Bloodbath in Nevernight, according to legend, the Yiling Patriarch Wei Wuxian single-handedly massacred three thousand cultivators present at the oath-taking ceremony in a bloody battle.

There are also legends that there were more than 5,000 people. Regardless of whether it was 3,000 or 5,000, one thing remained unchanged, that is, on that night, the ruins of the Nevernight City were turned into a bloody hell by Wei Wuxian.

Yet, the murderer managed to escape unscathed and return to the mass grave despite being attacked by many people. No one knows how he did it.

All the families were badly hurt by this battle, so after nearly three months of recuperation and planning, the four great families successfully encircled and wiped out the Demon Cave Mass Graveyard, and attributed the word "massacre" to the remaining remnants of the Wen family and the cruel Yiling Patriarch.

Wei Wuxian looked at the monks in front of the Demon-Suppressing Cave. Their expressions were exactly the same as those monks who had poured wine and sworn to crush him and the remnants of the Wen clan to ashes at the oath-taking ceremony that night. Some were the survivors of that night, some were the descendants of those monks, and most were "righteous people" who shared the same beliefs as those people.

The middle-aged monk Yi Weichun, who claimed that his legs were cut off by him and had to be replaced with wooden prostheses, said: "The blood debt of three thousand people cannot be redeemed even if you die!"

Wei WuXian interrupted him and said, “Three thousand people? There were indeed more than three thousand cultivators present at the Nevernight City that night, but there were also the leaders of several major families, as well as elite celebrities from each family. With these people around, can I really kill all three thousand people? Do you think too highly of me, or do you think too highly of them?”

He was just stating a fact calmly, but the monk felt slighted and insulted. He angrily asked, "What do you think I am discussing with you? Can a blood debt be bargained for?"

Wei WuXian said, “I’m not trying to bargain over this matter, but I don’t want to have my guilt doubled just because someone else says something. I don’t want to take the blame for something I didn’t do.”

One person asked, "You didn't do it? What wasn't done by you?"

Wei WuXian said, “For example, it was not me who tore Chi Feng Zun apart by five horses, nor was it me who forced Madam Jin to commit suicide at Jin Lingtai. The walking corpses you encountered on your way up the mountain were also not controlled by me.”

Su She smiled and said, "Ancestor Yiling, I have only heard that you are arrogant, but I did not expect you to be so humble. If it were not for you, I really can't think of who else in the world can control so many walking corpses and force us into such a mess."

Wei WuXian said, “What’s so hard to come up with? As long as you have the Yin Tiger Talisman, anyone can do it.”

Su She asked, "Isn't the Yin Tiger Talisman your magic weapon?"

Wei WuXian said, “That depends on who is so obsessed with it. Just like Wen Ning, some noble families were terrified of the Ghost General, and they shouted for his death, but secretly hid him for more than a decade. It’s strange, who said that he had been ground to dust?”

Everyone couldn't help but look at the Lanling Jin Clan's disciples present. After all, the one who was fully responsible for this matter, the two leaders who swore that they had burned the remnants of the Wen Clan, and the one who took the lead in scattering the ashes in Nevernight City, was the head of the Lanling Jin Clan. Su She immediately said, "You don't have to gossip."

At this moment, there were rustling noises and strange gurgling sounds coming from the woods.

Lan Qiren said: "Everyone be careful! A new wave of evil zombies is coming!"

Hearing this, half of the people turned around to respond, while the other half were still alertly pointing their swords at the group of "rabble" in front of the Demon Cave. Wei Wuxian said, "I said, these evil corpses are not under my control. If you have time to look at me, you might as well go and see them."

There were many famous monks present, as well as several family heads and elders. It was no problem for them to deal with a group of evil corpses. Swords flashed and pianos rang out, and no one cared about them. Jiang Cheng whipped the three evil corpses to pieces, then turned to Jin Ling and shouted, "Jin Ling! Do you still want your legs?"

He meant that if Jin Ling didn't come over, he would go back and break his legs. However, Jin Ling had heard this threat countless times and had never carried it out, so he glanced at Jiang Cheng and still didn't move. Jiang Cheng cursed, turned his wrist, and turned the purple lightning whip, preparing to entangle Jin Ling and forcibly pull him back. Unexpectedly, the purple light flowing on the purple lightning whip suddenly dimmed, and after a moment, it went out.

