Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

His gaze fell on Chu Ziyu's blood-stained silver hair. Lin Ci'an's Adam's apple rolled, and complex emotions surged in his eyes.

Lin Ci'an said nothing more.

He stood quietly by, like a sheathed sword, all the sharpness and pain hidden beneath his calm appearance.

Only when Chu Ziyu trembled slightly with pain would he suddenly clench his hands behind his back, his nails digging deep into his palms and oozing traces of blood.

Chu Ziyu narrowed his cat-like pupils: "Where's Xiao An?"

"The blackening value is locked at 80%."

6872 suddenly paused, "Strange... He's using the Jingzhe sword to injure himself..."

In the system space, the light screen unfolded, showing the outside world - Lin Ci'an's right hand behind his back was wrapped in purple lightning, his skin and flesh were charred to the bone, but his face remained unchanged.

Chu Ziyu's pupils suddenly shrank: "This idiot..."

When Xuan Xiao's spiritual power formed a protective barrier around Chu Ziyu's heart, Lin Ci'an suddenly said, "Master, I have a request."

His voice was soft, yet filled with a firmness that brooked no refusal: "When Brother wakes up... please don't tell him yet. I already know the truth."

Xuan Xiao raised his eyebrows: "Why?"

“Some debts…”

Lin Ci'an's lips curled up in a bitter arc, "I need to pay it back slowly."

The wind outside the house blew through the newly planted bamboo forest, and the rustling sound masked his unfinished words.

This once high-spirited swordsman stood in the shadows, but his eyes never left the figure, as if he wanted to carve every inch of that person's features into his bones and blood with his eyes.

Soon Chu Ziyu's injuries stabilized.

Xuan Xiao's wide sleeves fluttered, and green spiritual power wrapped around Chu Ziyu like a cocoon.

The fingertips passed through the void, and a crack appeared out of thin air. Inside, there were clouds and mist, and the fairy mountain pavilions were vaguely visible.

"Take him back to the sect."

Xuan Xiao said in a deep voice, his eyes sweeping over Lin Ci'an's bloodstained right hand, "You..."

"Disciple accepts the punishment."

Lin Ci'an knelt down first, resting his forehead on the blood-stained ground, "I only beg Master to allow me to accompany you."

Xuan Xiao stared at him for three breaths, then suddenly swept him up with a flick of his sleeve: "Wait until your senior brother wakes up, and then go and apologize yourself!"

The moment the spatial rift closed, the black cat in the corner of the hut suddenly spoke in human language: "System No. 6872, coordinates confirmed."

It licked its paws, its eyes flashing with the blue light of data streams.

When Xuan Xiao entered the mountain gate holding the unconscious Chu Ziyu, the entire Tianxuan Sword Sect was in an uproar.

"Master Xuanxiao!"

The head of the Discipline Hall stopped at the jade steps, his face livid as he pointed at Chu Ziyu's exposed cat tail, "Do you know what the crime is for bringing back the demon tribe?"

In the battle with the demon clan, the sect suffered heavy casualties.

Many of the disciples' loved ones and fellow disciples were tragically killed by the demons, leaving no trace of their bodies. Those who survived only felt a deep hatred for the demons.

In an instant, sword lights rained down in front of the mountain gate, and disciples from various peaks rushed over after hearing the news.

Someone recognized the jade sword pattern faintly visible in Chu Ziyu's silver hair - that was the mark only possessed by Xuan Xiao's direct disciples.

But how could it be on a monster?

"Could it be... Senior Brother Chu?"

The young disciples looked at each other in bewilderment.

"absurd!"

The law enforcement elder shouted, "Zi Yu was martyred fifty years ago! This is clearly a demon that has taken over another's body!"

The jade sword in Xuan Xiao's sleeve suddenly hummed, and a sword energy swept out, cutting off the voices of discussion.

Xuan Xiao's hair moved without wind: "If I say he is, then he is."

(In the spiritual space)

The light screen showed the scene outside the mountain gate - the young disciples who had been taught swordsmanship by Chu Ziyu were holding up signs that read "Kill the Demon", and the junior sister who had always pestered him to learn talismans was burning the sword manual he left behind.

"interesting."

Chu Ziyu chuckled, his fingertips brushing across Lin Ci'an's tense face in the light curtain, "Xiao'an's hands are shaking."

Lin Ci'an was indeed trembling.

It's not fear, but anger that is suppressed to the extreme.

He stared at the female cultivator who was burning the sword manual - that was the "Commentary on the Mysterious Sword Qi" that his second senior brother had compiled for her after three months of staying up all night.

"If he is really Senior Brother Chu, why did he turn into a demon?"

"If he's not a demon, why doesn't he dare to return to the sect with dignity?"

They need someone to hate, to vent the pain of losing their loved ones, and Chu Ziyu, the former hero, has now become the most suitable target.

“Everyone.”

He suddenly spoke, his voice carrying sword energy that spread throughout the mountain gate, "Do you still remember the changes in the Demon Locking Tower?"

The whole place suddenly fell silent.

That battle killed nearly half of the sect's elite troops.

"If someone hadn't risked their life to protect me back then—" Lin Ci'an suddenly ripped open his shirt, revealing a hideous old wound on his chest, "at least 30% of those present would have died."

Xuan Xiao's eyes moved slightly, and just as he was about to speak, Chu Ziyu in his arms suddenly started coughing violently.

The silver-haired cat demon had woken up at some point and was tugging at his sleeve with its bloody fingertips.

"Master... Reverend..."

Blood foamed from the corners of his lips with every word he spoke, "Disciple...I wish to examine your soul..."