Chapter 56: The Heavenly Dao Cannot Be Violated
The street remained bustling with people coming and going, voices clamoring.
The proprietress’s face was unusually flushed as she stared blankly at the air in front of her.
Until the burly man tapped her from behind.
“Wife, packing up to go home now?” A questioning tone.
Only then did the woman snap back to reality, her eyes somewhat dazed…
“Go home?”
The burly man felt his wife was acting strange. He waved his rough hand in front of her face.
“Isn’t that right? Sold out, aren’t we going back?”
These words seemed to suddenly wake her up. The woman’s body relaxed instantly, her expression returning to normal.
“Ah, ah, right, right. Sold out.”
“Got lucky, met a distinguished guest.”
Her tone was normal, exactly like usual, showing no difference.
She even beamed and said to her husband beside her:
“Go, go, go, pack up the stall. What are you standing there for?”
The burly man was slapped hard on the back, urged to go into the shop’s back room, but his expression was still a bit strange.
Why did it feel like his wife had lost her soul…
The Main Hall—
Bai Xuci was no longer on the bed. Instead, he was sitting steadily on a conjured wooden table.
Swinging his feet.
In a very delightful mood.
“Ow.” He took a bite of the bun, puffing his cheeks as he chewed.
His mouth immediately became greasy.
His eyes curved into crescent moons.
After finishing one, Bai Xuci craned his neck to search the table, grabbing a candied hawthorn stick.
He bit one off.
The sweet and sour sensation instantly exploded on the tip of his tongue…
His small face scrunched up.
[What is it?]
Bai Xuci tilted his neck back, swallowing before speaking.
[Too sour…]
[Then don’t—] Trying to dissuade him.
He tilted his head and bit off another one. Small face scrunched up again.
But he still wanted to eat it.
Fan Yue stood at a detached pavilion in the Qingyun Sect, watching expressionlessly as they passed on messages everywhere.
Swords clattered on backs.
Everyone wore looks of horror.
Muttering “It’s over, it’s over, that Devil has come…”
The red in Fan Yue’s eyes deepened, revealing a hint of confusion.
Is this what is called ‘Transcendental and Saintly’?
[Zunshang, when are you coming back?] A very well-behaved inquiry, accompanied by a “burp.”
[…]
Bai Xuci tried very hard to bite off the last candied hawthorn from the stick. Then he placed his hands on the table, propping up his head.
His cheeks puffed in and out.
Because his sleeves were too wide, the white gauze slid down, revealing a section of fair forearm.
[Wait a while.]
Bai Xuci heard this vague answer and frowned.
[How long is that?]
He retorted quickly, his tone quite serious.
Looking like he wasn’t easily fooled.
Fan Yue pondered for a moment, then promised:
[Within two days.]
Only then did Bai Xuci breathe a sigh of relief. Okay, so it was a two-day business trip.
No problem.
[Okay.]
The tips of his ears twitched, seeming to signify compromise.
The Qingyun Sect was in near chaos from top to bottom.
Before the funeral could even conclude, disciples were dying violently. This made everyone panic even more.
Lingyun Hall—
“Shixiong!” A frizzy-haired young man pushed the door open and entered, his tone urgent.
“Something happened to the disciples at the Tongtian Terrace. It seems the Demon Lord has come!”
Xiao Yunhe navigated around rows of candle stands and finally found his Senior Brother. But he found the other sitting on a praying mat.
Currently meditating calmly.
“…”
Xiao Yunhe hesitated, wanted to speak, stopped, then finally knelt obediently in front of his Senior Brother.
“Shixiong, do we really not need to do anything?” His tone was cowardly.
The man in front of him had a peaceful expression, ink-black hair hanging down, seemingly completely unaffected by the outside world.
He slowly opened his eyes.
“A-He, you are making a loud racket again.” His voice was like flowing water, gentle but authoritative.
Xiao Yunhe silenced himself instantly, hanging his head.
Like an abandoned puppy.