The long whip quickly turned back into a silver ring and was put on the index finger. Jiang Cheng was stunned. He had never encountered such a situation where the purple lightning automatically stopped. He was still looking at his palm when suddenly, two drops of blood dripped into the center of his palm.

Jiang Cheng raised his hand and wiped it, leaving a bright red mark on his hand. Jin Ling cried out in a lost voice, "Uncle!"

Several exclamations were heard from the crowd fighting with the zombies. Looking around, the sword lights of eight out of ten people dimmed, and nearly half of the people had two bright red marks on their faces, which were nosebleeds. Some people even had blood flowing from their mouths and noses!

A sword cultivator asked in panic: "What's going on?!"

"My spiritual power is gone!"

"Brother, please help me! I have a problem here!"

Bichen drew his sword and killed the two fierce corpses that were chasing the monk who was seeking help. However, the cries for help became more and more frequent, and the crowd gradually gathered and retreated towards the Demon Cave.

All of these monks who had come to the mass grave to kill suddenly lost their spiritual power. Not only did the sword light fade away, the talismans lost their effect, but even the music played by the disciples of the Gusu Lan and Moling Su clans became ordinary music, losing the effect of repelling demons.

The situation took a sudden turn!

Lan Wangji took off the ancient zither from his back, and the sound of the strings shook the sky. However, no matter how exquisite his barrier-breaking sound was, it was still the power of one person. Wen Ning jumped down to the Demon-Suppressing Cave to help him drive away the evil corpses, while silently enduring the slashing, slashing, punching and kicking from these monks. Fortunately, he had no sense of pain, so he was not affected. Amidst the chaos and the upheaval, Lan Sizhui suddenly rushed out and shouted, "Everyone, come here, come to the Demon-Suppressing Cave! There is a big formation on the ground inside the cave. Some parts are missing, but it should be usable if they are repaired. It can hold out for a while!"

Some monks who were crazy about killing wanted to rush in upon hearing this. Su She hurriedly shouted, "Don't go in! This must be a trap! There must be a more dangerous trap waiting for us inside!"

Hearing his shout, everyone suddenly woke up again, hesitating. Wei WuXian threw out more than sixty Heavenly Maiden Scattering Flower Talismans and said, “Death outside is death, death inside is death, either way is death, we can still delay it if we go in, why are you so anxious to let everyone die together?”

Although what he said made sense, because it was he who said it, everyone was even more afraid to go in, and hesitated to continue struggling with the evil corpses. Others could barely hold on for a while after losing their spiritual power, but Nie Huaisang couldn't wait any longer. Everyone knew that he was timid and had poor talent. He was not motivated and didn't practice well. He was forced into a panic and embarrassed by this sudden change. He was only protected by several personal guards. Seeing that the group of corpses was getting more and more, and there was no end in sight, he hurriedly said: "Are you going in or not? If you don't go in, I'll go in first. Sorry, go, go, go, go, everyone come in quickly!"

Before he finished speaking, Nie Huaisang led a group of disciples from the Qinghe Nie Clan into the Demon Cave. They were as anxious as a dog that had lost its home and as worried as a fish that had escaped the net. Others were stunned by his frankness. At this time, Ouyang Zizhen also shouted, "Father, don't kill! Trust me, go in! We just came out of that cave, there are no traps in it!"

The other young men also shouted, "Yes, there is indeed a large formation on the ground inside!"

Jin Ling said: "Uncle, come in!"

Jiang Cheng thrust out the Three Poisons that had lost their sword light, and said viciously, "Shut up!"

After he finished cursing, blood started to flow from his mouth and nose again. Jin Ling rushed down the steps, grabbed him and dragged him into the Demon-Suppressing Cave. Jiang Cheng had lost all his spiritual power at this time, and he was exhausted after fighting for half a day. He was dragged in by him. The cultivators of the Jiang family followed their master in. At that time, Nie Huaisang's excited voice came from the empty Demon-Suppressing Cave: "Everyone, come in quickly! It's very big in there! Which senior can come in and help fix this formation on the ground? I don't know how to fix it!"

After hearing his last sentence, everyone had two words in their mind: "Waste!"

Lan Wangji kept his finger on the string and raised his head, “Uncle!”

