novelraw Chapter 324: The Immortal Venerable Has Fallen to Demonic Ways 53
Chapter 324: The Immortal Venerable Has Fallen to Demonic Ways 53
Yet, she halted her steps.
Du Lao’er watched from the side, squinting his eyes, and said,
"When did Feng Xianzun, renowned throughout the Cultivation World, become so weak?"
He murmured to himself,
"It doesn’t seem like an act..."
Looking at the unstable power swirling around him... and his disheveled hair since his arrival, Du Lao’er felt that something was off about him.
Then, with a raised eyebrow,
"Failed advancement, signs of demonic possession? To come out seeking death instead of properly recuperating, it seems you really think you have too many days left to live."
His tone was cold, yet Su Yan clenched her fists, then released, and clenched them again.
Her head was buzzing so much at the moment, it felt like it was about to explode.
Vaguely listening to Du Lao’er’s words.
She took steps towards Feng Yu.
At this time, Qing Tian, who had been standing behind Feng Yu, had already taken out an elixir to feed him.
Seeing Su Yan approach, Qing Tian’s face darkened,
"Su Yan, don’t push your luck."
Her eyes reflected a cold light,
"What business is it of yours?"
As she spoke, two streams of power collided.
Su Yan reached out, grabbed Feng Yu’s arm, and pulled him over to her side.
Feng Yu coughed, staggered weakly with the force applied, and ended up in her arms.
Most of his weight pressed onto Su Yan, his voice weak,
"Sect Hierarch, it hurts."
A grown man, and even the Immortal Venerable of Pure Cultivation, didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed to show such weakness, especially in full view of an audience.
Qing Tian’s face had already turned dark.
Seeing how Feng Yu clung to Su Yan,
He ended up looking like the bad guy trying to separate the two.
Su Yan pulled on his shoulder, trying to put some distance between them.
But he was holding her tight, clearly not planning on getting up from her.
She closed her eyes, seeming to become a bit more clear-headed.
Then she spoke,
"I don’t like being lied to."
Feng Yu bent down, resting his head on her shoulder,
"Whatever punishment you choose, I accept."
Listening to his sincere acceptance of punishment, she did not continue.
Instead, from below the stage, Liang Lanyi’s shrill voice,
"Feng Xianzun! How could you fraternize with this demon? She killed my sister! She must die!!"
Bringing up the matter, Su Yan said,
"Where’s the Water Light Ice Blade?"
With a flick of Feng Yu’s hand, it materialized out of thin air.
The Water Light Ice Blade shimmered like a silver arc in the sky, pausing midair, quivering slightly.
It was surrounded by spiritual energy.
The crowd was shocked.
It was undoubtedly a Divine Artifact.
Qing Tian’s expression fluctuated between light and shadow as he watched the sword in the sky and the two people hugging tightly, remaining silent.
Su Yan’s voice rose, addressing the crowd,
"I have killed countless people, but I won’t admit to things I haven’t done. Everything written on the invitation is sheer fabrication.
Want to kill me?
Go ahead, if you have the strength, then come at me."
After speaking, Du Lao’er scurried over to Su Yan’s side, intending to continue holding the umbrella for her and to speak a few words on her behalf.
But as he approached, Su Yan gave him a cool glance and uttered,
"Why are you still here?"
Du Lao’er stiffened.
Looking at Su Yan with disbelief.
Just now, it was you, the Great Demon, who asked me to hold the umbrella for you.
How could you say such heartless and ungrateful words the moment you’re in the arms of a handsome man?!
What hurt Du Lao’er even more was the impatient look in Su Yan’s eyes—it was genuine.
He opened his mouth to argue.
But Su Yan immediately vanished with Feng Yu from everyone’s sight.
Leaving the crowd behind, in an awkward silence.