After guarding the gates for a hundred years, I drove the Heavenly Saint to madness.

That tent, located deep within the camp, now seemed like an entrance to hell.

The intense stench of blood, almost tangible, wafted out from behind the lifted curtain, sending chills down one's spine.

Jiang Ziya slumped in the pool of blood, staring blankly at the inhuman corpse before him, his lips trembling but unable to utter a sound.

Just then, a golden light stumbled and landed in front of the tent.

Guang Chengzi was startled by that piercing scream.

He was recovering from his injuries when he heard Ju Liusun's voice. His heart pounded, and ignoring the excruciating pain in his chest, he mustered his strength and rushed over.

"Junior brother!!"

Guang Chengzi rushed into the tent, stumbled, and almost fell.

When he saw the scene on the ground, the leader of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect felt a "buzz" in his head and the world spun around him.

Is that still the shrewd and calculating Ju Liusun?

At this moment, Ju Liusun's eyes had become two dark, bloody holes, his chest had exploded, his heart and liver were shattered, and the blood flowing from his seven orifices had already congealed into black.

On that distorted face, there were still traces of extreme terror and confusion before death.

died.

Ju Liusun, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect and a Great Luo Golden Immortal, died in his own military camp, his death as tragic as that of a vengeful ghost in the mortal world.

"How could this happen... how could this happen?"

Guang Chengzi reached out his hand, trembling, wanting to touch the corpse, but stopped in mid-air.

He suddenly turned his head, his crimson eyes fixed on Lu Ya Dao Ren standing to the side.

An uncontrollable rage instantly overwhelmed his reason.

"Lu Ya!!"

With a roar, Guang Chengzi, drawing strength from who knows where, lunged forward and grabbed Lu Ya by the collar of his bright red Taoist robe.

"Is this what you call foolproof? Is this what you call killing without a trace?"

Guang Chengzi spat all over Lu Ya's face, his expression twisted like a demon:

"Why was it my junior brother who died? Why was it that the straw effigy, which was worshipped for twenty-one days, was the one that ultimately died, but Ju Liusun? Tell me!"

"Did you collude with the Jie Sect all along, deliberately setting a trap to harm my Chan Sect disciples?!"

Faced with Guang Chengzi's questioning and pulling, Lu Ya's initially shocked expression instantly turned cold.

He was the crown prince of the ancient demon court, the master of the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife, and a quasi-saint!

Normally, it's one thing to give the Chan Sect some face, but now this Guang Chengzi actually dares to grab his collar like a shrew?

"Let go!"

Lu Ya snorted coldly, and the True Sun Fire around him suddenly surged.

boom!

Guang Chengzi was already severely injured, and he couldn't withstand such a shock. He was thrown back several feet and crashed into a pillar of the tent, spitting out another mouthful of blood.

Lu Ya slowly straightened his crumpled collar, his eyes cold and disdainful:

"Guang Chengzi, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want."

"When I perform my spells, every step follows the rules of the Seven Arrows of Nailhead Book without the slightest deviation."

"You saw it when Jiang Ziya shot the arrows; every arrow hit its mark. The cause and effect have been established."

At this point, Lu Ya glanced at the corpse on the ground, a mocking smile playing on his lips:

"As for why it was Ju Liusun who died, humph, you can only blame your Chan Sect for your bad luck, allowing someone to take advantage of your weakness!"

"Xiao Wuji's methods are extraordinary; he was able to forcibly transfer the cause and effect of certain death onto someone else within the great formation."

"I've never even seen such methods before. Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt its debtor. You couldn't protect your junior brother, yet you blame me?"

"you--!!"

Guang Chengzi was so angry that he trembled all over, and his finger pointing at Lu Ya was twitching.

He knew, of course, that this might be Xiao Wuji's doing, but he couldn't accept it!

Those were the Twelve Golden Immortals, the direct disciples of the Primordial Heavenly Lord. Now they died so mysteriously, it could even be said that they died because of their stupidity. How could he explain this to his master?

Someone has to take the blame for this!

"Lu Ya! This matter started because of you, and you can't just walk away! If you don't give me an explanation today, my Chan Sect will fight you to the death!" Guang Chengzi roared fiercely.

Upon hearing the words "fight to the death," a cold glint flashed in Lu Ya's eyes.

He took a deep look in the direction of Jiepai Pass.

That Xiao Wuji is too strange.

Not only does he understand the great formations of the Witch Clan and can collect innate spiritual treasures, but now he can even manipulate the law of cause and effect, which involves the rules of heaven, at will.

This kind of person is an absolute bottomless pit.

Furthermore, the accidental killing of Ju Liusun has created an immense karmic entanglement. If this continues, I fear I might even perish here myself.

"Explain?"

Lu Ya sneered, and the red gourd in his hand swayed slightly, the killing intent of the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife faintly appearing.

"I am a hermit from Xikunlun, not a subordinate of your Chan Sect. I am also a victim of today's events, having wasted twenty-one days of my energy and spirit."

"Since this is a matter of cause and effect, then it has nothing to do with me. Now that this matter is settled, I will take my leave!"

After saying that, Lu Ya didn't give Guang Chengzi any chance to react.

boom!

A long rainbow shot into the sky, directly ripping off the tent roof. Lu Ya transformed into a streak of light, disappearing into the horizon at a speed as if fleeing for his life.

The way he looked made it seem as if a demon was chasing him.

Clearly, Lu Ya also knew that the Chan Sect was not to be trifled with. After all, their magic originated from him, and if Yuanshi Tianzun found out, he would most likely cause him trouble.

In this situation, he did not return to Xikunlun, but instead headed towards the Nuwa Palace in the Outer Heavens. At this point, only Nuwa could offer him some protection.

"Lu Ya! You treacherous and despicable man!!"

Guang Chengzi chased after the disappearing rainbow outside the tent, and seeing it, he was so angry that he spat out another mouthful of blood, and his whole body swayed as if he were about to collapse.

But he knew he couldn't catch up.

Moreover, now is not the time to pursue Lu Ya.

Guang Chengzi turned around, looked at the miserable corpse in the tent, and then glanced at Jiang Ziya, who was still slumped on the ground, completely lost. His heart turned cold.

This mess has really blown up.

The fall of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, and to die from such a vicious method as the Seven Arrows of Nailhead, is something that even he, as the eldest disciple, cannot cover up.

"Ziya".

Guang Chengzi took a deep breath, his voice terribly hoarse.

Jiang Ziya trembled and raised his head blankly: "Senior Brother, I..."

"This matter has nothing to do with you; it's Lu Ya's problem. You just need to keep the morale of the troops stable."

"Block the news and hold the main camp at full strength. No matter how Jiepai Pass challenges us, we must not take a single step out!"

Guang Chengzi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a resolute look on his face.

"I fear I may leave Junior Brother Sun's body behind; guard it carefully. I shall now return to Kunlun Mountain..."

He looked up at the distant, ethereal Kunlun Mountains, his eyes filled with fear and helplessness.

"Go and ask your master to make a decision."

As soon as he finished speaking, Guang Chengzi mustered his remaining magical power, mounted a somewhat shaky beam of light, and flew eastward without looking back.