The last part of Nie Mingjue's body, the head, was indeed with Jin Guangyao.

Nie Mingjue, the Red Blade Lord who was invincible in the Sun Shooting Campaign and had the power of thunder, was now sealed in the cramped space of this dark secret room with numerous restrictions, never seeing the light of day.

As long as Wei Wuxian unlocked the seal on his head, Chifengzun's corpse would be able to sense his head and come to him. He studied the restrictions on the helmet for a moment, thinking about how to start, when suddenly an extremely strong suction force came over him, and the light paper body was pulled forward by a strong force, directly sticking to Nie Mingjue's forehead.

On the other side of Jinlin Terrace, Lan Wangji sat next to Wei Wuxian, staring at his face. After a while, he moved his fingers slightly, lowered his eyelashes, and raised his hand to touch his lips lightly.

It was very light, as light as the one the paper man had just hit.

Suddenly, Wei Wuxian's hands moved slightly, and his ten fingers clenched into fists. Lan Wangji's eyes fixed, and he lifted him into his arms, then lifted his face to see that Wei Wuxian's eyes were still closed, but his brows were tightly furrowed.

Wei Wuxian in the secret room had no time to react. The dead with too strong resentment will radiate their hatred and resentment infinitely to others, venting their anger and infecting their emotions. Many hauntings are caused by this. In fact, this is the principle of empathy. If Wei Wuxian was using his physical body at this moment, the physical body is a line of defense for the soul. As long as he doesn't agree, there will be no resentment to infect him. But now he is attached to a thin piece of paper, and his defense is inevitably greatly weakened. The distance is too close, and Nie Mingjue's resentment is extremely strong. He was affected without paying attention. The last moment he was still shouting in his heart that something bad happened, and the next moment, he smelled the smell of blood.

He hadn't smelled such a strong smell of blood for many years. Something in his bones was awakened instantly, and it started to boil. When he opened his eyes, he saw a flash of knife, a bloody shadow, a head flying high, and its body falling down with a bang.

The headless man had a blazing sun pattern on his robe. Wei Wuxian watched as "himself" sheathed his sword, and a deep voice came out of his mouth: "Pick up the head, hang it up, and show it to Wen Gou."

Someone behind him responded, "Yes!"

Wei Wuxian knew who the person who was beheaded by the sword was.

Wen Xu, the eldest son of Wen Ruohan, the head of the Wen family in Qishan. He was killed by Nie Mingjue in Hejian, and his head was cut off with a single blow. He also lifted his head and hung it in front of the formation to protest to the Wen family monks. The body was chopped into pieces by the angry Nie family monks, and the minced meat was smeared on the ground.

Nie Mingjue glanced at the body on the ground, kicked it away, put his hand on the hilt of the knife, and slowly looked around.

Chifengzun was very tall. Last time when he was empathizing with Ah Qing, Wei Wuxian's vision was very low, but this time it was much higher than his usual vision. Looking around, there were countless casualties. Some were wearing flaming robes, some had the animal head family emblem of the Qinghe Nie family on their backs, and some had no family emblem. Almost 30% of them were dead and wounded. The scene was very tragic, and the bloody smell went straight to the sky. He scanned and took steps, as if to check if there were any Wen family monks who were still alive. At this time, a strange sound came from a tile house nearby. Nie Mingjue swung his long sword, and a sharp sword wind swept over, splitting the simple door of the tile house, revealing a pair of terrified mother and daughter behind the door. The tile house was shabby and there were not many things in the house. They had nowhere to hide. They hid under a table and hugged each other tightly, not daring to breathe. The young woman's wide-open eyes reflected Nie Mingjue's blood-soaked, murderous appearance. Tears quickly flowed down her cheeks, but the girl in her arms had already opened her mouth, frozen in fear.

Nie Mingjue saw that they were just an ordinary mother and daughter, and they were probably civilians who had not had time to escape after the war broke out. His frown relaxed slightly. Just then, a subordinate followed behind him and shouted, "Master?"

The mother and daughter only knew that they were living a good life, but suddenly a few groups of immortal cultivators came and killed each other until the sky was dark and the sun and moon were dim. They didn't know who was good and who was bad. They were afraid of those holding knives and swords, thinking that they would definitely die, and their expressions became more and more terrified. Nie Mingjue glanced at them, restrained his murderous aura, and said, "It's okay."

He dropped his hand holding the knife and walked steadily to the side. The young woman instantly collapsed on the ground holding her daughter, and after a while, she couldn't help sobbing softly.

After walking a few steps, Nie Mingjue suddenly stopped and asked his subordinates behind him: "Who was the last cultivator left when we cleaned up the battlefield last time?"

