I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

"I know." Ghostly energy coiled around Fan Zhiyi's body, pressing him and Bing Nandong tightly together, drilling into their bones, cold and stinging.

He couldn't even withstand it with the body of a Celestial Venerable in the past, let alone this crippled body now.

But he couldn't push Bing Nandong away; he just couldn't.

Bing Nandong was rambling on like someone having an emotional breakdown. Fan Zhiyi had never seen Bing Nandong like this before, and could only hold him tenderly in his arms, patting his back and echoing, "I'm here," "I won't leave again," "This time we'll definitely succeed"...

If he could have recalled it sooner, he would have known just how bad Bing Nandong's mental state was after all that had happened.

Fan Zhiyi gently kissed his forehead and intertwined their fingers: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

He tried to comfort his lover, who, after so many upheavals, was unusually vulnerable and helpless.

Bing Nandong was in really bad shape. If he was completely controlled by the ghost energy again, the red rope and binding spell alone would not be enough to restrain him. Fan Zhiyi was about to knock him unconscious with a chop when he heard someone say, "So this is where he is."

Bing Nandong was still knocked unconscious, but by Zhuang Yujing's sword.

Zhuang Yujing sheathed his sword. His striking royal blue brocade robe was torn in several places, half of it bloody and half wounded. His usual right arm was now empty.

"Sect Leader Zhuang, bring out the Immortal Binding Rope." Fan Zhiyi put away the red rope and watched as the Immortal Binding Rope secured Bing Nandong tightly before feeling somewhat relieved.

"So we kept him trapped there for half a day while he was going crazy, and he calmed down a lot as soon as you showed up." Zhuang Yujing's tone was disdainful. Then he directly created a barrier for Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong. "Did Cen Jun bring you here specifically to die? Didn't he tell you that once you step into the gates of hell, you can't do without a barrier?"

"I did tell you, but this lantern can dispel the surrounding ghostly energy." Seeing these old acquaintances again, Fan Zhiyi felt a mix of emotions. "Sect Leader Zhuang, where is your right arm?"

“You…” Zhuang Yujing frowned, probably finding the change in addressing Fan Zhiyi strange. She quickly looked Fan Zhiyi up and down. “That prosthetic arm was worn out by me for so long, and it finally broke down. I threw it away because I thought it was in the way. I’ll find a way to get a new one after we get out.”

Now I have squatted down beside Bing Nandong, placed my hand on his pulse, and chanted scriptures. Each character of the scriptures floated in the air and entered Bing Nandong's body.

Knowing he could only watch anxiously, Fan Zhiyi gave up his seat and walked over to Zhuang Yujing, straightening his arm: "Where's Cen Jun? He also went into the Gate of Hell with me again. Didn't he find you?"

"He doesn't need to worry too much. We all carry magical artifacts that can communicate, so we'll be able to find him eventually. It's just that the Ghost Gate is unpredictable, so it will probably take some time."

Fan Zhiyi sighed: "How's the Ghost Gate situation going?"

Mentioning this, Zhuang Yujing sneered and glanced at Bing Nandong: "Most of the ghosts in the Ghost Gate were originally subdued by us, but now that Bing Nandong has gone mad, he has fueled their arrogance and they've become chaotic again, not to mention the heavenly thunder outside. He's quite capable."

“However,” Zhuang Yujing changed the subject, her smile tinged with pride and cunning, “who cares about the Heavenly Way or the Gate of Hell? At least we’re on the right path. Now we’ll just wait for Bing Nandong to wake up before we discuss anything further.”

“It’s better to guide than to block. Cen Jun has already explained your plan to me. Now, to dispel the ghostly energy and ghostly creatures and prevent the Ghost Gate from becoming saturated and unable to open fully, we still need a valve. Only by controlling it to the right degree can this decision be truly foolproof,” Fan Zhiyi analyzed, his eyes lowered.

Zhuang Yujing didn't speak. They all knew that this powerful family was hard to find and difficult to control. The worst outcome would be that all of them who were there to resolve the chaos at the Ghost Gate would become the powerful family.

However, most of the most capable people in the cultivation world perished here, severely damaging the cultivation world's vitality. It is likely to descend into chaos in the future, and with no one to act as a monitor, who can guarantee that this valve will still be effective and able to control the Ghost Gate a hundred years from now?

“I have a way, maybe we can try,” Fan Zhiyi said.

He had pondered for many lifetimes in order to open up a new path from this dead end, and now he had finally figured it out.

After a few seconds of silence, Zhuang Yujing asked, "What method?"

Just then, Bing Nandong's eyelashes trembled, as if she was about to wake up.

The three were on high alert. Zhuang Yujing even touched his sword again, ready to strike once more. Just as Bing Nandong opened his eyes, Fan Zhiyi swiftly stopped Zhuang Yujing, saying, "Have mercy on him, brave warrior!"

Good heavens, that first knock was incredibly loud, if this blow comes again, Fan Zhiyi suspects it could knock someone out of their mind.

Now I also withdrew my supernatural powers and breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, I found Benefactor Yi, otherwise I would have been helpless." After saying that, he took out a cultivation manual, intending to give it to Bing Nandong, but in the end he handed it to Fan Zhiyi, "In the past ten years or so, I have also been further researching the method of controlling the ghost energy circulating in Nandong's body. Now I have made some progress, and it is all recorded in this manual."

Fan Zhiyi's heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself, "Is Jinwu going to give me some kind of dual cultivation technique again?"

Now I saw through his meaning and smiled: "This is something that Nan Dong can cultivate on his own."

Fan Zhiyi coughed twice tactically, took the rope, and squatted down in front of Bing Nandong: "Let's not untie the rope yet, so that there won't be any accidents later."

Bing Nandong remained silent, so Fan Zhiyi continued, "Bing Nandong, I've thought of a way. Heaven wants you under its control, and it also wants to get rid of the Ghost Gate, this scourge. After being a spectator so many times, it's time to drag it into the water and let it play a role in this play."

"No."

"I haven't even explained the specifics of how to do it yet."

“It just won’t work.” Bing Nandong’s pupils locked onto Fan Zhiyi.

Zhuang Yujing opened his mouth, but his patience was wearing thin from their nagging. However, Jin Wu pulled him back and shook his head at him, so Zhuang Yujing took a deep breath and held back.

Fan Zhiyi feigned anger: "We've all come this far, did you really go into the underworld with the thought that you wouldn't come back?"

"No!" Bing Nandong finally showed some obvious emotion. "You finally agreed to my request, how could I bear to do that?"

“Then listen to me. I’ve said it before, I want us to live, to live together.” Fan Zhiyi smiled at him. “Close your eyes.”

When Bing Nandong refused, Fan Zhiyi reached out and covered his eyes. He knew that tying Bing Nandong up was the best choice, otherwise, how could things be so peaceful? They would have caused a huge uproar.