Chapter 129.1: Senior Brother is indeed a demonic cultivator
The hidden demonic cultivator in the Xie family had been found and taken away by the two demonic cultivators in the Xuandan realm, escaping to an unknown destination.
Moreover, since Yu Le had been injured, Mo Cunzhi did not stay at the Xie residence for a short visit as planned. Instead, he bid farewell and took Yu Le back to the Wuyue Immortal Sect to recover from his injuries.
Xie Ji was overwhelmed by the trouble caused by his younger brother. He still needed to seek a doctor to reattach his severed hand and was unable to persuade his friend to stay longer, which left him feeling regretful.
His regret wasn’t just about that—he also regretted letting the female demonic cultivator escape.
Every time he thought about the female demonic cultivator who had seduced his brother, Xie Ji’s anger flared.
Xie Xun had been stabbed by him with a sword. Although the wound wasn’t fatal, Xie Xun’s health had already been poor. After enduring both physical and emotional blows, he fell into a coma and hovered between life and death several times.
Several doctors worked day and night to treat him, and only then did he wake up.
When Xie Xun finally regained consciousness, he saw his elder brother standing by his bedside.
With his hands behind his back, his elder brother reprimanded him, “Considering your poor health, I won’t punish you for now. Once you recover, go kneel in the ancestral hall.”
“Only when you admit your mistake will you be allowed to come out.”
Xie Xun, trembling like a candle in the wind, looked pale and sickly, his complexion as thin as bamboo paper, filled with a heavy sense of illness.
In a frail voice, he said, “Ever since… ever since eldest brother… you’ve changed. Day by day, you’ve grown more stubborn… Let go of yourself…”
“I’ve said it before! You have no eldest brother! In your current state, you dare meddle in my affairs?” Xie Ji left in anger, the conversation ending on a sour note.
As Xie Ji exited the room, he gave instructions to the attendant waiting outside, “Keep a close eye on him. No one is allowed to tell him anything about what’s happening outside.”
The attendant lowered his head and meekly agreed.
With a stern expression, Xie Ji returned to his courtyard to handle family matters, only to encounter a servant pacing hesitantly outside.
It was Qing Guang, the servant he had previously assigned to take care of his friend Mo Cunzhi.
“What are you pacing around for?”
Qing Guang bowed to him, hesitation clear on his face. “Young master, today when I went to tidy up Master Mo’s room, I noticed something strange.”
Xie Ji walked toward the room. “What was strange?”
Qing Guang followed closely behind, knowing how much his master detested demonic cultivators, and reluctantly reported the truth: “The demon-trapping array’s runes in Master Mo’s room have been damaged.”
“It wasn’t damage from the outside, but rather… a powerful demonic cultivator remained inside the array for a long time, causing the runes to corrode.”
Xie Ji’s steps suddenly halted.
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Mo Cunzhi and Yu Le had just returned to the Wuyue Immortal Sect, but the next day Mo Cunzhi became busy. That night, a disciple was found dead within the sect.
It was a disciple stationed at the forbidden area of the back mountain, someone in the Spirit Refining realm.
Mo Cunzhi, being in charge of the Punishment Hall, was tasked by the sect master to investigate the incident.
With Mo Cunzhi away, Yu Le stayed alone at Hanya Peak, fully refining the demon core within the blood-born fetus.
A torrent of demonic energy surged through his body, and Yu Le took a step into the Nine Desires realm.
This power, originally belonging to the male protagonist, now completely belonged to him.
He no longer needed Mo Cunzhi’s demonic energy to assist in refining the demon core.
In fact, he no longer needed to fear the sect master or his former master. With his current cultivation, even if he couldn’t defeat them, he could escape from their grasp.
Touching the Dingyang Ring on his arm, Yu Le continued to disguise himself as the low-level junior disciple, lying on his bed and pondering when it would be best to leave.
Mo Cunzhi, exuding cold energy, hurriedly returned. Seeing Yu Le obediently lying on the bed resting, his expression softened slightly.
He didn’t mention the demonic cultivator’s killing within the sect and only asked if Yu Le was feeling any discomfort.
It seemed he had come specifically to check on Yu Le, asking if his stomach hurt, staying only for a short time before quickly leaving again, his brows furrowed with unshakable worry.