The subordinate was slightly startled and said, "Left behind? This... I don't remember clearly..."

Nie Mingjue frowned and said, “Remember to tell me.”

He continued to walk forward, while the cultivator hurried to ask others. Not long after, he caught up and said, "Sect Master! I found out. The last cultivator left to clean up the battlefield was named Meng Yao."

Hearing this name, Nie Mingjue raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was slightly surprised.

Wei Wuxian knew why, before Jin Guangyao recognized his ancestry, he took his mother's surname and was named Meng Yao. This was no secret. Moreover, this name was once "famous".

Although few people have seen what it was like when Jin Guangyao, the lord of the beauty who would later stand on the top of Jinlin Terrace, went to Jinlin Terrace for the first time, the rumors have been spread in great detail. Jin Guangyao's mother was a celebrity in a brothel in Yunmeng. She was known as a talented prostitute. It was said that she played the zither well, wrote well, was well-educated, and was not a lady from a noble family, but better than a lady from a noble family. Of course, no matter how good she was, if she was told about it, she would still be a prostitute. Jin Guangshan happened to pass by Yunmeng, and naturally could not miss this famous prostitute who was in the limelight at that time. He lingered with Meng Nu for several days, left a token, and left with satisfaction. After returning, of course, as he had done countless times before, he forgot about this once romantic woman.

In comparison, Mo Xuanyu and his mother were already favored. At least Jin Guangshan later remembered that he had such a son and took him back to Jinlintai. Meng Yao was not so lucky. The son of a prostitute was not as good as the son of a good family. Meng Nu gave birth to a son for Jin Guangshan alone. Like Mo Er Niangzi, she waited and waited, hoping that the immortal leader would come back to take her and her child away, and teach Meng Yao carefully to prepare for his future advancement to the immortal gate. However, when his son grew up to a teenager, there was still no news from his father, and Meng Nu was already critically ill.

Before she died, she gave her son Jin Guangshan the token left behind, asking him to go to Jinlin Terrace to seek a way out. So Meng Yao packed his bags and set off from Yunmeng. After trekking through mountains and rivers, he arrived at Lanling. When he arrived at Jinlin Terrace, Meng Yao was blocked outside the door, so he took out the token and asked for notification.

The token of trust that Jin Guangshan gave was a pearl button. This was not a rare item in the Lanling Jin Clan, and one could easily grab a handful of it. The most common use of it was to give it to a beautiful woman when Jin Guangshan was out flirting with other women or hunting for food. This beautiful little item was used as a rare treasure, and paired with a vow of eternal love, a promise for the rest of life. It was given casually and forgotten after it was given.

Meng Yao came at a very unfortunate time, as that day was Jin Zixuan's birthday. Jin Guangshan and Mrs. Jin were hosting a birthday banquet for their beloved son, and many family members were present. Three hours later, it was already dark, and they wanted to light lanterns to pray for blessings, so they all got up and prepared to go out. The servant then found an opportunity to come and report. When Mrs. Jin saw the pearl button, she remembered Jin Guangshan's past misdeeds and her face turned black on the spot. Jin Guangshan quickly crushed the pearl into powder, loudly rebuked the servant, and ordered him to drive away the people outside so that they would not bump into them when they went out to light the lanterns.

So, Meng Yao was kicked down from the Jinlin Terrace and rolled from the top level to the bottom level.

It is said that after he got up, he said nothing, wiped the blood from his forehead, dusted off his body, and left with his bag on his back.

After the Sun-Shooting Campaign began, Meng Yao became a disciple of the Nie clan of Qinghe.

Nie Mingjue's Qinghe Nie clan cultivators and recruited independent cultivators were stationed in several places, one of which was located in an unknown mountain range in Hejian. Nie Mingjue hiked up the mountain, and before he got close, he saw a cloth-shirted boy holding a bamboo tube coming out of the dark green forest.

The young man seemed to have just returned from fetching water, and his steps were a little tired. He was about to enter the cave, but suddenly stopped. He stood outside the cave, listening attentively for a while, and seemed to be hesitating whether to go in. In the end, he took the bamboo tube and walked silently in another direction.

After walking for a while, he found a place on the side of the road, squatted down, took out some white dry food from his arms, and slowly ate it with some water.

Nie Mingjue walked towards him. The young man was concentrating on eating when he was suddenly covered by a tall shadow. He raised his head, quickly put away his dry food, stood up and said, "Sect Master Nie."

The young man was small in stature, with a fair complexion and green eyebrows, just like Jin Guangyao's well-behaved face. At this time, he had not yet gone to the Jinlin Terrace to recognize his ancestry, so naturally there was no cinnabar on his forehead. Nie Mingjue was obviously impressed by his face and asked, "Meng Yao?"

