Sect Leader Jiang always spoke with a hint of sarcasm, but this time, the person he was mocking was not someone else, but himself.

Suddenly, he said, "I'm sorry."

Wei WuXian was stunned for a moment, then said, “…You don’t need to say sorry.”

At this point, it’s impossible to say who is sorry to whom.

Wei WuXian added: “Consider it my return to the Jiang family.”

Jiang Cheng raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, looking at him with red eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "...Give me back my father, my mother, and my sister?"

Wei WuXian pressed his temple and said, “Forget it. It’s in the past. Let’s not talk about it anymore.”

This wasn't something he liked to revisit. He didn't want to be forced to recall the feeling of being pierced while awake, nor did he want to be forced to repeatedly emphasize what kind of sacrifice it was and how much it cost.

If this matter had been exposed in his previous life, he would most likely laugh it off and comfort Jiang Cheng: "It's really no big deal. Look, I've been without that golden elixir for so many years, but I'm still doing well. I can beat whoever I want to beat, and kill whoever I want to kill." But now, he really didn't have the energy to act so nonchalant.

To be honest, he is really not that free and easy.

Is it so easy to let go of this kind of thing?

impossible.

At the age of seventeen or eighteen, Wei Wuxian was actually as proud as Jiang Cheng. He once had strong spiritual power and extraordinary talent. He could slack off all day and climb walls to cheat people all night, but he could still be far ahead and leave other fellow disciples who worked hard behind by eighteen streets.

However, whenever he tossed and turned in the dead of night and couldn't fall asleep, thinking that he would never be able to reach the top in the orthodox way in this life, and would never be able to use that amazing sword that would make others stare in amazement, he would feel much better if he thought in reverse: if Jiang Fengmian hadn't brought him back to Lianhuawu, he might never have been able to become an immortal in this life, and would never have known that there was such a mysterious and magnificent way in the world. He would have been just a gang leader who lived on the streets and ran away when he saw a dog, or she would have been herding cattle and stealing vegetables in the countryside, playing the flute, and living a ragtag life, with no way to practice, let alone the chance to form a pill.

Just think of it as a reward, or atonement. Just think of it as if I had never received the golden elixir.

After I have counseled myself in this way many times, I seem to be able to be as free and unrestrained as I appear on the surface. By the way, I can also half-seriously praise my own state of mind in my heart.

But that was in the past life.

Wei WuXian said, “Uh, you…don’t always remember it. Although I know that with your personality, you will definitely remember it forever, but, how should I put it…”

He held Lan Wangji's hand tightly and said to Jiang Cheng, "Now I really feel that... it's all over. It's been too long. There's no need to dwell on it anymore."

Jiang Cheng wiped his face vigorously, wiped away his tears, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.

At this time, Nie Huaisang, who was covered with Lan Xichen's outer robe, slowly woke up. He cried out a few times, struggled to get up, and asked in a daze, "Where am I?"

Unexpectedly, when he got up, he saw Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji sitting on a cushion tightly together, and the Yiling Patriarch was about to sit on Han Guangjun's legs. He screamed on the spot, as if he was about to faint again. At the same time, a strange hissing sound came from behind the main hall of the Guanyin Temple, as if something was sprayed out. A moment later, the group of monks who were digging the ground also screamed in unison.

The expressions of several people in the hall suddenly changed. After a moment, a slight pungent smell drifted out. Lan Xichen covered his face with his sleeves, and a hint of worry appeared between his brows. Then, two figures stumbled out.

Su She supported Jin Guangyao, both of them looked pale, and the wailing in the back of the hall continued. Su She said: "Master, how are you?!"

Jin Guangyao's forehead was slightly sweaty, and he said, "It's nothing. Thanks to you just now."

His left hand was hanging down and he couldn't lift it up. His whole arm was shaking, as if he was trying to endure the pain. His right hand reached into his arms and took out a medicine bottle. He wanted to open it, but it was inconvenient to do it with one hand. Seeing this, Su She hurriedly took the medicine bottle, poured out the pills and put them in his palm. Jin Guangyao lowered his head and swallowed it, frowning, and his brows quickly relaxed.

Lan Xichen hesitated for a moment and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Jin Guangyao was slightly startled, and then a trace of blood rushed to his face. He forced a smile and said, "It was a moment of carelessness."

He took out the powder and sprinkled it on his hands. A red patch appeared on the back of his left hand to the wrist. Looking closely, the skin looked like fried cooked meat, with all the texture rotten. Jin Guangyao tore off another piece of his snow-white shirt, his fingers trembling slightly, and said, "Minshan, tie my wrist tightly."

Su She asked: "Is it poisonous?"

Jin Guangyao said: "The poison is still flowing upwards. Don't worry, just take a breath and it will be forced out."

After Su She treated his wound, Jin Guangyao wanted to go to the back of the hall to check. Su She hurriedly said, "Sect Master, let me go!"

