I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Qin Shuan had completely lost his mind. With his bloodshot eyes wide open, he shouted recklessly, "Bing Nandong, I hate you! I'm going to kill you all! I'm going to kill every single one of you!"

Fan Zhiyi shook his head, becoming slightly more awake. He pounded his head with his hand and then looked at the three people in front of him.

Qin Shuan seemed to have gone mad, glaring at himself with bloodshot eyes. If Bing Nandong hadn't been holding him back, he would have pounced on him almost immediately, baring his teeth and claws: "Fan Zhiyi, it's your fault! If it weren't for you, would I have ended up like this? Die, die! You were clearly dead at the Xue residence, you couldn't possibly still be alive! You're not Fan Zhiyi, you're not Fan Zhiyi! He's been possessed, he's a ghost! You wanted to exorcise the ghost, didn't you? Kill him! Kill him! Hahahaha..." After laughing, Qin Shuan suddenly lost all expression. "You don't know, do you? Fan Zhiyi's blood, Fan Zhiyi..."

Qin Shuan has been silenced. Fan Zhiyi only knows one person who can use this technique.

He looked at Bing Nandong, the boy's lips pressed tightly together, his deep eyes fixed on Qin Shuan: "Qin Shuan, people always have to pay the price for their actions. If you do something wrong, you do something wrong, there are no excuses. As for Fan Zhiyi... although I am not qualified to say this, he has indeed been severely punished for his actions."

Qin Shuan continued to struggle. Fan Zhiyi didn't understand the meaning of Bing Nandong's last sentence, but he knew he had something to do.

He stood up and realized that he had twisted his ankle at some point, and it hurt even when he was standing.

He tapped the barrier, drawing Bing Nandong's attention. Bing Nandong understood his meaning at a glance, opened the barrier, and Fan Zhiyi, limping, picked up his dagger and squatted down in front of Qin Shuan: "Your mental state is quite good. Rather than wasting your own energy, you might as well waste others' energy. After all, it's always others who are wrong. What a coincidence, we're the same kind of people."

Fan Zhiyi smiled, revealing a hint of white teeth to make himself appear malicious, and then drew his dagger: "But you probably don't know this, but the use of this state depends on the person; it won't work for someone like you."

After speaking, Fan Zhiyi looked at Bing Nandong and said, "Please let go of one of his hands."

Bing Nandong did as he was told, and then Fan Zhiyi suddenly pressed Qin Shuan's wrist hard to the ground with a "thud".

Bing Nandong did not stop him, and Lu Changfu did not make any statement. Only Qin Shuan's forehead was covered in cold sweat. He stared at Fan Zhiyi with his eyes full of resentment, almost torturing him with his eyes.

“Qin Shuan, it’s true that I misled them all. I’m not Fan Zhiyi, but what can you do to me? You injured my hand twice, and now I’m returning the favor.” Fan Zhiyi used the tip of his dagger to lightly slice from Qin Shuan’s elbow to the wrist where the most veins were, as if surveying where to stab him. He said in a very light tone, “Let’s just chop off both hands together.”

Having said that, he raised his dagger, striking a very imposing pose.

Qin Shuan tried his best to swing his hand away, but Bing Nandong had his shoulders firmly restrained, so he could only keep making "uh uh uh" sounds.

The moment the dagger fell, Qin Shuan seemed to forget even to struggle.

The dagger grazed his fingers and then plunged deep into the ground between them.

Fan Zhiyi truly wanted to repay Qin Shuan for everything he had done to him, since Qin Shuan genuinely intended to kill him. If it weren't for Bing Nandong, he probably would have been dead long ago.

He never considered himself a good person who could repay evil with good. Moreover, the original owner of this body did die because of Qin Shuan. In this dog-eat-dog world, Fan Zhiyi had very few opportunities to take revenge, but now the opportunity was right in front of him.

Unfortunately, as expected, I still couldn't do it. If he had actually stabbed me, I might have felt good at the moment, but I probably wouldn't have been able to bear it afterward.

If anyone knows you best, it has to be yourself. Fan Zhiyi decided to stop making things difficult for himself, but it seems he actually has the potential to be a saint.

Fan Zhiyi silently mocked himself a few times, then sheathed the dagger: "How about it, Qin Shuan? How does it feel to be threatened? How does it feel to watch yourself become a cripple but be powerless to change anything?" He paused, then said with slight dissatisfaction, "You are a disciple of the Tianyun Sect. I have no need to do anything to you. Let the Tianyun Sect judge your actions."

That's what he said, but Fan Zhiyi felt too cowardly. The next second, he vented his anger by pressing the hilt of the dagger against the back of Qin Shuan's hand, then stood up, hung the dagger back on his waist, clapped his hands, and stared down at Qin Shuan.

Let's leave Qin Shuan's matter here. He has more important things to do now. He needs to rush to another battlefield and give this scoundrel a real social beating.

Fan Zhiyi stood aside, not wanting to hear or see anything more about Qin Shuan, lest he feel upset.

Seeing that Fan Zhiyi had gone far away, Bing Nandong said to Lu Changfu, "I will take him back to Tianyun Sect."

“I’ll go.” Lu Changfu smiled gently. Seeing that Bing Nandong didn’t agree, he knew what Bing Nandong was worried about. “Don’t worry, I’m also your senior brother. I won’t cover up his mistakes. Otherwise, he’ll never realize his errors. I will report everything that happened to the sect leader, including his bullying of fellow disciples and attempted murder. The sect leader will deal with it according to the rules of Tianyun Sect.”

Bing Nandong then looked at Lu Changfu and saw that his longtime friend was still smiling so considerately and speaking so thoughtfully. He frowned and asked, "Changfu, you've been nearby the whole time. Why did you leave Fan Zhiyi unattended?"

"..."

Lu Changfu maintained his smile as he stared at Bing Nandong. Neither of them would back down, and in the end, Lu Changfu gave in and sighed, "No matter what I say, it's no use. Nandong, you already have the answer in your heart."

“Changfu, tell me your reasons.”

“Fan Zhiyi has always been a threat to you. I did think about getting rid of him before, but I don’t think so now because you care about him. If he dies, you will be sad.”

"..."

"How is it? Do you feel like I'm a stranger to you? Nan Dong, you're oversimplifying things. You always think about others, but you should think about yourself." Lu Changfu's voice remained gentle.

What Lu Changfu didn't say was that he did dislike Fan Zhiyi, but he wouldn't completely abandon Fan Zhiyi. He found Qin Shuan and vaguely revealed that they would come here to complete a mission, so Qin Shuan followed.

Lu Changfu's original intention was simple: to test whether this Fan Zhiyi was the same Fan Zhiyi as before. Now he had the answer in his heart. However, before he could make a move when Fan Zhiyi was about to be killed by Qin Shuan, Bing Nandong arrived.