Meng Yao said respectfully, "Yes."

Nie Mingjue asked, “Why don’t you go into the cave and rest like everyone else?”

Meng Yao opened his mouth and smiled awkwardly, as if he didn't know what to say. Seeing this, Nie Mingjue walked past him and headed towards the cave. Meng Yao seemed to want to pull him, but didn't dare. He concealed his voice, so no one noticed him when he walked straight out of the cave. The people inside were still talking happily:

“…Yes, that’s him.”

"No way! Jin Guangshan's son? How could Jin Guangshan's son be as bad as us? Why doesn't he go back to his father? We can save him from having to work so hard with just a flick of our fingers."

"Do you think he doesn't want to go back? He traveled thousands of miles from Yunmeng to find Lanling with the token, isn't it just to recognize this father?"

"Then he is wrong. Mrs. Jin Guangshan is very powerful."

"I'm not saying anything, Jin Guangshan has so many children outside, at least a dozen sons and daughters, do you think he has ever recognized any of them? He brought such a humiliation upon himself."

"People should not expect things they shouldn't expect. Who can you blame for your broken head? No one can be blamed. It's your own fault."

"Are you stupid?! With Jin Zixuan already in his life, why would Jin Guangshan care about any other son? Moreover, he was born to a prostitute who was ridden by thousands of men. God knows whose father he is. I think Jin Guangshan is just wondering in his heart and doesn't dare to acknowledge him! Hahahaha..."

"How could that be possible! I don't think he even remembers having such an experience with that woman."

"When I think about Jin Guangshan's offspring having to accept his fate and fetch water for us, I'm actually quite happy. Hahahaha..."

"What a bullshit! He's really trying his best. Can't you see how hard he works? He runs around all day doing this and that. He's really hoping that if he can make a name for himself, his father will take him back."

A fire of rage surged in Nie Mingjue's heart, burning straight into Wei Wuxian's chest.

His hand suddenly pressed down on the hilt of the knife. Meng Yao quickly reached out to stop him, but failed. The knife was already unsheathed, and a rock in front of the cave fell to the ground with a bang. Dozens of monks who were originally sitting and resting in the cave were frightened by the collapse of the rock and jumped up and drew their swords. The bamboo drinking tubes in their hands fell to the ground with a crackling sound. Then, Nie Mingjue shouted, "You drink the water given to you by others, but you say vicious words! Didn't you come to my seat to kill Wen Gou, but to gossip about me?!"

There was a commotion in the cave. Everyone knew Chi Fengzun's temper. The more they argued, the angrier he got. They were afraid that they would not be able to escape punishment today, so they could only admit it honestly. Therefore, no one dared to speak. Nie Mingjue sneered, and did not enter the cave. He said to Meng Yao, "Come with me."

He turned and walked down the mountain, and Meng Yao followed him. After they walked for a while, Meng Yao's head lowered and his steps became heavier.

After a while, he said, "Thank you, Sect Master Nie."

Nie Mingjue said, “A real man should walk upright and stand tall, and should not care about the gossips of those idle people.”

Meng Yao nodded and said, "Yes."

Although he responded like this, his face was still tinged with worry. Today, Nie Mingjue helped him out like this, and he could suppress it for a while, but in the future, those cultivators would definitely ask for repayment a hundredfold, so how could he not be worried?

Nie Mingjue said, “The more these people talk nonsense behind your back, the more you should make sure they have nothing to say. I’ve seen you go into battle. You’re always at the front, and you always stay at the end to evacuate and resettle the civilians. You’re doing a great job, keep it up.”

Hearing this, Meng Yao was slightly startled and raised her head a little. Nie Mingjue said again: "Your swordsmanship is very light, but not solid. You need to practice more."

This was already straightforward encouragement. Meng Yao hurriedly said, "Thank you, Sect Master Nie, for your advice."

Wei Wuxian knew in his heart that no matter how much he practiced, he would never be able to achieve solid results. Jin Guangyao was not like the ordinary children of aristocratic families. His foundation was too poor and he could never reach a higher level. Therefore, in terms of the way of cultivation, he could only seek breadth and breadth, but not refinement and depth. This was why he wanted to combine the strengths of hundreds of schools and learn the unique skills of each, and why he was once criticized as a "skill thief".

Hejian was a key location in the Sun Shooting Campaign and was also Nie Mingjue's main battlefield. It was like a solid wall that blocked the Qishan Wen Clan from invading east and south. The Qinghe Nie Clan and the Qishan Wen Clan had an old grudge that they had been suppressing. After the war began, the two sides fought countless large and small battles, with bloodshed and endless battles. The civilians in the Hejian area suffered greatly. The Qishan Wen Clan naturally had no scruples, but the Qinghe Nie Clan had to be cautious.

