88 - A Farewell to Mr. Luo

## Chapter 88 The disappearance of the pillar of light prompted a collective sigh of relief among the Senior Patriarch and his group. The spirit stones embedded in the formation had turned to dust. "Hurry up and dismantle the formation." With that order, the group hastily disassembled the teleportation array, leaving it in disarray. Before they could finish, they heard approaching footsteps. With a loud bang, the courtyard door was kicked open. The Senior Patriarch and the elders turned to see a large group of people, cloaked, their faces obscured by dark mist. "Demons!" "Elder Erhuai!" The Senior Patriarch and his group were baffled by Li Erhuai's association with the Demons. "Elder Erhuai, why are you with the Demons?" Li Erhuai frowned at the remnants of the teleportation array on the ground. His hefty figure slowly moved to the front, holding a blood-stained sword. He sneered, "I didn't expect you to be so quick, teleporting the person away behind my back. Seems I can't kill that bastard." His statement shocked the elders, except for Li Zhenshang, who frowned slightly, thinking Li Erhuai indeed had problems. The Senior Patriarch glared at Li Erhuai with trembling hands, accusing, "Ungrateful wretch, wretched child." Li Erhuai resented the Senior Patriarch, shouting, "Calling me a wretch, did you ever see me as your son? To you, only Li Zhenyan mattered. You never cared to glance my way. Even after his death, you wouldn't pass the position of Patriarch to me, but instead brought back that bastard. Now, I aim to destroy this place, erase Qingxu Sect from existence." The Senior Patriarch's face turned crimson with rage, unable to calm his breath. Initially, he thought the Demon attack was Qingxu Sect's inevitable fate. Learning it was his own ungrateful son's doing, he spat blood in anger and sorrow. Li Zhenshang quickly supported the Senior Patriarch, staring at Li Erhuai with a grim expression, "You collude with Demons and slaughter our sect members, yet speak so venomously. Do you think Qingxu Sect has no one to avenge?" Li Erhuai snorted, "As if you are any better than me. Would I have succeeded in killing Li Zhenyan without your involvement?" "Stop spouting nonsense!" Li Zhenshang was enraged. Although he bore some responsibility for Li Zhenyan's death, he had no intent to kill him. It was a tragic coincidence that Li Zhenyan died at Wan Feng Tai. Li Erhuai scoffed, "Wicked intent without the courage to follow through." "You—" "What? Can't handle the truth?" Li Erhuai flicked blood off his sword, then carefully wiped the blade with a cloth. When the sword was clean, he tossed the cloth aside and pointed his sword at the Senior Patriarch. "You're old now, you've worked hard all your life. It's time to rest. Glaring at me is futile; Li Zhenyan won't come back." He shouted to the Demons behind him, "Attack." In an instant, the Demons surged forward, killing the elders on the spot. Using some dark arts, the corpses turned into pools of blood. The remaining Li Zhenshang and the Senior Patriarch were defenseless. Overwhelmed by the onslaught, Li Zhenshang was severely wounded, with his chest mangled and rotting, exposing his ribs. He screamed in agony. The Senior Patriarch stood silently, indifferent, his eyes devoid of emotion for Li Erhuai. With Li Zhenyan dead and the others safely sent away, he had no more desires. As for this ungrateful son, he was as good as non-existent to him. Seeing Li Zhenshang's misery pleased Li Erhuai. He instructed the Demons, "Leave him to die slowly and painfully." Without another glance at Li Zhenshang, whose rot spread until only his head remained, Li Zhenshang cursed, "Li Erhuai, you will die a horrible death." With that, his head turned to black blood. Li Erhuai approached the Senior Patriarch, demanding, "Why won't you look at me? From childhood to now, why couldn't you see me as a son?" The Senior Patriarch stared blankly ahead as a sword pierced his heart. Blood seeped from his mouth, his eyes dimmed, and he slumped to the ground, lifeless. Enraged, Li Erhuai stabbed the already dead body multiple times, until it was riddled with holes. He stepped back, deep breaths calming his frenzy, his clothes drenched in blood. "Let's go." Looking towards the Qingxu Sect's gates, the path was littered with disciples' bodies. Blood flowed down the steps, filling the air with a stench. The once lively Qingxu Sect was desolate. The serene spirit ponds were crimson, and crows called from the treetops. In the North Continent, Bai Fan felt an ominous premonition, her eyelid twitching. Mingzhu, following closely, accidentally bumped into Bai Fan, worried, "Yehe, did I hurt you?" Bai Fan shook her head, "No, just a bad feeling." "A bad feeling?" "Yes." He Yiman looked at the darkened southern sky, "Something must have happened in the South Continent. We should head to Loulan quickly." Mingzhu worried, "Yehe is injured; we can't move fast. If I carry Yehe while flying, we should get there quickly." Bai Fan felt guilty, "I'm holding everyone back." "No problem, I'll carry you." Ignoring Bai Fan's protests, Mingzhu pulled her onto her red cloud, a soft and warm ride, reminiscent of Elder Sun's white cloud. The red cloud sped away, leaving the Jade Bird flapping its wings, losing track due to the high speed. It signaled its location. The Muscle Man, attuned to the Jade Bird, turned to his companions, "We've lost them. They went west." The Soft Man, pondering, squinted, "They must be heading to Loulan. Why switch directions? Something in Loulan must attract them. If they reach Loulan, it'll be harder to act without drawing attention." The Woman with the half mask suggested, "We should intercept them before Loulan." "Let's move." The three transformed into beams of light, vanishing, leaving desolation behind. On the red cloud, Mingzhu asked, "Yehe, do you like the red cloud?" Bai Fan, touched by the softness, nodded. Happy, Mingzhu offered, "I'll give this red cloud to you." Surprised, Bai Fan refused, "No, keep it for yourself." "Yehe, are you rejecting me?" "It's not that. I just don't need it. You should keep it for yourself. We're not that close yet." Mingzhu pouted, "What does it mean to be close then?" Bai Fan was taken aback by Mingzhu's persistence and was at a loss for words. Seeing Bai Fan’s silence, Mingzhu turned to He Yiman and asked, "Is Yehe close with this lady?" "Uh, I've known Miss He for quite some time, so naturally, we're closer than with you, Miss Mingzhu." Bai Fan answered candidly. She had developed a fondness for He Yiman, who didn't seem to mind. To subtly express her feelings, Bai Fan chose her words carefully. However, Mingzhu's reaction was instant; her nose scrunched up in distress as she muttered, "I met Yehe ten thousand years ago. If we're talking about closeness, it should be between me and Yehe." Hearing this, Bai Fan sighed, realizing she had once again overlooked the longstanding history between Mingzhu and Yehe. This ongoing confusion couldn't last forever. Sooner or later, clarity was necessary — she couldn't live perpetually as someone else's substitute. It was no way to live, letting a dead person's shadow dictate her life. With kindness, Bai Fan advised, "Miss Mingzhu, that was ten thousand years ago. Feelings change over time. We can't live solely in the past; we must look toward the future." Mingzhu blinked and earnestly explained, "But ten thousand years ago, I saw our future together, and my feelings for Yehe haven't changed in a millennium. I believe Yehe will remember me one day." ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Ah, it's so late. I overslept and woke up at 2 PM today. 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