Zhu Xian: The way of heaven collapses, and I only have one sword!

Chapter 88: Eating with one less person always means you can always have enough to eat.

After the sound of the ghost flute gradually disappeared, Yu Yangzi was the only one left in the scene, while Ji Zai, Qin Wuyan and Jin Ping'er walked out together.

Yu Yangzi's gaze shifted from Qin Wuyan to Jin Ping'er, then to Ji Zai under the black robe, and he suddenly said, "Forget it, forget it."

When Ji Zai and the other two walked to within three meters of Yu Yangzi, they formed a corner and surrounded Yu Yangzi.

Jin Ping'er spoke first, smiling, "Master Yuyangzi, do you have anything else to say?"

A hint of resentment flashed in Yu Yangzi's eyes, and then he sighed and said, "Now I am at the end of my rope, and Changsheng Hall will come to an end today."

Qin Wuyan clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Master uncle really has good eyesight!"

Yu Yangzi's body trembled slightly, and he said slowly: "Since I have no other way to go, why not surrender to you? With my Taoism skills, I can still be of some use to you, right?"

Qin Wuyan and Jin Ping'er were immediately moved by these words. Yu Yangzi's skills were almost as great as those of the Ghost King and the Poison God. If the Changsheng Hall hadn't already clashed with the righteous sect, eliminating the Changsheng Hall would have been much more difficult. If they could secure Yu Yangzi, they would undoubtedly be the strongest ally, naturally gaining an advantage in future internal struggles within the Demon Cult.

Qin Wuyan and Jin Ping'er were both ambitious. Thinking of this, they couldn't help but look hesitant.

"There are too many monks and too little porridge. If there is one less person drinking porridge, we can always have enough to eat." Ji Zai said in a cold voice.

Qin Wuyan and Jin Ping'er were startled by Ji Zai's words, and then they immediately understood the key point. They were already the best in their respective sects. If Yu Yangzi were to join any of them, would their status be preserved?

As she thought of this, a purple light gradually brightened to Jin Ping'er's right. Almost simultaneously, Qin Wuyan grasped the dagger at his waist, and a deep demonic aura emanated from the ghost flute in Ji Zai's hand. All three of them simultaneously advanced towards Yu Yangzi.

"Let's make it clear in advance, I only want the Yin-Yang Mirror. As for the disciples of Changsheng Hall, you can divide them up." Ji Zai said in a deep voice.

Yu Yangzi looked at the three men pressing forward, a look of determination flashing across his face. He suddenly raised the Yin-Yang Mirror in his hand, and instantly, the Mirror shone brightly, its intense light like a blazing sun, illuminating the entire Death Swamp area.

Taking advantage of this gap, Yu Yangzi suddenly turned around and ran towards the depths of the swamp. He knew in his heart that in his current state, he could not fight against these three rising stars at the same time. His only chance of survival was to escape into the depths of the death swamp.

Ji Zai snorted coldly, and the purple-black magic light around him surged. In an instant, he turned into a stream of light and chased after Yu Yangzi. His speed was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, he closed the distance between them.

"Want to escape?" Ji Zai's voice echoed behind Yu Yangzi, filled with cold murderous intent. He gently waved the Chen Qing flute in his hand, and a purple-black demonic blade slashed towards Yu Yangzi like lightning.

Yu Yangzi sensed the deadly threat from behind and, with every last ounce of strength he possessed, channeled all his spiritual energy into the Yin-Yang Mirror. The Mirror shone brightly once more, forming a protective barrier that blocked Ji Zai's demonic blade. However, the powerful impact still caused him to spit blood and stumble.

At this moment, Qin Wuyan and Jin Ping'er also caught up. The three of them surrounded Yu Yangzi again, forming an airtight encirclement.

"Yuyangzi, you can't escape today." Qin Wuyan said with a sneer.

Yu Yangzi looked at the three people in front of him, his heart filled with despair. But he was still unwilling to die like this. His eyes swept back and forth between the three people, trying to find a breakthrough.

