Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

Xuan Xiao personally lit the "Soul-Tracing Incense". Amidst the smoke, Chu Ziyu's soul was slowly extracted and turned into a hazy shadow, floating in front of the soul mirror.

The mirror surface rippled like water, gradually reflecting the essence of Chu Ziyu's soul - it was clearly a pure and flawless human soul, but with a trace of demonic energy entwined on the surface.

What is even more astonishing is that the Green Lotus Sword Seal taught by Xuan Xiao himself can be clearly seen on the heart of the soul - this is the original mark that cannot be forged by any possession.

"Impossible!" Elder Cao stood up suddenly, "If it's a human soul, why would it..."

Before he finished speaking, the scene in the mirror suddenly switched to the moment when Chu Ziyu's soul dissipated.

The scattered soul did not dissipate, but was wrapped in a silver light - it was the life-saving sword energy that Xuan Xiao had planted in his disciple's body.

The light spot was not completely annihilated, but was wrapped in sword energy and attached to the seriously injured and dying nine-tailed cat demon, falling into a deep sleep.

The images in the mirror flow——

Jump to the depths of the dark river.

In the turbulent underground river, Chu Ziyu held the unconscious Lin Ci'an with one hand and held the rocks at the bottom of the river tightly with the other hand.

Blood continued to flow from the sword wound on his shoulder, spreading into a large scarlet patch in the water.

A pair of huge scarlet eyes lit up in the darkness. The moment the Xuanming Jiao broke out of the water, the entire dark river turned into a violent whirlpool!

"boom!"

The dragon's tail swept across and smashed Chu Ziyu against the rock wall, and the sound of bones breaking could be clearly heard.

He still held on to Lin Ci'an tightly, but in the next moment he watched helplessly as the young man was swept towards the sharp reefs by the rapids.

The silver-haired cat demon looked at the dying Lin Ci'an in his arms, and suddenly tore off one of his cat tails.

As blood gushed out, the severed tail turned into a bright white halo and sank into Lin Ci'an's chest.

The scene jumps to a village hut.

Chu Ziyu, who had degenerated into a kitten, curled up in the haystack with a strip of cloth wrapped around his broken tail.

The old hunter muttered, "This little kitten is so stubborn. Even though it's injured like this, it still clings to the man's collar..."

Lin Ci'an knelt on the ground, the Jingzhe Sword humming in his hand, and the vibration of the sword was almost cutting his palm.

(Is that... my blood?)

The image in the mirror pierced his mind like a sharp knife - he saw himself being swept away by the rapids, his chest pierced by the reef, blood gushing out like a fountain, and his life slipping away rapidly.

And Chu Ziyu...

(He tore off his own tail...)

At that moment, Lin Ci'an's breathing almost stopped.

The cat demon has nine tails, each tail represents one life.

The pain of having his tail severed was like having his heart and bones ripped out. But Chu Ziyu didn't hesitate for a moment. His five fingers formed into claws, forcibly tearing apart his own flesh and blood, handing his life over to him.

(Why?)

He stared at the kitten in the mirror curled up in the haystack - its silver-white fur was stuck with blood, its broken tail was wrapped with a rough cloth, its ears drooped limply, and even its breathing was so weak that it was almost imperceptible.

(That’s… Senior Brother?)

The second disciple of Xuanxiao Sect, who was once so powerful and proud, can no longer even maintain his human form. Like a real stray cat, he weakly huddles in a shabby haystack.

(Because I...)

His heart felt like it was being gripped by an invisible hand, and the pain was so severe that he almost bent over.

(He should have returned to the sect...)

(He should have been protected by his master and respected by his fellow disciples...)

(Instead of... like this...)

Lin Ci'an suddenly remembered that on a rainy night, he saw Xuetuan curled up on the windowsill, staring blankly in the direction of Tianxuan Sword Sect.

At that time, he rubbed the cat's head jokingly: "What? Are you missing home?"

Chu Ziyu just meowed softly, and the tip of his tail unconsciously wrapped around his wrist.

(So... what he had been looking at was...)

(It’s a home I can never go back to.)

“Brother…”

Lin Ci'an squeezed out these two words from his throat, his voice hoarse.

He suddenly clenched the Jingzhe Sword, the sword tip cut his palm, blood dripped down the sword, but he was completely unaware.

(I hurt him...)

(I almost... killed him...)

The scene in the mirror continued - the kitten struggled to stand up, limped to the unconscious Lin Ci'an, rubbed his face gently with its head, and then curled up in the crook of his neck, as if to keep him warm.

(He could have left...)

(He obviously...can just ignore me...)

Regret flooded him like a tide, and his darkening value plummeted wildly.

The current blackening value is 20%.

Instead, there was an almost suffocating pain that spread from the heart to every part of the body.

(What on earth did I do...?)

Lin Ci'an slowly raised his head and looked at Chu Ziyu in the center of the magic circle.

The silver-haired cat demon was still kneeling there quietly, his face as pale as paper. Although the broken tail had healed, the scars could still be seen.

He lowered his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes casting a shadow under his eyes, as if he was indifferent to the scene in the mirror.

But Lin Ci'an knows——

(He remembers.)

(He remembers it all.)

(But never... said a word.)