[Is the demon lord finally leaving???]
[When Zhu Yan appears here, the Cloud Scripture Sect will soon be in chaos. It's going to be quite troublesome.]
[Gu Jiang: As long as I run fast enough, trouble can't catch up with me. That's definitely his style.]
[Actually, I really wanted to see them fight. How can he just leave like that?]
[Zhu Yan's combat ability isn't that great, right? After all, he's more of a behind-the-scenes instigator?]
From the bullet comments, Nie Yinzhi guessed that the "unpleasant aura" Gu Jiang mentioned must be referring to Zhu Yan.
Using her appearance to curry favor with Xiao Ling - he must be out of his mind.
Nie Yinzhi wasn't curious at all about what relationship or entanglement existed between Zhu Yan and Xiao Ling.
If what the bullet comments said was true, wherever Zhu Yan appears, chaos follows. The Cloud Scripture Sect would soon descend into disorder, with people affected by Zhu Yan's aura becoming irritable and angry. They might become the target of everyone's emotional outbursts, the focus of public anger.
They should indeed run away quickly.
When Gu Jiang said he wanted to leave, Nie Yinzhi hurriedly said, "Wait, could you give me a moment? I haven't packed my things yet."
"There's no rush. We can leave after you're done packing." Gu Jiang sat back down on the courtyard couch, showing no signs of urgency, being quite understanding.
"I'll be quick." Having been confined for so long, Nie Yinzhi wished she could sprout wings and fly away. Now that Gu Jiang was finally willing to leave, she didn't want to waste a single moment. She turned back to her room and began rummaging through her belongings with a clatter.
At times like this, she particularly missed Ah Huan and Cheng Bi.
Gu Jiang reclined on the couch, watching her shadow through the carved window. Nie Yinzhi was like a busy butterfly, dancing in the candlelight, first stuffing her several large wardrobes full of dresses into her spatial storage ring, then the ornaments from the treasure shelf... basically, she was trying to stuff everything into the storage ring.
He watched as Nie Yinzhi seemed determined to pack up the entire Pill-Forming Peak.
Nie Yinzhi had previously smashed her dressing table, destroying more than half of her jewelry and cosmetics, though what remained was still considerable.
She had lived on Pill-Forming Peak for five years, treating it as another home. There were too many things she wanted to take with her, not wanting to leave behind a single item that belonged to her.
The storage ring couldn't hold everything. Nie Yinzhi grew tired from packing and leaned against the window to rest for a moment, looking at the person lounging leisurely in the courtyard, very much wanting him to help.
Thinking it would be too direct to ask outright, Nie Yinzhi chose to hint: "Gu Jiang, don't you have anything you want to pack?"
Gu Jiang thought for a moment, "You."
Nie Yinzhi: "..."
[Oh my dear family, look what I just heard, the demon lord actually uses cheesy pickup lines.]
[God, Nie Yinzhi has so many dresses, I want to steal them all, wuwuwu give them to me!]
[I guess by the time Nie Yinzhi finishes packing, it'll be dawn]
Regarding Gu Jiang's implication that she wasn't human, Nie Yinzhi chose to swallow her pride and asked in a voice as sweet as honey, "If you don't have anything to pack, could you help me pack?"
The two gazed at each other across half a courtyard, and Nie Yinzhi read "what a hassle" in those dark eyes. She secretly pouted; indeed, getting the demon lord to do anything was harder than ascending to heaven.
After cutting off the mountaintop, Gu Jiang raised his deadly sword again, aimed at the howling barrier overhead, and delivered several slashes. Each slash carried overwhelming demonic energy, colliding with the demon-sealing runes, the black qi with its bloody light completely devouring the demon-sealing marks.
That inverted great cauldron had no resistance at all and cracked.
The opposing forces' violent winds poured down from above, and under the pressure, Nie Yinzhi felt her internal organs turning to mush. She weakly lay against Gu Jiang's ear and said, "Brother, I'm dying."
Only then did Gu Jiang realize that the person in his arms was a Golden Core cultivator who could be crushed with a finger. He glanced down at her.
The pressure on Nie Yinzhi suddenly lightened, and she could breathe normally again.
Gu Jiang broke through the demon-sealing cauldron and strolled across the No Spirit Realm as if taking a casual walk. These layers of barriers that had confined them for over a month were like paper to him.
Nie Yinzhi's expression twisted as the demon lord's previous words kept echoing in her ears: "This barrier is indeed formidable... indeed formidable... formidable..."
The commotion from Pill-Forming Peak was like a firecracker thrown into a fire, putting everyone on high alert, as if facing a great enemy.
High-level cultivators from various sects surrounded Pill-Forming Peak on all sides, ready for battle. When the barriers of Pill-Forming Peak began to fluctuate, the various elders had already reached a consensus.
Gu Jiang did not perish in Heaven's Punishment, and after staying hidden for so many years, if he truly intended to destroy the cultivation world, he would have acted long ago. Moreover, based on their recent observations of Pill-Forming Peak, everyone unanimously believed that the demon lord would not be eager to initiate conflict.
The cultivation world had not yet recovered from the last great war, and it was not the right time to provoke another conflict. Most importantly, seeing how Gu Jiang cut through barriers like tofu, they might not be able to defeat him even if they combined their forces.
After analyzing the pros and cons, the leaders of the righteous sects decided to first pursue peaceful negotiations and take a defensive stance, choosing diplomacy before force.
Therefore, when all the barriers on Pill-Forming Peak collapsed, the sect leaders stationed at the forefront did not make a move.
Everyone held their breath, waiting for Pill-Forming Peak to reveal itself.
Among the star-lit buildings of the Cloud Scripture Sect, a resigned whisper emerged from somewhere: "As disciples of the righteous path, it is our duty to eliminate demons and subdue evil. We swear to kill the demon lord and the demon woman, to maintain peace in the world."
This whisper spread like wildfire, reaching everyone's ears. Each person present, with every response, pushed this flame of determination higher.
When this sentiment reached the ears of the powerful cultivators at Pill-Forming Peak, everyone's hearts skipped a beat simultaneously.
"This is not good."
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The three supreme elders of the Cloud Scripture Sect were in a frenzy. The sect members were restless, with an atmosphere like oil about to ignite permeating every corner of the Cloud Scripture Sect. Just one spark would be enough to set everything ablaze.
Before they could quell the restless energy within the Cloud Scripture Sect, tonight, that spark had already ignited the fire.
At this moment, the medical pavilion's peach garden remained peaceful, even more so than usual. Zhu Yan, wearing Nie Yinzhi's face, smiled while touching her lips, "The younger generation is still pure-blooded and easily ignited, unlike those old turtles whose defensive walls are thicker than city walls. The higher their cultivation, the weaker their backbone, actually wanting to negotiate with the demon lord."
She took a deep breath, anticipating the coming bloodbath, and turned to the other person with confusion: "Xiao Ling, those who betrayed you will all die. You should be happy."
"When Nie Yinzhi summoned the demon lord, she didn't show as much mercy as you do." Zhu Yan grabbed her chin, "Didn't you want to live freely and passionately like her?"
Xiao Ling frowned, observing through the little white bird's vision the face that resembled her own, and slowly nodded.
She needed to learn to be more selfish and not care too much about others. Good and evil were never meant to coexist.
"How about letting your beloved Junior Brother Meng lead the charge?" Zhu Yan clicked her tongue, "It's a pity Sang Wumian died so casually, with even his soul scattered. We can't even raise him to whip his corpse."
Xiao Ling said unhappily: "Zhu Yan."
"Alright, I won't speak of him."