After Being Preached by my Senior Martial Brother

Feng Xuan was once again stunned by his silky smooth combo.

Could the thickness of the big devil’s skin really be related to his cultivation level? The kind where the higher the cultivation, the thicker the skin?

Moreover, what exactly did he have that he could even say that he would ruin his own reputation?

He should ask his own conscience, what kind of reputation does this big devil, who plucks feathers from passing geese and kills people along with their eighteen generations of ancestors, still have?

But upon careful thought, he realized that Qi Zhuoyu still had a righteous senior brother persona.

Feng Xuan suddenly had no reason to refute.

Qi Zhuoyu pursued his victory. “What? Feeling guilty now?”

Who was feeling guilty?

Feng Xuan was about to retort, but when he turned his head and saw Qi Zhuoyu’s appearance, the words he was about to say got stuck in his throat.

He hadn’t paid close attention to Qi Zhuoyu’s expression just now. Now that he saw it, he felt somewhat inexplicably blocked in his heart.

He hadn’t seen the big devil for a while, and his complexion was not good.

If his skin was quite pale on a regular basis, it could now be described as completely bloodless.

Not only that, there were two very obvious shadows under his eyes, indicating that he hadn’t been resting well.

Although Qi Zhuoyu was reticent during his time in the Misty Immortal Mansion, he would occasionally talk and laugh in front of everyone to maintain his precarious righteous persona.

Now he neither laughed nor spoke, displaying an attitude of “Yes, I’m silently preparing for a big event”, which was gloomy and unlike him.

He already looked quite like a villain, but now that he saw this appearance, he looked even more like a big villain.

Qi Zhuoyu indeed looked tired. Feng Xuan didn’t pick up his words, and he surprisingly didn’t continue to argue.

Instead, he directly occupied the cot under the wutong tree where Feng Xuan usually took his afternoon nap and lay down to rest.

Qi Zhuoyu actually rested very little, but Feng Xuan felt that his rest times had been increasing recently.

He had looked at the Book of Fate, and it only mentioned that Qi Zhuoyu had one month left to defect and escape from the Misty Immortal Mansion. Seeing him return home so tired, could he have been secretly cultivating ten times as hard outside?

The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed. After all, once he defected and escaped, he would be hunted down by the entire cultivation world. Without some super strong cultivation, he probably wouldn’t survive.

Feng Xuan found himself feeling a bit depressed.

In his heart, the big devil was always capable of handling anything.

Even when playing some role-playing game, he managed to spin the entire cultivation world around.

Qi Zhuoyu had worked so hard to imitate the character of King Duan, earning some shallow admiration and concern.

But in a single night, everything fell apart, and he was abandoned by everyone, as if he had returned to his childhood when no one cared about him, and he was even treated with contempt.

Although he knew that the big devil probably didn’t care about these cheap feelings at all.

But Feng Xuan felt that he still cared quite a bit for Qi Zhuoyu.

He just couldn’t accept the ending that the Book of Fate had given to Qi Zhuoyu.

Feng Xuan hesitated for a moment, then slowly walked over to Qi Zhuoyu and sat down.

His salted fish was usually grabbed by Qi Zhuoyu to knead and suck on, and there were very few times when he took the initiative to come to his side.

So Qi Zhuoyu opened one eye to look at him.

Feng Xuan tentatively spoke up. “Senior brother. I feel like you’ve been hiding something from me lately.”

He was just making a casual remark, after all, Qi Zhuoyu never told him when he was up to something outside.

To actively ask the big devil, and even eager to participate, was a first.

After all, in the matter of killing his wife to achieve enlightenment, he did have a part to play!

It was quite normal for him to care a little about what the big devil was up to, right?

That’s right.

It was definitely not because he was worried that Qi Zhuoyu would ruin his own body!

After Feng Xuan asked, he didn’t really think he would get an answer from Qi Zhuoyu.

“Hmm.” But Qi Zhuoyu admitted it very openly, with a frank and righteous look, and calmly said, “I’ve said it before, I want to kill everyone in the Misty Immortal Mansion.”

…….

……

After he finished speaking, the air was quiet for a long time.

Feng Xuan felt his brain suddenly couldn’t keep up.

Wait a minute.

Why would such a terrifying thing be said in such a calm tone as if saying “Ah, the weather is really nice today”?

Shouldn’t such a treacherous plot be carried out secretly, is it really okay for you to just tell me like this?!

Perhaps Feng Xuan’s inner turmoil was too intense.

Qi Zhuoyu’s sometimes online, sometimes offline mind-reading skill seemed to come online, giving him a “What can you do if I tell you?” look.

Although the big devil didn’t say anything.

But Feng Xuan still felt that his strength was being looked down upon.

Was he so confident that he wouldn’t betray him?

Be careful, he might go to the Langhua Hall and secretly report you, the big villain, to the sect leader!

Qi Zhuoyu didn’t care at all, as if he was even looking forward to Feng Xuan reporting him.

