"Sect Leader..."
A group of Wind Flower Snow Moon Sect disciples were heartbroken, their tears falling like a broken string of pearls. Their Sect Leader, to save them all, had held the rear alone, and had thus died prematurely.
The Grand Elder of the Moon Sect wept, having thought that by clinging to Ji Mo, the Wind Flower Snow Moon Sect would soar to unprecedented heights and forge glory.
Little did they know, Ji Mo had not even truly ascended to the position of Sect Leader before perishing like this.
It was truly a cruel twist of fate; how could such a good person be lost so soon?
Engulfed by the black hole, not only would there be no remains, but even the soul would turn to nothingness, leaving absolutely nothing behind. Such a death was truly tragic.
Yan Zhi was filled with regret. If she hadn't tricked Ji Mo into becoming the Saintess of the Moon Sect, Ji Mo wouldn't have faced this calamity.
A master like Mr. Ji should have lived a brilliant life, yet he died so obscurely.
Bai Jingjing, her eyes streaming with tears, said mournfully, "You sacrificed yourself to save us. If only I had been a little braver back then and drugged you to sleep with you."
Ling Lan wiped her tears, her eyes red, "I know you like to catch me. As long as you can come back alive, I'll let you do whatever you want..."
Ying sobbed, choked with emotion. If Ji Mo could be safe and sound, she would do anything.
"Hey, why are you all crying for nothing? Saintess Bai, if you want to sleep with my master, just say it. Don't resort to drugging. And Saintess Ling Lan, my master has always been pure. You should restrain yourself a little and stop thinking about taking advantage of him every day."
Xuan Yang appeared. After learning what had happened, he uttered these words.
Master was dead?
He naturally didn't believe it.
Moreover, he had similar experiences. Last time in the Profound Spirit Realm, Ji Mo was ambushed by a heavenly demon and exploded on the spot, yet he was still alive and well.
"Alright, stop crying. From now on, in the days when Master is not here, I will temporarily manage the sect's affairs on his behalf. Please rest assured, everyone, I will do my utmost to take good care of all the sisters."
As Ji Mo's disciple, Xuan Yang felt it was his duty to share his master's burdens.
He looked around at the many young and beautiful disciples of the Wind Flower Snow Moon Sect, and the seeds of love began to sprout in his heart.
Could this be a gesture of care from his master, intentionally creating opportunities for him to find a partner?
With so many beauties in the Wind Flower Snow Moon Sect, wouldn't it be a matter of minutes to successfully find a partner?
"You heartless sissy! The Sect Leader has died a heroic death, yet you are not sad, and you are coveting the position of Sect Leader. You deserve a beating."
A group of Wind Flower Snow Moon Sect disciples flew into a rage, swarmed forward, pinned Xuan Yang down, and began to beat and scratch him.
Poor little Xuan Yang never expected that the scene he had always fantasized about, surrounded by beautiful women, would turn out like this. He couldn't handle it.
In the end, he begged for mercy while explaining, thus avoiding a tragic fate.
However, his face, which was as beautiful as the moon and flowers, was covered in scratches, showing how much hatred women had for his appearance.
"That's true. The Sect Leader's divine skills are peerless, so he should be fine. Sisters, there's no need to worry."
Yan Zhi finally breathed a sigh of relief, then directly extinguished Xuan Yang's hopes. "Actually, it's not that I don't believe you can manage the sect's affairs well, but the Sect Leader had previously suggested that you wear women's clothing and intended for you to be the Saintess of the Moon Sect in his stead. You flatly refused at the time. Therefore, you are not qualified to interfere in the sect's affairs now."
Seeing Xuan Yang's dumbfounded expression, and then his chest-pounding and foot-stomping, Yan Zhi felt a surge of secret delight.
It wasn't that she wouldn't allow Xuan Yang to manage the Wind Flower Snow Moon Sect, but remembering that this fellow had once said, "I don't want to harm the world, I just want to harm the lovely young ladies of the Wind Flower Snow Moon Sect," Yan Zhi was naturally unwilling to let this fellow meddle in the sect's affairs.
At this moment, Xuan Yang's intestines were turning green with regret.
Once, the opportunity to become the Sect Leader of the Wind Flower Snow Moon Sect and command thousands of beautiful maidens was placed before him, but he did not cherish it. It was only after losing it that he deeply regretted it.
There is no greater pain in the world than this. If he could have a chance to do it all over again, he would undoubtedly put on women's clothing without hesitation.
The pain was too great.
Xuan Yang clutched his chest, regretting his past actions.
Lang Qihong was also heartbroken.
He dragged his half-crippled body and successfully escaped back to his residence.
This time, he was completely defeated.
He thought he was the oriole, but he didn't expect Zhen Zhen and Ji Mo, who were more insidious than each other.
