The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife
Chapter 777: All Cultivators, Yet So Ferocious

Chapter 777: All Cultivators, Yet So Ferocious

Zhao Yuyang’s heart trembled slightly.

He didn’t immediately take the porcelain bottle; instead, he looked directly at Ji Chengyi and asked, "Sect Leader, do we really have to go this far?"

"Of course, we have no other choice," Ji Chengyi said, rubbing his forehead in resignation.

Seeing that Zhao Yuyang hadn’t moved to take the bottle, Ji Chengyi stood up and personally walked over to hand it to him.

With a sincere tone, he said, "You not only have to retrieve the Glassy Bottle, but you also have to kill me, Junior Brother. This concerns the entire Seven Peaks Sect. You will help me, right?"

Zhao Yuyang felt as though the porcelain bottle weighed a thousand pounds.

After all, he had already caused harm to his little junior brother.

Yet, torn between loyalty and righteousness, he had no choice but to make a decision.

He nodded, his voice heavy with resolve, "Alright, I will take care of this."

Ji Chengyi let out a satisfied hum, and a smile finally appeared on his face.

He placed his hand on Zhao Yuyang’s shoulder and continued, "To avoid her seeing through the trap, I’ll only take half of the Peak Masters and disciples with me from the Seven Peaks Sect."

"What about the others..." Zhao Yuyang felt a chill in his heart.

For his Sect Leader, he was willing to act as bait and sacrifice himself, but the others—his senior brothers, sisters, and fellow disciples—were innocent!

If Nanli and her people came to kill them, most of them wouldn’t survive!

Ji Chengyi tightened his grip on Zhao Yuyang’s shoulder, his voice turning cold, "In order to lure her out and eliminate her once and for all, it has to be done this way!"

Zhao Yuyang’s lips trembled, and he looked conflicted.

"Sect Leader, if it were just me, I would have no complaints, but the others in Seven Peaks Sect... How can you bear to use them as bait?"

Ji Chengyi’s eyes reddened, and tears immediately welled up in his eyes.

"Junior Brother... If it weren’t for this, I’m afraid we wouldn’t even be able to save half of Seven Peaks Sect," he said, his shoulders shaking. "I made a wrong move, and now everything keeps going wrong. If it were just me who had to die to settle our grievances, that would be fine, but she’s filled with hatred and is determined to wipe out our sects! I’m not only doing this for myself but for Seven Peaks Sect and the entire Upper Realm!"

Zhao Yuyang’s heart ached, and he quickly helped Ji Chengyi sit down.

"Sect Leader, I understand," he said, his voice low and determined.

Ji Chengyi looked at his face, and after making sure Zhao Yuyang had no further doubts, he nodded.

"I entrust everything to you."

"Don’t worry," Zhao Yuyang reassured him.

Not long after, Ji Chengyi took three of the Peak Masters and their disciples to leave Seven Peaks Sect.

Although the Upper Realm was vast, their sects had various magical tools, making it easy to find a dozen or so injured monks.

Moreover, Jiuzhou Town had been sealed off, and they had no escape route.

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Shandu had been unconscious for an entire day.

In his dazed state, he could feel someone feeding him water and medicine.

When he finally regained full consciousness, he saw a pure, fair-skinned boy standing beside his bed, smiling broadly at him.

"Master, you’re awake!"

The boy was overjoyed, but he didn’t dare shout too loudly. Instead, he quietly slipped out to notify his parents.

A couple entered the room, both wearing expressions of happiness.

"Master, you’re finally awake," the man said, noticing Shandu trying to sit up. He quickly rushed over to stop him. "You’re too injured, you mustn’t move recklessly."

The external injuries were not severe, but Shandu’s internal injuries were grave. He would need at least a month of rest to recover.

"Did you save me? Thank you," Shandu rasped, his voice hoarse.

The woman hurriedly waved her hand. "No need to thank us. You once helped our family exorcise evil spirits and saved our son’s life. You even taught him how to cultivate Qi. He has some talent and has managed to make some progress. He might even be selected in the upcoming sect competition."

The couple smiled proudly as they spoke about their son.

In the Upper Realm, they were just ordinary commoners.

For their son to have some talent in cultivation was a blessing, like heaven’s mercy on them.

But the boy shook his head.

"I’m not going! These major sects are slandering Master Shandu, calling him a bad person, accusing him wrongly! If I get selected, it would be like associating myself with them!"

The couple frowned, their smiles fading as they exchanged glances, and then sighed.

They only had this one son, and they naturally wanted him to have a better future.

In the Upper Realm, only cultivators could live with dignity.

People like them, who had no cultivation talent, were destined for hard labor and often went without food.

Shandu furrowed his brow slightly.

"Proclamation?" he asked urgently, "How long have I been unconscious? Did you see only me?"

The man replied, "You suddenly fell into our yard, and you were all alone. You’ve only been unconscious for a day and night, but the entire Upper Realm has posted your bounty."

The woman looked worried. "Yes, we went to ask around. The Jialan Celestial Mountain, Penglai Island, Seven Peaks Sect, and even House Sima are all searching for you. The situation is very serious."

Shandu’s expression changed, and he hurried to get up.

"Then I must leave quickly."

They were ordinary people. He couldn’t risk involving them.

The boy grabbed his arm. "Master Shandu, I know you’re all good people. Our family isn’t afraid! You just stay here and heal."

"No..." Shandu shook his head, about to explain, but before he could finish, the wooden door of the courtyard was suddenly kicked open.

"Where are they? Come out!"

The couple and the boy froze.

They exchanged looks and quickly reached a silent agreement.

"Master Shandu, stay here. We’ll go deal with them."

With that, the man hurried out with the boy.

Shandu dared not stop them, fearing that making a sound would reveal his presence.

Breaking in were several disciples from Penglai Island.

They were dressed in the attire of Penglai Island and looked arrogant.

One of them spoke, "Someone said you picked up a monk. Hand him over right now."

The man naturally denied it. "That’s a lie! We’re just ordinary people with no cultivation. How could we take in a monk when the bounty is posted on our door?"

The Penglai Island disciple frowned, considering this.

However, a neighbor shouted from the side, "Lies! I saw them carrying a monk back yesterday! You brothers should go search the house; you’ll definitely find him!"

The disciples from Penglai Island immediately became furious.

Without another word, they rushed into the house.

The family tried to block the door, with the boy in the front.

He believed that since he had now cultivated some Qi, his body would be a bit stronger.

However, in front of the Penglai Island disciples, he was like a child.

With one swift kick, he was sent flying.

The boy let out a scream as he crashed into the wall, and bricks and stones fell, burying him completely.

"Son!"

The couple’s eyes went wide in shock. They rushed to dig him out.

The boy was freed, but his heart veins were damaged, and he was breathing shallowly.

The couple cried out in grief, glaring at the disciples of Penglai Island.

"You... you’re cultivators, and yet you’re so cruel!"