Oh my god! I've become the vicious female supporting character's brother.

The highest level of blood corpses usually refined is only the Nascent Soul stage.

Now that this guy has come to them without knowing his own limitations, they naturally won't let him go.

The thought of a blood corpse at the peak of the Divine Transformation Realm is thrilling and exciting.

Yu Xiangwan and Ye Zhen'an watched the confrontation between the two clearly divided sides from a distance.

His palms clenched slightly, and his heart sank.

The noises just now must have been made by those evil cultivators.

Although it looks like the two sides are confronting each other now, anyone with a discerning eye knows.

From the beginning to the end, it was only Jun Che who confronted those evil cultivators.

And those mortals, no matter what, have only one fate at this moment.

That is death.

In the battlefield of the Divine Transformation cultivators, no mortal can survive.

The possibility of Jun Che defeating the hundreds of evil cultivators on the opposite side with his own strength is extremely slim, not to mention that six of those evil cultivators are also in the God Transformation stage.

If Jun Che abandoned them, he could easily get away with his superb cultivation.

Besides, his master is so good to him, and his family is a big family of immortal cultivators in the world, so they must have no shortage of life-saving magic weapons.

Yu Xiangwan looked at Jun Che in the distance, waiting for Jun Che to make a decision.

Should I stay and fight to the death, or... leave?

Now that no one from either side had discovered him and Ye Zhen'an, and Jun Che had left, he and Ye Zhen'an took advantage of the chaos to evacuate.

Jun Che seemed to have thought of the outcome of this battle, and a deep struggle flashed in his eyes.

This time, he couldn't save them.

His power alone is too weak.

If he stayed, he would just be one more person to die in vain.

Moreover, he had just promised Yu Xiangwan that morning that he would put his own safety first.

Do we really have to make unnecessary sacrifices?

Suddenly, he felt a weight on the left side of his robe.

A pair of small hands grabbed the hem of his robe, leaving a faint black handprint on the bright red robe.

The owner of that little hand has a pair of big, bright black eyes.

He raised his head, and his soft and tender childish voice seemed particularly innocent in this dark world. He just spoke in a crisp voice.

"Big brother, don't go..."

Yu Xiangwan, who was hiding in the distance, felt a pang in his heart when he saw this, and his heart fell heavily to the ground.

The child was only about one year old, so he naturally didn't understand what danger was. He also didn't know what his words meant and whether they would affect Jun Che's decision.

He only knew that his mother was crying, and he had to complete the task given to him by his mother and uncles.

The woman behind him stared at Jun Che's facial expression with silent tears in her eyes, not daring to blink.

They were afraid that Jun Che would abandon them.

Everyone was looking at the ignorant child, and Jun Che, who was lowering his head slightly and looking at the child.

They knew that Jun Che had a kind heart, otherwise he would not have used up most of his spiritual power to send them here to avoid the evil cultivators.

Jun Che is their only way.

Even if there is little hope, even if the evil cultivator on the opposite side is powerful, even if there is only one cultivator, Jun Che, on their side.

But if they don’t even have Jun Che, then they can only wait for death.

They just want to live.

The Immortal Master would understand them, right? The Immortal Master was so kind, even if they didn't let the child go to gain sympathy, he would definitely stay.

Jun Che did not pick up the child as usual. His eyes were a little flustered, and he just stared blankly at the small black handprint on the hem of his bright red robe.

So shallow, yet so deep.

After a long moment, his gaze passed over the little boy, and he looked at the weathered faces behind him, seeing the hope in their eyes.

The heart is stagnant.

Yu Xiangwan couldn't see what Jun Che's look meant. There seemed to be light in his eyes, but also seemed to be only darkness.

A very calm look, without any emotion.

Jun Che raised his hand, and the little boy who was still holding the hem of his robe was thrown into the arms of the still crying woman behind him by a stream of spiritual power.

The little boy was still holding his bright red sleeve tightly in his hand.

This was probably the most rude and uncultured thing he had ever done.

In a trance, he remembered his master's words and his master's teachings.

"Acher, the monks are brave enough to be the first in the world. Mortals are weak and often harassed by evil spirits. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, we cannot give up on them."

Jun Che gripped the sword tightly in his hand, feeling as if it weighed a thousand pounds.

He recalled how his master had treated him very well in the past, but his master had never affirmed him.

When he was young, he always wanted to get the Master’s approval, so when others were still playing, he was practicing.

When the others were just ignorant teenagers, the master left his fellow disciples to him and went into seclusion.

So he practiced day and night while guiding his fellow junior brothers and sisters.

Later, he became the respected eldest brother, the chief of the Fufeng Sect, and the number one leader in the world of immortal cultivation...

Unfortunately no matter what he does.

It has been more than a hundred years and has never been obtained.

What he couldn't get when he was young, he still wants when he grows up.

This time, he would not give up on the tens of thousands of people behind him.

Would the master feel, even a little bit, that he was worthy of his teachings and worthy of being his disciple?

Jun Che looked at the evil cultivator opposite him without moving an inch.

As he raised his hand, a huge emerald green protective shield suddenly appeared behind him, covering the frightened crowd and blocking out their low sobs.

Until this moment, he suddenly felt that his master's affirmation did not seem so important.

I heard that only when you truly grow up will you not be obsessed with things you couldn’t get as a child.

Perhaps, it was not until this moment that he truly grew up.

He looked at the crowd of evil cultivators opposite him, his voice was sonorous and firm.

"Let's fight!"

It was like a heavy hammer, hitting Yu Xiangwan and the hearts of the mortals behind him.

The young man took up his sword and stepped into the air, leaping into the crowd of evil cultivators.

The seal-breaking talisman in Yu Xiangwan's hand was wrinkled, and he stared at the young man who jumped into the evil cultivators alone without blinking.

The red dress is so hot that it hurts the eyes.

But he couldn't help, he was only at the foundation-building stage, while the lowest level of those evil cultivators was the golden elixir stage.

Even if you use the seal-releasing talisman, it won't be able to help him, and may even become a burden.

Ye Zhen'an saw the complexity and entanglement in Jun Che's eyes, the calculations of those mortals, and the slightly red look in Yu Xiangwan's eyes.

Yu Xiangwan felt that his hand holding the talisman was gently held by a pair of strong hands, and he couldn't help but look up at Ye Zhenan beside him in surprise.

Ye Zhen'an's eyes were gentle and he spoke softly.

"Changning, if you want to do it, go ahead."

Yes, although he is weak and his cultivation is low, he may not be able to defeat anyone.

But he didn't want to see Jun Che fighting alone.

He also wanted to do his best.

At this moment, he didn't want to think so much, didn't want to think about the people he wanted to see in another world. He just felt sorry for the young man who was willing to fight for a chance of life for those people even though he knew he was being plotted against.

Maybe he was hot-headed or impulsive, but he knew what he was doing.

He turned to look at the bright red figure among the evil cultivators.

He shouldn't be alone.

I miss you so much.