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Chapter 166 The Fallen One

The monsters still held Xie Wanxun firmly in their grasp.

Xie Wanxun opened her eyes. She couldn't see any light, but felt an immense weight on her body.

"Netherfire, burn out!"

Purple flames erupted around her, and the phantoms turned to ashes.

Xie Wanxun stood still and poured the Netherfire in her hand directly into the array beneath her feet.

"Crack!"

The formation shattered, and the illusion vanished completely.

Xie Wanxun's soul escaped the illusion, and the shadowy figures that were originally outside the illusion quickly stepped forward, holding magical artifacts and talismans for capturing souls, and the soul-trapping array was quickly activated.

However, Xie Wanxun was so fast that she couldn't be seen clearly, and she instantly returned to Xie Wanning's body.

in the space of consciousness.

Xie Wanning looked at Xie Wanxun with relief. She had finally waited for her sister to return, and now she could leave in peace.

"Sister, I'm sorry, I really can't hold on any longer." Xie Wanning's soul turned into specks of light and was about to dissipate.

"Don't leave!" Xie Wanxun said coldly, a hint of heartache flashing in her eyes. She set up a ninth-grade magic array, directly sealing Xie Wanning's remnant soul.

This magic array was set up with demonic energy. If Xie Wan Ning tried to leave, she would be burned by the array.

Xie Wanxun's tone was very cold: "I will find your entire soul, and you are not allowed to go anywhere, sister."

Xie Wanning glanced at Xie Wanxun, who was noticeably different from before, and her remnant soul trembled.

What's wrong with my sister?

Before Xie Wanning could ask any questions, Xie Wanxun disappeared from the consciousness space, and Xie Wanning could not see what was happening outside.

Xie Wanxun opened her eyes, her scarlet eyes looking at Mo Xuan.

"You've fallen to demonic ways, Wanxun." Mo Xuan's voice trembled slightly, and his body shook as well.

Although there is only a one-word difference between "becoming a demon" and "falling into demonhood," they are vastly different.

"Becoming a demon" refers to a cultivator's inability to resist the allure of their inner demons, allowing them to control their mind and transform from a spiritual cultivator into a demonic cultivator. They become driven by desires, hating and killing others, possessing the most evil thoughts, and committing acts that are shameful for cultivators.

Falling into demonic possession is something even demonic cultivators dare not attempt. A fallen demonic cultivator's consciousness is slowly erased, their body completely surrendered to their inner demons. They gradually lose emotions and memories, retaining only the thought of killing. Only an endless cycle of killing sustains their survival. If they cease killing, they will die. Therefore, fallen demonic cultivators gradually become monsters capable only of killing.

Xie Wanxun's power had been exhausted long ago, but now she was able to break out of the illusion and was even stronger than before, which means that she had begun to have her consciousness eroded by her inner demons, and this powerful force came from her inner demons.

Xie Wanxun didn't say anything, but directly thrust the sword in her hand towards Mo Xuan.

The shadowy figures rushed forward to stop them, but were killed instantly by Xie Wanxun with a few sword strikes.

Only the shadowy figure at the Nascent Soul stage survived by chance, but his right hand had been severed. His golden eyes were fixed on Xie Wanxun, filled with both fear and hatred.

Xie Wanxun, wielding the Luoze Sword, charged directly at Mo Xuan.

Mo Xuan nimbly dodged, but dozens of sword blades appeared on his back, and a ninth-grade binding array appeared beneath his feet.

Seeing that there was nowhere to escape, a thick black mist appeared around Mo Xuan, and he disappeared from the spot. The black figure that had managed to survive also disappeared.

Only a tattered cloth remained on the spot, obtained from Xie Wanxun's sword piercing the corner of Mo Xuan's clothes.

Xie Wanxun picked up the fabric, her brows furrowing slightly.

Suddenly, she brought the fabric close to her nose and nodded.

A faint bamboo scent.

black market.

"Find! Find her quickly! Haven't you found any trace of Xu Weilin? Even Xu Xiaoli has disappeared? How is that possible! It must be because you've done a poor job. Don't come back if you can't find her." Qin Muyang overturned the desk, his face grim, his voice hoarse, and he exuded a strong sense of oppression.