Lan Qiren originally did not want to enter the Demon Cave. He would rather fight alone outside until the last moment. However, he was not alone at this time. There were many Lan family monks and Jin family monks under his command. He was not the main force in the fight. He was unwilling to ignore the lives of these disciples. If there was a glimmer of hope, he would seize it. He did not look at Lan Wangji, raised his sword and shouted, "Be careful when you go in!"

At this point, the four great families, Lanling Jin Clan, Gusu Lan Clan, Qinghe Nie Clan, and Yunmeng Jiang Clan, had all entered the cave. With them leading the way, the rest of the people immediately decided not to resist stubbornly. Even if there really were any ferocious beasts, demons, or monsters in the Demon-Suppressing Cave, there were four tall men in front to carry them, and they rushed in quickly. In the end, only the group of people from Moling Su Clan had not made a move. Wei Wuxian said, "Hey, Sect Master Su, aren't you going in? Very good, then you can stay outside. But haven't we all run out of spiritual power? If you stay outside, aren't you just going to die? Your courage is commendable."

Su She glanced at him, his gloomy brows twitching constantly, and he also led his disciples into the cave.

The Demon-Suppressing Cave was able to accommodate more than a thousand people. The panting, hurried voices, and panicked sounds of the thousand people echoed endlessly in the empty main cave. Lan Qiren walked to Nie Huaisang as soon as he entered, and checked the broken parts of the formation on the ground under his eager and expectant eyes. This formation was indeed very old, so he cut his palm and repaired the formation with blood. Wen Ning stood on the steps and threw away the nearest corpses. Once the formation was repaired, the walking corpses seemed to be blocked outside an invisible barrier and could not rush in for the time being.

Wei Wuxian waited for Lan Wangji to put away his zither before he slowly walked into the Demon-Suppressing Cave with him. The monks who had just breathed a sigh of relief saw the two men, one in black and one in white, walk down the stairs, and their hearts immediately rose again.

No one expected that this would be the outcome. They had clearly come here to encircle and suppress the Yiling Patriarch, but now they were being encircled and suppressed, and had to hide in the main cave of the Yiling Patriarch to survive for a moment. Lan Qiren finished the formation on the ground and stood in front of the crowd, blocking the two men's way. He held his head high and was just about to open his arms to stop them, as if he would risk his life to die with Wei Wuxian if he dared to destroy the formation.

Lan Wangji said: "...Uncle."

Lan Qiren was still feeling disappointed, and for a moment, he still didn't want to look at this proud student whom he had taught since childhood. He just looked at Wei Wuxian and said coldly, "What do you want?"

Wei WuXian sat down on the steps and said, “No big deal. Now that we’re already here, why not have a chat…”

Yi Weichun shouted: "We have nothing to talk about with you!"

Wei WuXian said, “How can there be nothing to talk about? I just don’t believe it. Don’t you want to know how you suddenly lost your spiritual power? Heaven and earth are my witnesses. I don’t have the ability to allow all of you to be tricked without anyone noticing.”

Yi Weichun just made a sound of disgust when Nie Huaisang said, "Yes, I think what he said makes a lot of sense."

Everyone glared at him.

Wei WuXian added: “I guess you didn’t have time to gather together for a meal before you came here to siege us, so you probably weren’t poisoned.”

Lan Sizhui said, "It's definitely not poison. I've never heard of any poison that can cause a person's spiritual power to collapse suddenly. Otherwise, this poison would have been purchased by many cultivators at a high price, and the rumor would have spread like wildfire."

There were many doctors among the monks who came this time. After they caught a few of them and examined them for a while, they whispered, "How is it? How is it? Is the collapse of spiritual power temporary or permanent?!"

This question immediately attracted the attention of many people, and they had no time to be vigilant about Wei Wuxian. After all, if his spiritual power completely collapsed and could never come back, he would be a cripple, which would be a more terrible and painful consequence than dying here. Several doctors discussed for a while, and finally said: "Your Dan Yuan is fine, don't worry! It should be temporary."

Jiang Cheng was relieved when he heard that it was temporary. He took the handkerchief Jin Ling handed him and wiped the blood off his face. He then asked, "Temporarily? How long is temporary? When can I recover?"

A doctor said: "...I'm afraid...at least two hours..."

Jiang Cheng's face turned terribly dark: "Two hours?!"

