Chapter 1742 - 49: Duan Xiyang’s Tragedy (2-in-1)

Chapter 1742: Chapter 49: Duan Xiyang’s Tragedy (2-in-1)

The four remained silent simultaneously, unsure of what to say.

"If he were brainwashed by the Guardian to slay demons and guard the Dao, that would be one thing. But that’s not the case."

Bai Jing chuckled, seemingly feeling the chill; he habitually tucked his hands into his sleeves, saying lightly: "The current family is built by a few sons. The eldest son’s branch is still the direct descendants."

"You all think my memory was wiped by the eldest, which is why I’ve been staying here; but you don’t understand my true intentions, do you?"

Bai Jing kept his hands tucked, chuckling lightly: "I just want to firmly remember."

Yan Nan frowned: "Remember what?! Lao Ba, that’s your descendants, your bloodline! Your eldest son is already dead, what do you still want to remember?"

Bai Jing smiled: "Fifth Brother, what I want to remember is exactly this, remembering firmly that they are my descendants, my bloodline."

He smiled, but as he spoke these words, his brows, the corners of his eyes, and the faintly exposed porcelain-like teeth conveyed a mysterious chill.

Yan Nan’s heart skipped a heavy beat.

He looked up and sighed.

Duan Xiyang said lightly: "Old eight Bai, that Yemo below, if continued according to the sect, also belongs to the disciples and grandchildren of your sect."

Bai Jing nodded: "Correct."

"What are your impressions of him?" Duan Xiyang said, "Since you don’t favor your own disciples much, why not give him to me? I will erase all traces of the Yixin Sect lineage, including all traces within your sect."

Bai Jing rolled his eyes: "What are you dreaming about?"

But he then smiled bitterly: "I wouldn’t particularly care for him... makes me uncomfortable. If Yemo can grow to stand equally with us someday, I would respect him then."

"Honestly, hasn’t changed his dog temper. Stabbed by his own son with a spear, turned into this sorry state for life!" Bi Changhong grumbled sullenly.

Bai Jing just chuckled, chuckled.

Without rebuking.

Below, Fang Che’s killing intent was yet to subside; he had already stored the long spear and was holding a sword, moving forward slowly.

Fog spread before his eyes, rushing towards him.

He suddenly forgot that he had just fought someone as a cloud of fog passed.

Instinctively on guard, he continued forward.

Faint strands of black gas emitted from his body imperceptibly.

He inexplicably felt bouts of relief but didn’t know why, thus strengthening his vigilance.

Yan Nan watched his vigilance, finally releasing a satisfied sigh: "Star Mist Heart Purification; it’s done. The Yemo’s body and mind have been washed over by me, now they should be at the most relaxed moment. His marks of time have already vanished. Being able to maintain such vigilance indeed makes him a promising talent."

Star Mist Heart Purification.

This was the benefit Fang Che enjoyed upon entering. Also, an advantage deliberately given by Yan Nan.

Performing Star Mist Heart Purification when someone is entirely oblivious can erase the heart’s marks of time, not concerning memory, meridians, or martial arts.

But it does remove the marks of time.

And these marks of time are a person’s primary adversary to aging!

Duan Xiyang said: "Such a short time? A bit stingy."

Yan Nan frowned: "How young is he altogether? Erasing two years is enough. If it weren’t for your request this time, I wouldn’t even offer him this. How many things has he gone through?"

"True."

Duan Xiyang stopped worrying.

Fang Che was proceeding through a haze, only feeling the mist gently sweeping over his face, into his eyes, into his heart.

Like a dream, like an illusion.

At the most perplexed and dreamlike moment, his consciousness suddenly cleared up.

His body instantly broke into a cold sweat, suddenly realizing, am I... not in a domain?

So, what is happening now?

Just as this thought occurred.

He felt his body float and rise, entering a strange place where fog churned like a furious sea. Within the fog rested a grand hall.

Fang Che unconsciously entered this hall.

Then he saw four people!

"Yemo."

A voice calmly transmitted: "Reveal your true identity."