The pungent smell gradually dissipated, and Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji stood up together. They saw a high mound of earth next to a deep pit, and a rather exquisite coffin was placed diagonally beside it, with a black box on top. The two things had been opened, and thin white smoke was slowly escaping from it. The pungent smell was the white smoke, which must be a deadly poison. There were corpses lying on the ground beside the coffin, all of them were the monks who had just dug hard, and now they had turned into rotten corpses. Even the gold star snow wave robes and monk robes on their bodies were corroded to only charred fragments, which showed how toxic the white smoke was.

He rushed to the front and used his sword energy to disperse the remaining poisonous smoke, and the tip of his sword flicked at the black box. The iron box turned over, and there was nothing inside.

Jin Guangyao couldn't hold it in any longer, and staggered to the edge of the coffin. The blood color that had just recovered faded away completely in an instant. From his expression, it was clear that the coffin was also empty.

Lan Xichen came over and saw the tragic scene behind the palace. He was shocked and asked, "What on earth did you bury here? How could this happen?"

Nie Huaisang only took one look and was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and retched non-stop. Jin Guangyao's lips trembled, but he could not speak. A bolt of lightning struck down, illuminating his face with a pale white. His expression was so terrifying that Nie Huaisang shuddered and did not even dare to vomit loudly. He covered his mouth and shrank behind Lan Xichen, shivering, not knowing whether it was because of the cold or fear. Lan Xichen turned back to comfort him a few words, but Jin Guangyao did not even have the energy to act gentle and amiable as before.

Wei WuXian said, “Zewu-Jun, you are wrongly accusing Sect Master Jin. The things here were not buried by him at all. Even if he had buried them originally, they should have been replaced by someone else by now.”

Su She pointed his sword at him and said coldly, “Wei Wuxian! Did you do something wrong?!”

Wei WuXian said, “It’s not that I’m not modest. If it was me, your Sect Master would have injured more than just one arm. Sect Master Jin, do you still remember the letter Qin Su brought to you on the Golden Scale Terrace?”

Jin Guangyao's gaze slowly shifted towards him.

Wei WuXian said, “It was Bicao, Madam Qin’s former maid, who told Qin Su about your good deeds. But do you believe that there was no one behind the scenes who pushed Bicao to tell the truth? And who rescued the girl Sisi whom you locked up? Who taught her to go to Yunmeng Jiang Sect with Bicao and reveal your secrets in front of everyone? Since he was able to find out all your secret past, Master Jin, and came here first to replace the things you wanted to dig up with poisonous smoke hidden weapons, and gave them to you when you came over, how could this be impossible?”

At this time, a monk said: "Master, the soil here shows signs of being turned over. Someone dug in from the other side!"

As expected, someone got there first. Jin Guangyao turned around and punched the empty coffin. Others couldn't see his expression, but could see that his shoulders were trembling slightly.

Wei WuXian smiled and said, “Master Jin, have you ever thought that tonight you are the mantis, but there is also a yellow bird. The person who has been staring at you, at this moment, may be watching your every move in the dark. No, maybe, it’s not a human…”

Thunder rumbled and rain fell heavily. When Jin Guangyao heard the words "not human", a look of fear flashed across his face for a moment.

Su She sneered, “Wei Wuxian, stop making these bluffing threats…”

Jin Guangyao raised his right hand to stop him. The trace of fear on his face disappeared in an instant, and all his emotions were quickly controlled. He said, "Don't waste your words. Treat your wounds. After I disperse the poison, I will immediately select the rest of the people and get ready to set off."

Su She asked: "Sect Master, what was dug out?"

Jin Guangyao's lips turned slightly pale as he said, "Since it has been dug away, it will definitely not be found again. We should not stay here for long."

Su She said: "Yes!"

Su She had just fought with the fairy, and was scratched by the fairy in many places. His arms and chest were torn, especially his chest, where the scratches penetrated the flesh and bones, and there were many bloodstains on his white clothes. If he didn't deal with it, it would be inconvenient to deal with the possible emergencies if he delayed for a long time. Jin Guangyao took out a medicine bag from his arms and handed it to him. Su She took it with both hands and said, "Yes." As expected, he didn't say anything more to Wei Wuxian, turned around, unbuttoned his clothes and treated his wounds. Jin Guangyao's left hand, which was burned by the poisonous smoke, still didn't obey, so he had to sit on the ground and concentrate on regulating his breath to remove the poison. The remaining monks walked around in the Guanyin Temple with swords, supervising the patrol. Nie Huaisang's eyes were wide open when he saw these shining swords. There were no guards around him, and he didn't dare to breathe. He shrank in the corner behind Lan Xichen and sneezed several times.

Wei WuXian thought, “This Su She is weird to others, and even more resentful towards Lan Zhan, but he is very respectful towards Jin GuangYao.”

As he thought about this, he couldn't help but look at Lan Wangji. Unexpectedly, he saw a flash of coldness in his eyes.

Lan Wangji said to Su She coldly: "Turn around."

Su She was applying medicine to the claw marks on his chest with his head down, and was facing them sideways. Suddenly, he heard Lan Wangji's words that could not be disobeyed, and he turned around involuntarily.

When he turned around, Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling opened their eyes wide. The smile on Wei Wuxian's face also disappeared instantly.

He couldn't believe it: "...it's you!"