He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 106 My 23 Things About My Grandmaster (Part 29)

The main hall was dark and ancient, and the liquid spilled on the ground evaporated into a thick black mist that continuously drifted toward the man in the center.

The dark liquid resembled the red agate of a swamp; after the black mist dissipated, a faint red glow appeared, and upon closer inspection, it flowed like blood.

It wasn't blood, it was flesh, bloody chunks of flesh.

Mo Zhu sat in the middle, one leg crossed and the other slightly bent, his jet-black hair hanging down, covering his lifeless dark eyes under his eyelids.

He resembled a tattered rag doll, his entire body covered in black and scarlet mud.

"You came."

The calm voice was long and lingering. Mo Zhu raised his head slightly and his gaze fell on Xiao Yilin, who was dressed in spotless white.

"What, old friend, trying to kill me again?"

He got up nonchalantly, his dragging robes smudging across the floor, soaked with a dark, sticky substance.

A flash of anger crossed Xiao Yilin's gentle face: "I told you, I didn't kill you! I was saving you, saving you!"

"The Immortal Lord of Merit is indeed tough after awakening his memories of his past life."

Mo Zhu approached, his slender fingers gliding across the sharp blade, and the dark lines on half of his face suddenly came to life. "You even have the courage to point your sword at me now."

“You don’t understand how heartbroken I was back then, but humans and demons are separated…” Xiao Yilin’s voice was tinged with pain: “I could only seal you away, the inside is much purer than the outside.”

Mo Zhu smiled slyly and watched him quietly.

Xiao Yilin averted her gaze, sheathed her longsword, and said in a low voice, "Go, the farther the better. I... will pretend I never saw you. Next time the major sects join forces to kill a demon, we will fight to the death."

Xiao Yilin felt conflicted; they had once been friends, but now they could only be enemies.

Perhaps he was wrong from the beginning; he shouldn't have deceived him and sealed him away, but he had no other choice.

Mo Zhu calmly retorted sarcastically, "You were moved by your own heart-wrenching words?"

Xiao Yilin tried her best to appear indifferent, ignoring his cold sarcasm. Besides asking him to leave, she had another matter to discuss with him today.

He calmed himself down and said, "There is something else I need to tell you today. My personal disciple, Wen Yan, has been wandering outside for a long time. It is time for him to return to the sect."

Years ago, he accidentally sealed away his memories, forgetting his past, including Wen Yan's mother's dying words, allowing Wen Yan to grow up carefree.

He has always done a good job. Apart from neglecting her a bit during the years she suffered from amnesia, which caused her some distress, he has been impeccable.

He will make up for her, comfort her, and let her continue to grow under his wing like a happy child.

As soon as he finished speaking, a sinister, white claw came flying at him. Xiao Yilin dodged in a sorry state, barely avoiding this fatal blow.

Mo Zhu was furious. A traitor from ten thousand years ago wanted to take Wen Xiaoyan away. This was undoubtedly jumping the line at the bottom of his bottom line.

"roll."

A raging hurricane swept in, and Xiao Yilin was stunned in the vortex. The extremely violent demonic energy recklessly penetrated his skin, desperately drawing life force from him.

What terrified Xiao Yilin was not the violent demonic energy, but the fact that the protective barrier he had painstakingly built shattered instantly.

The overflowing spiritual energy, like shards of broken glass, churned within my heart and lungs.

In an instant, the oppression of death tore apart his calm and composed expression, and his panicked emotions became apparent.

Xiao, with his composed and dignified sect demeanor, stammered, "You can't kill me."

"You killed my Immortal Sword Sect, we will not let you get away with this!"

The demonic energy, like a raging storm, crushed this little seedling, and Xiao Yilin panicked.

"If you kill me, Wen Yan will hate you!"

The violent, advanced demonic energy paused for a moment, then surged up again.

Help!

A glint of shrewdness flashed across Xiao Yilin's face.

“I am Wen Yan’s master, and I am considered half her father. Killing me is patricide! She is grateful to me as I am now, not to me who has lost her memory. In short, killing me now will make her sad and drive her crazy!”

Mo Zhu was momentarily lost in thought, a look of confusion flashing in his eyes. He was angry, but he didn't want to upset Wen Xiaoyan even more.

Her raised hand slowly fell down, and Xiao Yilin, who was suspended in mid-air, crashed heavily to the ground.

"Cough cough cough."

My throat is burning and sore.

"You can leave." Mo Zhu sat down again, pointed towards the door, and said listlessly.

Xiao Yilin clutched her neck, stood up shakily, filled with resentment and fear.

He glanced one last time at Mo Zhu lying in a pool of blood, his fear turning to pity: "Xiao Yan wouldn't like a serial killer, you—"

"boom!"

The palace doors closed again, and Xiao Yilin was slapped and sent flying, crashing into the wall before finally collapsing in a corner and stubbornly passing out.

Mo Zhu is very troublesome and chaotic.

He casually wiped the blood on his outer robe, the slippery feel of his pale finger bones constantly reminding him of this.

He was a murderer, a cannibalistic monster.

Mo Zhu took off his blood-soaked outer robe and threw it carelessly to the side, his behavior gradually becoming flustered.

"Mo Zhu, let me out!"

An angry voice—

The heart beats at a faster frequency.

He felt inexplicably sad, a kind of sadness that was both embarrassing and helpless.

"I'll get angry if you don't let me out!"

Wen Yan threatened him, saying that anger could be quelled; a raging fire was already burning in her eyes.

Mo Zhu compromised. As soon as the soul restriction was lifted, Wen Yan flew out and stopped with perfect precision next to Xiao Yilin.

Mo Zhu felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his cold eyes fixed on the figure in the distance.

He couldn't control his breathing, nor could he control his demonic energy. The dense, dark demonic energy moved behind her without her noticing, but just as it was about to touch her, it quickly withdrew like a mimosa.

Enraged, Wen Yan kicked Xiao Yilin in the face. The kick, delivered with all the spiritual power a cultivator had gathered, flipped Xiao Yilin over, leaving her face contorted in pain.

Wen Yan transformed into a master of footwork, raining down blows on Xiao Yilin.

"You're insane, brain-dead, and you even committed patricide? Who gave you that disfigured face that gave you the audacity to say such things in front of Mo Zhu?!?!?!?!"

She's not blind, she's hiding!

Slander, blatant slander!

Disgusting, blatantly disgusting!

Given Mo Zhu's twisted personality, it took her a lot of effort to figure things out, and their relationship was still on the verge of collapse when he interfered and spread rumors about her death.

She was furious.

The empty council hall echoed with the crisp sound of Wen Yan kicking someone, each kick landing squarely on flesh, every sound reaching the ears.

The chaotic and melodyless sounds sounded like heavenly music to Mo Zhu's ears.

"Wen Xiaoyan."

Wen Yan turned around and met a pair of smiling, tearful eyes.

"I'm here!"

She responded loudly and firmly, and without hesitation, abandoned Xiao Yilin and ran towards Mo Zhu.

Her flowing dress, cascading over the crimson-black blood, resembled a snow-capped rose blooming in the Dead Sea.

And these flowers bloom for him, they come for him.