"Since that's the case, let's die together!" Yu Yangzi suddenly laughed wildly. The Yin-Yang Mirror in his hand flickered, and the Yin-Yang power in the mirror began to surge wildly.

Ji Zai and the others' expressions changed slightly. They sensed the aura of mutual destruction emanating from Yu Yangzi. The three of them exchanged glances and attacked simultaneously.

Yu Yangzi used his last bit of strength to manipulate the Yin-Yang Mirror and resist the attacks of the three. However, his power gradually weakened, and the light of the Yin-Yang Mirror gradually dimmed. Finally, under the combined attack of the three, Yu Yangzi's defense completely collapsed. The light of the Yin-Yang Mirror dissipated, and Yu Yangzi vomited blood and collapsed in the swamp.

Ji Zai walked forward, reached out to pick up the Yin-Yang Mirror, and put it in his arms.

Qin Wuyan suddenly sighed and said, "Master Yuyangzi was a hero throughout his life. Now he can be considered to have died a worthy death, right?"

Ji Zai nodded slightly, Jin Ping'er smiled but did not respond.

Qin Wuyan didn't care and smiled, "What are your plans next?"

Jin Ping'er turned around and said as she walked: "Now that the important matter is settled, it is natural for us to go our separate ways."

"Could it be that the fairy wants to go back and report?" Qin Wuyan said.

Jin Ping'er looked back at Ji Zai and Qin Wuyan, smiled, and walked away on her own. The disciples of the Hehuan Sect also followed her.

Ji Zai glanced at Qin Wuyan and walked away, and the disciples of the Ghost King Sect followed him.

Qin Wuyan still stood there, watching Ji Zai's departing back with a smile but his eyes gradually turned cold.

Ji Zai looked at the Ghost King Sect disciples behind him and said, "Fighters from all sides are gathering in the Death Swamp right now. Once you're settled, be on high alert and don't act rashly. After all, you only have one life."

"Yes, Deputy Sect Master." The leader behind Ji Zai said respectfully. Ji Zai was about to turn around when he heard the leader suddenly say, "Deputy Sect Master, there is one more thing."

"Speak." Ji Zai said.

"News came from the headquarters that the sect leader and the two holy envoys, Azure Dragon and Vermillion Bird, have left Fox Mountain. Their whereabouts are unknown, but they are most likely heading towards the Dead Marsh."

"I understand. You take the disciples of the Ghost King Sect and settle them down." After Ji Zai said this, he flashed into the thick miasma.

As he gradually went deeper into the miasma, his vision gradually dimmed, and soon the surroundings became gray and hazy, and even his vision was greatly obstructed.

"This miasma is quite interesting." Ji Zai said in a cold voice, but his body was covered by a circle of purple-black transparent light shield, which forcibly blocked the invasion of miasma.

At that moment, Ji Zai frowned slightly as he saw a flash of blue light from deep within the miasma. He was very familiar with that light, but that familiarity was fleeting. At the same time, the previously quiet miasma around him suddenly surged violently, swirling rapidly like boiling water.

Looking at the whirlpools of various sizes in front of him, Ji Zai snorted coldly, and the magic light around him instantly spread out, forcing the miasma back a few points. He also took advantage of this time to come to the air and just looked at the storm formed by the miasma below.

Suddenly, Ji Zai's eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw something like a big snake in the gray miasma swimming past under him. Wherever it passed, the miasma rolled like the sea. After a while, it disappeared in the miasma again.

Ji Zai looked at the direction where the giant creature disappeared and followed it without thinking much. However, due to obstructed vision, he lost it soon.

Just as I was about to explore, I suddenly heard a scream from the front. As expected, it must be that other people came in here and were frightened by the giant creature.

When Ji Zai was about to fly in the direction where the sound came from, he heard a woman's angry shout: "Monster, where are you running to!" Before she finished speaking, a blue sword light suddenly broke through the miasma and stabbed towards Ji Zai.

Ji Zai frowned slightly, and the ghost flute Chen Qing appeared in his hand. Without thinking, he faced the newcomer directly. With a flick of his wrist, the Chen Qing flute drew a strange arc and collided with the blue sword light.

