Quick Wear: Everyone dislikes you, but you are always coveted by the boss

Chapter 343: Raising Gods 23

The appearance of a cultivator will not change after entering the Jindan stage. Even if the realm becomes higher, his appearance cannot be substantially changed.

For someone like Qiu Yueming to have his hair turn white overnight, it is impossible for his hair to turn white so completely unless the pain he experienced was far beyond his ability to bear and he was tortured to the point of being on the verge of death multiple times.

Qing Wan still thought that it was because she didn't get him the medicine on time that he had to go through this. For a moment, she felt helpless and sad. With tears in her eyes, she lowered her eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "...I'm sorry."

These three words were like sharp thorns, piercing Qiu Yueming's nerves and making him turn pale with pain.

The curve of his lips was still hooked, stiff to the point of trembling slightly, and he said in a pretentious voice: "Wanwan, you are not wrong, you have not made any mistakes."

“But…” Qing Wan clutched Qiu Yueming’s clothes tightly, and said softly with a heavy cry: “Because I killed a lot of people, children, old people, and even pregnant women. I saw it, it was all blood… Master, I killed a lot of people.”

She cried until she was shaking all over. The conscience that Qiu Yueming had given her in the past, at this moment, turned into a sword that judged her with morality.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." She kept repeating these three words while crying.

Qiu Yueming's heart was bleeding when he heard this, and his throat was filled with the taste of blood. He looked pale, and held the face of the person in his arms, saying word by word: "Qing Wan, I'll say it again, you did nothing wrong."

"You didn't kill those people, and you didn't know you had such abilities. You are a victim just like them."

"In the final analysis, it was me who asked you to get the medicine. It was me who exposed you to the public, causing chaos and even giving Phantom an opportunity to break your hands and feet, making you a tool for him to massacre the city."

"You are like a beautiful and sharp dagger. You just exist, but there will always be evil people with ill intentions who use this knife to kill people. There is nothing wrong with the knife, but the person who uses the knife is wrong."

Qiu Yueming's voice was hoarse, and the bloodshot at the corners of his eyes turned red like tears of blood after being stained by water.

He reached out to wipe away the tears on Qing Wan's face, and his sleeves dropped slightly. Qing Wan then noticed that the gauze hastily wrapped around his wrist was stained with blood and even soaked through his sleeves.

Noticing her gaze, Qiu Yueming felt suffocated and tried to retract his hand in a somewhat embarrassed manner, but Qing Wan was quicker than him and pulled her other hand to see that it was also covered in blood. The amount of bleeding was so heavy that a large area of ​​the gauze was soaked.

When cultivators become powerful enough, ordinary weapons cannot cause them any harm at all. Even if they are injured, they can recover quickly.

When one reaches Qiu Yueming's level, if one wants to injure oneself to this extent and the wound does not close, one must constantly use spiritual power to tear the wound open, constantly destroying its healing ability.

Qing Wan's heart sank as she realized that Qiu Yueming was punishing herself by repeating the injuries she had suffered.

She suddenly looked up and glared at him, feeling angry and distressed at the same time, and asked, "What are you doing?!"

Qiu Yueming avoided her gaze, lowered his eyes and retracted his wrists under his wide sleeves, and responded to her in a gentle voice: "It is my fault and incompetence. I didn't realize that there was something wrong with your physique all these years, which is why you suffered such a disaster for no reason."

Qing Wan opened her mouth and was about to refute what he said when Mu Tong's voice suddenly sounded outside.

"Your Majesty, the head of Qishan Sword Sect and the venerables of various clans request to see you."

Qiu Yueming's eyes dimmed. She turned around and saw Qingwan frowning slightly. She reached out and touched her hair to comfort her, then got up and left.

Qing Wan, who stayed behind, saw that his steps were also slow, and knew in her heart that he must have replicated her injuries exactly.

Moreover, at this time, all the tribes came to us, most likely because of the matter of Yecheng.

Succubus...

Qing Wan lowered her eyes and stretched out her hand to grab the pink mist that Qiu Yueming left on her. Her stomach felt very hungry, but she did not eat the mist anymore. Instead, she quietly got up and followed.

Wuwangju, teahouse.

The place that used to be luxurious, elegant and quiet is now crowded with all kinds of people. It seems that everyone except the Void Realm has sent people here.

Qing Wan was afraid that the peony scent on her body would leak out, so she wrapped herself in two or three Qiuyueming's outer robes, squatted in the corner outside the window of the inner hall, looking messy like a little dumpling, and took a quick look.

He found that many of the visitors were the ones who broke into the City Lord's Mansion that day. They had unfriendly faces, hidden viciousness and jealousy, staring at Qiu Yueming as if they wanted to skin him alive.

The first one to lose his temper was the Demon King Lan Qi. His face was cold and he asked, "The disciple of the Taoist Master is a succubus, right?"

No one would have dared to ask such an impolite question before.

But three hundred years ago, Qiu Yueming forced himself out of seclusion in order to suppress the rebellion of Lingxu Sect and the Demon Lord Mo Jingchun, which caused damage to his body and a sharp drop in his realm. Now his strength has been greatly reduced, which is something everyone knows.

The mountains that were unshakable in the past now seem to be able to be completely moved away with just a push from everyone.

The new leader of the Qishan Sword Sect is a coward. Now that his own supreme elder is being questioned in this way, he dare not come out and explain the reason.

In the silence, Lan Qi became more arrogant and furious.

"My third son was bewitched by her and was seriously injured in Yecheng. Not only did his cultivation power disappear, but he also acted like a madman when he woke up, crying and shouting for her."

In the past, Lan Qi didn't believe in those illusory legends at all, until Lan Jingning woke up from serious injuries. He looked like a drug addict with a disease, or the most extreme believer, with red eyes, and wanted to find someone like crazy, which was completely different from his previous appearance of sneering at love.

Lan Qi was indeed heartbroken, but besides feeling heartbroken, he also quietly developed some ambitions.

Since he can bewitch people to this extent, if he uses it for his own purposes, wouldn't he be able to indirectly control all the strong men in the six realms, and even the Void Realm...

Lan Qi's heart was filled with emotions, and his ambition has not yet subsided.

After he finished speaking, the abbot of the White Horse Temple also frowned and said, "The disaster caused this time is not small. Half of the people in Yecheng have suffered this disaster. Even the Lord of Yecheng, Li Jingchuan, was killed by someone who had his spine pulled out and his bones broken, and his skin and flesh crushed. Not to mention, it was the day when the Zhaiyue Tower opened the cards, so many people present were bewitched. If it is not resolved, it may cause disaster."

Lan Qi slammed the table and said directly: "The disaster has already happened! I think we should catch that devil and keep him under strict supervision!!"

Some people also took the opportunity to say: "The Dao Zun should be a role model for the famous and upright sects, but he secretly harbored such a demon. Shouldn't he reflect on himself?"