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Wen Yubai replied, "It's nothing."

The man's smile remained unchanged as he reached out without warning and lifted the paper off the table.

Wen Yubai frowned and pushed his hand away.

"What do you want from me?"

While waiting for the other person's reply, he folded the paper, intending to put it in the drawer.

As I turned around, my arm was suddenly grabbed.

Wen Yubai's eyes sharpened, and he skillfully broke free from the other party's grip.

"What are you doing...?"

The words stopped abruptly the moment they met those eyes.

In an instant, he knew who he was looking for.

He tried to back away from him, but found that the air around him seemed to have frozen, making him unable to move.

The next second, a sharp pain came from my abdomen.

"Pfft—Pfft—"

Wen Yubai groaned, staggered backward, clutching his aching stomach, and struggled to lift his eyes.

"you……"

The man smiled broadly, his tone light and casual.

"Brother Wen, you were looking for me, weren't you? You've gone to so much trouble."

He squatted down next to Wen Yubai, slowly pulled out the dagger, and then took the paper from Wen Yubai's hand.

"Oh dear," he said, pointing at the paper with regret, "I marked so many names, how come I was the only one left out?"

He took the dagger, dipped it in warm blood, and made a light stroke on the paper.

A crimson line of blood runs across three words:

Shen Ranxing.

He casually tossed the paper aside, then bent down and used the tip of his dagger to lift the jaw that was taut with pain.

Wen Yubai gritted his teeth, his breathing rapid, his eyes filled with resentment and anger.

"I didn't intend to kill you."

Shen Ranxing's voice was very low, like a lover's murmur.

"But why do you keep ruining my plans?"

"I forgive you for not killing Ye Fuguang in Qingshui Town."

"Lin Qingdeng should have died in Linyuan City, but you saved her. This is the second time."

"At Luoyan Mountain, Ye Fuguang was doomed, yet you still showed up."

Shen Ranxing reached out and touched his trembling lips with his thumb, slowly wiping away the blood.

It's absolutely gorgeous.

"it's beautiful."

"No wonder Yun Zhaoting couldn't bear to kill you; even I can't bring myself to do it."

He gently placed the dagger into Wen Yubai's palm.

Wen Yubai's vision was already blurred, and his life was rapidly slipping away due to blood loss.

I could barely hear what he was saying anymore.

"But things shouldn't happen more than three times, Brother Wen. You're really putting me in a difficult position."

Shen Ranxing walked towards the door, his voice falling softly:

"Don't worry, I won't leave you alone for long. They will all accompany you on your journey."

Wen Yubai used his last bit of strength to lift his eyes and stare intently at the disappearing figure.

In a daze, my image overlapped with that person's.

An idea exploded in his mind.

That image etched into my very bones...

He will never forget it.

-

News of Wen Yubai's death reached the Demonic Sect and the Moon Shadow Pavilion.

Reports indicate that he committed suicide after being humiliated in the Yun family.

Ye Fuguang's injuries had not yet healed, and his blood rushed to his head, his eyes widened in horror, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Su Han stood there stunned, the medicine bowl in her hand falling to the ground.

"How could this be...?"

On the other side, when Yue Wuhen learned the news, the pressure around him instantly dropped to the lowest point.

His hatred for the Yun family father and son reached its peak.

He could no longer contain himself and, no longer wanting to devise any perfect plan, immediately issued the order.

The same applies to the Demonic Cult.

They launched a full-scale attack on the Yun family almost simultaneously.

The Yun family has always been known for its upright family traditions and enjoys a high reputation in the martial arts world.

Logically speaking, when the Yun family suffers a calamity, the other righteous sects would never sit idly by.

However, for some reason, the information was blocked and altered. By the time they actually learned about the Yun family's situation, they were already unable to come.

The Yun family was isolated and helpless.

The sounds of battle shook the heavens, and blood stained the blue bricks.

The sounds of swords clashing, blades piercing flesh, and the dying cries intertwined, forming a web of despair.

The three faced off in the courtyard.

Yun Zhaoting's white clothes were stained with blood, almost turning them black, and his hair was disheveled.

He held his sword against Ye Fuguang, looking disheveled but exuding a resolute will to die.

"Ye Fuguang, today... I will take your life."

"Heh," Ye Fuguang sneered, "That's what I should be saying."

But Yue Wuhen, who was standing to the side, was not a kind person. He would not kindly let them settle their blood feud first.

He's not a gentleman either; being outnumbered two to one never makes him feel ashamed.

"Yun Zhaoting".

A cold voice came from beneath the mask.

"Your father caused my family to be destroyed and my family to die, leaving me to wander from childhood."

