I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

These words sounded so heartbreaking. Fan Zhiyi said, "Let's get out of the city now." The world is truly surreal. He was thinking about taking things slowly in the afternoon, but by nightfall he had no choice but to fight his way out.

Fan Zhiyi asked, "Can we still walk?"

"It's just a minor injury, nothing serious," Bing Nandong replied. Fan Zhiyi then firmly grasped his hand and led him out of the city.

The road to the city gate seemed so long, and the convergence of various spiritual energies illuminated half of the city's sky. Fan Zhiyi carried himself to the city gate and looked at the net that had descended from the sky. Just as he had predicted, these cultivators had indeed made ample preparations.

The leader laughed and said, "We've finally caught you. All this planning wasn't in vain."

Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong were covered in new injuries. Looking at the layers upon layers of entourage, Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but speak sarcastically: "They really think highly of us, making such a big fuss."

The man sneered, "Bing Nandong is worth it, not to mention there's also a Celestial Venerable."

"Heh." Fan Zhiyi sneered, his anger growing. "You'd better keep a close eye on us, otherwise we might run away, and you'll be furious."

"We've made thorough preparations this time, Immortal Venerable, there's no need to worry." He paced back and forth a few times, scrutinizing the two of them as if they were merchandise. "Bing Nandong," he pointed at Bing Nandong, "Ah, sacrificing for the entire cultivation world, leaving a lasting legacy, tsk tsk tsk, such a good opportunity must be seized. Think about it, your death brings forth life, how worthwhile, right? I've long heard of the renowned senior brother of Tianyun Sect, his compassion for the world, how come he's running away at this time? Could it be that all that kindness he showed to everyone before was just an act?"

"Do you want this opportunity?" Fan Zhiyi glared fiercely at the person who kept babbling on and on, thinking that he really talked too much, no wonder he was a villain.

He looked around at his disciples, as well as the ordinary people standing on the outermost layer carrying lanterns and torches.

They were all waiting, waiting for Bing Nandong's death.

Why treat Bing Nandong like this? Why did the author of this book create this kind of setting? Fan Zhiyi really wanted to go straight to the real world, find that idiot author, beat him up, and make him write the best and happiest life for Bing Nandong. This is the life Bing Nandong should live, spending a happy and fulfilling life with his lover, instead of being forced to die!

"We don't even know how much of what Tianyun Sect says is true, yet you're forcing a kind person to die. If what Tianyun Sect says is false, can you really live with yourselves in the dead of night? Aren't you afraid of being haunted by ghosts?" Fan Zhiyi smiled slightly, his sinister gaze adding to the eeriness of the situation.

He stood protectively in front of the silent Bing Nandong, sharing all the malice with him.

"You said it yourself, it's a hypothetical situation. The Ghost Gate has already put us in dire straits. As long as there's a glimmer of hope, no matter the cost, we have to try."

Looking at the people echoing him, Fan Zhiyi, who had just forcibly recovered some spiritual power through his verbal sparring, asked Bai Bai in his mind, "What are the chances of me breaking through the Heavenly Net now?"

"You can do whatever you want, but in doing so, your body will rapidly deteriorate due to the consumption. According to the system's calculations, you will die at noon tomorrow."

"That's enough, that's enough," Fan Zhiyi thought, after all, now is the most crucial moment.

His spiritual power surged, and a halo of light emanated from the ground centered on him. Fan Zhiyi felt something warm emanating from his eyes, nose, and ears, and a metallic taste rose in his throat. His clothes and hair moved without wind, and he gripped Bing Nandong tightly.

"He's going to self-destruct!" someone in the crowd shouted.

Bing Nandong immediately pressed down on his hand and broke free: "Fan Zhiyi, you are not allowed to do this, I can..." Fan Zhiyi turned his head to look at Bing Nandong, and without saying a word, directly pressed his pressure point, then held his hand and instead hugged him in his arms to comfort him, "Don't worry, this is just a decoy, I'm not going to self-destruct."

What if Bing Nandong gets arrested again after he exposes himself? He definitely needs to take advantage of the current time to get Bing Nandong to a safe place as much as possible.

"I do not believe!"

Bing Nandong forbade it. He was trying to manipulate the ghostly energy. Fan Zhiyi said, "If you dare to show it in front of them, I will never see you again. I mean it."

"..."

"Trust me, Nan Dong."

The flash of light was as brilliant as fireworks. After the light went out, all the cultivators collapsed to the ground. Fan Zhiyi could not see clearly. He felt a pain in his meridians that was about to burst. He blinked and still had the mood to make a bitter joke, thinking, "My strength is really terrifying."

At this moment, as the victor, he should make some remarks to appear more impressive, so Fan Zhiyi looked down at the group of defeated opponents and trembling crowd: "Nothing special. If you still want to mess with Bing Nandong, you'll have to step over me first."

"Fan Zhiyi, let's go first," Bing Nandong said.

Fan Zhiyi left with Bing Nandong. One by one, the people knelt down, crying and vying to tell their stories of suffering and misfortune caused by the Ghost Gate. Their expressions were sincere. They kowtowed and prayed in the direction Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong had left. They were willing to give everything for their families and lives. Please, please, let Bing Nandong die for the Ghost Gate.

Fan Zhiyi cast a spell to block Bing Nandong's hearing so that he wouldn't feel uncomfortable hearing it.

Fan Zhiyi only put Bing Nandong down when they reached a place where they could no longer catch up. Now he didn't know where the two of them were. He used his mind to check his current location and the distance between him and Jin Wu, and it seemed that it had been stretched a little more.

Oh, that’s bad.

Fortunately, this place is deep in the mountains and forests, so they won't be discovered so quickly. At least they don't have to be as timid and fearful as they are in the city, constantly moving around.

Unfortunately... Fan Zhiyi only has this one night left.

He touched Bing Nandong's forehead with his hand; it was even hotter, as if Bing Nandong were being roasted alive. The restriction that Fan Zhiyi had placed on him had been lifted, but because of the discomfort, Bing Nandong remained sitting against the tree, panting heavily, without moving.

"It's alright, he'll be fine soon." Seeing how uncomfortable he was, Fan Zhiyi felt anxious. Since he was going to die anyway, Fan Zhiyi asked Bai Bai in his mind, "Can I transfer all my cultivation to Bing Nandong? Would that make him feel better?"

"Host, why did you go to such lengths for Bing Nandong?" Bai Bai asked. He was a system, and he often couldn't understand the host's contradictory statements and actions. He was clearly afraid of pain and death, but occasionally he would act without hesitation.

Fan Zhiyi said solemnly, "Once you understand, you won't be content to be just a system."

Bai Bai: "...Host, are you sure you want to do this?"