Under such circumstances, Meng Yao, who never tired of cleaning up the battlefield and comforting the civilians after each battle, received more and more attention from Nie Mingjue. After a few times, Nie Mingjue directly promoted him to his side and made him a deputy envoy. Meng Yao also seized the opportunity and completed the tasks assigned to him every time. Therefore, Jin Guangyao was not always severely punished by Nie Mingjue as he was later, but was quite appreciated and respected by him. Wei Wuxian had heard too many jokes such as "Lian Fangzun fled in panic when he heard Chi Fengzun arrived", and every time he saw Meng Yao getting along peacefully with Nie Mingjue, even like a fish in water, he felt very fantastic.

On this day, a guest arrived at the Hejian battlefield.

During the Sun Shooting Campaign, each of the three Lords had a good reputation and good stories. Red Blade Lord Nie Mingjue was invincible, and wherever he passed, no grass grew. Zewu Lord Lan Xichen was different from him. After the situation in Gusu stabilized and Lan Qiren was defending, he often went out to provide support and save people from dire straits. During the Sun Shooting Campaign, he recovered lost territory and saved people from danger countless times. Therefore, everyone was ecstatic when they heard his name, as if they had a glimmer of hope and a life-saving trump card.

Every time Lan Xichen escorted other cultivators through Hejian, he would stop for a while as a transit point. Nie Mingjue personally led him into a bright and spacious hall, where there were several cultivators, all sitting in front of the hall.

Although Lan Xichen looked almost identical to Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian could tell them apart at a glance. However, when he saw this face, he couldn’t help but feel a stir in his heart, thinking to himself, “I wonder how my body is doing now. My paper-cut avatar has been invaded by resentment. Will my physical body also have problems? Will Lan Zhan notice something is wrong?”

After a few pleasantries, Meng Yao, who had been standing behind Nie Mingjue, came out and served tea to everyone. In front of the battle, one person was used as six people, and there was no vacant position for servants or maids, so these daily chores were also taken care of by Jin Guangyao, the deputy envoy. When several monks saw his appearance, they were stunned at first, and then their expressions varied. Jin Guangshan's "romantic anecdotes" had always been a topic of gossip that spread very quickly and widely. Meng Yao had been a famous laughing stock for a while, but a few people recognized him. Perhaps because they thought that the son of a prostitute might have something dirty on him, these monks did not drink the tea cups he offered with both hands, but put them aside and took out a snow-white hand towel. As if it was very uncomfortable, they repeatedly wiped their fingers that had just touched the tea cups intentionally or unintentionally. Nie Mingjue was not a meticulous person and did not notice such details, but Wei Wuxian saw them out of the corner of his eye. Meng Yao ignored him, continued to serve tea without losing her smile. When Lan Xichen took the teacup, he looked up at him and smiled, “Thank you.”

He immediately lowered his head and took a sip before continuing his conversation with Nie Mingjue. The cultivators nearby felt a little uncomfortable when they saw this.

Nie Mingjue was usually very serious, but when he looked at Lan Xichen, his expression softened and he asked, “How long will you stay?”

Lan Xichen said, “Brother Mingjue, I’d like to borrow your place to stay for one night. We’ll set off tomorrow and meet up with Wangji.”

Nie Mingjue asked, “Where are you going?”

Lan Xichen said, “Go to Jiangling.”

Nie Mingjue frowned and said, “Isn’t Jiang Ling still in Wen Gou’s hands?”

Lan Xichen said, “He was gone two days ago. He is now in the hands of the Yunmeng Jiang Clan.”

A family head said: "Sect Master Nie may not know, but Sect Master Jiang of Yunmeng is very powerful in that area now."

Another person said, “How can he not be impressive? Wei Wuxian can fight against a million soldiers all by himself. Who else is he afraid of? He doesn’t have to run around like us and can sit firmly in charge of a place. His luck is really…”

Someone sensed that something was wrong with this and said hurriedly, "Alas, thanks to Zewu-Jun and Hanguang-Jun for their support, otherwise, who knows how many noble families and innocent civilians would have fallen victim to Wen Gou's murderous hands."

Nie Mingjue asked, “Is your brother over there?”

Lan Xichen nodded and said, “He took people there early this month.”

Nie Mingjue said, “Your brother has a high level of cultivation, he alone is enough, so what are you going to do?”

Hearing Nie Mingjue praising Lan Wangji for his high level of cultivation, Wei Wuxian felt inexplicably happy, thinking, “Lord Chi Feng, you have good taste.”

