Bat Prince, roaming the heavens

Dongfang Bubai froze.

He glanced down at the sword blade at his neck, then slowly raised his head to look into Yuan Suiyun's empty eyes.

"Let go...let go..."

A faint hissing sound mixed with blood and foam escaped from his throat. Dongfang Bubai could no longer speak, but Yuan Suiyun understood what he meant.

In his final moments, the only thing he couldn't let go of was Yang Lianting, and he hoped that Yuan Suiyun would spare his life.

"I respect the Grandmaster of the Eastern Cult." Yuan Suiyun's voice was deep and calm, sounding particularly cold under the clear moonlight. "But Yang Lianting is a wicked man who has bewitched the Grandmaster and wreaked havoc on the cult. Tonight, he has also made provocative remarks. He deserves to die and has no one to blame but himself."

Upon hearing this, Dongfang Bubai's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his lips moved, but he only managed to utter a muffled breath.

He wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a word. The light in his eyes faded away like the tide in an instant.

Yuan Suiyun slowly drew his longsword, and blood gushed out, staining his pink clothes red.

Dongfang Bubai swayed, finally unable to hold on any longer, and fell backward, landing heavily among the rose petals.

Almost simultaneously, Ren Yingying's short sword cleanly and swiftly sliced ​​through Yang Lianting's throat.

Yang Lianting's eyes widened, and a low whimper escaped his throat as blood gushed from the wound.

His body swayed violently twice, then he stumbled forward several steps, falling right next to Dongfang Bubai.

Two corpses lay side by side among rose petals, their crimson bloodstains mingling with the deep red petals.

At this moment, there was an indescribable sense of melancholy and destiny.

Bao Dachu was the first to react, and immediately bowed to Ren Woxing and Ren Yingying: "Congratulations, Master! Congratulations, Holy Maiden! Today you have eliminated the traitor and restored your great position. From now on, our Divine Sect will be awe-inspiring throughout the world and will unify the martial arts world."

This person was extremely shrewd and knew that Ren Woxing was now blind and that the immense power on Blackwood Cliff would inevitably fall into Ren Yingying's hands in the future.

Therefore, in this impassioned congratulatory message, he did not hesitate to add the name of the Holy Maiden.

Huang Zhonggong, standing to the side, was pale and his expression was extremely complicated.

He looked at Dongfang Bubai's gradually cooling corpse in the flowerbed, recalling the grudges and grievances of the past twelve years, and in the end, it all turned into a long, melancholy sigh in his heart.

He closed his eyes and bowed down along with Bao Dachu.

Xiang Wentian struggled to get up from the ground. His acupoints on his chest were sealed, and half of his body was still somewhat stiff, but he still knelt on one knee, clasped his hands and said, "This subordinate congratulates the sect leader on his return to the throne."

Ren Woxing slumped down beside the artificial hill, his hands covering his eyes, the blood already congealed into dark red scabs.

He didn't speak or react at all, as if Bao Dachu's impassioned eulogy had nothing to do with him.

The atmosphere became somewhat awkward for a moment.

Bao Dachu knelt on the ground, stealing glances to see Ren Woxing's reaction, but seeing that he was motionless, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

If Ren Woxing took his anger out on him because his eyes were destroyed and his personality had changed drastically, then his flattery would have backfired.

Just as he was feeling uneasy, Ren Yingying spoke up to help him out of the predicament.

"Everyone, please rise." Ren Yingying's voice was cold, yet carried an undeniable authority. "The sect leader is seriously injured and needs to heal first. We can discuss these formalities later."

"Yes! Yes! The Holy Maiden has made a wise decision!" Bao Dachu felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He quickly stood up, stood to the side with his hands at his sides, and dared not say another word.

Ren Yingying walked to Ren Woxing's side, slowly squatted down, and gently took her father's trembling arm with her soft hands, saying softly, "Father, let me help you back."

Upon hearing his daughter's voice, Ren Woxing's withered lips moved slightly.

After a long while, he nodded slightly, groped in mid-air and grabbed Ren Yingying's arm, using the leverage to slowly stand up.

Due to his inability to see and the intense emotional turmoil, his body swayed violently, and he almost fell over again.

Ren Yingying and the quick-witted Xiang Wentian immediately took his left and right sides and supported him tightly.

Ren Woxing remained silent, letting the two men support him as they stumbled along the dark secret passage.

Even though his great enemy, Dongfang Bubai, is dead, he can no longer see him!

However, it's strange.

On the contrary, just as Dongfang Bubai said before his death, a strange, almost numb calmness had arisen in the depths of Ren Woxing's heart at this moment, and he didn't even want to say a word.

Bao Dachu followed closely behind the three men, his expression obsequious.

Before stepping into the secret passage, Ren Yingying paused slightly, turned around, and gestured to Huang Zhonggong to stay behind and look after Yuan Suiyun. Then, she helped her father disappear into the dim shadow of the oil lamp.

Yuan Suiyun bent down, took out a thin copy of the "Sunflower Manual" from Dongfang Bubai's pocket, and put it into his bosom.

"Master Zhong, please do the work and bury them together," Yuan Suiyun instructed.

Huang Zhonggong nodded in agreement.

"After today, you should not stay at Blackwood Cliff," Yuan Suiyun continued. "Go back to Plum Manor, pack your things, and find a truly secluded place to live in seclusion. Oh, by the way, I left you a few good musical scores at Plum Manor as a parting gift."

"Thank you, young master. Your kindness is immeasurable, and I, Huang Zhonggong, could never repay it even if I were to die! I will follow your teachings for the rest of my life and never set foot in the martial world again!" Huang Zhonggong bowed respectfully, his eyes filled with gratitude.

As Yuan Suiyun emerged from the secret passage, he smelled a faint scent of blood.

Ren Yingying walked over and whispered something in Yuan Suiyun's ear.

It turned out that they had planned to temporarily conceal the fact that Ren Woxing's eyes had been blinded, and let him continue to serve as the leader of the Sun Moon Cult, while the specific affairs of the cult would naturally be handed over to Ren Yingying and Xiang Wentian.

This was merely a stopgap measure devised by Ren Yingying. After all, her father, who considered himself a great and powerful figure, would never allow himself to face the members of the sect with a crippled body that had lost both eyes.

As for the bloody smell that Yuan Suiyun smelled, it was because they silenced Bao Dachu to keep it a secret.

"That's fine too." Yuan Suiyun nodded slightly and didn't say anything more.

He understood that Bao Dachu knew too much, and since he was not Ren Woxing's trusted confidant, he was bound to be suspected.

Moreover, Bao Dachu's eagerness to pledge his loyalty just now might have hit Ren Woxing's sore spot.

It can only be said that his cleverness backfired.

"In addition, I would like to ask Brother Yuan to give Father some guidance." After explaining everything, Ren Yingying sighed with worry and her voice fell completely low.

Yuan Suiyun was silent for a moment, then said, "My uncle is resolute and not like ordinary people. Give him some time, and he will get through it."

"But his eyes..." Ren Yingying bit her lip, a sudden sparkle appearing in her eyes, as if she had thought of something.

However, she didn't say anything more. After personally leading Yuan Suiyun to a secluded room to rest, she went back to attend to the affairs of the sect.

For her and Xiang Wentian, tonight was destined to be a sleepless, bloody night.