Mu Anxiao snorted, "Why should I save him? This demoness was created by him, so he should clean up his own mess. I..."
"What you? No matter what, if anything happens to him, you won't escape responsibility." The Yin Messenger interrupted.
"Such a hassle. You say that about me, but you went in yourself."
"Stop the nonsense and hurry up." The Yin Messenger urged, looking at the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy who was being bitten on the arm by the white-haired woman and crying out in pain.
Hearing the pained screams, Mu Anxiao’s skin crawled. She opened her palm, which was shrouded in black mist, and rushed forward. She grabbed the boy's arm and said, "You'd better remember that I saved your life."
"Mm, ahhhhhhh." The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy responded with a loud cry.
Mu Anxiao narrowed her eyes and used her other hand to push the white-haired woman's head. Finally, she released her bite.
"That's strange. She's just a demon soul, how could she bite you? And hurt us?" Mu Anxiao asked, looking at the blood flowing from the boy's arm with confusion.
The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy's legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground.
Mu Anxiao glanced down at the boy, then looked up at the white-haired woman who had retreated half a step and was staring at her fearfully. "Aren't you very powerful?"
"Aow ao..." The white-haired woman shrieked erratically.
Mu Anxiao bent down and grabbed the boy's uninjured arm. "If you want to die, stay here."
Hearing Mu Anxiao's words, the boy quickly stood up, leaning on her strength, and said painfully, "You want me to leave?"
"The fact that she can bite you proves you can no longer control her. In other words, you'll only enrage her here. It's better for you to get lost now," Mu Anxiao said coldly.
The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy had always believed his cultivation was formidable, but after witnessing the recent events, he saw his reality more clearly, and recognized his own limitations.
"Thank you." With that, he walked to the door, supported by Mu Anxiao. Mu Anxiao glanced at the white-haired woman, who remained motionless, then quickly opened the door and shoved the boy outside.
The crowd gathered at the bottom of the steps outside dared not approach as they saw the boy emerge, especially noticing the blood streaming from his arm.
"Why were you inside?" the middle-aged man asked.
The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, his face pale, walked down the steps and said, "Master, I..."
"You didn't possibly corrupt the deity you brought back, did you?" the girl interrupted the boy.
"You... you ungrateful disciple." The middle-aged man pointed at the boy.
The boy began to weep, "Master, I'm in pain. Please save me!" He knelt at the middle-aged man's feet.
"A worthless disciple like you is better off dead." The middle-aged man stepped aside, gesturing to the woman who stepped forward. "The facts prove that he stole your demon beast to refine that deity. Now, use your demon beast to kill him. The final sin will only fall upon the deity inside who caused him harm, and your demon beast can also improve its techniques through this."
"Father, what is a demon beast?" the girl asked, confused.
Those around them were also bewildered.
The middle-aged man scanned the surroundings. "Because we are mortals, our ancestors tried for a long time to achieve immortality but failed. Recently, your senior sister discovered that we can achieve immortality by borrowing the power of monsters. However, the prerequisite is to provide the monsters with abundant spiritual energy so they cooperate with us."