Xiao Yunyi rose from the mat and moved to the window beside the candle stands.
Gazing at the scene below.
His ink-black eyes held not a single trace of emotion.
“What does this have to do with you or me?” He spoke faintly.
Then he turned to look at Xiao Yunhe beside him.
“A-He.”
Hearing this, Xiao Yunhe’s head shot up. He shifted his kneeling direction to face his Senior Brother directly.
“But aren’t they fellow disciples of the Qingyun Sect?”
“Why not do anything?”
His tone was quite normal; he completely failed to understand his Senior Brother’s words.
Xiao Yunyi did not get angry upon hearing this. Instead, he looked his Little Junior Brother up and down.
Then the corners of his mouth hooked up.
He opened his mouth to ask: “True enough. As expected of the one I taught.”
Hearing this, Xiao Yunhe instinctively felt he was being praised and hung his head uncomfortably.
“I remembered everything you said, Shixiong. To have a compassionate heart, but towards bad people one cannot…” He spoke to himself, seeming to recall past memories.
“But A-He.” He was interrupted directly.
Xiao Yunyi’s features were naturally gentle. If he smiled, it would certainly give people a feeling like a spring breeze.
But unfortunately, he wasn’t smiling. He just stared.
Neither sad nor happy.
Xiao Yunhe looked up, blinking rapidly, somewhat nervous.
Although he knew Shixiong had this temperament, and he was used to it, today…
He felt inexplicably strange.
His brain involuntarily recalled the rumors he had just heard.
“I raised you to have a kind nature, but simply being generally kind does not imply that Shixiong himself is kind.”
He gave a light laugh.
Xiao Yunhe’s face was blank.
But just then—
“Who is it?”
Xiao Yunyi’s expression changed abruptly. He turned toward the screen not far away, launching a sword strike instantly.
Using one hundred percent of his power.
But this sword energy was blocked lightly, with a very casual movement.
Xiao Yunhe reacted instantly, wanting to get up from the mat.
But before he could move, he was slapped back down by his Senior Brother, blocked completely by his robes.
[A-He, don’t move.] A secret voice transmission came over.
Xiao Yunhe bit his lip. Although he felt stifled, due to his habit of obedience formed since childhood…
He could only kneel obediently.
Fan Yue stood quietly not far away, hands clasped behind his back, watching the scene before him.
Slightly puzzled.
“Why do you protect him? Benzuo does not kill trash.” His tone was very sincere.
Xiao Yunhe: “??”
He felt the voice was somewhat familiar. He wanted to poke his head out from behind Shixiong’s clothes.
But he was shoved back by a palm to the face.
Xiao Yunhe still didn’t manage to see. He just felt a bit confused, then hung his head.
He sniffed his own hand carefully.
Falling into doubt.
Why did Shixiong’s hand smell better than his…
“Why has Your Excellency intruded into the Qingyun Sect today? Presumably, it is not for a visit?” Xiao Yunyi spoke with an unkind tone, his eyes full of ruthlessness.
Fan Yue’s expression was flat. He simply asked:
“You killed Lian Qianzhi ahead of time?”
One stone stirred up a thousand waves.
Xiao Yunhe went stiff all over, unable to believe his ears.
His fingers trembled slightly.
Xiao Yunyi’s eyes changed instantly. He only asked:
“Is Your Excellency the benefactor A-He met?”
He guessed slightly and understood. The Yanyue Fish was lost in Linshan.
A-He’s cultivation was clearly not high; how could he successfully find it and escape so easily?
There must have been something strange.
Fan Yue didn’t try to hide it. Instead, he said openly:
“Yes, Benzuo gave it to him.”
Xiao Yunhe was singled out twice, clearly in a state of extreme shock.
This Devil was the worldly expert he met last time?!
And he came knocking on the door this time?
“Shi… Shixiong—” His voice was very small.
[Have you forgotten everything I taught you?!] Xiao Yunyi’s expression was ugly, and his secret transmission was very aggressive.
