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At midnight.

The backyard of the Demon Cult fell into chaos because their young master was stabbed and fell into a coma.

Yu Tianlan rushed over after hearing the news.

Although he had never valued his trophy son because he had just lost his daughter two years ago, he was still his last bloodline after all.

He couldn't help but come and see.

When he arrived, he heard the doctor say, "The sword wound on the young master's chest is extremely serious. The person who struck the sword was steady, accurate and ruthless. He must be an expert swordsman."

Upon hearing this, Yu Tianlan examined his son's wound and quickly came to a conclusion.

"This is the Sword Sect's unique sword move."

The leader of the Demon Cult looked at his pale-faced son lying on the bed with a sinister look on his face, "What a Sword Sect! How despicable and shameless!"

His son has always been a pretty decoration. He has never left the Demon Sect since he was born, but he still cannot escape the clutches of the righteous.

Killing his daughter wasn't enough, he even spared a useless person with no martial arts skills.

Those decent people are really disgusting!

Yu Qingai slowly opened his eyes at his father's angry voice, his pale lips slightly parted, "Father, I met Shen Zheng."

(In this world, the white elm is called Yu Qing'ai)

Yu Tianlan's cold and proud face showed an expression of disbelief. He said in a cold voice: "He died in my hands a year ago."

Yu Qing'ai propped herself up on the bed and sat up, her clear eyes filled with coldness, "Shen Zheng is not dead, I will never mistake his face."

Although the original owner had never left the Demon Sect, he had seen the portrait of Shen Zheng that his sister had drawn.

Yu Qingwu originally wanted her brother, who seldom went out, to see her lover. However, she didn't expect that the portrait would become a portrait of her enemy.

When Yu Qingwu left the Demon Cult for the last time, she said, "Qing'ai, wait for me at home. I will bring you a swordsman brother-in-law."

But I didn't expect that farewell would become a farewell forever.

Yu Qingwu was never able to return to the Western Regions, nor was she able to bring a brother-in-law home for her younger brother.

She lost her life in the Central Plains.

The Zhongyuan who was so beautiful in her heart cruelly took away her brilliant life.

Yu Tianlan frowned, "So, he actually faked his death to deceive me."

It can be said that Shen Zheng faked his death in order to escape disaster and not to pay with his daughter's life.

But why did Shen Zheng assassinate his son?

His son had no merits other than his face. He was not strong enough in character and his talent was not outstanding enough. It was all thanks to his son that he did not die in the evil cult.

Otherwise this kind of rubbish would have died long ago.

Even in the Western Regions, the presence of this vase son of his is not high, let alone the Central Plains.

What good would it do for Shen Zheng to sneak into the Demon Cult late at night to kill his son other than to anger him?

"I just signed a contract with the decent faction last month. Both sides agreed to a five-year truce and no war. What good will it do them to anger me now?"

Yu Tianlan's brows were knitted together, and his cold face was full of impatience.

"And——how could Shen Zheng still be alive?"

There was no way Shen Zheng would survive after being hit by his Gale Palm.

As a master who has been at the top of the martial arts world for many years, he is very aware of the power of his own palms. It is impossible for Shen Zheng to dodge it.

Shen Zheng was only twenty-five years old and had only formally practiced martial arts for ten years. Even though he was the first disciple of the Sword Sect, there was no way he could avoid his Gale Palm.

"Substitute, black silkworm clothes..." Yu Qing'ai easily stated two possibilities.

The young man's eyes were filled with coldness, "Shen Zheng must still be alive in this world."

"Father, I will kill him with my own hands."

Yu Tianlan's thoughtful expression changed slightly because of Yu Qingai's last sentence, "Just you?"

"You have mediocre talent and a weak body. Now you are seriously injured and bedridden. If you want to kill Shen Zheng, you might as well pray to God for help."

It's not that he looked down on his son. After discovering his daughter's talent in martial arts, he also thought about training his son, but found that his son's aptitude was too poor.

Yu Qing'ai will never be able to practice martial arts in her life.

If it weren't for this reason, he wouldn't have focused on raising his daughter.

Who knew that her daughter would die a violent death?

Yu Tianlan has only a little affection for his son, but he has taught his daughter carefully. If nothing unexpected happens, she will be the future leader of the evil cult.

However, man proposes, God disposes. The daughter he carefully raised could not escape the calculations of the righteous, and died miserably in the fire of the Sword Sect.

Whenever he thought of this, Yu Tianlan became very angry. The bastard who destroyed other people's inheritance was simply not a human being.

Yu Qing'ai pinched her fingertips and said word by word: "I remember that the Demon Cult has a technique called Xuanyin Heart Sutra, which can reverse the root bones of the martial artist and increase the internal strength of the person in a short period of time."

"No!" Yu Tianlan refused.

"With your physical condition, it is absolutely impossible for you to survive by practicing the Xuanyin Heart Sutra."

He collected this martial arts technique in his library, and many followers hoped to use it to achieve success overnight, but no one had ever truly succeeded.

Everyone who tried to practice it ended up going astray and ending up miserably.

Even people with martial arts skills are like this, let alone his son who has no internal strength at all.

Practicing it is tantamount to seeking death!

Yu Qing'ai stared at the other person steadily, "What's the difference between me being alive and dead now?"

"The murderer who killed my sister is still at large, and even sneaked into the Demon Cult and seriously injured me. Does my father want me to pretend not to see it?!"

He chuckled and raised his fingers to touch the wound on his chest that had just been bandaged by the doctor.

"Father thinks that even if I am saved from such a serious injury, how many more years can I live?"

Yu Tianlan glanced at the doctor next to him and quietly asked about his son's condition.

The old doctor said tremblingly: "Master, although the young master has temporarily saved his life, if there is no good way to prolong his life, I am afraid he will not live to be thirty years old."

He was afraid that the leader would not understand, so he suppressed his fear and explained to the gloomy-faced leader.

"Young Master was born weak, and suffered a lot in his childhood. His health has been deteriorating. Although he has tried his best to recuperate over the years, he is still weak. Now he has been stabbed in the chest..."

"It can be considered that the foundation of the heart meridian has been completely damaged!"

He said intermittently: "No matter how good the medicine is, it can only keep the young master alive."

"Without the miraculous doctor's healing touch, the young master would not have lived to be thirty."

After he said that, he collapsed to the ground, his legs shaking, obviously he was extremely frightened.

Yu Tianlan quickly shifted his gaze away from the old doctor who was afraid of him and looked back at his pale, figurehead son.

"I'll give you three days. If you can't get in, just stay here and recuperate."

He said in a hoarse voice: "I will find a good doctor to prolong your life."

"You are the only child left between your mother and me. I will never let you die young again."

He continued with a cold face: "I will seek revenge from Shen Zheng for your sister and your revenge. No one can touch my child and get away with it. Shen Zheng must die!!"

Yu Tianlan himself admitted that he was not a good person. He was used to being self-centered. After he fell in love with Ye Qingqing, he forced her to marry him, causing the gentle and delicate woman to die of postpartum hemorrhage.

After Ye Qingqing's death, he immersed himself in his career and completely ignored his two children. By the time he remembered them again, it was too late.

The daughter is strong and resilient, while the son is weak and thin.

So he took his daughter with him to teach her, and raised his son at home.

But he obviously didn't do a good job as a father.

In the end, the daughter died of a passion murder, and the son was seriously injured and was on the verge of death and would not live past the age of 30.