Chapter 437: Chapter 437

437: Chapter 423: Uninvited Guests 437: Chapter 423: Uninvited Guests Fang Geyu had thoroughly realized that this man had always trusted and protected his disciple from the beginning to the end.

Even after confirming that Zhisu’s death had a direct connection with the witch Arao, he didn’t even continue to press for answers.

Fang Geyu couldn’t understand what kind of solid foundation this trust was built upon.

But she felt that whether it was trust or love, one should only give seventy percent, keeping thirty percent in reserve.

If one were to give their whole heart completely, they would inevitably pay a horrific price.

At this moment, the faint traces of blood in his sleeve that even Yun Rong had not noticed were the best proof.

She had clearly seen it.

After he stepped out of the tent and without anyone noticing, he had looked down, covered his lips, and let out a silent cough, and that’s when his sleeve turned red.

It seems that during the time they had found the witch Arao, it wasn’t just the incident of her severing her own legs that had happened.

That night, chaos arose anew.

Taiqi Mountain, which had annihilated three thousand True Demons, should only have had a few low-level minor demons, but during the quiet of the night, the camp’s defenses were breached.

The invading Demon Clan was powerful, obviously a formidable Great Demon, and despite everyone’s efforts, they couldn’t stop her.

This woman with her disfigured face came suddenly, and her attack left dozens of Sword Sect disciples dead or injured within a few breaths’ time.

Even a few of the Thirteen Swords were injured, such terrifying power was almost on par with Jun He.

But even so, she was one demon alone; no matter how formidable her strength, in the face of the overwhelming numbers of Righteous Cultivators, what turmoil could she possibly cause?

Quickly, the female demon was caught in the net amidst the surrounding assault.

“I really didn’t expect that, besides Jun He, there would still be demons with such strength hidden within the Demon World,” said Jun He, the number one sword of Tianxi.

His expression showed fear, and on his chest were three fierce gashes of flesh and skin, speaking with apparent difficulty due to the serious internal injuries.

The Heavenly Seal Sword Master looked at the disheveled woman lying within the golden light of the demon-suppressing Sword Array, frowning slightly.

He had observed the earlier battle closely; the woman’s crazy and seemingly reckless attack, in fact, hid her target.

If the Sword Array hadn’t been activated in time, she would have actually made it all the way into the tent.

Her target was actually Arao.

He could see it, and among the crowd, there was no shortage of sharp-eyed individuals.

Someone with a grave expression stepped forward immediately, “Sword Master, I feel female demon seemed to come specifically for your disciple Arao?”

The anger in his voice was because this attack had severely injured many of his disciples.

If this demon really had some filthy connection with that female demon of Tianxi, she must have come to save her.

By this reckoning, the grave injuries on his disciples were all because of the witch Arao.

Jun He narrowed his eyes immediately, his expression growing dark, “What do you mean by that, Huang Tingjun?”

Huang Tingjun obviously didn’t dare to show disrespect towards the Sword Master, but he was also indignant that a demoness could mix in among their Righteous Immortal Sect and cause trouble, having provoked many bloody incidents yet still being protected, he angrily said:

“In this world, nothing can escape the principle of reason.

Indeed, the various bloody incidents that have occurred in these past days have yet to produce clear evidence proving this woman’s collusion with the Demon Clan, harming our Immortal Sect’s brethren.

But these mysteries remain unsolved, how can the departed rest in peace?”

“Huang Tingjun speaks the truth,” someone immediately agreed.

“Regardless of whether or not this woman is responsible for these crimes, conducting a thorough investigation sooner is always good.”

The Heavenly Seal Sword Master’s expression remained unchanged, his gaze calm, “How would you like to investigate?”

Huang Tingjun pointed at the female demon within the Sword Array, saying gravely, “It’s simple.

If the demon truly came to save the Sword Master’s beloved disciple, risking such great danger to break into so many Immortal Sect forces, it shows that there must be a deep connection between the two.

If the Sword Master’s beloved disciple truly wants to prove her innocence, it’s simple too—let her kill this demon by her own hand, gouge out the Demon Pill, and use it to pay tribute to the fallen Heroic Spirits and warriors.

Then I will believe that she is truly a turned disciple of Tianxi.”

Upon his words, many nodded in agreement.

Even Jun He, who had been frowning with a stern face, took on a contemplative look, turning his gaze towards the Sword Master.

It goes without saying for the disciples under Tianxi; the existence of the witch Arao was like an irritating thorn in their side that they could not remove.

Because of her presence, the pure reputation of Tianxi Sword Sect was doubted and discussed numerous times in the shadows by the righteous sects.

If she was indeed innocent, it would be good to shut these people up.

But if she really was a spy sent by the Demon Clan, taking this opportunity to eliminate her wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

The Sword Master looked at the crowd pressing in black masses before him, along with those bright, glaring eyes directed at him.

He lowered his eyelids, the darkness in his eyes capturing the pre-storm quiet of suppressed tension.

Yun Rong, who had been standing beside him, shifted her feet, ready to speak out, but he stopped her with a hand.

He raised his head, and the moonlight of the deep night cast on his face, his cold white skin like translucent jade, emitting a faint chill.

The charcoal fire within the tent was no longer raging, no one attended to stoke it, and a thick layer of white ash covered the glowing embers, plunging the room into a dim and murky silence.

Arao had no desire to sleep; she lay on the bed, her thoughts somewhat scattered as she stared at the tent ceiling.

By then, the commotion outside seemed to lessen somewhat, as if the gathered crowd had dispersed.

The curtain lifted, and her master walked in.

The finger resting on the blanket twitched slightly, and she managed to twist her neck with some difficulty to look at the man standing against the backlight, moving her lips but failing to utter a single word.

“Did you hear the commotion that just happened?”

“Master wants me to kill her?” Arao’s voice was dry and hoarse.

He noticed how severely cracked her lips were and remembered she hadn’t eaten or drunk for several days; his brows furrowed, and he walked to the desk to pour a cup of clear water and handed it over.

She cautiously held the cup, slowly sipping water to soothe her aching throat, her fingers fumbling nervously around the rim of the cup.

He didn’t answer her question but asked in return, “Do you recognize the uninvited guest who barged in today?”

Arao’s fingers stiffened.

Without speaking, she simply shook her head.

His gaze grew colder, “Is that so?

Perhaps my eyes deceived me.

Is she not the cook who usually takes care of the disciples’ meals on Nanshan within Tianxi?”

Arao’s face turned pale, and the porcelain cup suddenly slipped from her grasp—water splashing onto the damp bed.

Her powerless hands slowly clenched into convulsive curls as her body started trembling fiercely, her head bowing lower and lower, not daring to meet his gaze.