novelraw Chapter 369: Eldest Brother, Will You Watch Me Die?
Chapter 369: Eldest Brother, Will You Watch Me Die?
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When Zhou Jin Yue reported the number of casualties, Sect Master Ji Yuan could no longer suppress the fury in his chest. He abruptly stood up and began pacing back and forth in the great hall.
Zhou Jin Yue maintained a grave expression.
She knew her master was not only grieving for the fallen cultivators but also enraged at Ye Cong Xin’s malicious actions. After all, Ye Cong Xin had once been a disciple of the Five Elements Dao Sect. Her crimes naturally tarnished the sect’s reputation.
“This cannot go on; we can’t allow her to harm others any longer!” Sect Master Ji Yuan suddenly stopped and muttered to himself, “Should I send Master Guan Yun? Or Long Yuan? Perhaps I should go myself?”
“Master,” Zhou Jin Yue interjected, “it takes the person who tied the bell to untie it.”
Sect Master Ji Yuan clapped his hands. “You’re right! Qing Yan was the one who insisted on accepting her; he should be the one to resolve this!”
He turned to Zhou Jin Yue and gave a stern command. “Send a message to Qing Yan on behalf of the sect. Tell him he must resolve the trouble caused by Ye Cong Xin. If he can’t handle it, he shouldn’t think of returning!”
“Yes.”
“And warn the disciples on missions to be cautious and avoid strangers!”Zhou Jin Yue noted down all the instructions. Once she left, Sect Master Ji Yuan took out several message talismans in one breath.
“Wu Sang, my sect can no longer show its face…”
“Chong Yang, this is an emergency…”
“Bai Lian, I have some interesting news. Are you curious?”
“Old Scholar, I owe you an apology…”
While Sect Master Ji Yuan was busy sending messages to other sects, Fang Cheng Lang slowly entered the cave abode.
When he saw Lan Zi Yu, frail and emaciated on the bed, the indifference on his face vanished, and his steps quickened.
“Zi Yu, you…”
He intended to ask why Lan Zi Yu had let himself deteriorate to such a state, but the sight of his tortured face made him swallow his words.
“Eldest Brother, you’ve finally decided to visit me.”
Lan Zi Yu’s voice was feeble, carrying a thick undercurrent of resentment.
Fang Cheng Lang, feeling guilty, refrained from defending himself and instead asked with concern, “Are you ill or injured? Why haven’t you sought treatment from the elders in the Medicine Hall?”
“Them? Hah, they can’t even diagnose my condition, let alone provide a solution.”
“Even the elders in the Medicine Hall have no answers?” Fang Cheng Lang’s surprise deepened. He studied Lan Zi Yu’s face closely, his unease growing as a dreadful thought surfaced.
Could it be that Ye Cong Xin had already targeted Lan Zi Yu?
Revisiting his memories, Fang Cheng Lang recalled that among their senior brothers and sisters, he and Cui Jue had firmly severed ties with Ye Cong Xin.
Su Ming, though indecisive and occasionally in contact with her, was preoccupied with Yu Zhao.
Quan Ye, entirely focused on combat, had avoided her entanglement by retreating to his quarters.
By process of elimination, Lan Zi Yu was the most likely victim.
“Zi Yu, be honest with me. On the day Ye Cong Xin died, did you dream of your past life?”
Lan Zi Yu averted his gaze and mumbled, “Eldest Brother, it was just a dream.”
Fang Cheng Lang sighed. “You fool!”
After all that had happened, Lan Zi Yu still failed to recognize Ye Cong Xin’s true nature. It was both lamentable and frustrating.
“Eldest Brother, Little Junior Sister isn’t like that! She’s a good person! You’ve all misunderstood her! Besides, she’s already dead. What’s the point of saying these things now?”
Lan Zi Yu’s agitation escalated, his face turning a sickly purple hue.
Fang Cheng Lang knew that no amount of reasoning would reach Lan Zi Yu in this state. He, too, had once been another Lan Zi Yu. Until he came to terms on his own, no one could change his mind.
Abruptly losing the desire for conversation, Fang Cheng Lang cut to the chase. “Did you call me here just to talk about this?”
“No.” Lan Zi Yu took a few labored breaths. “Eldest Brother, save me. I don’t want to die.”
Lan Zi Yu was truly terrified. His body was deteriorating inexplicably, and with no diagnosis or cure, he could only lie in bed, watching his life force drain away. He couldn’t accept this. He still had a bright future ahead. He couldn’t die!
“I can’t save you,” Fang Cheng Lang admitted frankly.
Lan Zi Yu’s decline was caused by dark sorcery. The only solution was to deal with Ye Cong Xin… Wait!
Hadn’t Ye Cong Xin already died?
A chilling realization struck Fang Cheng Lang, spreading cold dread throughout his body.
“Eldest Brother? Eldest Brother!”
Lan Zi Yu noticed Fang Cheng Lang spacing out and showed a hint of displeasure. But remembering his dependence on him, he subdued his frustration.
Fang Cheng Lang regained his composure and looked at Lan Zi Yu, his emotions tangled. If not for Lan Zi Yu, he might have been deceived by Ye Cong Xin again. He needed to report this to the sect immediately!
“Zi Yu…”
“Eldest Brother, I know of a way to save myself. It just depends on whether you’re willing!”
Sensing Fang Cheng Lang’s intent to leave, Lan Zi Yu hurriedly spoke.
Fang Cheng Lang’s attention was indeed diverted. “What is your method?”
Could there truly be a way to break Ye Cong Xin’s sorcery?
“Promise me first, and I’ll tell you.”
At any other time, Fang Cheng Lang wouldn’t have entertained such conditions. But with his current apprehension about Ye Cong Xin, he agreed. “Fine, I promise.”
Lan Zi Yu’s eyes lit up. “Thank you, Eldest Brother!”
Fang Cheng Lang had always been true to his word, so there was no fear of him reneging.
“What’s the method?” Fang Cheng Lang urged.
“A few days ago, Master Wu Sang refined a batch of fifth-grade elixirs in the sect…”
Lan Zi Yu had barely started when Fang Cheng Lang’s expression darkened. He had already guessed where this was going.
“…These elixirs are incredibly potent. Just one pill, and I could recover completely! Eldest Brother, please ask Yu Zhao to give me one. She listens to you the most. Just one!”
Fang Cheng Lang wanted to storm off or berate Lan Zi Yu for his audacity. Leaving aside whether the fifth-grade elixir could even cure him, why would Yu Zhao hand it over?
On what grounds? A plea? Or Fang Cheng Lang’s unreliable influence?
“I can’t help you,” Fang Cheng Lang refused decisively.
Lan Zi Yu’s face twisted. “Eldest Brother! You just promised me!”
“That was before I knew your request would be so unreasonable,” Fang Cheng Lang said coldly. “Rest well. I’ll visit you another day.”
With that, he turned to leave.
“Eldest Brother! Eldest Brother!”
Thud!
Lan Zi Yu reached out to stop him but fell off the bed. Lying on the icy floor, he cried out in despair toward Fang Cheng Lang’s retreating figure. “Eldest Brother, will you watch me die? Without the elixir, I’ll die! I’ll die!”
Fang Cheng Lang’s footsteps halted.
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