I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Tsk tsk tsk, the provocative undertones in those words are truly astounding. One has to admit, the Tianyun Sect really is shameless; they do despicable things and then drag everyone else down with them to feel better.

"My relationship with him is that of master and disciple, not particularly close. For the sake of the entire cultivation world, a few sacrifices are nothing."

The sect leader found it amusing: "As expected of the Immortal Venerable, the reasons are complicated. We dare not disturb the Immortal Venerable's peace. The Immortal Venerable only needs to know that we are doing this for the good of the cultivation world."

"Okay." Fan Zhiyi was just asking casually. Whether they told him or not wouldn't affect him. After obtaining the antidote, according to the plan, he would take Bing Nandong and Cen Jun and leave Tianyun Gate immediately to Youshan Temple to find Jin Wu to see if he could concoct the antidote.

What if we can't find a match? Should we come back to Tianyun Sect?

Murong Xiao reluctantly handed a porcelain bottle to Fan Zhiyi. Fan Zhiyi unwrapped half of the gauze from his hand, revealing that his fingertips had not yet recovered and were still bone. Murong Xiao looked at Fan Zhiyi's hand with a hint of fear in his eyes.

Fan Zhiyi sneered, opened the porcelain bottle, and saw that there was only one pill inside. He immediately said in an icy tone, "I want all the antidotes."

"Your Excellency is unaware that this medicine is special. The so-called antidote is merely a medicine to alleviate the effects of the poison. There is no cure for this poison."

Fan Zhiyi tightened his grip on the porcelain bottle, and it shattered. The pill fell into his palm. He rarely got truly angry.

The sect leader also saw this. Although it was meant to appease him, the situation had been reversed because of this antidote, and now he held the initiative. He felt more confident: "Immortal Venerable, please don't be angry. This medicine is absolutely genuine. As long as it is taken on time every month, the poison in Bing Nandong's body will be negligible. I guarantee that Bing Nandong will not suffer any pain before going to the Ghost Gate for sealing. As for what the Immortal Venerable said about wanting all the antidotes, due to the rarity of the medicinal materials, only one can be refined each month. It is extremely precious, so the Immortal Venerable should take it carefully."

Fan Zhiyi laughed angrily, a slight smile curving his lips: "Thank you for the reminder, Sect Leader."

"Now that Tianyun Sect has satisfied the Immortal Venerable's wishes, could the Immortal Venerable also show some sincerity to put Tianyun Sect at ease?" The sect leader said, clapping three times. The door of the main hall was pushed open, and Bing Nandong stood tall and elegant, with Lu Changfu standing behind him.

Bing Nandong stared straight at Fan Zhiyi, his eyes surging with anger, sadness and other emotions. Clearly, he had probably heard what Fan Zhiyi had just said.

Bing Nandong walked in step by step, shifting his gaze from Fan Zhiyi to the sect leader, without saying a word.

Murong Xiao said, "How dare you not pay your respects to the sect leader!" As he spoke, he raised his hand to have someone teach Bing Nandong a lesson in manners. Fan Zhiyi glanced at those people, and Lu Changfu immediately waved his hand to stop them.

Fan Zhiyi said, "The sect leader promised that he would not torture Bing Nandong again before he dies."

The sect leader chuckled and looked at Bing Nandong: "Nandong, what did I tell you? Don't easily trust others wholeheartedly. Look at how this is going to end? Everyone is feeling bad. Nandong, don't blame your master. As a Celestial Venerable, he bears heavy responsibilities. Everything he did was out of necessity. Moreover, the Celestial Venerable even came specifically to ask for the antidote for you. You should be grateful."

"You're clearly the most inhuman person here," Fan Zhiyi thought, gaining a new understanding of the shamelessness of the Tianyun Sect leader.

"Heh." Bing Nandong gave a forced smile. "You want the antidote? Thank you for your righteousness, Immortal Venerable."

Fan Zhiyi didn't say anything. From the moment she entered the room, Bing Nandong refused to look at him again.

After a while, Fan Zhiyi said, "Let's go back."

"Wait a minute, a short pain is worse than a long one, what do you think, Immortal Venerable?" the sect leader asked him.

Then, as if it had been planned beforehand, a servant stepped forward carrying a sword. Fan Zhiyi coldly glanced at the sword. He understood the sect leader's meaning: he was afraid that if Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong came to blows, the two of them might join forces and harm the Tianyun Sect. So, he simply wanted to ensure that there was no possibility of their relationship returning to what it once was. The sect leader wanted him to stab Bing Nandong with his sword, to show that he would not hold back and to make Bing Nandong hate him.

Fan Zhiyi gripped his sword, and with a flick of his wrist, the sharp sword energy wasn't aimed at Bing Nandong. Instead, it forced everyone present back several steps. The pressure of a powerful cultivator descended, and everyone present except Bing Nandong had to endure it.

The sect leader gripped the armrests of his chair tightly, a thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead, as he forced himself to remain composed.

Fan Zhiyi continued to intensify his oppressive aura, and Murong Xiao and everyone present couldn't withstand it and knelt down with a "plop." Fan Zhiyi raised his eyes and looked at the person in the chair: "I said that he can die, and I can agree to the sect leader's request, but I cannot hurt him. Has the sect leader forgotten that my title of Immortal Venerable is not just empty words?"

The leaves outside rustled in the wind, dark clouds loomed overhead, and the sky quickly darkened.

Fan Zhiyi tossed aside his sword, then grabbed Bing Nandong's arm and dragged him away.

He walked with a brisk pace, without turning back. Turning back would give him away; he was unaware of how powerful he was when he unleashed his full strength. He had been utterly humiliated back at that place, the boundary between Yin and Yang, the domain of the Fusang God. Just now, he really wanted to give those people a good beating, especially that sect leader and Murong Xiao. They were utterly inhuman, killing and sowing discord among their own sect members—such despicable behavior! Bing Nan Dong must have had the worst luck in eight lifetimes to have encountered them.

As Fan Zhiyi and the others left the main hall, the oppressive feeling dissipated considerably. Murong Xiao felt he could breathe again and immediately staggered to his feet. He was furious but helpless, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became, to the point of losing his mind. He staggered towards the door, but the sect leader's cold voice stopped him: "Where are you going?"

"Father, I will make them pay the price! I will immediately order men to surround and wipe them out!"

"Useless trash!" The sect leader slammed his hand on the armrest and stood up. In his fury, the sect leader's oppressive aura instantly pinned Murong Xiao to the ground, rendering him unable to move. The servants and disciples lowered their heads, not daring to move. "Trash, all of you are trash!"

“Father, please don’t be angry. It seems that this Immortal Venerable is nothing but a hypocrite. If he truly cared for all living beings, he could have gone to the Ghost Gate himself to offer sacrifices. But he agreed to our plan, giving us the opportunity to carry it out. In any case, the restrictions and poisons on Bing Nandong’s body prevent him from breaking free of control. Everything is under Father’s control.”

The sect leader's expression did not improve after hearing this. Murong Xiao was about to say something more flattering when the sect leader said, "This Immortal Venerable is still a variable. Let's find a way to kill him after he has fully unleashed Bing Nandong's spiritual power."

"Yes, yes, Father is wise. I will do this task and will not disappoint you."

"No." The sect leader looked down at the crowd with their heads bowed, and suddenly revealed a meaningful smile. "Changfu, I'm entrusting this matter to you. You won't disappoint me, will you?"

Given his cultivation and cunning, sending him to kill a Celestial Venerable would be tantamount to sending him to his death in exchange for it. Lu Changfu maintained his usual smile and composure, bowing respectfully: "Disciple obeys."