The Villain's White Lotus Halo

Edited by Vaishu

第66章 向这苍天问个道理。

Chapter 66 Asks the sky for a reason.

The more Yin Biyue thought about it, the more he felt like laughing at him.

Suddenly, he and Luo Mingchuan leaped into the air, and together with the newcomer, they flew up into the air.

Behind them, the collapsed mountain forest rapidly shrunk, and Xing Shan Temple, which had collapsed in the buddhist hall, also flashed across.

The speed was too fast, and the wind whistled past his ears. The white mist that assaulted his face made him unable to see the face of the person in front of him clearly.

“Before ... ...”

“Senior.”

He sat on the cloud, wanting to say thank you, but the cold wind blew in and made his teeth chatter.

The person in front of him also realized that something was amiss and casually brushed his sleeves.

Yin Biyue realized, they were still flying in the air. However, the wind had quieted down and the cold air had also dissipated, as if there was an invisible barrier covering them.

There were so many surprises of the day that he thought his mental capacity had improved greatly.

However, when he saw the young face of the white-clothed swordsman, the word ’senior’ instantly became stuck in his throat, unable to be uttered no matter how hard he tried.

The youth stood in the clouds, looking down at him with his chin raised. “Fourth Bro, aren’t you happy to see me?”

....

Master.

....

“Master.”

....

This time, Yin Biyue was completely speechless.

Why? This person who looks to be about my age, he is the number one tyrant in the world I’ve heard of ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...

Master?

This blow is comparable to the passage of the wrong script.

He said in a daze, “Happy, happy.”

If he wasn’t master, who could carry me away like this?

If one looked more carefully, it was indeed very similar to the image on the top of Lilisoft Peak.

He was only twenty years younger.

The Sword Saint smiled, his sword-like brows relaxed, giving him a certain charm to him.

Yin Biyue came back to his senses, the more questions came to mind.

What relationship did Senior-apprentice Brother have with the Demon Saint?

This matter was known to both the head of the school and Xing Shan Temple, but how much did his master know?

He heard that his master went to the meteorite valley because something happened there?

Was there really a monster in the meteorite pit?

There was also his Lacustrine Sword, which clearly had an extraordinary background. Had his master made a mistake in passing the sword?

Or had Eldest Brother made a mistake?

It couldn’t have mutated on its own, could it?

If there was anyone in this world who could answer these unanswered questions, then this person must be the Sword Saint.

But at the moment, all this is far from being important –

“Master!”

“Senior-apprentice Brother Luo, he was severely injured ...”

As soon as the statue of the Sword Saint saw his disciple carrying a person in his arms, he calmly leaned over and carelessly closed his door, “Hmm ...”

“I won’t die.”

Instead, he smacked Yan Ziyue on the shoulder.

The more he felt, the more his master’s palm landed on him. His spirit was shaken, and he felt indescribably comfortable. It was as if all the big and small wounds had healed quickly.

However, he still frowned and said worriedly, “But Senior Brother is currently unconscious ...”

The Sword Saint pulled down the expression of an elder who was disappointed and disappointed. Of course, if he were to change his expression to that of an old man with a white beard, it would be even more intimidating.

The more Yin Biyue turned, the higher his cultivation level was.

Number One Under Heaven, since he said he was fine, he naturally had to trust his master.

The Sword Saint waved his hand.

“When he wakes up, he’ll depend on his own fate. If I force him into action, he’ll turn into an idiot even if he wakes up ....”

“Tsk, don’t hug me so tightly.”

As he thought, his heart aching, Ol ‘Four followed him so quickly and was determined to die.

The entire sect was filled with honest people. Only the fifth brother was as smart as me, but unfortunately, he still had a lot of bad things on his mind at home.

Tsk, the future is worrying.

Riding on the wind, travelling a thousand kilometers in the blink of an eye.

Looking down from the clouds on the vast horizon of the mountain gate, in the ten thousand mountains of gold and dark green see the jade-green flowers, there is a great sense of pride looking down on the world.

The more Yin Biyue thought about it, the more his heart filled with emotion.

It was spring when he came out of the mountains and entered the world, but it was already late autumn when he returned.

Before he went to the Flawless Flower Club, he had never thought that so many things would happen. He had even thought that he would not be able to come back after so many times.

Without seeing how the Sword Saint moved, the clouds and mist beneath his feet gently descended.

