Master Tai Chi retracted the black and white Tai Chi sword, and with a sweep of his gray robe, all the Tianyi Sect disciples underground fell onto a Tai Chi Liangyi diagram.
"After the matter in Tianmo Palace is over, if fellow Taoist Fu Cang has some free time, why not think about how to appease the fellow Taoists at Shanhai Academy. It's time for us to return to the sect and report."
When Lin Qi heard this, she suddenly realized.
She said that the ancestor just came to heaven and earth to cross the immortal spring, how could he know so many things?
I bet she accepted the sect's mission and came to help Venerable Jin'an take people back.
There really aren't that many coincidences in the world.
After being reminded by Master Tai Chi, Master Fu Cang finally remembered Shanhai Academy where his disciples were almost dead.
As soon as his eyes turned, the old scholar and venerable master of Shanhai Academy had already boarded an open book with the only two remaining Miaomiao, and was about to leave.
Seeing his gaze coming over, the old scholar blew his beard and glared at him, obviously filled with hatred.
I'm afraid I'm going to go back and file a complaint.
Fu Cang: "..."
"Wait!"
"Wait!"
Venerable Fu Cang raised his hand and shouted to the old scholar of Shanhai Academy. Lin Qi also spoke at the same time.
She and Venerable Fu Cang spoke at the same time, attracting everyone's attention.
Adhering to the concept of respecting the elderly and loving the young, Lin Qi raised her hand in a gesture of invitation to Venerable Fu Cang.
"Speak first."
The atmosphere was a little weird for a while.
Venerable Fu Cang withdrew his gaze and shouted to Han Yuanzi: "Fellow Daoist Han, this matter is serious and involves the relationship between the two sects."
"Your two disciples just said they had never seen other disciples. It does not mean that the other disciples of Shanhai Academy really died."
Han Yuanzi twitched the corners of his mouth with a smile, his white beard showing a sense of depression and ridicule.
"What do you think, Fellow Taoist Fu Cang?"
After all, Venerable Fu Cang also has a certain say in Bihai Pavilion.
Now that Venerable He Yuan has offended Venerable Tai Chi to death, if Bihai Pavilion and Shan Hai Academy are not at odds with each other again, who knows what will happen in the future if they don't resolve the hidden danger earlier?
"We, Bihai Pavilion, are willing to send monks into the Heavenly Demon Palace to look for people!"
Venerable Fu Cang looked around and added: "We will definitely bring out all the surviving disciples in the Demon Palace!"
Han Yuanzi was slightly moved.
Luo Ci, who had been suppressed on the flying magic weapon, suddenly opened his mouth, "There is no living person!"
Everyone's eyes focused on him.
There was a bit of seriousness on Luo Ci's fair face.
He repeated it again seriously, "The monks from outside are running away and dying. There is no one left alive in the Demon Palace!"
The tone was extremely certain.
As soon as the words fell, the faces of everyone in Shanhai Academy sank like black coal.
The look he looked at Venerable Fu Cang was particularly unkind.
Venerable Fu Cang let out a low voice, "What nonsense are you talking about?!"
Luo Ci glanced at Lin Qi from the distance, and then his eyes fell on Master Tai Chi.
He suddenly opened his mouth and imitated Lin Qi's aggrieved look, "Ancestor, I was right!"
There is a faint fragrance of tea.
Master Tai Chi was still smiling.
Lin Qi calmly introduced from the side, "Ancestor, that is my third junior brother, Luo Ci."
Master Tai Chi seemed to be familiar with it, and nodded slightly, "Can you sense what is going on in the Demon Palace?"
Luo Ci glanced at Lin Qi subconsciously, and then nodded obediently, "After getting the Heavenly Demon Scepter, I can sense some of the situation in the Heavenly Demon Palace."
Lin Qi: "..."
She didn't understand what Luo Ci's look meant.
Venerable Fu Cang had some heartache for a while, always feeling that he had been unlucky recently and was at odds with Tianyi Sect's destiny.
Facing the unkind eyes from all around, Venerable Fu Cang carried Venerable He Yuan and the other Bihai Pavilion monks away in a hurry as if he was running away.
They walked too fast and looked like they were running away.
The other sects looked at the back of the Bihai Pavilion monk, wanting to laugh a little, but also feeling uncontrollably angry and sad.
Seeing that the people from Shanhai Academy were about to leave with a deep and depressed aura, Lin Qi quickly called to stop them.
"Please stay here!"
Her clear voice was a bit abrupt at this moment.
Lin Qi stopped talking nonsense this time. She opened the storage space and arranged a batch of corpses neatly.
They also included the corpses of several Nascent Soul cultivators from Bihai Pavilion.
Lin Qi was afraid that the hatred value would be too high and someone from Bihai Pavilion would target her, so she didn't take it out.
Now that everything is clear, it's her turn to collect the debt!
She picked up people along the way and also picked up a lot of corpses. Some of them she couldn't tell which sect they belonged to, so she simply laid them out neatly for them to claim on their own.
Dozens of corpses were lined up and covered with white cloth, which was quite a deterrent.
She behaved humbly and calmly.
"Seniors, I led these fellow Taoists all the way out of the Heavenly Demon Palace, and helped many fellow Taoists collect their corpses. However, my strength is limited, and I don't know how many of them are sect disciples."
As soon as he finished speaking, many of the other three disciples' eyes turned red.
One of the monks who came to take charge of the situation shouted loudly: "Tong'er!"
A group of monks who were far away stepped forward one after another, their steps showing great urgency.
One by one, they fell next to the corpse, their eyes red and the tips of their noses sore.
Except for the four solitary Nascent Soul corpses in Bihai Pavilion, the other corpses were surrounded by people.
Names were called out one by one, and cries of suppressed mourning were heard one after another.
Looking at the group of people crying, Lin Qi couldn't help but sigh.
Master Tai Chi suddenly turned his head and asked her softly: "But does it make you feel uncomfortable?"
Lin Qi: "..."
She hesitated for a moment and decided to answer honestly,
"Disciple regrets it again. The body should have been taken out before Venerable Fu Cang left."
Lin Qi also added a high-sounding sentence, fearing that walls have ears and some people would feel alienated after hearing this.
"At least this way they have a place to vent their grief and anger."
Master Tai Chi turned his head and glanced meaningfully at his disciple.
The moment Lin Qi finished speaking, there were obviously a lot of cries that paused, followed by even more angry cries, with a bit of forbearance.
The true Lord of Transformation, who was originally called Tong'er, was holding the body of a young girl with red eyes.
"I'm going to kill those beasts in Bihai Pavilion!"
"The child I worked so hard to raise died tragically at the hands of others, and there's nothing I can do?!"
The monks around him quickly tried to dissuade him.
There are many monks who have the same reaction.
There was a lot of weeping, a wailing chaos.
In the beginning, for the benefit of the sect, how many people suppressed the hatred in their hearts and were forced to forget everything?
The initial struggle of resistance was suppressed.
I thought time would dilute the pain of losing friends, relatives and classmates.
But seeing familiar corpses placed in front of them, even Mahayana monks couldn't remain indifferent.
They were once fellow apprentices, sisters, brothers, or grandparents.
We had practiced together, competed together, maybe quarreled and fought together, and our relationship was both close and bad.
Now there is a separation between yin and yang.