Everyone looked up and saw the densely packed corpses outside the Demon-Suppressing Cave, which were no less in number than the living people they had brought this time. Everyone stared straight at the interior of the Demon-Suppressing Cave, where people were swarming and yang energy was surging. They were unwilling to leave even a step, and they were lingering and squirming outside, as if they would rush in at any time. The strong stench of decay filled their noses.

It would take at least two hours to recover the spiritual power? This broken formation on the ground that had been abandoned for many years and temporarily repaired, I don’t know if it can last for two hours!

Besides, the Yiling Patriarch was in the same space with them at the moment. Although for some reason he hadn't made a move yet, maybe he was just playing with them like a cat playing with a mouse and wanted to crush them to death after he had had enough fun and scared them enough. But no one could guarantee that Wei Wuxian wouldn't suddenly explode.

Their eyes focused on Wei Wuxian again. Wei Wuxian said, "I told you not to look at me. Right now in this Demon-Suppressing Cave, there are only two groups of people with spiritual power left. One group is me and Han Guang-Jun, and the other is this group of kids who were captured and brought up the mountain a few days ago. The rest of you are powerless, I guess. If I want to do something to you, can this group of kids stop me?"

Su She snorted, "Stop talking nonsense. If you want to kill someone, just kill him. Anyone here who screams is not a hero, and don't expect anyone to wag their tails and beg for mercy."

After he said this, many people started to have doubts in their hearts. Among the thousands of people, there were only about twenty people who really had a grudge against Wei Wuxian. The rest all joined in without thinking when they heard about the encirclement and suppression. They could be said to be just righteous passers-by who came together for the sake of morality. These people just wanted to follow the mainstream team and go with the flow. If they could kill one or two of Wei Wuxian's running dogs, it would also be a reputation. But if they really had to pay a price, few people would be willing to wade into this muddy water.

Wei WuXian looked at him and said, “Excuse me, but may I ask, who are you?”

He had just called Su She outside the cave, but now he asked again, which was obviously intentional. Su She's forehead was slightly bulging with blue veins, and just as he was about to speak, Lan Jingyi shouted, "Then what? Not poison, then what?"

Wei WuXian immediately forgot about Su She and said, “Then, people don’t just lose their spiritual power suddenly. There must be a way and an opportunity. Before or on the way to the mass grave, you must have come into contact with something or done something. This group of kids were captured a few days ago, so they were caught at a different time. Han Guang-Jun and I didn’t take the same path up the mountain as you did, so we took different roads. Is there anyone willing to think about what you did?”

In the dead silence, one person asked blankly: "What did we do? Did we all drink water when we went to the mass grave? Oh, I can't remember, I don't know."

Who would not be so tactful as to actively respond to Wei Wuxian at this time, doing whatever he was told to do and thinking whatever he was told to think? Only Nie Huaisang, who knew nothing about anything, could do that. Someone couldn't help but ask, "No one drank water on the way up the mountain! Who dares to drink water on this mountain of corpses?"

Nie Huaisang made another wild guess: "Did they all inhale the mountain mist?"

If there is something strange about the fog in this black forest, it would make sense. Someone immediately agreed: "It's possible!" But Jin Ling immediately said: "It's impossible. The fog is thicker on the top of the mountain, but we have been tied to the top of the mountain for two days, so isn't the spiritual power still there?"

Su She seemed to be unable to listen any longer and said, "That's enough? You guys are really discussing with him. Is it fun to be led by the nose by the enemy? He..."

Suddenly, his expression changed and he stopped talking. Wei WuXian said, “Go on. Why don’t you continue?”

The disciples of Moling Su Clan all stood up: "Sect Master!" "Sect Master, what's going on?!"

Su She shook off the disciple who was trying to help him, raised his arm, pointed at Wei Wuxian first, and then pointed directly at Lan Wangji. The disciple closest to him shouted angrily: "Wei Wuxian, what kind of magic did you use again?!"

Lan Sizhui said: "This is not magic! This is... this is..."

Lan Wangji, who was sitting at the side, pressed the five fingers of his right hand on the seventh string, freezing the trembling of the strings. The group of excited disciples who were talking at once suddenly stopped talking like a group of ducks being strangled by the neck.

The Lan family members present all thought silently in their hearts: This is the Gusu Lan family's silence spell...