Bu Wei

Incense was burning in the furnace, and the misty smoke rose from the hollowed-out auspicious clouds and birds, only to be shattered by the cold wind blowing in from the window.

Wen Heshen was waiting for Wen Zaiye’s reaction.

Regret, sadness, or some other emotion, even shock.

But there was nothing.

Wen Zaiye sat there quietly, his eyes empty and soulless, then he said calmly, “I will not abandon Xiao He, he is my closest person.”

He was so certain that for a moment, Wen Heshen felt as if he was being unreasonable.

Just like every time he pestered Wen Zaiye in the past, the latter was always calm, neither annoyed nor scolding, just telling him the facts.

But the real fact was that he, Wen Zaiye, for the sake of Ning Buwei, abandoned his own younger brother, risked his own life, and almost dragged down the entire Yunzhong Sect.

Wen Heshen was already over five hundred years old this year. Reason told him that he should not demand a sixteen-year-old boy to stay calm under the circumstances at the time and make the most reasonable choice, but he still felt angry.

He had been angry about this for hundreds of years, never forgetting, always brooding, like a thorn stuck in his throat, unable to pull it out, unable to swallow it.

Rooted in flesh and blood, it eventually became a demonic barrier.

With his anger unresolved, Wen Heshen sneered, “Do you know what I have been thinking day and night for the past five hundred years while looking at your corpse?”

Wen Zaiye’s expression finally showed a hint of fluctuation. He touched his pale back of the hand and thought sluggishly: So I’ve been dead for five hundred years, no wonder my brain isn’t working well.

“When you wake up, I will definitely tell you in detail what kind of person your good friend has become.” Wen Heshen tugged at the corner of his mouth, a hint of satisfaction appearing in his eyes, “After you saved Ning Buwei, the Chongzheng Alliance chased him for nearly a hundred years. He fled all over the seventeen states, finally destroyed his Dao heart, fell into the demonic path, and became a notorious great demon who did all kinds of evil.”

“A year ago, he recklessly stole the Linglong Bone, the treasure of the Chong Zheng Alliance, and was strangled to death at the Xingluo Cliff.”

Wen Zaiye incredulously raised his head.

Wen He Shen stared at him sharply, “To protect you, our master was seriously injured. His half-step cultivation of god transformation stage didn’t even last a hundred years before he fell early. The Thirteenth Peak lost its talents, and the entire Yunzhong Sect has been criticized externally to this day.”

“Wen Zaiye, this is the friend and result you exchanged for with your life.” Wen Heshen sneered, “You want to be a good person, to fulfill your ridiculous friend’s righteousness, to fulfill your useless saintly heart. When you died, did you still think you were great?”

In his mind, several vague and tragic scenes flashed quickly. Wen Zaiye’s originally pale face became even more defeated. Countless scenes of laughter and joy mixed with these fragments, almost crushing him completely.

He tried to recall, but he couldn’t remember the specific events at all. He could only weakly defend, “Buwei…he’s not that kind of person.”

The most precious young master of the first noble family in the Seventeen States, upright and kind, hating evil like an enemy, how could it come to this?

Wen Heshen stared at him, and suddenly smiled slowly, “It’s okay, you can’t remember now, I will always make you remember, let you take a good look at what you have saved with your life.”

Wen Zaiye looked at the old man with a gloomy expression in front of him, completely unable to equate him with the sticky and coquettish younger brother in his memory.

His Xiao He shouldn’t have changed like this, he was clearly a timid and well-behaved child.

Wen Zaiye looked at Wen Heshen somewhat at a loss, thinking, what did I do to make him so upset?

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Ning Buwei was boredly watching Jiang Yizheng trying to crack the Shiling array lock, poking Ning Xiu’s little belly from time to time. (TL: 失灵 (shiling)-malfunction, not working properly.)

Ning Xiu was trying to grab his father’s finger, having a great time.

Bang!

Jiang Yizheng was thrown back again, thrown against the wall by the huge impact force, spat out a mouthful of blood, and didn’t get up for a long time.

Ning Buwei deliberately let Ning Xiu catch his finger once, and the little baby in his arms was so happy that he couldn’t close his mouth, suddenly feeling that he was great, and showed off to him, “Ah!”

Ning Buwei poked his soft little belly.

Jiang Yizheng stood up again, shaking, and walked to the heavy lock.

“You can’t break it even if you die.” Ning Buwei said without lifting his head, “Why bother?”

“How do I know I can’t break it if I don’t try?” Jiang Yizheng rubbed the blood on her chin with a trembling hand, a surge of unwillingness and anger welling up in her eyes, “If I didn’t do it, I didn’t do it. Why should they frame me?”

“They can crush you to death with one finger.” Ning Buwei sneered.

Jiang Yizheng gritted his teeth, “Even if they crush me to death, they have to give me justice.”

Bang!

She was thrown back again and hit the wall. Her vision went dark, she collapsed on the ground like a dead fish, her ears buzzed, and sweet blood filled her mouth.

Ning Buwei snorted with a laugh, looking at her with interest, “Why don’t I give you a suggestion?”

Jiang Yizheng struggled to get up from the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood water to the side, and looked at him with bright eyes, “Senior, you say!”

“The three boys who slandered you are locked next door.” Ning Buwei said, “The Shiling array is not easy to break, but the wall is easy to break. You break the wall and kill those three to avenge your anger, and give yourself justice.”

Jiang Yizheng stood there in a daze, opened her mouth, “But…I can’t beat them.”

Ning Buwei threw her a Jade Spirit Pill, “Eat it, and you will have the spiritual power to break through the Shiling array. They don’t have it. Killing them is as simple as crushing three ants.”

