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After a few days, the beautiful senior martial sister saw a disciple playing with a lantern and told the junior martial brother that she wanted to go back to the place where she used to live and find the original lantern that she liked very much.
Junior martial brother said, "We definitely won't be able to find it, let's not go."
But the beautiful senior martial brother insisted on going, and in the end Junior martial brother promised him that every Mid-Autumn Festival, he would give him a new lantern, and he would continue to do so until they were old. The beautiful senior martial brother then smiled and dismissed the idea.
That night, after Senior Sister fell asleep, Junior Martial Brother quietly went to the back mountain. He also really liked that lamp.
I like to keep it in the storage bag all the time, close to me.
But it's stained with the blood of demon cultivator, my own blood. If it's found by senior brother, it will be hard to explain.
So, even if you love it again, you can't keep it.
Just as it was about to be destroyed, a sword pierced through the back of the shoulder, blood gushed out, spraying onto the lanterns, the breath no different from the blood that had been spilled on them before.
The beautiful senior martial brother drew his sword, knocked the person to the ground, and pointed the long sword at his throat. The person, in despair, said, "Is this fun for you?!"
Junior martial brother coughed up some blood and said with a smile, "Didn't I tell you from the beginning, I am really bored."
The beautiful senior martial brother's mind was in chaos. When did the junior martial brother start practicing demon cultivator? Was it when he was rescued? Or when he escaped? Perhaps the rebellion of his subordinates was all part of his plan...
Suddenly, he had a more terrifying thought. He pointed his sword at the junior martial brother's fair neck, raised his eyes, and with bloodshot eyes, asked, "You have been practicing demon cultivator from the very beginning, from the moment you entered the sect, haven't you?!"
Junior martial brother looked flustered and almost incoherent, "Senior brother, what are you saying..."
"Why did you have to kill them! Why!"
"Of course, it's because I'm willing to!"
After saying this, it seemed like he had reached his limit, and he didn't have the strength to conceal the demonic energy surrounding him anymore. He reverted back to the appearance of a demon cultivator practitioner and collapsed on the ground.
The beautiful senior martial sister also felt that the silver chain on her body had never been so weak, almost as if it didn't exist. He panicked and was so scared that he dropped the sword in his hand.
The beautiful senior sister said to herself that she still had a lot of questions to ask him.
So the person was brought into the room and taken care of, but Junior martial brother, who is also into demon cultivator, couldn't wake up no matter what.
One day, the beautiful senior martial brother woke up and found that the silver chain on his body had disappeared, completely gone.
He hurried to check on Junior martial brother, whose pulse was weak but still beating. Finally, he decided to send someone to take care of him and went to find the medicine that could save him.
The beautiful senior martial sister just came down the mountain, unexpectedly running into the master, the living master.
The master still wore a white robe, but no longer had the grace and elegance of the past. His hair was disheveled, his expression fierce, and he approached with great momentum.
He seemed to be heading towards Senior Sister Mei, muttering to himself: "Is that scum finally going to die? How dare he block my path. Hahaha, it's truly a relief!"
He reached out to grab the hand of his senior martial brother, but it was dodged. The master seemed to have gone a little crazy, speaking incoherently and not making any sense.
In the end, he even fought with his senior martial brother. The master seemed to know almost all the flaws in his senior martial brother's swordsmanship, countering every move. In the end, the senior brother was at a disadvantage. Before he could ask the master what was going on, he was forced to swallow some unknown medicine, and then he became weak and was taken away by force.
On the road, the master alternately called him "good disciple" and "good son," looking at him with a gaze full of affection. The beautiful senior martial brother felt a chill in his heart.
He suddenly remembered the nonsense that Junior Martial Brother had said to him when he was drunk, and his heart was in turmoil. He asked the master, "Did you, did you have a child with a female practitioner of demonic cultivation?"
The master smiled and patted his head, saying, "Among the children I've had with demon cultivator, there may not be a hundred, but there are at least eighty. Which one are you asking about?"
"..."
My senior martial brother thinks our master has truly gone mad. Isn't our master the one who is fiercely against evil and always kills the wicked?
Our master then forcibly pulls him into his arms and lovingly says, "But among all these disciples, you are still my favorite."
"Because your mother is the most powerful, so you are also very powerful."
Before long, they arrived at their destination, which was the former sect of their master.
Although the place was overgrown with weeds and did not look habitable, the master seemed to be oblivious and just focused on preparing medicine, forcing the beautiful senior apprentice sister to take it.
This scene inexplicably feels familiar, as if it has been repeated countless times. Senior Brother Meiren's head is splitting with pain, and the strange effects of the medicine are dispersing. Before his eyes, colors shift and darkness encroaches. He can almost hear his master saying, "You can succeed, you will definitely succeed this time."
Senior Brother Meiren struggles to clear his mind, but it remains chaotic. He continues to ponder whether he is truly a child of demon cultivator or the junior martial brother's older brother, and whether his master really killed his parents.
It's impossible. Even if I really am the child of demon cultivator and my master, I should still be a mixed-blood. After practicing for so many years, it's impossible that I wouldn't have discovered this. Countless thoughts entangled in my mind, and the etiquette I was taught since childhood makes it impossible for me to accept this, but it seems like there's no other explanation.
The beautiful senior brother shook his head in pain and said, "No... I am not into demon cultivator."
Hearing this, the master stopped and turned around, sneering, " demon cultivator? How could you be that kind of worthless thing?" Then he smiled and patted his head, saying, "You are the best hybrid that I have painstakingly created, the most useful one."
"Although it's a bit difficult to handle, the last Mid-Autumn Festival was supposed to be a success on the night of the full moon. But with one careless move, you were actually controlled by the demonic force and killed all the other hybrids I raised."
"But this also proves that you are better than others. They are all trash, so you don't need to feel too guilty."
Master looked at the beautiful senior brother with anger, his eyes quickly turning blood red, and finally deep crimson. He said in surprise, "You still don't know about this? Oh, I guess that scum spent a lot of effort trying to hide it from you."
"How ridiculous, what's there to hide from you? How did he deceive you? He wouldn't have said that he killed all your junior brothers and sisters, would he? Hahaha!"
Watching the reaction of the beautiful senior apprentice brother, the master seemed to find it more and more amusing, laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten his back, propping himself up on the table and continuing to say, "I wondered why he always had to reserve half of his magical power to lock up your demonic energy no matter when. It turns out he was afraid of this. He deserved to be beaten to death by me."
"I still remember that you ran away from him once. I was about to find you that time, but then I was caught and brought back."
Watching Senior Sister Mei getting more and more unusual, Master quickly glanced at the doors and windows. There was no moonlight coming in today, and the medicine had been fed in advance, so there shouldn't be any accidents.
Soon, I will be able to become the most powerful person in the world.
In order to avoid any unexpected complications, he immediately imposed a ban.
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