In the hands of Sect Master Zhengyang and Jun Yu, Cang Ya’s protective magical formation was the first to know of any movement.

The two of them were currently standing in front of the residence of the Sword Saint in the small courtyard with one of them carrying a sword while blowing their beards.

Jun Yu bowed respectfully, “Master.”

At the same time, Zhengyang Zi strode over and received the person from Yin Biyue, “Aiyo, my first disciple!”

“What’s going on, why are you jumping around when you’re out!”

Sword Saint ignored him and pushed open the gate, causing the dust to rustle as it fell.

He had no choice but to raise his hand and cast a Art of Avoiding Dust. He then turned to his eldest disciple and said, “Cough, some days I haven’t returned ...”

“You’ve grown taller as well, even taller than me.”

Yin Biyue seriously corrected him, “Not some days, but one hundred and three years, seven months, and fifteen days.”

The more he found out, the more surprised he became. The more stylish his master looked, the more embarrassed she became.

Then, he changed the topic and looked at Luo Mingchuan with a solemn expression, “First go clear the He Palace and discuss the important matters.”

After Zhengyang Zi activated the ‘Cangya Medallion’, the group of people arrived at the main peak, Qingfeng of Xi Men, and the main hall, placing Luo Mingchuan in the inner hall.

When Wei Jingfeng had entered the Vast Expanse Mountain, Zheng Yangzi had been his senior brother.

However, in his eyes, this junior brother’s personality was too unsettling. He would easily cause trouble when he went out and risk his life.

Fortunately, his cultivation base had become high enough to become a saint, and no one could provoke him.

At this time, as Zhengyang Zi looked at the eldest disciple lying on the bed, he felt as if he had returned to those days where he had been angered to the point of vomiting blood by Wei Jingfeng. He trembled and asked, “What’s going on here?”

The Sword Saint’s words were as succinct and infuriating as ever. “I don’t know.”

Seeing that the white-bearded grandpa was about to lose his breath, Yan Yu hurriedly stood out to explain.

From the moment they entered Xing Shan Temple, aside from the illusion experience of the temple in the abyss, he had already told the rest.

After all, his master was here, and it was very possible that he was too lazy to speak if he said he didn’t know. He was not sure if there was anything he could hide from the eyes of the saints.

Finally, he concluded, “Senior brother wanted to treat my illness, so he went to Xinjian Temple. It was my fault.”

“Right, Master appeared at the last moment and saved us.”

When everyone heard this, they were silent for a moment.

Zheng Yangzi stared at him, “What does this have to do with you? It’s the bald donkeys of Xing Shan Temple that have a screw loose.”

“You actually still have the face to write a jade slip and tell me that all of their buddhist temples and houses have collapsed, do you expect us to compensate you?”

The more Yin Biyue was shocked, the more surprised he became. Xingshen Temple’s million-year foundation was on such a large scale that even if all of the formations were destroyed, it wouldn’t be this way.

He subconsciously looked towards his master.

Swordsaint said calmly, “It’s convenient.”

It was as if his face said, ‘I was the one who did it, I can’t accept it.’

The Eldest Senior Brother’s expression was also bad as he coldly said, “What Buddhism? You’re being merciful.”

Yin Biyue was getting more and more helpless. Why didn’t anyone pay attention to the fact that he couldn’t die a million years ago, the reincarnation of the Demon Lord Mo Changyuan, and the possibility of his senior brother becoming a fiend?!

Aren’t you shocked?

Wasn’t this supposed to be heavy?!

Dot!

What?!

Sword Saint seemed to know what Yin Biyue was thinking, “It’s not important whether he’s possessed or not. What’s important is whether or not he’s him.”

Zhengyang also realized the danger of this. “So that is to say, when he wakes up, it might also be the Demon Lord?”

The main hall fell silent for a moment.

Finally, Sword Saint said, “That will depend on his own willpower.”

After hearing this, Zheng Yangzi breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had some confidence in Luo Mingchuan and said irresponsibly, “That’s no problem. Alright, everyone can leave now.”

The more shocked Yin Biyue was, the more shocked he was that his master actually agreed and prepared to leave.

This was a huge matter!

Do you guys really have no problems with being casual like this?!

The Demon Lord knew that even if he didn’t think highly of him, he would still cry to death!

“Second Junior Sister went to the Floating Sea to protect Fifth Junior Brother. Third Junior Brother never came back.”