"Now you've ruined Ah Bai too! You and your father, the Yun family, are truly hypocrites and deserve to pay with your lives!"

Yun Zhaoting retorted sharply, "This is utter slander! My father was a chivalrous man throughout his life; he would never do such a thing!"

Before the words were even finished, Yue Wuhen had already made his move, and Ye Fuguang simultaneously swung his sword and charged forward.

Two against one, they unleashed all their deadly moves, leaving no room for maneuver.

If Yun Zhaoting only faced Ye Fuguang, he still had a chance to win, but with the addition of the treacherous and unpredictable Yue Wuhen...

"boom--"

He was struck in the chest with a palm, sent flying backward, and crashed heavily to the ground.

A sweet, pungent taste rose in his throat, which he swallowed. He stood up, trembling, leaning on his sword.

Seeing that the two men were about to unleash their deadly attacks again, with no way to avoid them, he gave a bitter smile.

He ignored Yue Wuhen and only stared at Ye Fuguang. Even if he died, he would not let him get away with it!

"Stop! Spare his life!"

A clear female voice rang out.

The woman, her dress stained with blood, ran from the corridor.

When Yue Wuhen's gaze fell upon her, his pupils dilated.

How could that be? He clearly slit her throat with his own hands; there was absolutely no chance of her survival.

Before he could ponder this strange turn of events, he heard Lin Qingdeng drop a bombshell.

"Yue Wuhen, you idiot! Yun Zhaoting is your own brother, and Yun Tiannan is your father."

"impossible!"

Yue Wuhen roared in rebuttal, but his voice trembled.

"Yun Tiannan killed my parents, how could I possibly be his son?!"

Lin Qingdeng asked expressionlessly, "Is there a cinnabar-like red mole above your left chest?"

Yue Wuhen's body stiffened.

Yun Zhaoting also suddenly looked at him, his eyes filled with disbelief and surprise.

His mother did tell him that his younger brother had a red birthmark.

Yue Wuhen's fingers trembled as he touched the edge of the mask.

"Click."

The mask fell off.

Yun Zhaoting's breathing stopped, and he murmured, "Mother?"

He stared intently at that face, his voice hoarse.

"They look so alike..."

Yue Wuhen looked at his reaction, then at her own hand that had somehow touched her left chest.

What else is there to say?

"I was wrong... I was wrong..."

He muttered to himself, as if talking about himself, or perhaps about this absurd thing.

Ye Fuguang, who was standing to the side, watched the whole scene of the brothers recognizing each other with a cold eye, his murderous intent still undiminished.

What brother? He wants Yun Zhaoting dead right now.

The sharp sword lashed out at Yun Zhaoting.

"Yue Wuhen! What are you daydreaming about? Your brother is about to die!" Lin Qingdeng shouted as soon as he saw this.

Yue Wuhen suddenly came to his senses and leaped up.

A crisp "clang" sounded.

The sword blade blocked Ye Fuguang's attack.

Ye Fuguang twisted his wrist, changing his slash into a thrust.

Even in his prime, he might not be able to defeat the ruthless Yue Wuhen, let alone now that he is still recovering from internal injuries.

After several rounds of fighting, Yue Wuhen forced him to retreat repeatedly.

Continuing to argue would be pointless, so Ye Fuguang's eyes darkened, and he simply gave up on Yun Zhaoting.

He feinted with his sword, withdrew, and retreated, turning to the place where the spirits were kept.

Yue Wuhen looked at Yun Zhaoting, whose breath was faint on the ground, and then glanced at Ye Fuguang's figure.

Ultimately, I didn't get distracted and chase after it.

-

After the battle, in the inner courtyard of the Yun family.

Yue Wuhen leaned against the wall alone, his eyes lowered, his expression unreadable.

Inside the room, the sounds of doctors busily treating patients could be heard, and basins of bloody water were being brought out.

He dared not look.

Light footsteps.

Lin Qingdeng approached, her face calm, as if the battle just now had nothing to do with her.

Do you want to save Wen Yubai?

Her words were like a stone falling into the still pool of my heart.

Yue Wuhen slowly lifted her eyelids.

His pupils were focused on the woman, and his hoarse voice carried a hint of numbness.

"How can we save him? He's already dead..."

He paused halfway through his sentence.

The woman he killed with his own hands is now standing right in front of him.

Isn't that the best example?

Demons or ghosts.

"What do you want me to do?"

Lin Qingdeng said something softly.

After listening, Yue Wuhen replied with an "okay".

Perhaps it was because the night was so beautiful that he looked up at the moon in the sky.

"Could you please deliver a letter for me?"