Upon hearing about the incident in Qing Shi City, Leng Yueshuang, without a word, took Lin Luochen and others, and they sped away on their flying boat.
Murong Xichen watched their receding figures, then looked into the distance, his eyes filled with struggle and hesitation.
A moment later, he clenched his fists, steered his flying sword, and continued flying towards Qing Shi City.
Inside Qing Shi City.
The pungent smell of blood permeated the air, citizens scattered in all directions, and cries echoed one after another.
Several shadowy figures, their bodies entwined with black energy, their eyes blood-red, and their fingernails extended like blades, were slaughtering people frantically in the crowd.
Although Murong Dongyue and Xu Zhen worked with the city guards to try and stop them, there were too many people who had fallen to the devil, and they were overwhelmed.
“Uncle, save me!”
Murong Bo’s long sword was knocked away by a devil-possessed individual, and he was about to lose his life to the devil-possessed, scared out of his wits.
“You beast, how dare you!”
Murong Dongyue roared, and his broadsword shot out, transforming into a streak of light that pinned the demonic creature to the wall.
Murong Bo escaped danger, but Murong Dongyue was ambushed by another devil-possessed individual, whose sharp claws, carrying a foul wind, slapped hard on his back.
With a crack, Murong Dongyue spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and his entire body was sent flying like a kite with a broken string.
“U-Uncle!”
Murong Bo was terrified, stumbling and fleeing into the distance, completely disregarding helping out.
The devil-possessed individual used both hands and feet, pouncing on Murong Dongyue like a ghost, its sharp claws aimed directly at his heart.
“Sect Leader Murong!”
Xu Zhen leaped up, his long saber suddenly gleaming with dazzling golden light, and a brilliant saber aura struck down like thunder.
The ambushing demonic creature was split in half, its blood splattering on his face, adding a few more hints of ferocity to him.
But the several devil-possessed individuals around, smelling the blood, swarmed forward like hungry wolves.
Xu Zhen stood with his saber, and said in a deep voice, “Sect Leader Murong, are you alright?”
“I’m not dead yet!”
Murong Dongyue struggled to his feet, drew his long sword, and stood back to back with Xu Zhen, looking at the approaching demonic creatures.
Just as the two were about to fight to the death, a clear, cold female voice descended like a cold spring from the nine heavens.
“You deserve to die!”
In an instant, the bright moonlight, like a celestial river pouring down, enveloped the entire long street.
The devil-possessed individuals seemed to be held down by an invisible giant hand, their bones cracking, and they were forcibly pressed into the bluestone slabs!
In mid-air, Leng Yueshuang, dressed in white, stood gracefully on the flying boat, forming hand seals with her jade-like hands, moonlight swirling around her, like an exiled immortal.
Streaks of bright moonlight descended over Qing Shi City, and all the devil-possessed individuals, powerless to resist, died instantly.
Murong Dongyue said in shock, “This… this is definitely not a method that a Golden Core cultivator can possess…”
Xu Zhen agreed deeply, after all, the Golden Core cultivators they had seen definitely did not have such incredible methods.
Leng Yueshuang, however, ignored them, looking at the continuous cries in the city, a hint of unbearable pain flashed in her eyes.
She performed a spell with her hands, and the bright moonlight enveloped the entire city, quickly healing the wounds on the citizens’ bodies.
Xu Zhen looked at Leng Yueshuang, enveloped in moonlight, and murmured, “Even a fairy is nothing more than this, right?”
If the demonesses of Miaoyin Sect were all like this, no wonder so many leeks rushed forward one after another.
Even Xu Zhen was like this, let alone the ordinary citizens in the city, who had already knelt down and called her a fairy.
Leng Yueshuang, not bothering to show off in front of people, descended gracefully with Lin Luochen and others.
The Murong sisters, seeing the bloodied Murong Dongyue, quickly surrounded him.
“Uncle, are you alright?”
Murong Dongyue said weakly, “I’m fine, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to fight again for a short time.”
Although his external injuries were healed by Leng Yueshuang, his broken bones and internal injuries still needed time to recover.
Leng Yueshuang then looked at Xu Zhen, “City Lord Xu, Sect Leader Murong, what exactly happened?”
Xu Zhen gave a wry smile, “We don’t know what happened either, suddenly many people in the city fell to the devil at the same time.”
“Although we stopped them immediately, we were powerless, and if it weren’t for the fairy’s help, it would have almost caused a great disaster.”
Leng Yueshuang frowned, “No warning signs at all?”
Xu Zhen shook his head, “None!”
Murong Dongyue said breathlessly, “Could it be that Leng Xianzi’s arrival panicked that demonic creature?”
Lin Luochen, on the other hand, suspected that he and the others had discovered something, forcing the Heavenly Devil Saint Body to stop them.
Could the formation really be outside the city?
Just then, a cry of wailing broke out, interrupting his contemplation.
A woman, holding the corpse of a child, knelt at Leng Yueshuang’s feet, kowtowing incessantly.
“Please, fairy, save my son!”
At the same time, more citizens, holding their deceased relatives, surrounded her, each extending a bloody hand.
“Fairy, my wife is still breathing!”
“Fairy, please have mercy and save my mother!”