The men were so frightened they trembled and scrambled away.

Since Xu Weilin disappeared more than half a month ago, the Pavilion Master has even stopped operating the black market. He has mobilized all his subordinates and connections in order to find Xu Weilin's whereabouts.

However, his men searched the road from the black market to Baiyao Valley thoroughly but found no trace of Xu Weilin.

Even Xu Xiaoli from Baiyao Valley has disappeared, and the people of Baiyao Valley are doing their best to find their personal disciple.

Suddenly, a subordinate ran up and shouted, "Master, someone is outside requesting an audience."

"Don't bother me, I'm not seeing anyone. Just say the black market is closed recently," Qin Muyang said irritably, waving his hand.

His subordinate tremblingly produced a white token, which immediately drew Qin Muyang's attention.

He was overjoyed: "It's Wan Ning, she's back."

Qin Muyang ran out to look for Xie Wanning, and when he opened the door, he indeed saw the person he had been thinking about day and night.

But the man's eyes were scarlet, and his gaze was devoid of emotion.

"Are you Xie Wanxun?" Qin Muyang unconsciously took a step back, his body tense, and his tone became stern: "Where is Wan Ning? I want to see her."

Pain flashed in Xie Wanxun's eyes. She hesitated for a moment before saying, "We were ambushed. Wan Ning and I were trapped in the secret realm. That person destroyed Wan Ning's soul. Now Wan Ning only has a remnant soul left. She can't come to see you."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Qin Muyang rushed towards Xie Wanxun like a madman. His eyes were bloodshot, and he gripped Xie Wanxun's shoulders tightly, shouting with heart-wrenching pain, "Why didn't you protect her? Why! Aren't you her sister? Give her back to me!"

Xie Wanxun felt guilty and let Qin Muyang shake her.

Tears filled Qin Muyang's eyes, and demonic energy gradually emanated from his body. He tightened his grip on Xie Wanxun and rebuked her sternly and mercilessly, "Xie Wanxun, is it because you want to possess Wan Ning's body that you let her be hurt!"

"Snapped!"

Xie Wanxun slapped Qin Muyang hard across the face. Her whole body was trembling, and her eyes were filled with intense killing intent. Her scarlet eyes grew brighter and brighter, and the demonic energy around her was almost as thick as black ink.

"Boom!"

A tree suddenly snapped in half, and Xie Wanxun looked at her bleeding fist before calming down.

Just now, she was almost overwhelmed by her inner demons and lost all her reason; she began to lose control of herself.

Qin Muyang got up from the ground, spat out the blood in his mouth, and glared fiercely at Xie Wanxun.

But then Xie Wanxun's apologetic voice was heard: "Qin Muyang, it's my fault for not protecting Wan Ning. You're right, it's my fault as her older sister."

Xie Wanxun looked at Qin Muyang with bright eyes: "I will find a way to repair Wan Ning's soul. I will definitely make sure she lives peacefully."

"I, Xie Wanxun, hereby swear an oath against my inner demons. I will definitely repair Xie Wanning's soul, or else may I be struck by lightning."

A golden light flashed around Xie Wanxun, a sign that the Heart Demon Curse had been established.

Qin Muyang's expression softened slightly, his anger lessened, and the demonic energy around him dissipated considerably.

"I've come here to tell you that the person who's been chasing me and Wan Ning is Mo Xuan, the leader of the Shadow Pavilion, and Mo Xuan's true identity is Si Jinchuan, the senior disciple of the Cloud Soaring Sect." Xie Wanxun clenched her fist.

“Si Jinchuan is not a demonic cultivator; he doesn’t have any murderous aura.” Qin Muyang’s suspicious gaze fell on Xie Wanxun.

Xie Wanxun laughed dismissively, "I have my own way of judging."

Then, her expression turned serious, and she instructed, "Qin Muyang, be careful of the people from the Shadow Pavilion, and also be careful of Si Jinchuan. You can only see Wan Ning if you stay alive."

"I see."

As Xie Wanxun was about to leave, a white token was tossed into her hand.

"I despise all demonic cultivators, including you. However, if you need anything regarding Wan Ning, you can come to me anytime," Qin Muyang said coldly.

Xie Wanxun chuckled, took the token, and disappeared into the darkness.