Lan Xichen sighed, “To be honest, after Wangji left, he seemed to have a bad relationship with Mr. Wei from the Yunmeng Jiang Clan. I think I should go and take a look.”

Nie Mingjue asked, “What’s going on?”

One person said, "It seems that Han Guang-jun had a dispute with Wei Wuxian because his methods were too evil and weird. It is said that Han Guang-jun scolded Wei Wuxian to his face, saying that he insulted a corpse, was cruel and bloodthirsty, and had lost his nature. But they are talking about the battle in Jiangling, and Wei Wuxian is said to be a god. If I have the chance, I would like to see it with my own eyes."

What this person said was still good. Some people exaggerated that he and Lan Wangji fought while killing Wen Gou on the battlefield. In fact, their relationship was not as incompatible as others said, but there were some minor unpleasantness. During that time, Wei Wuxian dug graves everywhere, and Lan Wangji always said something unpleasant, saying that it was not the right way to harm one's body and mind, and even directly tried to stop him. Almost every few days, he would have a head-on fight or a sneak attack with Wen Gou. Both of them were quite angry and often parted unhappily. Now when Wei Wuxian heard people talking about this, it seemed like a lifetime ago - he suddenly remembered that it was not just a lifetime ago, but really a lifetime ago.

One person said, "In my opinion, Han Guangjun, this is unnecessary. The living are about to die, why bother with the dead bodies?"

Another person echoed, "Yes, this is an extraordinary period. Sect Leader Jiang is right. In terms of evil, who is more evil than Wen Gou? Anyway, he is on our side, so it's fine if we kill Wen Gou."

Wei WuXian thought to himself, “That’s not what you said when you surrounded and attacked me later.”

Soon, Lan Xichen and his men got up, and Meng Yao led them to the rest area. Nie Mingjue returned to his room, took out a long sword, and went to find Lan Xichen.

Unexpectedly, before he even got close, he heard the two of them talking inside the house. Lan Xichen said, “What a coincidence, you actually came under Brother Mingjue’s command and became his deputy.”

Meng Yao said: "Thanks to Chi Fengzun for his recognition and promotion."

Lan Xichen smiled and said, “Brother Mingjue has a fiery temper. It is not easy for you to be promoted and appreciated by him.” He paused and continued, “Recently, the Lanling Jin Clan’s Patriarch Jin has been struggling in the Langye area and is looking for talented people.”

Meng Yao was slightly startled and said, "Zewu Jun, what do you mean..."

Lan Xichen said, “Don’t be so reserved. I remember you told me that you hoped to gain a place in the Lanling Jin Clan and gain your father’s approval. Now that you have a foothold and a place to display your talents under Brother Mingjue, do you still hold this hope?”

Meng Yao seemed to hold his breath and concentrate. After a long silence, he replied, "...still the same."

Lan Xichen said, “I think so.”

Meng Yao said: "But I am now the deputy envoy of Sect Master Nie. Sect Master Nie has been very kind to me. Regardless of whether it remains the same or not, I cannot leave Hejian."

Lan Xichen hesitated for a moment and said, “That’s true. Even if you want to go, it’s hard to ask. But I believe that if you ask, Brother Mingjue will respect your choice. If he refuses to let you go, I can still persuade him.”

Nie Mingjue suddenly asked, “Why not?”

He pushed the door open and entered the room. Lan Xichen and Meng Yao were sitting opposite each other, both with serious expressions. They were slightly surprised to see him. Meng Yao stood up suddenly, but before she could say anything, Nie Mingjue said, "Sit down."

Meng Yao didn't move. Nie Mingjue said again, "I'll write you a letter of recommendation tomorrow."

Meng Yao asked, "Sect Master Nie?"

Nie Mingjue said, “Take this letter and go to Langye to find your father.”

Meng Yao hurriedly said, "Sect Master Nie, if you heard everything just now, you should also hear what I said..."

Nie Mingjue interrupted him, “I promoted you not because I want you to repay me for my kindness, but because I think you are capable enough and your character is very much to my liking, so you should stay in this position. If you really want to repay me, just kill a few more Wen dogs on the battlefield!”

Hearing this, Meng Yao, who was always good at speaking, was choked up. Lan Xichen smiled and said, "See, I told you that Brother Mingjue would respect your choice."

Meng Yao's eyes were red, and she said, "Sect Master Nie, Lord Zewu... I..."

He lowered his head and said, "...I really don't know what to say."

Nie Mingjue sat down and said, "I don't know what to say, so let's not talk about it."

He placed the other saber in his hand on the table. Lan Xichen saw it and asked with a smile, “Huaisang’s saber?”

Nie Mingjue said, “Although he is safe at your place, he must not neglect his studies. Ask others to supervise him when they are free. I will check his sword skills and mental methods next time we meet.”

