out.

  The one who should be able to rival him when the master is away is that Tuijin Peak's Nascent Soul stage elder.

  But...

  They simultaneously looked up and glanced at the old man lying unconscious in the corner.

  What has Gu Yun gone through!

  Isn't it just trash without the Five Spirits Roots?

  That youth with a sinister aura sneered and gripped his sword tightly, ready to strike, but was stopped by a voice.

  "I know."

  Gu Yan's movements slightly paused.

  A girl in green clothes walked out of the crowd, and it was none other than Yu Yu, the disciple of Zhishan.

  "With a heavy heart, he abolished Fu Yao's cultivation and threw her out of the mountain gate, leaving her to fend for herself."

  "I secretly went down the mountain, gave her a healing medicine to heal her wounds, and took her to the nearest mountain city in the lower realm, giving her some silver money for living expenses."

  Yu Yu said with downcast eyes.

  She was then left in Luoyang City to take care of her injured brother, so she did not know what happened at Baoguo Temple that day.

  But...

  They said Shang Xian was a demon cultivator, but no matter what, she couldn't believe it.

  The Upper Immortal bore the name of a genius, yet remained humble and diligent in his efforts, his reputation was entirely earned through arduous cultivation.

  Direction.

  "The first small town in the southeast," said Yu Yu.

  That gloomy young man suddenly seemed to have a few more human touches, with a faint light in his eyes, "Thanks."

  His words fell, accompanied by a 'bang' sound——

  Apart from Yu Yu, all the disciples of Jianzong around him had turned into a bloody mist that lingered in the air for a long time without dispersing...