Chapter 68 What is Righteousness and Evil (Part 2)

  Upon hearing that call, he also detected the surprise in that familiar voice. Xuan Zhen still hung his head and remained silent, but his body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

  "Hmph, does that kid know you?" The returning evil standing in front of him also heard Xuanyuan's shout and saw the joyful expression on the human's face. He snorted with disdain and coldly laughed, "What, do you want to go down and stand together with those humans? Let's fight again?"

  Xuan Zhen's hands were shaking uncontrollably at this time, and the few strands of hair in front of him swayed gently in the wind, making him look even more desolate. Gui Xie originally wanted to mock him a few more times, but seeing his silent appearance, he snorted and turned his head back again.

  On the ground, those young disciples first saw Gui Xie and also recognized this great general who had always been at the forefront of the crowd of demons, killing many fellow disciples. The face that was originally flushed with anger from recklessly chopping up the demon corpses suddenly changed greatly, the blood-splattered face turned pale and green, mixed with fear and hatred, looking even more distorted.

  When they heard Xuan Teng's shout, the disciples who were standing nearby were stunned and looked back at Gui Xie's body with their heads raised. They were all glared back by Gui Xie, but in that brief moment, they also caught a glimpse of the person behind him. Wasn't it Xuan Zhen, the senior brother of Qiong Hua Sect, whom all the younger generation looked up to?

  Everyone was initially overjoyed, but seeing Xuan Zhen standing still on the spot, seemingly completely unaware of their shouts, some people couldn't help but feel a lot of doubt and whispered: "Brother Xuan Zhen... what's wrong with him?"

  "Yes, how did he end up with...with a monster in one place, it seemed like they just appeared together..."

  "Could it be that you've been bewitched by a demon?"

  "......No way, Big Brother's cultivation is so high, how could he possibly be subdued by a demon?"

  The whispers were initially very low, but later gradually spread out. Xuan Tong also heard a few sentences and his heart was also filled with doubts, he couldn't help but shout loudly again: "Shixiong, you... I previously heard people say that you fell into the enemy's formation, don't know where you went, Xuan Tong was worried sick, now... are you okay?"

  Gui Xie hooked up the corner of his mouth, turned his head to glance at those Qiong Hua disciples, then turned back to look at Xuan Zhen. He casually swung his cloak, hugged his arms and took a few steps aside, his heart full of thoughts of watching a good show. He wanted to see how this so-called human-dream fox hybrid would react!

  However, Xuan Zhen just stood there, his body trembling more and more violently, but his head remained deeply bowed, unable to see his face, and naturally unable to let the people around him see his expression.

  That deafening attitude made Xuán Tīng's doubts grow bigger, he furrowed his brow, took a few steps forward and shouted loudly: "Xuán Zhèn Dà Shī Xiōng, if you are still my Qióng Huá Pài disciple, the first disciple of the true master, then quickly take out your sword and kill this demon, and return with us to report back. If the true master sees that you're safe and sound, he will definitely be very happy!"

  When he mentioned Tai Qing Zhen Ren, Xuan Zhen seemed to be moved as well. His footsteps were slightly stirred, and he unconsciously took a light step forward.

  "Yes, Xuan Tong is right. Eldest Senior Brother, the Master and all the Elders had heard that you lost your trail in the Demon Realm and were deeply grieved. We who heard it also..."

  "Master brother, come over here quickly! That demon is extremely formidable, be careful not to fall under his demonic spell!"

  "Yes, Master Brother, I heard that you used our sect's supreme technique 'Upper Clearness Breaking Clouds Sword' in the demon realm. Then use that technique again on this demon and let him know that our Qinghua Sect is not to be trifled with!"

  It seems that the remaining disciples were also reminded by Xuanyuan's words, and they all shouted out in unison. The faint doubts that had been revealed earlier were gradually dispelled under the fervent enthusiasm. Countless expectant gazes and excited eyes turned towards the figure standing opposite them from afar.

  The long hair that poured down on his shoulders danced lightly in the wind, covering Xuan Zhen's forehead and half of his cheek. The blue-white Taoist robe was stained with bloodstains and dust, but the fluttering sleeves and hem still carried their familiar gentle elegance. Under their gaze, he slowly walked over step by step.

  Xuan Ting and the other disciples watched with joy, their initial fear of Gu Ye's sudden appearance gradually faded, replaced by a fearless mentality.

  "When the Grandmaster kills this demon, he will also bring it to the front of the demon cave. I suppose its deterrent power is even stronger than that of this demon?" A young and tender voice laughed loudly in the crowd.

  Xuan Ting turned his head to look, and it was his younger brother Xuan Yun who had spoken up. The young man spoke with great satisfaction, while carelessly waving the immortal sword in his hand, but he didn't notice that the fluffy ball was splashing crimson droplets everywhere, causing several people around him to frown and dodge.

