After crawling out of the eggshell, I decided to be a salted fish (a lazy person).

When Jian Xiaoling heard them arguing, he quickly stepped in to smooth things over.

"Stop arguing, this is not the time to debate this."

“Junior brother, haven’t you read the records in the library? Mo Shitian is an ominous person. How could someone born into the Feather Clan be dressed in black?”

Faced with his senior brother's interrogation, Jian Xiaoling dared not meet Mo Shan'an's probing gaze. He had indeed read the secret record, and what was written there was the same as what the man had said.

"Is black always unlucky? Are you all so shallow as to judge a person by their color?"

Mo Shan'an could imagine the kind of life the man had lived with his eyes closed, being ridiculed by everyone and regarded as an omen of bad luck, all because of his appearance.

He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes growing colder as he stared at the man in front of him.

"Even if he becomes the Demon Lord, it doesn't change the fact that he was once despised by the Feather Clan. An ominous sign is an ominous sign. I heard that since he has a bloodline, he must be no good either. Birds of a feather."

A bystander chuckled and remarked, "There's a saying, 'Like father, like son.'"

"Heh, you're so protective of Mo Shitian, you wouldn't happen to be a spy sent by the Demon Clan, would you?"

As the man spoke, he didn't forget to reach out and push the little guy in front of him who was talking back to him.

Mo Shan'an staggered back a few steps, staring at the sneering man in front of him. A red light flashed in his eyes, and the smiling face on his mask contrasted sharply with his inner thoughts.

"Second Senior Brother, what are you doing?"

Jian Xiaoling stood in front of the little guy. He knew the man in front of him and how he behaved in the Sword Sect. He often bullied people by relying on his seniority. This was a common occurrence.

"Junior brother, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business. I'm just teaching the newcomers the rules."

The man gave a look to the people next to him, and four or five disciples of the Divine Sword Sect pulled Jian Xiaoling out and surrounded him, preventing him from going forward to help.

"Second Brother, he's still a child, don't do anything rash."

Jian Xiaoling was surrounded and couldn't break free. As their words became increasingly outrageous, he tried to call for his senior brother's help, but his mouth was covered.

"Hmm? Hmm!"

"Junior brother, please don't make things difficult for us. You know what kind of person our second senior brother is."

Jian Yifeng slowly walked up, intending to teach this arrogant brat a lesson and show him what it means to respect one's teacher.

"You'll pay the price for hitting me. Have you thought it through?"

"what?"

"You're just an orphan, no wonder you're so protective of that devil, it's just that you're in the same boat."

He's just a nobody who wasn't even recognized by the Divine Sword Sect, yet he dares to talk to him like that.

If Jian Yifeng hadn't inquired about his background, he would have really thought he was some kind of royal relative.

Beneath the mask, the golden eyes had turned a blood-red hue, slowly losing their pale gold color, and the demonic energy within his body condensed into a ball.

The black mass of the Spirit Suppression Tower seemed to sense the demonic energy on Mo Shan'an and attacked the sword at the top of the tower like a madman.

The sword formation, however, emitted a trembling cry, warning everyone that it was about to collapse.

"They say you bullied me, and they want to kill you."

The cub's tone was like a death knell, and the commotion inside the tower grew louder and louder, causing Jian Yifeng to take a step back in horror.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Where did these come from? I think you've gone mad."

Mo Shan'an heard the hoarse voice in his mind and smiled.

"It's here."

"You are,"

"Click"

Everyone stared at the Spirit Suppression Tower, which was beginning to crack, and were stunned for a few seconds. Could it be that the cub was referring to things inside the tower?

From the broken tower, a thick, black liquid flowed out continuously, emitting an extremely foul and pungent odor.

"not good"

The disciples of the Divine Sword Sect summoned back their swords and warily stared at the dark red mist in the air.

Mo Junlin suddenly appeared behind the black mist and single-handedly forced them back several meters, but a trickle of bright red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Unable to withstand the attack, they retreated back to the ground.

"Big brother"

The disciples of the Divine Sword Sect surrounded the injured Mo Junlin. As the saying goes, with the sect leader absent, the eldest disciple was the most powerful and prestigious among them.

Now that he's injured, everyone's in complete chaos.

But no one noticed a black mist drifting out from the fog. Mo Shan'an noticed it, tilted his head to examine the black mist in front of him, and reached out his small hand to touch it, but was stopped by a voice.

Don't touch it.

Mo Junlin wiped the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth, staring at the "innocent" little guy in front of him with worry in his eyes.

"Come slowly over here."

He gripped his sword tightly. If things went wrong, Mo Junlin wasn't very confident he could save his opponent.

"why?"

Mo Shan'an ignored the man's advice and reached out to touch the black mist in front of him, but nothing happened.

The black mist sensed his familiar aura and rubbed against him several times.

Seeing this, Jian Yifeng quickly moved away from the person in front of him, pointing at him and saying in a trembling voice, "He must be a member of the demon race, quick, kill him quickly."

Mo Shan'an did not react to these words. Instead, the obedient black mist in his hand instantly entered the man's body at a speed that no one could see.

Mo Junlin was too late to stop him. He only saw Jian Yifeng fall to the ground in pain, howling and bleeding from his face as he struggled to grab his body.

Unable to utter a word, he could only scratch his face with his hands, trying to get the things off his body.

"Second senior brother!"

Jian Xiaoling watched as, in the blink of an eye, the vibrant person turned into a dried-up corpse, and a wisp of blood-red mist emerged.

"what"

Seeing this, the other disciples of the Divine Sword Sect all wanted to run away, but the black mist in the distance gave them no chance to escape. The black mist was right behind them, and they could only swing their swords wildly.

"I told you, it was going to kill him, but he didn't believe me? What a pity."

The cub's innocent and naive tone made those who initially didn't believe him grasp at a lifeline.

"Then quickly talk to it and tell it to let us go."

"Yes, tell it quickly."

Unlike the others, Mo Junlin roughly guessed the other party's identity.

"If you can understand its language, how can you make it stop harming innocent people?"

"That's right, An'an, if this continues, the Divine Sword Sect will be destroyed."

Jian Xiaoling didn't know the little guy's identity or the origin of those things. He only knew that if things continued like this, everyone would be in danger.

Why should I help you?

The moment Mo Shan'an came into contact with the black mist, all the scenes of the Divine Sword Sect slaughtering the demons flashed through his mind, followed by a man soaking their corpses in a pool of blood.