Please Spare My Life, Disciple of the Demon Lord

The two stopped and turned around, and a woman holding a whisk, wearing a light blue robe and with a serious expression walked towards them.

Cang Shuzi recognized the person who came. This person was the head of Fuyunxuan and Mu Qingge's real master. Although he looked a little older, he still had his charm, and his eyes were deep and sharp, as if he could see through everything.

Hermit Xu Yu walked up to Cang Shuzi and Bai Wangshu, stopped, and greeted them.

"I heard that the Sanyuan Sect arrived in Qinghuai City three days ago. Fuyunxuan just entered the city today and went to Wutong Spirit Realm to discuss the matter just now. He didn't have time to pay a visit to Sect Master Cang."

Mr. Xu Yushan explained politely.

Cang Shuzi also responded: "It happened suddenly. If Sanyuan Sect hadn't happened to encounter this incident, they wouldn't have entered the city so early. Sect Leader Xu Yu stopped us to ask about Qingge's recent situation, right?"

Xu Yushan nodded and said, "Yes, Qingge grew up in front of me. Although we have only been apart for two months, it feels like several years. I wonder how she is doing?"

After saying this, Xu Yushanren's eyes revealed deep worry. After receiving the news from Wenhe Academy, she rushed to Qinghuai City as soon as possible.

Cang Shuzi saw her love for her disciple and comforted her, "Master Xu Yu, don't worry. Qingge is very talented. She has understood the true meaning of Sanyuan Jue within two months of joining the sect. Now she has reached the realm of perfection. After this trip to Qinghuai, she will benefit a lot."

Hearing this, Xu Yushan's heart finally settled down, "I have to thank Master Cang for his careful teaching."

When he heard the word "teaching", Cang Shuzi's eyes flashed. It seemed that he, as a master, had not done much for Mu Qingge to be where she is today.

Cang Shuzi smiled self-deprecatingly and asked, "Master Xu Yu, do you want to go see her?"

Hearing this, Xu Yushan shook his head and said, "Forget it. She is a disciple of Sanyuan Sect and has an important mission. She should concentrate on her cultivation. I will not go to see her."

Xu Yushan sighed, and as he spoke, the branches of the sycamore tree above his head suddenly trembled, attracting the attention of the three people.

The disciples of the academy were busy, and several spiritual rays of light flew over the academy. The elders of other sects who had left Wutong Courtyard also stopped where they were, waiting for news from the city.

"It seems that someone has used magic in the city and triggered the formation." Mountain Man Xu Yu figured out the reason.

Several people stood there waiting for a long time. Wutongshu did not stop warning. Cangshuzi's expression also became serious. "It seems that there is more than one person and more than one place."

Cang Shuzi and Xu Yushanren looked at each other.

Half a cup of tea later, the three of them appeared outside the academy.

The unusual movement occurred in the city on the other side of the river, and many academy disciples rushed to the city at this moment.

Seeing that many people had gathered, one of the academy disciples stationed on the shore stepped out to comfort them.

"Don't worry, seniors. It's just a fight between independent cultivators in the city. The academy has already sent people to deal with it." The man who spoke was wearing a snow-white brocade robe. He was in his early twenties, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, a handsome face, and a gentle tone. He looked like a handsome young man and was quite likable.

As soon as he finished speaking, the noisy voices on the other side gradually calmed down, and a spiritual light fell from the other side. It was Miss Ling Ling who greeted them outside the city that day.

"Senior Brother Song, everything has been handled. Senior Brother Nie Han is escorting them over." There was a hint of playfulness under his serious look, and his eyes were shining because he saw the person in front of him.

Jiang Tingwan in her heart looked at the new characters that appeared before her one after another and gradually felt unfamiliar. Although this book was written by her, the current plot and characters have gradually exceeded her original settings.

All along, she may have been wrong about one thing. She regarded Bai Wangshu's death and the demise of Sanyuan Sect as the nodes for discontinuing updates, so she thought that as long as Mu Yunzhong was changed, the subsequent plot could be avoided.

But what if the subsequent plots were all advanced, like the hundreds of immortal families entered Qinghuai City in advance, and like plots other than the trial conference happened in Qinghuai City.

She seemed to have just realized that, as an author, she had actually long passed the point of discontinuing updates.

What is going to happen next may be beyond her expectations.

Because of Wen Bumian, she has lost the initiative.

She didn't even know what kind of person the real Wen Bumian was, nor could she guess with certainty what he would do next.

She deeply realized that the unknown is the real crisis.

Qinghuai City soon returned to peace, and those independent cultivators who were fighting in the city also brought a piece of news - the Zizai Sect was disbanded.

Sect leader Wen Bumian and several elders disappeared, and the disciples fled in all directions after looting the sect's property.

The elixirs made by Wen Bumian himself also became treasures that many independent cultivators fought over.

Wenhe Academy publicly tried several independent cultivators who had just caused a commotion in the city, one of whom was a former member of the Zizai Sect.

After hearing the news, all the immortal sects who had just finished their conference were in an uproar.

Are they disbanding now?

Even Jiang Tingwan and Bai Wangshu were confused.

"What's going on?" Bai Wangshu subconsciously asked Jiang Tingwan after hearing the news.

But Jiang Tingwan was also confused. "I don't know either."

He acted so awesome just now, but now he disbanded the sect in the blink of an eye. What was Wen Bumian thinking?

Jiang Tingwan couldn't figure out Wen Bumian's thoughts, so she could only hope to learn more from this interrogation. Now, she couldn't be careless at all and couldn't say anything that could make her say anything definitive.

Many people gathered in the wide square, and everyone had a different expression.

Just now they regarded Zizaimen as a ferocious tiger, but now they heard the news of its dissolution.

Some disciples of the immortal sect who did not attend the meeting did not know what the Zizai Sect had done, so they just thought they were listening to a story.

But after thinking about it, no matter how much the outside world spreads about Wen Bu Mian's promotion to the lower heaven, it is just a rumor. The way of cultivation lies in oneself, in enlightenment, and in understanding the heart. If you attach too much importance to elixirs, you are putting the cart before the horse, just like building a building in the air, without a foundation, it will fall down when the wind blows.

"Has Zizai Clan really disbanded?"

Seeing the three sects on the steps remain silent, someone in the crowd spoke first, as if expressing doubt.

"I dare not lie." Xiao Xiu, who was kneeling on the ground, looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old. His tender face turned pale with fear, and his whole body was trembling. His teeth chattered when he spoke, and he was terrified.

"Why did you disperse?" the man asked immediately.

The young monk knelt down and faced him, but did not dare to look at the person asking the question, so he could only keep explaining.

"I don't know the specific reason. I am just a small cultivator guarding the alchemy room. If they hadn't rushed into the alchemy room to grab the elixirs, I wouldn't have known that the sect was disbanded..."

It was unclear whether what he said was true or not, but he didn't look like he was lying. For a moment, the person asking the question didn't know what to ask next.

When everyone fell into silence again, Wei Tianqing from Jiuxiao Immortal Pavilion spoke.

"Then why did you appear in Qinghuai City?"

Hearing the question, Xiao Xiu, who was kneeling on the ground, turned around and faced Wei Tianqing.

He trembled and hesitated: "I... I came to Qinghuai City because I knew that this place was under the jurisdiction of Wenhe Academy. I hope to be protected by the academy and not be robbed..."

"Protect?" Upon hearing these two words, Pei Xuanzhi and Wei Tianqing on the steps frowned slightly.