Xiao Yifei—he was like a plague god, a venomous serpent. Anyone who got close to him never met a good end. Yet, these people seemed to lose all sense when it came to him, protecting him blindly, as if bewitched!
In his previous life, Jiang Yubai hadn’t understood. But in this one… he no longer cared.
…
As the shouts of condemnation echoed around him, Jiang Yubai ignored them all.
After her initial shock, Ye Yunshang shouted furiously, “You insolent brat!”
But Jiang Yubai merely glanced at the Frostsnow Sword in his hand, his expression calm, not sparing her even a glance.
Immortal Lord Chunhua—Ye Yunshang’s title—had always been lofty and proud. How could she endure such defiance from the very disciple who once obeyed her every word?!
Just as she was about to strike, Jiang Yubai said coolly, “Ye Yunshang, you’d better take a good look at your precious little disciple first.”
Without another word, he turned and walked away.
Ye Yunshang’s expression twisted in disbelief. How dare he call her by name?!
Still, something in his tone made her instinctively turn toward Xiao Yifei—who was now vomiting blood uncontrollably, blood pouring from his mouth as if it cost nothing.
Her face paled instantly. Forget the rebellious disciple—she could no longer care about him now.
Outside the hall, everyone watched as the chief disciple stepped calmly out of the doors. Not one dared to stop him.
What a joke! The Longevity Sect might not be one of the top-tier sects, but Jiang Yubai, as its chief disciple, was still among its strongest!
When gossip was whispered behind his back, they could mock and criticize him all they wanted. But in front of him? No one dared make a move.
He had once been the pride of the sect, the very image of perfection. Yet, ever since his return from the Demonic Cavern, rumors had spread—his temperament had changed.
At first, no one believed them. But now? The man had openly injured his Junior Brother right before their eyes!
Xiao Yifei was beloved by all. Every disciple in the Longevity Sect praised him endlessly.
And now? The chief disciple injured him and refused to admit it!
Even without proof, this act alone was enough to condemn him.
Fear spread through the crowd. One by one, they backed away, afraid of the chief disciple who might be possessed by a demon.
Seeing their fearful and hateful gazes, Jiang Yubai sneered inwardly. He had merely guarded the Demonic Cavern for three years, and now the whole world had changed? How laughable.
In his past life, at this very moment, he hadn’t even known who Xiao Yifei was—yet he had been condemned all the same.
All for a useless man who thrived on stealing luck?
Pathetic.
But this time, everything would be different.
He inhaled deeply, as though drawing every ounce of exhaustion and despair into his heart. When he opened his eyes again, determination flickered in them.
Just as he was about to leave, a surge of killing intent flared behind him—a sharp sword Qi tearing through the air toward his back.
He instantly sidestepped, his figure vanishing from where he stood and reappearing several meters away. Standing still, his cold eyes stared ahead.
Slowly, he turned around, his tone calm and low, his downcast gaze concealing his true emotions. “Mu Xueqi, you really hate me that much, don’t you?”
His voice carried quiet sorrow.
When he raised his eyes, he met Mu Xueqi’s gaze—his expression unreadable, his feelings complicated.
This Junior Sister, whom he had once personally trained and guided… she had struck him with no hesitation, her attack filled with killing intent, devoid of even the faintest trace of affection.
Her sword was sharp and merciless, as if every past bond between them had been erased.
A deep disappointment settled in his chest, and whatever softness had remained within him shattered completely.
Mu Xueqi trembled under that calm, penetrating gaze. Her heart panicked. “No… it’s not like that! Senior Brother, if you just apologize to Junior Brother, everything can still be forgiven. Why are you being so stubborn?”
Her words faltered, full of guilt and confusion.
Jiang Yubai found it laughable. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly. “Stubborn? Heh. Mu Xueqi, if I truly choose to leave today, what will you do?”
His voice was calm but resolute, carrying a weight that shook her heart.
Hearing this, Mu Xueqi’s eyes flickered between hesitation and fury. She gripped her sword tightly, her body trembling. “Senior Brother, you can’t just leave! You must apologize to Junior Brother, or we won’t let you go!”
Her tone was filled with anger and determination.
Hearing the same tiresome words, Jiang Yubai raised an eyebrow. “In that case—come, sword!”
At his command, Frostsnow Sword flew out of its sheath like lightning, landing neatly in his hand. He poured all his spiritual Qi into it.
The sword hummed violently, power rippling through the air as if it would burst from the blade.
The light around him grew blinding, Frostsnow Sword glowing like a star in the heavens.
Then—he swung.
The strike was fierce and unstoppable.
Mu Xueqi froze, overwhelmed by its sheer force. By the time she gathered her spiritual Qi to counter, it was already too late.
The sword Qi hit her head-on, sending her flying several dozen meters before she crashed heavily to the ground.
Blood poured from her lips, her face as pale as snow, her body trembling in agony.
Her wide eyes were filled with disbelief and despair—she couldn’t accept that she’d been so easily defeated by Jiang Yubai.
Jiang Yubai stood before her, cold and expressionless, as if her suffering were nothing.
He moved forward in a flash, appearing before her fallen form. Raising his sword, he pointed the blade at her throat. “Pathetic clown.”
As soon as the words fell, he lifted Frostsnow Sword, ready to pierce her dantian.
“Unfilial disciple! How dare you?!”
Ye Yunshang’s furious voice roared from behind him.
Jiang Yubai instantly leapt away, narrowly avoiding her deadly strike.
He laughed lightly. “Ye Yunshang, after all these years, you’ve made no progress at all.”
Ye Yunshang’s eyes widened in disbelief. He had evaded her attack so easily? Impossible!
How could a disciple who had spent only three years in the Demonic Cavern become this powerful?!
Could it be… what Xiao Yifei said was true?
Had Jiang Yubai truly been possessed by a demon?!
Ye Yunshang’s mind trembled with doubt and fear.