Patrol Captain

The witch's eyes flashed with purple light, piercing Qingyangzi's pupils like needles and stirring his brain.

Qingyangzi felt as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer, and the look of shock and anger on his face was instantly torn apart by a sharp pain.

It was as if the scene that had crippled him was playing out again!
Veins bulged on his forehead, his eyes protruded, bloodshot, and his throat churned wildly, but he couldn't utter a sound. With a strain, a trickle of crimson blood seeped from his throat and spilled from the corner of his mouth. His body trembled uncontrollably, but he couldn't move at all, except for a slight twitch in his fingers.

At this moment, within the Niwan Palace, the purple light in his eyes transformed into thorny vines that meandered and entangled, trapping his soul.

The sharp thorns pierced his already weakened soul like needles, making every inch of his soul feel as if it were being burned by raging fire. The extreme pain almost crushed his consciousness completely.

Qingyangzi's soul roared in agony, but amidst the overwhelming pain, he clung to a sliver of clarity.

My disciple Ji Wuming is in the next room. If he doesn't warn him, his disciple might be in danger. As his master, he has to protect his disciple.
With the grand ceremony of bestowing the seal at Yunding Mountain tomorrow, and the demons attacking at this time, it is highly likely that they are heading towards Yunding Mountain. It is extremely urgent.
Qingyangzi struggled with excruciating pain that nearly shattered his soul, filled with anger and resentment!

On the other side, the witch was surprised by Qingyangzi's strong resistance. She then snorted coldly, a sinister smile curling at the corner of her lips. Watching Qingyangzi struggle like a trapped beast, her eyes were full of mockery and pleasure.

"It's all in vain. I'd like to see how long this cripple can hold on."

"Heh, what Seven Heroes of Weiyuan? Obediently submit and become my puppets."

As she finished speaking, the witch activated her demonic powers, and the purple light shooting from her eyes became increasingly intense, pouring into Qingyangzi's body like a tidal wave.

Under the influence of the demonic power, Qingyangzi's stiff body suddenly trembled, his pinpoint pupils gradually began to dilate, and his bloodshot eyes were gradually stained with purple light, leaving only a few scattered points of clarity, like a candle flickering in the wind, as if it would be extinguished at any moment.

Qingyangzi could clearly feel that his consciousness was being gradually devoured and his spirit was slowly dissipating.

Only one consciousness sustained him—it didn't matter if he died, but he had to leave something behind.

Amidst the tidal wave of excruciating pain, he used a spasm to rouse his entire being, and suddenly exerted force on his slightly movable fingers hidden in his sleeve.

The thumb pinched the tip of the index finger so hard that it broke, and the sharp pain traveled through the fingertip, waking up the somewhat scattered consciousness.

With his last shred of clarity, he hid his bleeding fingertips in his sleeve, using the sleeve as cover to slide them little by little along the inside of the sleeve.

Each stroke, imbued with extreme restraint and urgency, is used to write a single character.

The night was pitch black, the room was dim, and his sleeve was hidden in the shadows, almost invisible without careful observation. It was the only thing he could keep with the last bit of clarity he had left!
That was a warning he left for his disciples, and also his final entrustment!

When Qingyangzi finished writing the last stroke in his sleeve, it was as if he had exhausted his last breath. The lacquer spots that were like candles flickering in the wind disappeared from his eyes, and in their place, his eyes were completely scalded by the purple light, leaving only emptiness and numbness!

The frantically throbbing throat also stopped.

Upon seeing this, the eerie purple light in the witch's eyes slowly subsided and disappeared, transforming her into the appearance of a harmless young girl.

She looked at Qingyangzi, whose eyes were vacant.

"who am I?"

Qingyangzi's voice was hoarse and hollow: "Master!"

The woman nodded with a cold smile and then asked...
"Who are you?"

"I am Qingyangzi! Qingyangzi of the Shushan Sword Sect!" Qingyangzi answered hollowly.

"Then focus on being your Qingyangzi and don't let anyone see through your disguise." The witch seemed to be giving an order, her eyes flashing with a purple light.

As soon as he finished speaking, Qingyangzi, whose eyes had been unfocused, suddenly had his pupils contract rapidly, and his complexion returned to normal.

The witch gazed at her "masterpiece," her smile growing even brighter. She couldn't wait to see the ceremony at Cloud Peak tomorrow. It was sure to be a spectacular event!

A smile played on her lips, and then she vanished without a trace from the room.

...............

The next day, dawn broke.

In the courtyard of the Yun family mansion, a door opened with a "twig," and a handsome young man with a face like jade stepped out.

He wore a white robe with wide sleeves, and a small sword was embroidered on the cuff.

It was Ji Wuming.

Ji Wuming walked out of the room, carrying a saucer with several neatly folded clothes inside.

Today is the day of the Grand Ceremony for bestowing the seal at Yunding Mountain, so these people should dress formally and properly.

He went to deliver clothes to his master, Qingyangzi!
Ji Wuming walked a few steps to the next room, holding a cup in one hand and gently knocking on the door with the other.

"Master, have you gotten up yet?"

He knocked twice but heard no response. Looking puzzled, he was about to listen carefully when he heard his master Qingyangzi's voice coming from inside the room.

"It's Wuming, come in!"

Upon hearing the sound, Ji Wuming pushed open the door and entered. After passing the screen, he saw his master, Qingyangzi, getting up from the bed, looking quite well.

"Your disciple greets Master."

"Did Master sleep well last night?"

Ji Wuming saw that Qingyangzi seemed to have just woken up, his eyes lit up with joy, and his voice was filled with surprise.

As his master's chief disciple, he and Qingyangzi were like father and son. He knew best about his master's condition after the last incident. He was plagued by nightmares when he went to sleep, and his mind was unstable, which led to exhaustion and aging. Every time he woke up at night, his eyes were bloodshot.

As his disciple, he saw this and was anxious. He tried all sorts of methods for his master, but they either worked temporarily or had adverse effects on his body, resulting in more harm than good and little effect.

"Hmm, perhaps it's because he drank and chatted with friends last night, so he slept quite well," Qingyangzi said calmly.

Upon hearing this, Ji Wuming was pleased. He quickly stepped forward, first placing the cup containing the clothes on the small table by the bedside, then went to the bedside and helped his master up.
"That's good!"

"However, why are you sleeping fully clothed again?"

"Today is the investiture ceremony, you need to change your clothes. The clothes are here for you."

"I've taken these clothes off for you."

Outside, Ji Wuming is a chivalrous and righteous young hero with integrity and talent, but this familiar demeanor is the result of his daily care for his master after Qingyangzi fell into misfortune.

As Ji Wuming muttered to himself, he stood behind his master and took off Qingyangzi's coat. When he pulled off the last sleeve and turned it inside out, his eyes quickly noticed a smear of crimson on the inside of the right sleeve.

He was puzzled at first, but after rolling up the clothes, he could see what was on them.

Above it was a single character written in blood—"Chen"!
Suddenly, Ji Wuming's pupils contracted! (End of Chapter)