Lan Xichen put Nie Huaisang's saber into his sleeve and said, "Huaisang originally said that he left the saber at home, but now he has no excuse to be lazy."

Nie Mingjue asked, “Come on, how come you’ve met before?”

Meng Yao said: "Zewu Jun, I have seen him before."

Nie Mingjue asked, "Where? When?"

Lan Xichen smiled and shook his head, “It’s better not to say it. This is the shame of a lifetime. Brother Mingjue, please don’t ask any more questions.”

Nie Mingjue said, "Why are you afraid of being embarrassed in front of me, Meng Yao said."

Meng Yao said, "Since Zewu-jun doesn't want to tell me, I can only keep it a secret."

The three of them chatted back and forth, sometimes talking about serious matters, sometimes chatting about small things, much more relaxed and casual than the chat in the reception room just now. Listening to their chat, Wei Wuxian couldn't help but want to interrupt, but he couldn't, thinking: "At this time, their relationship is really good. Zewu Jun is quite good at chatting, why is Lan Zhan so bad at chatting? However, since he can't chat, it's good for him to keep his mouth shut. I have said everything, and he just listens and says 'hmm' and 'hmm', which is also good. What is this called..."

Not long after, Meng Yao left Hejian and headed for Langxie with Nie Mingjue's letter of recommendation.

After he left, Nie Mingjue replaced him with a deputy envoy, but Wei Wuxian felt that he was always a step behind. Meng Yao was a rare and smart talent. He could understand what was not said, and he could do 100% of what was said. He was quick and decisive, and never dragged his feet. After using him, it was hard not to compare the pros and cons of others.

After a period of time, the Lanling Jin clan, who were struggling to hold on in Langya, could no longer hold on, and Lan Xichen happened to go to another place for support. Jin Guangshan sent a call for help to Hejian instead, and Nie Mingjue came to support.

After the battle, Jin Guangshan came over in a daze to express his gratitude. Nie Mingjue talked to him briefly and then asked, "Master Jin, what does Meng Yao do now?"

When Jin Guangshan heard him mention this name, he said, "Meng Yao? This... Sect Master Nie, please don't be offended. Who is this person?"

Nie Mingjue frowned immediately. The story of Meng Yao being kicked off Jinlin Terrace had been circulated for a long time, and even the outsiders knew about this farce. It was impossible for the person involved to not remember this name. People with a little bit of shame would not be embarrassed to play dumb, but Jin Guangshan was not shameless at all.

Nie Mingjue said coldly, "Meng Yao was my former deputy envoy. I wrote a letter and asked him to bring it."

Jin Guangshan continued to play dumb and said, "Really? But I have never seen any letter here, nor have I seen this person. Alas, if I had known that Sect Master Nie had sent a deputy envoy, I would have entertained him well. But did something go wrong?"

He just said perfunctorily that he couldn't remember and had never heard of this person. Nie Mingjue's face became colder and colder. He realized that there must be something going on, so he left without any hesitation. After asking other cultivators for a while and getting nothing, Nie Mingjue found a few places and walked around casually, passing by a small forest.

This forest was very secluded and had just experienced an ambush and a fight. The battlefield had not yet been cleared. As Nie Mingjue walked along the road, he saw corpses of cultivators wearing the clothes of the Wen family, the Jin family, and a few other families.

Suddenly, a "hissing" sound came from the front.

Nie Mingjue put his hand on the hilt and dived over. The forest was parted and the leaves were blown away. Meng Yao was standing among the corpses on the ground. He turned his wrist and pulled a long sword out of the chest of a cultivator.

He looked extremely calm, his moves were steady, quick and extremely cautious, and not even a drop of blood got on his body.

This sword is not his own sword. There is a flame-shaped iron decoration on the hilt. It is the sword of the Wen family monk.

The swordsmanship is also the Wen family's swordsmanship.

The man who died under his sword was wearing a gold star snow wave robe. He was a cultivator of the Lanling Jin clan.

Nie Mingjue watched this scene and without saying a word, the blade came out of the sheath an inch, making a sharp sound.

Hearing the familiar sound of the sword being unsheathed, Meng Yao shuddered and turned back abruptly, her soul almost flying away: "...Sect Master Nie?"

Nie Mingjue pulled out all the long swords from the sheath. The blade shone brightly, but the blade was slightly blood red. Wei Wuxian could feel the raging anger, disappointment and hatred coming from him.

Meng Yao knew Nie Mingjue best, so she dropped her sword with a clang and said, “Sect Master Nie, Sect Master Nie! Please wait, please wait! Let me explain!”

Nie Mingjue shouted, “What do you want to explain?!”