Especially Zhen Zhen, the sixth in line was truly fitting. For years, she had played him in the palm of her hand, deceived his feelings, and ruined his kidneys.
To be precise, it was the Heart Devouring Demon that did it.
But he decisively chose to ignore it, preferring to accept being toyed with by an old woman rather than being ravaged by the Heart Devouring Demon, a creature of unknown gender.
"Dad, what's wrong?"
Lang Qing was extremely shocked to see Lang Qihong, covered in blood and flesh, escape back.
He clearly hadn't expected that in Jinxiu Prefecture, someone could beat Lang Qihong so miserably.
Looking at the heavily injured Lang Qihong, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in the depths of his pupils, but reason still suppressed the evil thoughts in his heart.
"It was Ji Mo and Zhen Zhen, those two bastards, who harmed me. But Zhen Zhen is already dead, and that Ji fellow is probably reduced to ashes by now."
A hint of schadenfreude flashed in Lang Qihong's eyes, convinced that Ji Mo would ultimately not escape the clutches of the Heart Devouring Demon.
After all, with the seal broken and all demons appearing, no matter how powerful Ji Mo was, he would only have a dead end.
"Saintess Ji is dead?"
Lang Qing was struck by lightning, his mind going blank.
The woman he loved the most was dead?
At this moment, he felt his life was completely bleak.
"Heh, good riddance, he deserved to die."
Lang Qihong gritted his teeth, believing Ji Mo brought it upon himself.
After all, it was this brat who broke the seal and released those demonic creatures.
When the entire Immortal Spirit Realm is plunged into misery, it will all be Ji Mo's fault. His death is not enough to appease the public anger.
"It was you, it must have been you, you old bastard, who killed my Ji Bao."
Lang Qing's face contorted, he directly pulled out a dagger and fiercely stabbed it into Lang Qihong's heart.
Blinded by hatred, Lang Qing ultimately committed a monstrous act, patricide.
It seems that stabbing the heart is a long-standing tradition in the Lang family; they always ambush others by stabbing them in the heart.
Lang Qihong's eyes widened in anger, and a large amount of blood foam gushed from his mouth. Already severely injured, this blow would undoubtedly be his final blow.
"Rebellious son, you actually committed such a heinous act for a man."
Lang Qihong tightly grabbed Lang Qing's collar, almost unable to resist and take him down with him in his dying moments.
But in the end, he was still soft-hearted. After all, this was the only descendant of his Lang family, and he still couldn't bring himself to do it.
He released Lang Qing, his face filled with self-mockery. "Cough, cough... I, Lang Qihong, was once a powerful figure, yet I never imagined I would end up like this. I was played by a Heart Devouring Demon, and my son was seduced by a man. What sins have I committed? If there is an afterlife, I swear I will not take shortcuts, I will not rely on others, and I will honestly start from scratch through my own efforts."
As a person on the verge of death, Lang Qihong had come to terms with it.
If he hadn't engaged in so much scheming and manipulation, and had been honest, his achievements might not have been inferior to his current status, and he wouldn't have met such a tragic end.
"What man? Saintess Ji is clearly a girl."
Lang Qing vehemently refuted, but his heart suddenly turned cold, sensing that something was wrong.
"A girl? Idiot, you've been tricked by him. Ji Mo is a man, a man who eats soft rice."
Lang Qihong was so angry he almost vomited blood, wishing he could strangle Lang Qing to death.
He didn't hate Lang Qing for patricide, but he couldn't stand Lang Qing being so foolish, being played by Ji Mo.
"Good for you, Ji Mo. When it comes to schemes and manipulating people's hearts, you are the most ruthless. I thought I was cunning and treacherous, but I overestimated myself. Compared to you, let alone me, even the Heart Devouring Demon is probably just a weakling. You are so insidious..."
Lang Qihong tilted his head and his legs stiffened, his eyes wide open in death, unable to rest in peace.
"Impossible, how could Ji Bao, who is so cute, be a boy?"
Lang Qing ignored Lang Qihong's corpse and stumbled out of the door.
Although Lang Qihong said Ji Mo was dead, he still felt he had to go to Ji Mo's residence to find evidence and uncover the truth.
Xuan Yang, who had always been misunderstood by the lecherous old men outside as Saintess Ji, was drowning his sorrows in wine in a garden pavilion, utterly drunk.
He had drunk a bellyful of yellow liquid and urgently needed to urinate.
In his dejected state, he paid no mind to etiquette, directly pulled down his pants, and urinated towards the flowerbed.
Lang Qing, who had just arrived, witnessed a scene so unforgettable that it would require a lifetime to heal, his eyeballs nearly popping out on the spot.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he let out an extremely grief-stricken roar, "Liar, a big liar... Revenge, I must get revenge... Ah..."