As he spoke, Xiao Yifei stood up and prepared to leave. When he reached the doorway, something seemed to occur to him. He turned back to glance at Zhang Meng.
“Oh right, Junior Brother Zhang, if you feel any discomfort in the next few days, remember to inform me or one of the elders immediately.”
With that, Xiao Yifei turned and left, leaving behind a delighted and grateful Zhang Meng.
However, Zhang Meng didn’t notice the strange glint in Xiao Yifei’s eyes just before he left.
The first couple of days after being comforted by Xiao Yifei were fine for Zhang Meng. He was in good spirits, and his condition improved.
But on the third night, a sudden, intense pain struck him. His entire body convulsed uncontrollably.
He rolled on the bed in agony, groaning in pain, trying to cry for help—only to find his voice stuck in his throat, unable to come out.
The next morning, when other disciples came looking for Zhang Meng, they found him already dead on his bed.
His face was pale as a sheet, his eyes wide open, as if he had suffered unbearable torment in his final moments.
By the time they discovered him—
He was well and truly dead.
Among his few friends was Zhao Yuan.
He was deeply disappointed in the temperamental sect master.
Had the sect master not attacked him, Zhang Meng would not have been injured.
And he certainly wouldn’t have died alone, suffering in silence.
At this moment, Zhao Yuan suddenly began to miss the days when the Senior Brother was still in the sect.
Back then, the Senior Brother took care of everything personally, and the sect had been harmonious and peaceful.
Now, he couldn’t help but regret—why hadn’t he spoken up in defense when the Senior Brother was slandered?
Zhang Meng’s death quickly spread through the entire Longevity Sect, stirring a huge commotion.
Many disciples were both shocked and furious.
They believed the sect master had been far too ruthless with an innocent junior disciple…
It was chilling.
When Xiao Yifei heard the news, he even shed a few crocodile tears in front of everyone.
But once back in his residence, he returned to his usual unaffected self.
At the same time, Ye Yunshang received the news of Zhang Meng’s death, her expression unchanged.
Her brows arched as she snapped, “Dead is dead. Just find a random place and bury him. What bad luck…”
The junior disciple who brought the news felt a chill in his heart upon hearing those words from the sect master.
Had completely changed.
…
Elsewhere, Jiang Yubai, having just resolved a minor nuisance—
Was preparing to find a secluded spot to absorb the Dark Flood Dragon’s blood essence.
Unfortunately, Mu Ruohan had been following him the entire time.
Jiang Yubai raised his brow, turned around, and said, “Don’t you care about your Junior Sister anymore?!”
At those words, Mu Ruohan suddenly came to her senses!
She—she—she…
Had actually abandoned her own Junior Sister in the Ten Thousand Ghost Forest because of a man!
Thinking of this, her eyes widened slightly, and her face showed a trace of regret.
Seeing her expression, Jiang Yubai found it a little funny. “Since you’ve remembered, then hurry back and find your Junior Sister.”
His voice was calm, but firm and not to be challenged.
Mu Ruohan’s heart stirred, and she couldn’t help but ask, “Jiang Yubai… will we meet again?”
Her gaze locked tightly onto Jiang Yubai, full of longing and reluctance.
However, Jiang Yubai only gave her a faint glance and answered without hesitation, “Meet again? If fate allows it.”
With those words, he didn’t pause at all—his figure flashed and vanished from where he stood.
Mu Ruohan stood there, stunned, staring at the direction Jiang Yubai had left, her eyes filled with disappointment.
Once again, Jiang Yubai had disappeared before her…
Once again, she was left feeling lost and desolate.
Still, she quickly composed herself and returned to the Ten Thousand Ghost Forest to search for her Junior Sister.
…
At the same time, in the Demonic Sect.
Yun Xiaoxiao sat high on her throne in the main hall, listening to disciples reporting recent events.
A disciple stepped forward and reported, “Holy Saintess, Jiang Yubai was spotted near the Ten Thousand Ghost Forest.”
At those words, Yun Xiaoxiao put down the token she’d been playing with. A flicker of interest flashed in her eyes. “Oh?”
The disciple continued, “It’s said that Jiang Yubai fought a Sword Sect disciple near the forest entrance over Mu Xueqi…”
Yun Xiaoxiao smiled. “Are you saying Jiang Yubai fought over Mu Xueqi?”
The disciple was startled, “Uh… not my words, Saintess. That’s just what everyone’s saying.”
Yun Xiaoxiao lifted her eyes and waved her hand, “You may leave.”
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The disciple respectfully responded and slowly backed away.
After the disciples had retreated, Yun Xiaoxiao continued to toy with the token in her hand, deep in thought.
After a while, she suddenly chuckled softly, as if something amusing had crossed her mind.
At her side, the Left Guardian couldn’t help but ask curiously, “Saintess, what are you laughing about?”
Yun Xiaoxiao smiled lightly and said, “If Jiang Yubai heard these rumors, he’d probably laugh from anger…”
She chuckled again as she said this.
The Left Guardian raised an eyebrow, “Oh? Saintess, do explain?”
Yun Xiaoxiao said, “Jiang Yubai might have had some feelings for Mu Xueqi back then, but now—”
The Left Guardian looked at her, “Why does the Saintess know Jiang Yubai so well?”
Yun Xiaoxiao smiled, “Hmm… does being good-looking count?”
The Left Guardian: “…”
He realized he couldn’t keep up with the Saintess’s thinking at all…
He had watched this young Saintess grow up. Although she loved wearing red robes, she always looked harmless—as long as she didn’t reveal her divine powers.
He had practically raised her like a daughter.
Thinking of this, the Left Guardian nodded, “The Saintess is right. But… this Jiang Yubai is indeed no ordinary man. He dared to fight someone from the Sword Sect. Isn’t he afraid of offending them?”
Yun Xiaoxiao’s lips curled, “If he were afraid, he wouldn’t have acted.”
The Left Guardian thought for a moment. “True. Jiang Yubai wouldn’t make such a move unless he had something to rely on.”
Yun Xiaoxiao looked at the token in her hand. A sharp glint flashed in her eyes. “Rely on? If that Sword Sect disciple had any guts, they wouldn’t have let the matter become public in the first place.”
As she said this, Yun Xiaoxiao stood up and added, “Guardian, I’m going out for a little fun…”
Before she even finished speaking, she was already gone.
The Left Guardian stood there, stunned. “…”
…
Meanwhile, Jiang Yubai—
After much effort, finally found a cave and set up a formation to secure it.
He sat cross-legged and flipped his hand. A jade bottle appeared, and through it, one could see the blood inside still flowing.
Jiang Yubai’s lips curled into a faint smile. “Let’s hope this stuff… gives me a surprise.”
With that, he closed his eyes, sank his consciousness inward, and began circulating his spiritual energy.