When I woke up, the entire cultivation world was talking about my master.

Bi Deng turned to Yi Chen and the others, his face already covered in sweat.

"Immortal Lord Jixue, esteemed fairies and immortals, I, Bi, swear to Heaven that I truly knew nothing of this matter!"

"These wicked creatures have concealed their identities and lurked for years; their intentions are despicable! Their half-demon bloodline is violent and uncontrollable. I beg you all to lend a hand, slay the half-demon, and rescue my son—"

Before he could finish speaking, the half-demon man suddenly threw his head back and burst into laughter, his laughter as mournful as weeping blood.

It sent chills down your spine.

"Old dog Bi, you're really desperate."

"Don't you know what this thing around my neck is? Ha, half-demon blood is violent and hard to control... Didn't you already find a wonderful way to control us?" After he finished laughing, he took off his hood and pointed to the collar around his neck.

Only then did everyone finally see what the "herb gatherer" looked like.

It was a weathered face, and also a very ordinary face.

Compared to his face, the blue crystal necklace around the man's neck was far more eye-catching.

Chu Xianlan frowned as she stared at the deep blue crystal, feeling that it looked increasingly familiar.

It wasn't because of his occupational hazard as a weapon repairman; he had just seen this thing not long ago.

If I'm not mistaken, this is... Thousand-Frozen Cold Iron?

Judging from the half-demon's words, Biteng not only raises a group of half-demons, but also has the ability to suppress the madness in their bloodlines. It's this piece of Thousand-Frozen Cold Iron that makes the half-demons unable to resist...?

...How could that be?

A half-demon can be controlled by a human? This is unheard of!

"puff--!"

With a muffled thud, before everyone could recover from the shock, Biteng suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood. Whether from the shock or not, he collapsed and lost consciousness.

Baoyue exclaimed, "What happened to him?"

The physician from the Xuan Yang Sect knelt down to take his pulse, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper. After a moment, he raised his head and shook his head with a solemn expression.

"His spiritual energy is disordered, his heart meridian is severed... He's dead."

"What!?"

The crowd erupted in uproar.

"They were talking just a moment ago, how could they suddenly—stop, stop breathing!?"

Upon hearing this, Bi Shi on the high platform was practically bursting with rage.

He could no longer cry, staring in disbelief at his father lying motionless on the ground. After a long while, he finally cried out in anguish, "Father—!"

Bitden's death was too bizarre and hasty.

He was, after all, a city lord with cultivation, and no one dared to kill him. How could he just die like that?

Other monks with some medical knowledge rushed forward to examine the patient, but without exception, the diagnosis was that there was no chance of recovery.

Biden is really dead.

The half-demons on the platform were also stunned.

Clearly, no one expected this outcome.

A deathly silence spread. Suddenly, the half-demon who had been holding Bi Shi hostage reacted, his voice trembling violently as he stammered, "Dead...hahaha...dead! What goes around comes around! Even the heavens couldn't stand my evil deeds anymore! You old dog Bi, you've finally met your match!!"

"You're talking nonsense! How could my father possibly... possibly..." Bi Shi roared at him, not even daring to utter the word "death".

"Retribution, this is retribution!!"

The situation was changing rapidly, and everyone's expressions varied as they quickly calculated what was happening in their minds.

At this moment, the half-demon before them is the greatest threat.

Regardless of whether they are controlled by others or what kind of persecution they have suffered, such a large number of half-demons gathered together is a dangerous force in itself. If they were to launch a collective attack on the sea of ​​consciousness or revert to their original forms, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Some of the monks present quietly gripped their weapons.

Spiritual energy surged, and the atmosphere was tense enough to ignite at any moment.

"Don't come any closer!"

The thin, half-demon man sensed the hostility of the crowd and immediately tightened his grip, causing Bi Shi to let out a bloodcurdling scream.

"We've never harmed anyone! Let us go!"

"If you—if you dare take one more step closer," a resolute glint of ferocity flashed in his eyes, "I'll drag his son down with me!"

"Being merciful to half-demons is being cruel to ourselves! Don't be bewitched, strike first! Attack together!!" a rogue cultivator roared.

As soon as he finished speaking, three or four rogue cultivators and disciples from small sects could no longer contain themselves and rushed forward. They were not Bi Deng, so of course they didn't care about Bi Shi's life. They were even more afraid of the calamity that the half-demon might bring and only wanted to eliminate him as soon as possible.

However, to everyone's surprise, these half-demons were truly powerless to resist.

Let alone launching a terrifying attack on the mind's sea.

They could only be described as utterly powerless, completely incapable of fighting back, no different from ordinary people without spiritual power.

When swords and blades strike, one can only stagger and dodge. When magic attacks, one can only flee in disarray.

Soon, a half-demon who had fallen to the ground was pierced through the heart by a sword, and died on the spot after a shudder.

"He's dead already?"

The rogue cultivator who made the move probed his aura and looked shocked.

Killing a half-demon is such an easy thing?

Now, many cultivators who were initially hesitant were eager to try their luck.

That's a half-demon!

Just killing one of them is enough to brag about for years to come!

"Charge! Let's wipe out the half-demon!"

"Don't let them get away!"

Amid the commotion, many people rushed out one after another.

Chu Xianlan stared blankly and in shock, unsure of how to feel.

He recognized the half-demon who had just died; it was the herb gatherer he had rescued from the jaws of a demon beast not long ago.

For everyone in the cultivation world, eliminating half-demons is a deeply ingrained righteous belief and an absolutely correct thing to do. So what feelings could he possibly have?

There was actually no smell of blood around; all that lingered in the air was the clean, faint fragrance emanating from my master.

But he always felt that thick, unyielding blood energy was everywhere, making it hard for him to breathe.

He raised his head and looked at his master.

Yi Chen, however, was not looking at him.

The master stared ahead, his face indifferent, making it impossible to see the emotions in his eyes.

When Yi Chen lowered his head again, he gently placed his large palm on the back of Chu Xianlan's head, his cool fingertips slowly stroking through her soft hair.

Chu Xianlan paused.

He didn't speak, but simply reached out his small hand and gently grasped Yi Chen's hand that was stroking his hair. He took it away and then grasped it tightly again.

On the other side, the disciples of Xuan Yang Sect and Tian Jian Sect remained motionless, suddenly realizing the near-massacre before them, a chilling feeling creeped into their hearts.

Even a faint sense of relief arose in my heart.

Fortunately, their senior brothers and sisters did not order a pursuit.

Most of these disciples were pure of nature. They came to Youxin Valley with their senior brothers and sisters as a normal training exercise, thinking that at most they would encounter some fierce monsters and fight them to broaden their horizons.

Who would have thought... I would see such a scene?

Murder—no, murdering half-demon, is that how it is?

The hellish scenes unfolded all around them. A resolute tear flashed in the eyes of the thin, half-demon man. He tossed Bishi aside, looked at his panicked companions behind him, and hissed:

"Peach Blossom Spring...you must...go to Peach Blossom Spring!"

The next instant, a blinding blood-red light erupted from his body!

Everyone scrambled back, someone shouting, "Oh no! He's going to self-destruct his demon core!"

At this critical moment, the half-demon suddenly froze in place.

In an instant, a layer of ice climbed up his legs and covered his body. He didn't even have time to activate his self-destruction before he was completely frozen in place.

Chu Xianlan looked over in surprise.

It was Master who made the move.