Jiang Yizheng didn’t know what kind of pill this was, she instinctively felt it was a good thing, but she hesitated, “No, no.”

Ning Buwei stared at her coldly, “Why not?”

Jiang Yizheng was stared at by him until her scalp went numb and her back cold, she stammered, “They they they…Senior Wen and I are still alive, this matter should be handed over to the elders of the Thirteenth Peak to resolve.”

“You really think the cultivation world is a game of house between you kids,” Ning Buwei laughed at her stupidity, “Do you have to wait for the adults to judge who is right and who is wrong?”

Jiang Yizheng looked at him blankly, feeling that the senior was a bit scary, but still wanted to refute, swallowing and saying, “They wronged me, I should go out and find evidence, tell everyone I am innocent, killing them will only make others think I am guilty——”

Ning Buwei leaned lazily against the wall, nodded in praise, “Well said, then you continue.”

But his mocking expression clearly said: You, with a brain full of pulp, are a fool waiting to die here.

Jiang Yizheng was the lowest-ranking disciple in the Four Seasons Hall, her cultivation was so weak that it was almost negligible. Normally, she just ran errands and did some chores. The most dangerous thing she had done was to follow a group of unattainable big shots to save people when she was trapped by that vine demon in Linjiang City.

She was a righteous disciple, she should stick to righteousness.

But no one had ever taught her what righteousness was, she only knew she should be a good person.

Jiang Yizheng looked at the pill in her hand with struggling eyes, her heart was constantly shaking, and her voice was getting smaller and smaller, “I haven’t killed anyone…..I’m scared.”

Ning Buwei was too lazy to bother with her.

Jiang Yizheng stared at the pill in her hand, feeling a bit hot.

She might not be able to find evidence if she went out, and Wu Liang and the other three were Wen He Shen’s disciples. Even if they knew she was wronged, they might kill her to protect their disciples.

She was just an insignificant servant, whether she was wronged or not, maybe no one cared except herself…

Jiang Yizheng found many excuses for herself, raised her head to look at Ning Buwei, “Senior, if I kill them, can I still be a good person?”

“Good people can’t survive in the cultivation world.” Ning Buwei looked at her with a smile that was not a smile.

The man sitting lazily laughed gloomily and evilly, his tone was like mockery, and like coaxing, trying to drag her into the unknown mire with one foot. Jiang Yizheng subconsciously took two steps back, feeling inexplicably petrified.

Ning Buwei stopped talking and lowered his head to tease his son in boredom.

Jiang Yizheng suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

But before she could make the final decision, her shoulder was suddenly patted, and then she heard someone calling her name. “Jiang Yizheng!”

Jiang Yizheng suddenly raised her head, but didn’t see anyone, thinking she had hallucinated.

“It’s me, Feng Zizhang.” The voice hurriedly said, “I used a concealment talisman and invisibility spell, you can’t see me, don’t talk first, I dare not put the sound transmission talisman on the senior, I can only give it to you.”

Jiang Yizheng nodded nervously.

The two fools were performing a serious performance of you say I listen here, which made Ning Buwei’s eyes twitch.

“There are a few of my senior brothers guarding outside, I will lead them away later, you and the senior quickly take the opportunity to escape.” Feng Zizhang told her his plan, “I will give you my waist token, use the waist token to open the mountain protection formation and you can get out of Yunzhong Sect, the further you run, the better.”

Jiang Yizheng didn’t know where he was standing, she could only look in the direction of the voice, her eyes showing strong worry.

What if elder Wen and others find out that Feng Zizhang gave them his waist token?

“You have to be fast, there is only one incense stick’s time.” Feng Zizhang finished speaking, patted her shoulder again, and then lost his voice.

Suddenly, there was an extra jade token carved with immortal cranes and auspicious clouds in Jiang Yizheng’s hand. She looked at Ning Buwei nervously, “Senior——”

Just as she said a word, Jiang Yizheng suddenly closed her mouth.

Ning Buwei’s face was very ugly, his eyes were pitch black, and he was full of murderous aura. He raised a hand and grabbed it fiercely. The Shiling array heavy lock that Jiang Yizheng had exhausted her strength to crack countless times instantly shattered and fell to the ground with a clatter.

Feng Zizhang, who had just run to the cell door, was suddenly caught by a huge force, and the whole person was pulled back at a fast speed, forcibly breaking open the cell door, and was grabbed by Ning Buwei and pressed against the wall.

“Senior!” Jiang Yizheng exclaimed in horror.

Feng Zizhang was stunned by this sudden blow, choked by Ning Buwei, his entire face was suffocated and turned blue, and he looked at Ning Buwei with a gloomy face in horror.

Ning Xiu was also scared by his father’s murderous aura, and didn’t dare to cry.

“Who taught you to say that?” Ning Buwei said grimly, “Wen Heshen? Or Wen Zaiye?”

Feng Zizhang was gasping in pain, trying to shake his head in confusion, but his neck was choked by Ning Buwei, his breathing became increasingly thin, and he couldn’t move at all.

[People are guarding outside, I will lead them away later, you hurry up and escape.]

[‘I will give you my waist token, use the waist token to open the mountain protection formation and you can get out of Yunzhong Sect, the further you run, the better.]

[What about you?]

[Don’t worry about me.] The jade token carved with immortal cranes and auspicious clouds was forcibly stuffed into his palm, [Buwei, you have to be fast, there is only one incense stick’s time.]

Ning Buwei’s black pupils were scattered with crimson, the familiar voice of the teenager kept ringing in his ears, sometimes far and sometimes near, intertwined into a bloody net, tightly binding him, the panic surging from the bottom of his heart made him feel the long-lost anger.