Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

"6872, why is Master here? Didn't the demon tribe hold him back?"

"Boss, the demon tribe has tried their best, but our master's fighting power is amazing, and we can't hold them back any longer."

The incarnation of 6872 went to the demon tribe for a visit and got this result.

The battle between the Immortal Sect and the Demon Clan had just come to an end, and Xuan Xiao had time to look for Lin Ci'an.

In the past year, Lin Ci'an's soul lamp has been very stable, and Xuan Xiao was unable to escape, so he went to look for it.

There was a green lamp hanging on his fingertips - Lin Ci'an's soul lamp was beating violently, guiding the direction, which enabled him to rush over so quickly.

Xuan Xiao's gaze fell on the silver-haired figure in the pool of blood, and his pupils suddenly contracted - the face that looked exactly like his beloved disciple was now as pale as paper, with blood still on the lips.

What shocked him even more was that the jade sword token on his waist that had been silent for fifty years suddenly emitted a dazzling light. It was a sign that the soul retained by the protective sword energy that he had left in Chu Ziyu's body was triggered.

Lin Ci'an knelt in a pool of blood, his knees cut by broken porcelain pieces but he was unaware of the bleeding.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, his fingertips hovering above the hideous penetrating wound on Chu Ziyu's heart, but he was hesitant to touch it - as if as long as he didn't touch it, the wound would not exist, and Xuetuan would be able to open his eyes and smile at him with those amber cat eyes.

“Master…”

His voice was hoarse, as if it had been sandpapered, and he was choking with sobs as if he was on the verge of collapse.

Master Xuanxiao lowered his eyes and looked at him.

The once high-spirited disciple of Xuanxiao Sect was now in such a state of disgrace that he looked unrecognizable. His black hair was scattered messily on his shoulders, and the ends of his hair were stained with clotted blood.

The plain white clothes were stained scarlet, and there were scorch marks on the cuffs from the backlash of the Jingzhe Sword; the face that had always been as cold as jade was now as pale as paper, with an abnormal red at the corners of the eyes, and blood marks on the lips from his own bite.

He was shaking.

Not fear, not anger, but something deeper and more despairing - powerlessness.

He clearly hated Mo Xue, hated him for massacring Qingshan Town, hated him for killing his second senior brother, and hated him for deceiving him for a whole year... But when this man was really about to die in front of him, he felt as if his breathing was strangled.

“Please…”

He kowtowed heavily, and his forehead hit the cold ground with a dull sound.

“Save him…”

His voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, like the last bit of strength squeezed out from the depths of his soul.

He knew that his master would not agree.

The Xuanxiao Sect has strict rules, and the master hates the demon clan the most, not to mention... Xuetuan's hands are stained with the blood of his fellow sect members.

But he still knelt there, begging like a stray dog.

Because he had no other choice.

——He couldn't save him.

This realization was like a blunt knife, slowly cutting into his internal organs.

He is the direct disciple of Xuanxiao Immortal Venerable, the master of Jingzhe Sword, and a genius in cultivation praised by everyone...

But now, he can't even keep the person he loves the most.

Xuan Xiao's eyes swept across the broken cat tail on the ground, then looked at Lin Ci'an's bloodstained hands, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"The Jingzhe Sword..."

He was very familiar with this sword——

The bloodstains remaining on the sword glowed with a strange silver light. That was the unique blood of the nine-life cat demon.

But what shocked Xuan Xiao even more was that there was a familiar smell mixed in the blood...

——It’s Zi Yu’s spiritual power.

He clenched the hilt of the sword so hard that his knuckles turned white.

"Could it be..."

An absurd thought flashed through his mind - in the great battle fifty years ago, when Chu Ziyu's soul was torn apart, was there a wisp of his soul attached to this cat demon?

This would explain why Jingzhe Sword resonated with it, and why Lin Ci'an was so abnormal...

"absurd!"

Xuan Xiao scolded himself in his heart, but only he knew how much he longed for it in his heart.

But when he looked at the dying cat demon on the ground again, he found that the other party's unconscious curled up posture was exactly the same as the habit Chu Ziyu had when he was seriously injured that year.

Even the arc of his frown was accurate.

“Master…”

Lin Ci'an's voice brought him back to reality.

“Get out of the way.”

Xuan Xiao's voice was as cold as the ice in the Arctic.

Lin Ci'an subconsciously thought that his master wanted to kill Chu Ziyu.

He stood guard in front of Chu Ziyu: "Master! He...he is..."

"I don't have a disciple as stupid as you."

A slap sent the man flying.

The medicine jar on the stove was knocked over, and the sound of the pottery breaking was particularly harsh in the dead silence.

Chu Ziyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and more blood flowed from the corners of his lips.

"6872, if I'm exposed later, Master won't blow me away too, will he?"

"It's hard to say, sir. How about we just run away. Otherwise, we might be beaten to death by our master. It's better to die in a dignified way."

Xuan Xiao's face was gloomy, and he gathered a ray of probing spiritual power on his fingertips, piercing directly into Chu Ziyu's brows——

If it is really a possession, the soul must be cracked.

But as soon as the spiritual power touched the spiritual platform, it was gently bounced away by a familiar force.

That is......

Xuan Xiao's hand trembled slightly.

Chu Ziyu's innate sword intent.

Fifty years ago, he personally taught the unique skills to the disciple who always loved to doze off during morning exercises.