…
Leng Yueshuang had never seen such a scene and was at a loss for a moment.
Her spell could only heal external injuries; let alone a dead person, she couldn’t even help with missing limbs.
Seeing this, Lin Luochen stepped forward in a flash, his broad back completely shielding Leng Yueshuang.
He unfurled his right hand, and his folding fan opened with a “whoosh,” drawing a sharp arc in front of him.
“My condolences, everyone.”
Lin Luochen’s voice was neither humble nor arrogant, “The dead are gone; even immortals cannot bring them back to life. Do not make things difficult for Leng Xianzi.”
“Bullshit! My wife is clearly still breathing!”
A man with a blood-stained face, his eyes splitting with rage, waved his bloody fist and was about to rush forward.
Lin Luochen’s eyes turned cold, and his folding fan pressed slightly downwards, an invisible surge of energy forcing the man back three steps.
He turned to Xu Zhen, his eyes carrying an undeniable authority.
Only then did Xu Zhen awaken as if from a dream, and he hastily ordered the city guards, “What are you all staring at? Quickly maintain order!”
After the crowd was reluctantly separated by the guards, Lin Luochen turned to Leng Yueshuang, his voice unconsciously softening a few degrees.
“You have done your best. What cannot be saved, you do not need to dwell on or blame yourself for.”
He knew that this woman’s Supreme Emotion-forgetting Art was still far from its peak, and he was worried that this incident would affect her state of mind.
Leng Yueshuang looked at him, unusually gentle, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and she softly hummed in acknowledgment.
“Don’t worry, I know my limits. I am not a saint; I cannot save everyone in the world.”
Just as Lin Luochen felt relieved, he suddenly heard someone in the crowd call out in a high-pitched voice.
“Murong Qiuzhi, look, that’s Murong Qiuzhi!”
Everyone’s gaze instantly fell on Murong Qiuzhi, and they became agitated, cursing her loudly.
“Murong Qiuzhi, so it’s you, the jinx, who’s back again!”
“It must be you who brought back bad luck, killing my wife!”
…
They dared not provoke Leng Yueshuang, but when they saw Murong Qiuzhi, their anger suddenly found an outlet.
“Silence, everyone, silence! Listen to this City Lord say a few words!”
Xu Zhen shouted until his throat was hoarse from the side, but the agitated citizens, knowing his temperament, were emboldened and cursed even more fiercely.
Murong Qiuzhi was being denounced by everyone, lowering her head, at a loss.
“Don’t you dare slander her!”
Murong Xiazhu shielded her younger sister behind her, her almond eyes wide, “It was clearly the demonic creatures causing trouble, what does it have to do with Qiu Zhi?”
“Everyone, calm down, this matter has nothing to do with my niece…”
Murong Dongyue also endured the pain, trying to reason with the enraged crowd.
The more you try to reason with them, the more unreasonable they become.
“She’s the one who brought this disaster!”
“Give me back my wife’s life!”
The widower, a strong man, picked up a stone and was about to throw it at Murong Qiuzhi, but at that moment, a figure moved like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.
With a scream, the strong man’s right arm bent at a strange angle, and the stone slipped from his hand, hitting his foot.
Murong Qiuzhi looked up, her vision blurred by tears, and saw that tall figure blocking in front, an imposing aura emanating from him as his robes fluttered.
Lin Luochen kicked the strong man into the crowd, flicked his sleeve, and his icy gaze swept across the entire scene.
“I can understand your grief over losing your wife, but do not push your luck, or I don’t mind reuniting you with your spouse.”
Those who intended to use this opportunity to vent their anger were all intimidated by Lin Luochen.
Someone bravely said, “Do you know who she is? She’s a jinx, she’s the one who brought bad luck!”
“Exactly, she just came back, and such a thing happened in the city. Maybe she is that demonic creature!”
…
Lin Luochen laughed wryly, “When I try to reason with you properly, you want to use your fists.”
“Now that I’ve used my fists, you want to reason with me? Who’s interested in reasoning with you?”
He opened his folding fan, directly carving several foot-deep marks on the ground, his tone utterly icy.
“In three breaths, scram! Otherwise, don’t blame me for being impolite!”
Those people panicked, looked at Xu Zhen, and quickly said, “City Lord Xu, this kid is unreasonable!”
“One!”
“Fairy, that Murong Qiuzhi really is… Ah!”
Lin Luochen directly fanned the person who spoke flying, and slowly said, “Two!”
Realizing he was serious, those people were scared out of their wits and immediately scattered, fleeing in disarray.
The widower, limping, ran incredibly fast, not even caring about his wife’s corpse.
Xu Zhen quickly said, “Hey, you didn’t take your wife with you…”
But the person had already run off in a flash, so Xu Zhen could only helplessly instruct, “Send her back to him!”
After the citizens scattered, the three figures of Murong Xichen and his sons, who had been hiding behind the crowd, were revealed.
Murong Xichen awkwardly came forward, “Big brother, are you alright?”
Murong Dongyue sighed, and said weakly, “I’m fine, let’s talk about it when we get back!”
He apologized to Xu Zhen, and then, supported by Murong Xichen, walked towards the Murong Residence.
Lin Luochen looked at their retreating figures, shaking his head helplessly.
Each and every one of them has ulterior motives!