The more he knew that his senior sister must have seen the farewell letter sent back by the chatterbox, the more he worried and went to find her.

As for Third Senior Brother, he should ...

Still hiding from Young Clan Master Song?

Thinking about this, he suddenly felt that his eldest senior brother was alone on the mountain, and still ...

It was a little pitiful.

Yin Biyue continued, “Master’s yard hasn’t been cleaned yet, so you might as well stay at my place first.”

Swordsaint let out a ‘oh’ sound and left with him.

Before he left, he turned around and asked, “Fourth Bro, why don’t you go back and rest?”

Yin Biyue shook his head, “I will stay with Brother Luo.”

The Sword Saint did not say anything else and left with a look of disappointment on his face.

Zheng Yangzi, on the other hand, was full of pride and satisfaction as he walked away with a light heart.

The more Yin Biyue added the lotus pattern incense burner, the more soothing the sweet melons ice fragrance.

Smoke rose up into the air, and only his reflection could be seen on the blue tiles in the empty inner hall.

As the sun went down, he lit a lamp and sat in front of the bed, staring at the person on the bed.

Senior Martial Brother’s recovery ability was indeed astonishing. All of his wounds had already healed, and his face was brimming with vitality.

His face was very gentle, as if he had fallen asleep.

But when his master said he would wake up, it was all due to personal fate.

Perhaps it was just like how his senior brother was struggling against something in the zen state.

When you win, when you wake up.

However, the Sword Saint could not help him either. This was a war for him alone.

He could only watch helplessly, powerless to do anything.

He suddenly remembered that his senior brother had taken care of him more than once when he was unconscious.

Finally, it was his turn to look at his senior brother, although he couldn’t help him in any way.

A bell sounded from the mountain far away, and the laughter of the disciples of the Vast Expanse Mountain from the Duty Hall could still be heard.

It was all the same.

He was very happy to see his master today and to return to Cangya Mountain. He was also very happy to see his eldest senior brother break through to the next stage.

These were people and things that were very important to him in this world.

In the future, whenever he needed something, he would fight for it with his sword.

But what about his senior brother?

The more he thought about it, the more panic he felt.

He realized that he was already used to relying on his senior brother.

The night they left Ye City, their senior brother had clearly said that ‘cultivation and life have always been a matter of one person’.

But he still wanted to leave with his senior.

Just like this whole journey, they cultivated together, trained together, and went to many places together. They handed over their backs to each other in order to face powerful enemies and unknown dangers.

In the dead of the night, the moon was high in the sky, and a cold light scattered all over the ground.

He walked to the high level outside the hall and blew on it. As he watched the bright moon pass by Mang Qing Shan, his chaotic thoughts gradually calmed down.

When he turned around, he saw that Zhengyang was also standing on the stairs. His back was slightly bent, and under the moonlight, it seemed that the wrinkles on his temples had deepened.

The more Yin Biyue called out to the Sect Leader, the more he waved her hand, indicating that he didn’t need to bother with him.

After a long time, Zheng Yangzi suddenly spoke, his hoarse voice drifting in the night wind.

“Actually, I knew it a year ago.

But I don’t believe it.

At that time, he was thinking, “Even if I take ten thousand steps back, even if he is, can I still throw my disciple away?”

The more Yin Biyue knew that he was talking about the Demon Lord.

“I don’t understand. Why him?”

What’s wrong with this child?

“This fate will fall on him ...”

Asking the Heavens for the truth was very unreasonable.

This was because too many struggles and hardships of the human world could be explained by ‘this is life’.

It wasn’t that Zheng Yangzi didn’t understand, but he was not the imposing Sect Master, but rather a master who might lose his disciple.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized.

“There will be a way.”

“Trust me, senior apprentice-brother, when he wakes up.”

He said it firmly.

It was as if speaking of such a small matter wasn’t a problem for his senior brother at all.

“That’s right, there will always be a way.”

The more he heard, the more he looked up and saw Sword Saint sitting on the eaves of the hall, the corners of his robes fluttering in the wind. The Eldest Senior Brother was holding his sword and standing beside him.

He laughed.

There were a lot of things I didn’t understand, but they didn’t matter now.

They all believed in their senior brother. Together, they would contend against the heavens’ fate and face the turmoil of the unknown world.

Ask the heavens a reason.