With a loud "clang", the sound of metal clashing echoed in the miasma, and the powerful impact force caused the surrounding miasma to roll violently again.

Ji Zai snorted coldly and waved his hand, instantly dispersing the surrounding miasma. He also saw the person who came clearly, the figure that often appeared in the depths of his memory. The person before him, dressed in white clothes as white as snow, with a face that was beautiful but frosty, was Lu Xueqi.

When Lu Xueqi saw the person opposite her clearly, a hint of shock flashed in her eyes. It was Chen Qiye, whom she had been waiting for ten years, but the man in front of her was emitting a strong demonic aura, and was completely different from the young man in her memory.

"Qi Ye, is it really you?" Lu Xueqi's voice trembled, and the Tianya Sword shook slightly in her hand.

When Ji Zai heard the familiar call, he felt a sharp pain in his head. He then gritted his teeth and said with difficulty: "You have the wrong person. I am Ji Zai, the deputy leader of the Ghost King Sect." Although he said so, a trace of confusion and struggle flashed in his eyes.

Lu Xueqi's eyes instantly reddened upon hearing this, and the Tianya Sword in her hand shone brightly, as if echoing her excitement. "No, you are Qiye. I won't mistake you." Her voice was choked with sobs, and the past ten years of longing and waiting surged out like a flood.

Before Chen Qiye died, he once said that a person who looked similar to him would appear, but Chen Qiye's soul would remain dormant in his body for a while.

Lu Xueqi's eyes were red as she stared at Ji Zai, as if she wanted to see through him and find that familiar soul.

Ji Zai was a little flustered by her stare, and subconsciously turned his head away. He clenched the Chen Qing flute in his hand slightly, and his knuckles turned white due to the force.

"I told you, you've got the wrong person. Also, I'm from the Ghost King Sect, and you should kill me." Ji Zai emphasized again, but his voice unconsciously lowered a few degrees, with a hint of guilt.

Lu Xueqi shuddered at these words, as if she'd been stung. Her gaze darted back and forth across Ji Zai's face, trying to find a glimpse of Chen Qiye in his cold expression. For ten years, she had yearned for Chen Qiye's return day and night, yet now he was so close, yet he felt so unfamiliar.

"I don't believe it, Chen Qiye, have you forgotten our oath?" Lu Xueqi's voice trembled, tears welling up in her eyes, "You said you would come back, I have waited for you for ten years, and in these ten years, I have never given up." As she spoke, the light of the Tianya Sword in her hand became stronger and stronger, but it was not for attack.

Ji Zai felt as if countless needles were stabbing in his mind. He suddenly felt a splitting headache. He hugged his head tightly with both hands and groaned in pain.

“Stop talking!” Ji Zai let out a painful roar, the demonic energy around him surging uncontrollably. “I’m not Chen Qiye, I’m Ji Zai, the Vice-Leader of the Ghost King Sect!”

Seeing this, Lu Xueqi's heart tightened. She put away the Tianya Sword and slowly took a step forward. Her voice was gentle but filled with unquestionable determination: "Qiye, no matter what you become, I know it's you. I don't care whether you are Ji Zai or Chen Qiye now. I only know that you are the one I have been waiting for ten years."

As she spoke, Lu Xueqi took off the Qiu Shui Wuhen from her back and handed it to Chen Qiye, signaling him to pull it out.

"Qiu Shui Wuhen, only Chen Qiye can pull it out. Since he left, Qiu Shui Wuhen has automatically sealed the sword. No one can pull it out, not even me, even though he gave the sword to me in the first place."

Ji Zai looked at the Autumn Water Sword that Lu Xueqi handed him, feeling a mixture of emotions. His hand unconsciously raised, wanting to take the sword, but the moment his fingertips touched the hilt, a familiar yet unfamiliar force suddenly surged into his body.

"The world... has me... Chen Qiye. The world... is happy, and I... am also... happy..."

(End of this chapter)