Chapter 332: The Truth Is Hard to Distinguish

"Ma... Master..."

Fuyin clutched his chest with a look of shock, and Dan Yang and Danzhu were also filled with disbelief—was the man before them, handsome as jade, not their master, Lingxiao Zhenren himself!

What is going on?

Fuyin looked at his senior brothers, confused, only to find that they were not showing great respect, but rather grave expressions.

What is going on? Could it be that the person before them is not their master? But this face is exactly the same as it was fifteen years ago; what is the truth behind this?

Fifteen years ago, when the Yuanqing Sect suffered a great disaster, Fuyin, Dan Yang, and Danzhu were out training and were not present; they only heard about the tragedy at Yuanqing on their way back to the sect, and it was the talk of the town at the time.

The three of them did not believe it at first, but upon returning to Yuanqing, what they saw was a scene of misery.

The Yuanqing Sect had only Lingxiao Zhenren as its head, with seventeen disciples, and the rest were the apprentices taken in by these disciples. But by the time the three of them rushed back to Yuanqing, only eight of the thirteen senior and junior brothers remained.

Among the fallen fellow disciples were two senior brothers and seven junior brothers, and among the seven junior brothers, three were still very young, mere children, yet they ended up with wooden tablets for covers and mountain stones for huts, and the number of grand-disciples lost was countless.

A great sect, in a single night, was reduced to a state of withered lineage.

This matter naturally alarmed Wuwei Laozu, who had been in seclusion for decades; he came to the main hall in person to preside over the situation, reordered the remaining Yuanqing Sect Members, and only after entrusting the great responsibility to the eight senior and junior brothers did he hide away in the mountains again.

After that, led by Shangqing Zhenren, they and their seven junior brothers maintained Yuanqing for another year before announcing the closing of the mountain gates. From then on, the various Elders cultivated on their own, each performing their duties, which led to the Yuanqing of the present day.

There was nothing unusual about these past events, but there were two things Fuyin had never been able to figure out.

The first was the tomb of their mistress, Tumi Xianzi; it was a cenotaph established half a year after the incident at Yuanqing, but why it was a cenotaph, the senior brothers kept their mouths shut about.

The other matter was their master, Lingxiao Zhenren.

As far as Fuyin knew, the master and mistress had deep affection for each other; since a cenotaph was set up for Tumi Xianzi, but there was no tomb for the master, that meant the master was still alive. If the master was still alive, then where was he?

It was not that Fuyin had never asked these questions, but the five senior brothers were tight-lipped and never mentioned a word about this matter in their daily lives; could it be because of this?

Is the man before them really their master? Or is it that...

Or is it that the master is the Demon Lord?

No! That doesn't make sense!

Although Fuyin had never seen the Demon Lord, he had heard of the connection between Tumi Xianzi and the Demon Lord; if his master were Mo Zun Boyan, how could Tumi Xianzi have married the master?

The four senior brothers remained silent, and Fuyin Zhenren could not sort out his thoughts for a moment; seeing the Demon Lord holding Lingxiang, with the same appearance as his master, he was even more confused.

At this moment, the Demon Lord suddenly formed a hand seal and pointed a finger at Lingxiang's Divine Court.

The Elders were greatly alarmed, and Qianyuan Zhenren and Chengxin Zhenren, despite their internal injuries, flew out, intending to save Lingxiang. However, at this very moment, the Ghost Face, who had been watching from the sidelines, made a move.

But the two True Persons had just been injured, so how could they be a match for the Ghost Face? They were defeated and knocked to the ground again in just three moves.

A hand seal? The Demon Race knows hand seals?

"Lingxiang! Lingxiang!"

Long Qi, trapped in the water cage, was extremely anxious; he struggled to tear through the Water Art trapping him, but even though she was severely injured, Lingxiang did not let go of her hand seal.

The Demon Lord saw everything; he glanced at Long Qi, and the ruthlessness in his eyes made Long Qi tremble, but he still tried his best to break free from the witchcraft.

It was then that the Ghost Face blocked his path and said in a very low voice, "If you want that girl to be fine, stay put."

Long Qi was puzzled; he hurriedly looked at Shangqing Zhenren, wanting to ask for help, but saw that Shangqing Zhenren was not panicked, sitting cross-legged to meditate and regulate his breath.

Long Qi had seen that Shangqing Zhenren was injured, but what did his calm demeanor mean?

Long Qi looked at Donghui Zhenren again, but Donghui Zhenren was just like Shangqing Zhenren.

Could it be that they no longer cared about Lingxiang's life or death?

At this time, Fuyin Zhenren, who was to the side, spoke up: "It's the Spirit-Infusing Technique!"

What? The Spirit-Infusing Technique?

So the Demon Lord was doing this to infuse Spirit Qi into Lingxiang.

That Pill of Lingxiang's, although it could increase her cultivation, overdrawn the Spirit Power in her body; it was a helpless move in an emergency, and calling it a harsh medicine would not be an exaggeration. Her cultivation was not high to begin with, and her limit for Spirit Power was mediocre; she was already at the end of her rope before, and then she suddenly unleashed the Rainstorm Art, which was why the backlash came so quickly.

Lingxiang was currently only losing Spirit Power, but once the Spirit Power in her body was exhausted, it would be her lifespan that was consumed.

The Demon Lord naturally understood this, which was why he performed the Spirit-Infusing Technique on Lingxiang; as long as he replenished the Spirit Power Lingxiang had consumed while performing the technique and offset the repulsion of the pill, he could ensure Lingxiang's life was safe.

But as a member of the Demon Race, why would the Demon Lord perform the Spirit-Infusing Technique, and where did he get the Spirit Power?

Could he really be the former Sect Leader Lingxiao?

Fuyin Zhenren was completely baffled, and looking at Shangqing Zhenren, he did not seem to have any intention of telling the truth.

Just then, a black shadow flashed by, darting into Wuji Hall like the wind, and before long, it flew out carrying the Dust-Peering Mirror.

It was Sangmu.

Sangmu was human and had cultivation; if someone taught him the hand seals, he would naturally be able to summon the Dust-Peering Mirror, but how did he know the hand seals for the Dust-Peering Mirror?

Could the person before them really be...

Lingxiang stared at the Demon Lord, who had a gentle face before her, and could not sort out her thoughts for a moment; even after the Demon Lord finished the technique, Lingxiang's mind was still in chaos.

Seeing Lingxiang's confused face, the Demon Lord smiled: "What? Don't you recognize me?" Then he gently tapped Lingxiang's head: "Daddy said, whatever Xiang'er wants to do, just go do it; even if you're wrong, Daddy will cover for you!"

Hearing this, Lingxiang's eyes widened in shock.

"You... are you really..."

"Daddy?"

With the word "Daddy" out, Lingxiang clutched the Demon Lord's hem tightly, just like when she was a child, but her heart kept telling her that she must never believe anything the person before her said.

But all of this was so real, so real that Lingxiang felt that whether it was true or false did not seem to matter much anymore.

Lingxiang's eyes filled with tears, but she stared fixedly at the Demon Lord's eyes; she hoped to see some clue in them, but what she saw was only gentleness, that familiar yet strange gentleness.

She was lost...

If all of this was true, then what was everything she had plotted for?

"Lingxiang! Lingxiang!"

Just as Lingxiang was sinking into despair, calls woke her up.

It was Long Qi!

Lingxiang woke up with a start, her brows furrowed as she blamed herself for nearly losing her way. The Demon Lord, however, looked displeased; he swept a glance at Long Qi and raised his hand to deliver a finger strike.

It was the Qinghui Finger again, and this strike was aimed directly at Long Qi!