He's a minor cannon fodder character who transmigrates into a novel and cultivates immortality,

Chapter 147 Demonic cultivators are most skilled at bewitching people's hearts.

The black-clad cultivator was taken aback upon hearing this, then angrily retorted, "Don't you care about your brother's life or death?"

"You think that if I die, your brother can still live?"

"It's just wishful thinking!"

Xiao Xuan ignored the black-clad cultivator's hysterical roars and threats.

A pair of silver eyes seemed to see through everything in the world, yet also seemed to see through all of it.

Xiao Xuan looked directly into the black-clad cultivator's eyes, his voice as calm as still water, "You will not reveal your identity."

Her clear voice carried an ethereal quality.

It carries an undeniable authority.

Ling Yun instinctively threw the black-clad cultivator to the ground; he wanted to see who this person was.

An unbelievable scene unfolded.

Originally, unless the person was willing, even a high-level cultivator could not lift even a corner of the isolation robe.

As Ling Yun threw the person away, the robe automatically fell off, revealing the true face of the black-clad cultivator hidden beneath his magic robe.

Ling Yun was stunned the moment he saw the person on the ground.

The elders and disciples behind him all gasped in shock.

The most shocked person in the crowd was Zhang Qiao'er, who had been taken hostage by the black-clad monk and nearly lost her life.

Zhang Qiao'er's almond-shaped eyes widened, tears streaming down her face, as she asked in a heart-wrenching voice, "Why?"

"Why you, Dad!"

"Father, why, why..."

Overwhelmed with emotion, Zhang Qiao'er coughed up blood and fainted, her mouth tasting a metallic taste.

Everyone present stepped back, unwilling to have anything to do with him.

Having searched for the Crimson Sword Venerable to no avail, Chen Chen returned only to find Zhang Qiao'er coughing up blood and collapsing to the ground, while her fellow disciples watched coldly.

Without thinking twice, Chen Chen flew directly to Zhang Qiao'er's side and helped her up.

The furious voice of the Lingyun Sect Master rang in my ears, "Elder Chijian, it's you!"

"You are actually a demonic cultivator. What is the purpose of your infiltration into our sect?"

The black-clad cultivator dropped the pretense and revealed a mocking smile. "Hmph, old man Ling Yun, if I had remained silent for a while longer, who would have the right to point fingers here?"

"If it were..., I could destroy the entire Heavenly Sword Sect with a single thought."

"Pity......"

At this point, the black-clad cultivator's face turned sinister, his eyes bloodshot as he looked at Xiao Xuan, his eyes surging with hatred. "Heh, a Word Spirit."

"No, shouldn't I call you a Reverse Word Spirit?"

"Words of power are in accordance with the way of Heaven."

"Those who defy the power of words go against the will of Heaven."

"You should follow the will of Heaven and become the leader of my group of demonic cultivators."

"Why bother hiding among righteous cultivators, seeking power through humiliation?"

"As long as you give the call, no matter which demonic cultivator you are, they will charge into battle for you and give their lives for you."

"My lord, if you do not mind, I am willing to follow you and swear to serve you to the death!"

Xiao Xuan: "..."

Xiao Yun looked at Xiao Xuan and said nervously, "Xiao Xuan, don't listen to his nonsense. Demonic cultivators are best at bewitching people's hearts."

Xiao Xuan smiled faintly at Xiao Yun, "Brother, there's no need to worry."

The black-robed cultivator's voice rang out again, "Disciple, I have treated you well all these years. Are you really unwilling to lend a hand to save me?"

"I really misjudged you."

Xiao Xuan: "..."

Xiao Yun closed his eyes, forcing himself to calm down, looked at the black-clad cultivator, and asked, "Why?"

The black-clad cultivator sighed, feigning helplessness, "I was forced into this situation by the demonic cultivators..."

The black-robed monk looked dejected, as if he truly had some unavoidable hardship, just as he had said.

After all, the black-clad cultivator had been in the Heavenly Sword Sect for over a thousand years. Apart from being a bit rigid and serious, he was truly impeccable.