Meng Yao rolled over and crawled over, saying, "I had no choice, I had no choice!"

Nie Mingjue said angrily, “Why are you forced to do this?! What did I say when I sent you here?!”

Meng Yao knelt at his feet and said, "Sect Master Nie, Sect Master Nie, please listen to me! I joined the Lanling Jin Sect, and this man is my superior. He looks down on me on a daily basis, and often humiliates and beats me in every way..."

Nie Mingjue asked, “So you killed him?”

Meng Yao said, "No! It's not because of this! I can't tolerate any humiliation, even beatings and scoldings! It's just that every time we capture a Wen's stronghold, I spend a lot of effort, work hard to make plans, and charge into battle, but he just says a few words and writes a few words and takes all the credit for himself, saying that it has nothing to do with me. This is not the first time, every time, every time! I argue with him, but he doesn't care at all. I ask other people, but no one is willing to listen to me. Just now he said that my mother, my mother is... I really can't stand it anymore, and I lost my temper for a while, so I lost my hand!"

In a state of panic, he spoke very quickly, fearing that Nie Mingjue would not let him finish and would chop him down with a knife. However, he still explained things clearly, and every sentence emphasized how hateful others were and how innocent he was. Nie Mingjue grabbed his collar and lifted him up, saying, "You are lying!"

Meng Yao shuddered. Nie Mingjue stared into his eyes and said word by word, "You couldn't bear it anymore and lost your temper? When a person loses his temper, will he have the same expression as you did just now? Would you deliberately choose this hidden forest where a fight had just taken place? Would you deliberately use the Wen family's sword and Wen family's swordsmanship to kill him, disguise yourself as a Wen dog and launch a sneak attack, so as to frame him? You clearly planned this carefully and for a long time!"

Meng Yao raised her hand and swore, "What I said is true! Every word is true!"

Nie Mingjue said angrily, “Even if it’s true, you can’t kill him! It’s just a little military achievement! Do you care so much about this little bit of vanity?!”

Meng Yao murmured, "Just a little military achievement?"

He said in a trembling voice: "...What do you mean by just a little military achievement? Chi Fengzun, do you know how much effort I put in for this little military achievement? How much suffering I endured? Vanity? Without this little vanity, I have nothing!"

Nie Mingjue looked at him with tears in his eyes and trembling, which was too much of a contrast to the calm killing scene just now, so the impact was too great, and the image had not yet faded. He said, "Meng Yao, let me ask you, when I first met you, did you deliberately act like a weak and oppressed person, so that I would stand up for you? If I hadn't stood up for you, would you have killed all those people like you did today?"

Meng Yao's Adam's apple rolled and a drop of cold sweat fell. Just as she was about to speak, Nie Mingjue shouted, "Don't lie to me!"

Meng Yao shuddered and swallowed the words. He knelt on the ground, trembling all over, and the five fingers of his right hand were tightly grasping the ground.

After a while, Nie Mingjue slowly put the knife back into the sheath and said, "I won't touch you."

Meng Yao suddenly raised her head, and Nie Mingjue said again: "Go and confess your crime to the Lanling Jin Sect. We will deal with you as we see fit."

After being stunned for a while, Meng Yao said: "... Chi Feng Zun, I can't fail at this step."

Nie Mingjue said, “You took the wrong path with this move.”

Meng Yao said: "You are trying to kill me."

Nie Mingjue said, "If what you said is true, you can't keep it. Go and repent and reform yourself."

Meng Yao whispered: "...My father hasn't seen me yet."

It’s not that Jin Guangshan didn’t see him.

Just pretend not to know he exists.

In the end, under Nie Mingjue's pressure, Meng Yao still said "yes" with difficulty.

After a moment of silence, Nie Mingjue said, “Get up.”

Meng Yao seemed to be exhausted and in a daze. He stood up from the ground and staggered a few steps. Nie Mingjue saw that he seemed to be about to fall, so he helped him up. Meng Yao murmured, "...Thank you, Sect Master Nie."

Nie Mingjue looked at his distraught appearance and turned away. Unexpectedly, he heard him say, “…It still doesn’t work.”

Nie Mingjue turned around suddenly and found that Meng Yao had a long sword in his hand without knowing when.

He had already pointed the sword at his abdomen and said with a look of despair: "Sect Master Nie, I am ashamed of your kindness."

As he spoke, he stabbed hard. Nie Mingjue's pupils suddenly shrank, and he tried to grab the sword, but it was too late. The sword in Meng Yao's hand instantly pierced his abdomen and came out from his back, and his whole body collapsed in a pool of blood.

Nie Mingjue was stunned for a moment, then rushed forward, half-knelt on the ground, turned over his body, and said, “What are you doing…!!!”

