With seven soul-tearing chains and the excruciating pain in his fingers, Master Xuanyuan could no longer hold on and collapsed in a pool of blood.
Ran Ran shook her head as she looked inside Shen Yanwen's body, "Poor good old man."
The saint seemed to feel that this was not enough, so she moved closer with light steps and picked up a chain with her fingertips. A huge amount of spiritual energy instantly flowed along the chain into the body of Xuanyuan Zhenren.
"You alone cannot afford the evil that the Host Alliance has committed over thousands of years."
The saintly girl looked at Master Xuanyuan who spat out a mouthful of blood, then thought of the words carefully engraved on the jade pendant, lowered her eyes and said softly.
"When you first held the cloud-patterned jade pendant and made up your mind, did you ever think that today these shackles would break your bones?"
Taoist Xuanyuan lay on the ground, tortured by the pain so much that he couldn't even cry out, and his wrinkled face was almost buried in the thin white snow.
Everyone looked on with tears in their eyes.
The orthodox and righteous leaders of the seven major sects were treated in such a despicable way!
The saint suddenly appeared behind Xuanyuan Zhenren, touched the hideous scars on his body caused by the chains with her fingertips, and then raised her head provocatively and looked at the Demon Lord.
"In your opinion, is this what you deserve... or is it an honor?"
The saint seemed to find this sentence extremely interesting. After saying the word "glory", she could not help but bend over and laugh.
"Glory hahahahahahaha glory…hahahaha!"
The Demon Lord knew that the Saint was angry with him and was punishing Xuan Yuan Zhenren as the price for his lie to her.
"I lost... I give up!" Xuanyuan Zhenren suddenly shattered half of his Taoist robe, revealing his upper body covered with hideous wounds.
Those bloody wounds squirmed like living things under the stimulation of spiritual energy, and every breath was devouring the lifespan of Master Xuanyuan.
He gritted his teeth and said, "But you can't bury the whole of Middle-earth with you!"
The saint pursed her lips and said nothing. She waved her hand and condensed a hazy light and shadow - Zhenren Xuanyuan was holding a dying medicine boy in his arms.
"I wonder if the real person still has any impression of this child..."
Xuan Yuan Zhenren's body froze, staring at the flickering light and shadows like a wooden chicken. The fantastic colors of the illusion could not arouse any brilliance in his gradually darkening eyes, but it was enough to let others know...
This scene has stirred up huge waves in his heart.
"How do you know!" Master Xuanyuan panicked like an ordinary but desperate old man.
Under the relentless pressure of the Saint, he completely lost the power to fight back.
The Saint's lips curled up in a sarcastic smile, "It's thanks to you that I became interested in puppetry."
"It can be said that my achievements in puppetry today are all due to you, Master."
The saint snapped her fingers.
"Mo Yi."
A black figure flashed like a ghost.
Ranran blinked her eyes, she remembered this person, even though she didn't see his appearance at that time, but she would not make a mistake about the pattern on the hem of the black shirt!
It was the man in black who appeared out of nowhere when she first met the Saint!
The Saint Girl ignored Xuan Yuan's reaction and said calmly: "The medicine boy you risked your life to save back then has no place to stay in the seven major sects of the famous and upright sects. He survived the disaster and came to the Demon Realm. Now..."
“He was my first puppet.”
Upon hearing this, Ranran carefully looked at the puppet named Mo Yi, and found that his face was an extremely abnormal blue-gray color.
"What? Too shocked to speak?"
The saint girl leaned forward slightly, and her eyes met with Xuanyuan Zhenren's with mockery.
Following the instructions given by the Saint, Mo Yi mechanically tore open his clothes, revealing wounds on his upper body that were even more severe than those on Xuan Yuan Zhenren.
The difference is that the wounds on the boy's body have already healed over time, and now they look more like ugly reptiles running through his body.
The Saint smiled cruelly and whispered to Xuan Yuan Zhenren's ear, "Guess, which elder of the seven major sects wrote this?"
Xuan Yuan Zhenren couldn't say anything, but his whole body couldn't stop shaking. "Mo Yi has an extraordinary talent, which must be the reason why you had to save him at that time."
"What a shame..." The Saint shook her head grimly, "Except for you, no one in the entire Host Alliance is willing to let Mo Yi live safely."
"Before I met Mo Yi, I was like many others, thinking that all the leaders and clan leaders present here only followed your lead."
"But they even tried every means to get rid of your adopted disciple... Do they really respect you? Or..."
The saint's voice was like a fine and soft rain curtain, enveloping Xuanyuan Zhenren tightly.
"You are just an interest representative elected by them."
"When what you do is in their interest, you are the leader of the righteous path and the leader of the entire host alliance;"
"When what you do is not in line with... or even hurts their interests, you are just a puppet who has failed in his duties?"
Taoist Xuanyuan covered his face and cried.
Many people present couldn't believe that they would actually see the highly respected Xuan Yuan Zhenren crying...
"Do you feel exhausted? Do you feel wronged?"
The Saint continued, "There's nothing I can do. You are in the system. No matter how powerful you are, you can't defy the entire system."
"When you get to this position, you should understand..." The Saint smiled maliciously, "You are destined not to be able to achieve what you wish and flourish."
"You will never be able to fulfill the promise on the jade pendant."
It is obvious that the things that the saint said at this time were completely unknown to the young disciples in Zhongzhou.
Gu Qingjue asked blankly: "I have a junior fellow apprentice?"
No one answered the question. The teacher who could answer his confusion had been controlled by the Demon Lord and could not move.
In the end, it was a little-known disciple of the Qingxiao Sword Sect who spoke.
"It's actually pretty easy to understand..." The little disciple's weak voice attracted everyone's attention.
"Xuan Yuan Zhenren already has Senior Brother Gu, just like the Host Alliance already has Xuan Yuan Zhenren."
"The Host Alliance only needs one Xuanyuan Zhenren, so Xuanyuan Zhenren only needs one Senior Brother Gu."
"No matter how good the medicine boy's qualifications are, Senior Brother Gu already exists, so he will definitely not be needed."
The Saint smiled when she heard this, "I thought there were no people who understood?"
"That's the truth. Good qualifications are useful, but for the successor of the righteous leader, qualifications are by no means the most important."
"Silly, it's important that you listen to what is said."
The Saint's tone was somewhat emotional, "If Mo Yi hadn't come to the Demon Realm by chance, I would have never known that the Host Alliance, which claims to be the 'right path', would be such a filthy place."
Master Xuanyuan stretched out his trembling hands towards the expressionless boy.
“…His name is not Mo Yi…He has a name…”
The Saint said sarcastically, "He is Mo Yi. It took me a lot of effort to keep this body and this appearance."
"He's mine."
“As for that medicine boy, your apprentice…” the Saint said cruelly, “He died long before I refined him into a puppet.”
"You are willing to protect the people with your broken body?" The Saint said expressionlessly, "You can't even protect one person."
Master Xuanyuan looked pale and was spitting out mouthfuls of blood.
Everyone was horrified, but there was nothing they could do.
Because Xuan Yuan Zhenren's face was clearly showing signs of lifelessness. (End of this chapter)