  A faint sound, and it turned out that Xuan Zhen had already arrived in front of them. However, Xuan Yun still hadn't stopped his hand, a single drop of blood fell, neither biased nor partial, and landed squarely on the pale cheek of that person.

  "Ah, big brother, sorry, sorry......" Xuan Yun was taken aback, and by the time he stopped his hand it was already too late, so he could only apologize repeatedly in a timid manner.

  Xuan Ting couldn't help but widen his eyes, staring at Xuan Yun for a moment before hastily stepping forward to wipe the stain off his senior brother's face with his sleeve. He chuckled and said, "Senior brother, this kid Xuan Yun has always been clumsy, but since he managed to kill the demon today, I'll let him off the hook this one time..."

  The words were left unspoken, yet they came to an abrupt end. Xuan Tong himself was completely unaware of it. In front of him, there was only the face that was close at hand, those eerie eyes that seemed to be congealed with dry blood, and the black hair that revealed a glimpse of crimson red... That was...

  A faint sound of fabric tearing echoed in his ears, yet it seemed to be muffled by a layer of water and fog. However, the chill in his chest was so clear that the intense pain that spread in an instant almost materialized before his eyes. Xuan Tong stared blankly downwards, just in time to see a hand he once knew all too well, now unfamiliar, slowly inserting itself into his own chest like a knife slicing through tofu.

  "Ah——!"

  The young disciple standing behind Xuan Ting couldn't help but scream, his terrified gaze fixed on Xuan Ting's back. The other disciples nearby were initially shocked, and then followed his line of sight to see that the once straight and broad back now seemed to be slightly hunched over, with a patch of blood slowly spreading and expanding, the bright red blood standing out starkly against the snowy white fabric, but what made everyone even more horrified was the pale and slender hand that appeared along with the blood.

  In the midst of successive screams, the hand with fingernails sharp as knives slowly withdrew, and Xuan Tong's body, which had been hanging from his arm, now became like a broken wooden puppet, heavily swaying before toppling over.

  Extreme shock and fear left these young disciples speechless. They stared at the elegant figure in front of them, staring at him calmly examining his hand that had just killed their fellow disciple, they could hardly believe their eyes, their mouths agape, staring blankly at this once revered senior brother.

  "Why... why is it like this..." Finally, someone spoke up, though the voice was hoarse and trembling, barely audible. "Big Brother Master... have you gone mad?!"

  The figure that still hung its head was still trembling, but amidst the gently swaying hair, half of the face exposed a twisted smile.

  "Hmm..."

  A soft laughter came from behind the flying hair. The rotating wind gradually enveloped his figure. In the incredulous gaze of everyone, Xuan Zhen finally slowly raised his head.

  Everyone involuntarily gasped in unison as they suddenly saw the face clearly before their eyes, and some even unconsciously took a few steps back.

  Right before their eyes, the hair that was dancing in the wind gradually accumulated a layer of frost, with a speed visible to the naked eye. The silver hair cascaded down like a waterfall, slowly falling onto her shoulders as the wind came to a gentle stop. Her pale face, which was still embedded among her hair, still retained its gentle and elegant beauty, but her eyes, which were once bright and full of warmth, had lost their luster. Instead, they were filled with deep-seated pain and hatred, like dried-up blood that had congealed into a thick crust, with a purplish tint visible beneath the surface. The dark red birthmark on her forehead seemed to be spreading its branches like a tree, giving off an eerie aura.

  The person in front of him, where is the former famous door and orthodox, Xuanmen Taoist's immortal aura, has clearly become a demonized monster!

  This has become the voice in the hearts of these young disciples present.

  He stood far away, and also clearly saw the scene in front of him with his own eyes. The arms that were originally held in a leisurely manner had unknowingly fallen to his sides, and his eyes stared unblinkingly at the changes in the situation before him. Seeing Xuan Zhen's head full of silver hair, purple-red eyes, and forehead covered with crimson marks similar to those on Yu You, he felt a shock that was probably even more intense than that of the Qionghua disciples.

  Unexpectedly, this little guy is indeed the descendant of the Mengmeng tribe, as said by the elder of the Yanyu tribe, and he has inherited the royal bloodline of the Mengmeng tribe! The Mengmeng tribe can transform into human form, with stronger ones able to display demonic patterns on their faces. The more powerful the demonic pattern, the stronger the individual's power. However, only those with the strongest royal bloodline will have a crimson pattern appear on their forehead. And this little guy, his crimson pattern on his forehead is almost as impressive as that of Elder Yanyu in her prime!

  At this moment, the last bit of doubt in Gui Xie's heart had dissipated, but another thread of confusion rose up. According to Yuanyu Daren, this little guy should be a hybrid of a Qiong demon and a human, with no demonic aura on his body. Yet, right before their eyes was clearly him transforming into a demon under stimulation - what exactly was going on?

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