Meng Yao's face was pale. He looked at him weakly and said with a wry smile, "Sect Master Nie, I..."

Before he finished speaking, he slowly lowered his head. Nie Mingjue supported his body, avoiding the sword, and pressed his palm on his heart to inject a burst of spiritual power. Unexpectedly, his body suddenly shook slightly, and a cold spiritual flow came from his abdomen.

Wei Wuxian knew it was a trick, so he wasn't surprised. But Nie Mingjue probably never expected that Meng Yao would really kill him. Therefore, when he couldn't move and watched Meng Yao slowly climb up from in front of him, he was still more shocked than angry.

Meng Yao must have carefully calculated how to avoid the vital parts. He calmly and carefully pulled the long sword out of his abdomen, bringing out the bright red blade and a string of bloody small splashes. He pressed the wound and that was it. Nie Mingjue still maintained the posture he had just used to rescue him, half-kneeling on the ground, slightly raising his head, and looking into his eyes.

Nie Mingjue said nothing, and Meng Yao also said nothing. He sheathed his sword, bowed to him, and ran away without looking back.

He just admitted his mistake and agreed to go to face the crime, but in the blink of an eye, he pretended to commit suicide and escaped without a trace. This was probably the first time that Nie Mingjue had seen such a shameless person, and this person was his confidant who had been promoted by him in the past. For this reason, he was furious and was particularly brutal when fighting against the Wen family cultivators. When Lan Xichen withdrew to support him and came to Langxie to help a few days later, his anger had not subsided at all. As soon as Lan Xichen arrived, he smiled and said, "Brother Mingjue is so angry, where is Meng Yao? Why doesn't she come to put out your anger?"

Nie Mingjue said, “Don’t mention this person!”

He recounted to Lan Xichen the story of Meng Yao framing him for murder and faking her own death before escaping. After hearing it, Lan Xichen was also stunned and asked, “How could this happen? Is there some misunderstanding?”

Nie Mingjue said, “I caught you red-handed, how could there be any misunderstanding?”

Lan Xichen thought for a moment and said, “From what he said, the person he killed was indeed wrong, but he really shouldn’t have killed him. In an extraordinary period, it’s hard to judge. I wonder where he is now?”

Nie Mingjue said sternly, “He’d better not be caught by me, otherwise I will definitely use him as a sacrifice to my sword!”

However, his words turned out to be a prophecy. In the following few years, Meng Yao seemed to have suddenly disappeared, without a trace at all.

Nie Mingjue hated Meng Yao as much as he admired her before. Whenever he mentioned her, he was always furious and could not describe it in words. After confirming that there was no news, he refused to talk about this person with others.

Nie Mingjue was not known for being close to others and rarely confided in them. Finally, he had a capable and trustworthy subordinate who recognized his abilities and character. However, he did not expect that this person's true face was not what he thought. No wonder he reacted so strongly.

As Wei Wuxian was thinking this, he suddenly had a splitting headache. His bones felt like they were run over by a chariot. The slightest movement made them creak and he could not move. He opened his eyes, but his vision was so blurry that he could only barely see many figures sitting here and there on the cold black jade floor of the hall. Nie Mingjue seemed to have suffered a head injury. The wound was numb, and dried blood solidified on his eyes and face. The slightest movement caused warm blood to drip from his forehead.

Wei Wuxian was surprised.

Nie Mingjue was almost invincible in the Sun Shooting Campaign. The enemies couldn't even get close to him, let alone suffer such serious injuries.

What's happening here?!

There was a slight movement beside him, and Wei Wuxian glanced around with the corner of his eye, and saw a few blurry figures. He barely focused his eyes and saw that they were several monks wearing flaming robes. These people were kneeling on the ground in a skilled posture.

Wei WuXian: “…”

Suddenly, a creepy feeling of oppression surrounded him, and was transmitted to Wei Wuxian through his limbs and bones. Nie Mingjue raised his head slightly, and saw a huge jade throne at the end of the black jade floor in front of him. A person was sitting on it.

The distance was not close, and Nie Mingjue was blinded by the blood at this moment, so he could not see the true face of this person. However, he didn't need to see clearly, he guessed who it was.

At this time, the door of the main hall opened and a person came in.

The disciples in the hall were all walking on their knees, but this man did not do the same as them, except for bowing slightly when entering the door. He walked forward as if nothing had happened, crossed the long jade floor, and walked to the end. He seemed to be listening to a few words said by the man on the jade throne, and then turned to this side.

Walking slowly closer, the man quietly looked at Nie Mingjue, who was covered in blood but still managed to stand up. He seemed to smile and said, "Sect Master Nie, long time no see."

Whose voice could it be but Meng Yao?