He showed a smile that was both neurotic and damn handsome, and why could he maintain his facial expression management even when he was laughing out loud, making Feng Xuan suspect that this man was using a beauty trap!

Although he had already seen in the Book of Fate that Qi Zhuoyu would later cause a huge upheaval in the Misty Immortal Mansion.

But when he really heard this decision from his mouth, Feng Xuan was still a bit shocked.

Then he suddenly came back to his senses, caught a loophole, and hesitated: “Senior Brother. When did you say before that you wanted to kill everyone in the Misty Immortal Mansion?”

Qi Zhuoyu pondered for a second, then slowly said, “Just now.”

………

Thank you, big devil.

So this earth-shattering decision was just thought up by you?!

Feng Xuan was really fed up with this lunatic, he felt that he would never be able to guess what he was thinking.

When he was silent, Qi Zhuoyu suddenly asked him again, “What are you thinking?”

He really loved to ask him what he was thinking, even though he had the ability to read minds, why did he have to make him say it out loud?

Was he afraid that he would read something he didn’t want to hear?

“Thinking about how many people there are in the Misty Immortal Mansion, can you really kill them all?” Feng Xuan also habitually answered honestly, after all, lying was useless.

Who knew that Qi Zhuoyu’s expression froze for a moment, he looked at him a bit strangely, then laughed, “I thought you would stop me.”

Oh.

So in the big devil’s heart, he was actually a “whining” Virgin Mary little white lotus male lead?

But he did kind of want to stop him. “Senior Brother, I think. Why don’t you just kill those cultivators who offended your mother and you back then, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth?”

Feng Xuan wasn’t pleading for others, he just vaguely felt that Qi Zhuoyu was walking a bloody path of no return.

Qi Zhuoyu said, “The cultivators who offended me back then, I don’t even know who they are anymore, do I have to go find them one by one? Isn’t it easier to just kill them all?”

Good. Truly worthy of you.

This typical villainous mentality of rather killing a thousand by mistake than letting one go, Feng Xuan couldn’t find a reason to refute.

“Are you scared?” Qi Zhuoyu suddenly asked again.

This time, he didn’t wait for Feng Xuan to return, but spoke confidently and arrogantly, “Don’t worry, this is between me and the Misty Immortal Mansion. I’ve said that I won’t let you die, so you won’t die, what are you afraid of?”

Looking at his arrogant appearance, he really didn’t know how shocked he would be when he saw himself dead.

Haha, didn’t expect that, did you? The one who killed this god was you.

He really wanted to laugh in his heart, but he couldn’t laugh at this moment.

Qi Zhuoyu was extremely tired, his expression weary as he closed his eyes.

Feng Xuan took a look at him and found that he was really asleep.

When he closed his eyes, Qi Zhuoyu’s somewhat sharp beauty was greatly diminished.

Only his furrowed brows remained, never relaxing even in his dreams. Feng Xuan stared at him for a while, then silently took out the Nightmare Beast from his small bag.

The Nightmare Beast looked at him and understood instantly.

Feng Xuan didn’t know what he was thinking, and whispered, “This time, don’t give him that dream of unifying the three realms. Just give him a normal dream, with a father, a mother, and then growing up happily and carefree.”

A life that is ordinary to most people.

But for Qi Zhuoyu, it was an empty dream that he could never achieve in his lifetime.

After doing all this, Feng Xuan poked his brow.

Noticing the afternoon sun falling on his face, it was a bit dazzling.

He then injected a small part of his primordial spirit into the wutong tree.

Unlike the surging spiritual power that Qi Zhuoyu had injected at that time, which instantly built a towering tree that could shelter him from wind and rain.

Feng Xuan’s primordial spirit was like a long stream of water, silently spreading to the trunk of the tree.

Although quiet and weak, it also blocked those dazzling sun rays at this moment, building a brief beautiful dream for him.

****

That day, after Qi Zhuoyu suddenly came back once, he disappeared again for a few days.

Feng Xuan didn’t need to guess, he knew with his toes that the big devil must have gone to cause trouble again.

He didn’t even notice himself, he started to frequently check the Book of Fate of “Mortal Xiao Qi”.

Trying to glimpse a bit of Qi Zhuoyu’s whereabouts and trajectory from Xiao Qi’s Book of Fate.

Unfortunately, there was nothing in the Book of Fate.

“Mortal Xiao Qi” knew nothing, the only thing he could do was wait to die.

In the month before Qi Zhuoyu was preparing to stir up the world and destroy the world, everything was calm.

If you had to use a feeling to describe it, it was like the eve of a storm.

Even the air they breathed seemed to be slowly being drained.

Feng Xuan didn’t know what he should do, so he just got up and went to class as usual.

Recently, he had been working extra hard and had become the earliest student to arrive in the classroom at Shangqing Academy.

And his progress was very fast, Qi Zhuoyu didn’t teach him many spells.