Xiao Yunhe instantly dared not speak again.
He clenched his teeth.
Forget it. If a fight breaks out, he would just go protect Shixiong then.
Fan Yue tilted his head slightly, seemingly observing.
Then he walked around casually, looking at the décor of the room.
He frowned slightly.
Do human rooms really have this many things?
The main hall seemed a bit emptier.
Thoughtful.
Xiao Yunyi watched the other’s movements, maintaining vigilance.
His brows were furrowed deeply, completely failing to understand.
Why was the plot all messed up…
Fan Yue observed for a bit and memorized a few items.
If the main hall had more things, maybe he wouldn’t be bored?
Thinking very seriously.
“What exactly is Your Excellency here for?” His tone was impatient. Xiao Yunyi planned to fight with his back to the wall.
A-He was here.
He had to protect him no matter what.
Fan Yue was pulled back from his thoughts. He turned to look, his crimson eyes staring faintly over.
Then he said flatly:
“Benzuo is here to kill you.”
A gust of strong wind blew, accompanied by pressure heavy as a mountain.
Xiao Yunyi spat out a mouthful of blood with a splat, but still forced himself to resist.
His spiritual power was fully mobilized, his entire dantian in a high-pressure state.
Xiao Yunhe stood up in panic, planning to help.
But just then.
Xiao Yunyi waved his sleeve, not hesitating to split off most of his spiritual power to teleport the person behind him directly away.
Dark red blood seeped from his lips again.
Clearly, he couldn’t hold on much longer.
Fan Yue withdrew his hand, looking over leisurely.
“You are too weak.” A very sincere evaluation.
Xiao Yunyi propped himself up with his intrinsic sword to maintain a dignified posture.
“I do not know what grudge I have with the Demon Lord?” He questioned word by word.
Fan Yue thought about it seriously, then answered:
“You and I have no grudge.”
Xiao Yunyi: “…”
He was trembling with anger.
“Then why does the Demon Lord want to kill me?” Xiao Yunyi’s brows were knit tight, completely unable to understand why the villain in the book would appear at this time.
The plot had been wrong from the start.
He swallowed the blood, his eyes becoming ruthless.
So what if it’s a do-over? It won’t change anything.
What he wanted, he always had to fight with his life to get.
A blood feud; he would take revenge one by one.
He absolutely could not die here!
While Fan Yue was thinking how to answer, his eyes suddenly changed, and he dodged sideways.
The sword energy hit nothing.
Fan Yue didn’t relax because of this, for the sword energy had already changed direction, attacking this way again.
Aiming for his vital point.
He raised his hand directly to meet it, crushing that strand of sword energy.
He turned to look.
“You cultivators are actually this despicable?”
Xiao Yunyi: “…”
His life was hanging by a thread; could he still care if it was the conduct of a righteous sect?
Clang.
The intrinsic sword also toppled, falling onto the ground without luster.
Xiao Yunyi’s face was completely ashen, his vitality draining rapidly. Not a trace of spiritual power circulated in his body anymore.
He had taken another hit just now.
With a body of flesh and blood.
Fan Yue walked closer, his face calm.
“You are about to die.”
Xiao Yunyi’s figure was already unstable. If someone pushed him lightly, he would definitely fall over.
“…”
Seeing the other person not making a sound, Fan Yue simply asked:
“This is somewhat slow. How about Benzuo gives you a quick end and sends you on your way?”
Xiao Yunyi barely had a breath left, but he forced out a mouthful of blood.
“Do I… have to thank you… for that?” His sentences were broken, difficult to hear clearly because his mouth was full of blood.
Fan Yue frowned, then said:
“You’re welcome.”
“…”
Xiao Yunyi’s consciousness was no longer clear, muddled and chaotic. The only thing he could feel was a slight breeze.
A fatal blow?
It… it was fine. He got A-He away.
A moment of silence—
“Sure enough, can’t kill him?”
“Indeed, the Heavenly Dao cannot be violated.” A voice cold to the extreme.
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