Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

The Jingzhe Sword fell to the ground with a clang.

The image in the mirror faded, and there was a dead silence on the platform.

Mingyu clutched Xuanxiao's sleeve tightly, her knuckles turning white. "That child...that child..."

Xuan Xiao's jade token cracked with a crack, his black hair moved without wind, and his eyes were filled with rage.

"Cao Minghan!"

He shouted sternly, his voice like thunder, shaking the entire inquiry platform. "So - can this be proved?!"

The elder of discipline turned pale, staggered back two steps, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a word.

Chu Ziyu was still kneeling in the center of the magic circle, his silver hair hanging down, covering the corners of his slightly raised lips.

6872: "...Boss, you win."

Chu Ziyu's spirit stretched lazily: "This is just the beginning. After all, there are many people in the mountain gate who have second thoughts.

After a brief silence, the disciples below the stage suddenly burst into discussion—

"Even if the soul belongs to Senior Brother Chu... he is still a demon after all..."

A young disciple whispered, his eyes flickering.

“Humans and demons have different paths!”

Another disciple echoed sharply, "Even if the soul remains unchanged, the body is no longer ours!"

"But he saved Senior Brother Lin..."

A female cultivator whispered back, "If he hadn't cut off his tail to save us, Senior Brother Lin would have already..."

“Who knows if this is a self-torture tactic?”

The law enforcement disciples of the Discipline Hall sneered, "The demons are very cunning, maybe they just want to sneak into the sect!"

Lin Ci'an raised his head suddenly, bloodshot eyes, and lightning exploded at the feet of the law enforcement disciple.

"enough!"

Xuan Xiao flicked his sleeves, and the rocks next to the Soul Mirror exploded, shattering the rocks and causing everyone to retreat in shock.

The white robe rustled, and the spiritual energy around him was as deep as the ocean, suppressing the entire platform of inquiry into silence.

"I said he was my disciple—" He spoke each word with a voice as cold as ice, "He is!"

Elder Cao said, "Then he should be imprisoned..."

Mingyu sneered, and with a flick of his finger, a pill flew out and hit Elder Cao's forehead accurately, exploding with a "bang" into a ball of green medicinal mist.

Elder Cao's face suddenly turned pale, and he fell to his knees, covering his throat, unable to utter a word.

"If anyone makes irresponsible remarks again——"

Mingyu narrowed her eyes and spoke in a terrifyingly gentle voice, "I don't mind using your tongues as medicine."

Chu Ziyu's fingertips suddenly trembled.

His originally straight back swayed slightly, and the pair of cat ears among his silver hair drooped limply.

The amber pupils gradually blurred, and the long eyelashes trembled slightly like a butterfly with broken wings.

"division......"

His lips parted slightly, but only a breath escaped.

The blood-stained fingertips reached forward in vain, as if trying to grab something, but in the end they only skimmed through the air in vain.

"boom--"

There was a muffled sound.

Amidst everyone's astonished gaze, the figure that had been standing tall finally fell down.

The silver hair spread out on the cold inquiry platform like moonlight, and the ends of the hair were still stained with undried blood.

His face was so pale that it was almost transparent, with only the bloodstain on his lips that was glaringly bright.

"Zi Yu!"

Mingyu was the first to react, his medicine robe fluttering as he rushed forward. His trembling fingers rested on Chu Ziyu's neck, and the pulse he felt was as faint as a candle in the wind.

"The demonic power backfires..."

Mingyu's voice suddenly became sharp. "It's the soul-testing formation that triggered the old injury! Nine-transformation soul-resurrection pill! Yes, Xiaoyu, be good and take it."

Xuan Xiao's figure instantly appeared on the other side.

His hands, which had always been as steady as a rock, were actually shaking slightly at this moment. He ripped open Chu Ziyu's clothes, revealing the hideous sword wound on his heart - which was now emitting an ominous purple-black light.

"The Jingzhe sword energy..." It was terrifyingly heavy, "It's corroding the heart meridians."

Lin Ci'an was struck by lightning.

He staggered and knelt beside Chu Ziyu. The young swordsman's hand was suspended in the air. He wanted to touch but didn't dare. In the end, he just tightly grasped the blood-stained corner of the clothes.