Chapter 81: Good and Evil Cannot Coexist

Inside the Si Yue sleeping chamber.

Bai Ji hurriedly asked as soon as he entered, “Eldest brother, why did you call me here?”

Si Yue sat by the bedside as if he hadn’t heard, and Bai Ji called him again before he finally returned to himself, speaking in a low, melancholy tone, “He did not take his own life.”

Bai Ji was momentarily stunned, uncertain if he’d understood correctly, so he asked again, “What? What wasn’t suicide?”

Si Yue walked over to Bai Ji, speaking heavily in a subdued voice, “The sixth junior brother—he wasn’t suicide. We never saw his body. Before the disciplinary hall’s admonition, I thought to change his clothes for him, so he could leave with dignity. But when I did, I found marks around the back of his neck. Hanging… suicide…”

Ye Zhenqiu lifted his chin with disdain, sitting in the chair with both hands resting on his dragon-headed cane. He even closed his eyes, adopting a posture that made it clear he cared little for others’ opinions. Quan Zimo, watching from the side, burst out laughing.

In a flash of black light, a beast claw gleaming with the chill of black iron appeared before Xu Hong, already reaching to seize him.

Lan Qianyue sneered coldly, paying no attention as she charged straight at the brute, her Flame-Slashing Sword swinging.

“So you mean?” At the Shangsi Banquet, Song Yixiao had already sensed the Empress Dowager’s scheming, but when Jian Xubai intruded so unexpectedly, there was no time to speculate on his intentions, let alone contemplate the Empress Dowager’s calculations.

Ye Tiancheng found it impossible to imagine—impossible to imagine how someone so frail and pale could bear such burdens through every night of despair.

These four old men possessed remarkable strength, each having reached the fifth tier of the Spiritual Master realm, their age belied by their spirited vigor.

“To think there’s even a mangy dog here. My apologies—I didn’t notice you earlier.” Lan Qianyue’s lips curled with contempt as she turned to leave.

After colliding with the giant, the fiery sword energy trembled, then dissipated instantly. The sodium giant, unmoved, seemed not to feel a flicker of pain.

“A sect like this, I’d rather not have. The position of sect master—I care nothing for it. From today, I, Xu Hong, renounce my allegiance. Let none of you regret it.” His final words resonated with powerful spiritual energy, reverberating throughout the entire Five Fiends Sect’s mountain range, and spreading across the vast wilderness.

It was not a lack of ability on Lü Qinghong’s part; in fact, if anyone other than him had been tasked with defending the city, the imperial capital would have fallen long ago. The disparity in numbers was staggering, and while the enemy camp outside had every siege weapon, the defenders within were woefully short of resources.

“Time, and content.” A sense of foreboding welled up in Xiao Morou’s heart—things were slipping from her grasp.

Ji Jiu’er originally intended to refuse, for with Yi Qing present, Yi Mochen would surely be as well. But on second thought, he and Ah Zhi were together openly—why hide from Yi Mochen? He pouted but said nothing more.

Moments later, all the high-ranking members of the Situ clan knelt and bowed, begging Situ Yunlong to give the matter careful consideration—for its implications were far too grave.

The soldiers beneath the horse heard the murderous intent in his voice, tinged with a faint tremor. Yet the military command had been issued, and they could only grit their teeth and charge forward. All the enemy rear guards let out a shout, rising from the snowy ground, firing as they rushed to mount their horses, twenty or so men scrambling away.

Though Xiao Ling was nearby, covertly observing everything, the black-clad figures had already noticed his presence.

Satellite Lin’s excessive praise made Zhang Ningyun, who had never received such adoration in her past life, truly swell with pride.

Ahead, at the fork in the road, more than thirty cavalry were surrounded tightly by a hundred or so puppet soldiers. Both sides had abandoned firearms and resorted to sabers.

Seeing that no one else withdrew, the white-bearded elder waved his hand, conjuring a rainbow bridge of white light that stretched beyond the city—his methods were formidable indeed.

The experts of the Immortal realm, observing secretly all along, remained calm but continued searching in all directions, yet found nothing.

All those aged thirteen and above in the world will perish. Earth will become a world of only children.