Yu Le glanced around at the snow-covered peak, feeling a sense of boredom wash over him.
He descended from Hanya Peak, intending to find his senior brother and sister.
Since he was about to leave, it only made sense to bid them farewell.
His senior brother Meng Qing’s place was lively, with many disciples gathered, all deep in discussion. The topic of conversation was the demonic cultivator lurking within the sect and committing murders.
It turned out that not long after the first disciple was killed, another incident occurred. This time, a patrolling disciple had been found dead.
“Didn’t the sect master assign Senior Brother to handle this matter? He’s been patrolling the sect with others—how did another disciple suddenly die?”
“It’s all because demonic cultivators are cunning, hiding in the shadows. They kill and then vanish without a trace. Everyone needs to be extra careful these days and avoid being alone.”
“Senior Brother has dealt with demonic cultivators many times. He can see through their disguises in an instant. As long as that demonic cultivator dares to show himself in front of Senior Brother, he’ll definitely be caught.”
A disciple who had attended the swordsmanship competition confidently chimed in.
Yu Le listened from the side, absentmindedly twisting a small flower in his hand.
So, this part of the plot had finally arrived. According to the original story, there were several waves of demonic cultivators infiltrating the Wuyue Immortal Sect.
Some were enemies of the male protagonist, coming to kidnap the female lead, while others were members of the demonic clan, trying to oppose the male protagonist. They were all after the demonic corpse sealed in the forbidden area of the back mountain.
The corpse belonged to Mo Cunzhi’s biological father, the elder brother of the male lead Chang Que, and the former lord of the Demonic Path. His body had been sealed and hidden by the sect master in the back mountain.
Rumors had spread within the Demonic Path, claiming that a demon core was sealed in the back mountain of the Wuyue Immortal Sect. The demonic cultivators who had come to investigate were targeting this very treasure.
However, their information was outdated—the sect master had already destroyed that demon core long ago.
In the original plot, Senior Brother’s demonic clan identity was revealed at this point, and he was naturally mistaken for the one responsible for killing his fellow disciples.
Yu Le narrowed his eyes slightly, letting the crushed flower fall from his hand.
“Yu Rui.”
Yu Le turned around to see Mo Cunzhi staring at him, his breath slightly uneven, and his tense expression not yet fully relaxed.
“I went back to Hanya Peak earlier, but you weren’t there.”
“Oh, I felt a bit scared being alone, so I came down the mountain. Seeing Senior Brother busy, I didn’t want to disturb him, so I decided to come and visit here instead,” Yu Le replied with an innocent look. “Did Senior Brother come looking for me because he was worried?”
In front of everyone, Mo Cunzhi didn’t show any affection but simply spoke in a softer tone. “It’s fine for you to stay with Senior Brother Meng for now. Once the issue with the demonic cultivator is resolved, I’ll come pick you up.”
The disciples gathered around couldn’t help but ask Mo Cunzhi about the demonic cultivators upon seeing him.
Just then, two disciples wearing the robes of the Punishment Hall hurried over.
Meng Qing, noticing their anxious expressions, interrupted the others, “The Punishment Hall disciples are here to see Senior Brother. There must be some new information. Let’s not delay him any further.”
Mo Cunzhi glanced at the two disciples and noticed something strange in the way they looked at him.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“Senior Brother, the Sect Master has ordered you to go to Quxing Peak. All the direct disciples from the various peaks are also required to attend,” one of them said.
The other disciple added a bit more detail, “Young Master Xie Ji from the Shangshan Xie family has also arrived and is currently at Quxing Peak.”
His friend was here? Could it be that something had happened at the Xie family again, prompting them to seek help?
Mo Cunzhi nodded. “Let’s go.”
Meng Qing and Yu Le followed him.
While the others were unsure of what was about to unfold, Yu Le could already guess. It was likely going to follow the same path as the original plot—his poor Senior Brother would end up taking the blame.
By the time they arrived at Quxing Peak, a crowd had already gathered. Xie Ji stood inside the hall, accompanied by elders from the Xie family.
Yu Le’s master, Qin Haoran, was also present, seated to the left of the Sect Master.
Wuyue Immortal Sect’s Sect Master, Xu Bingjiu, appeared as a cold and stern man, with streaks of silver threading through his hair.
His demeanor was somewhat similar to that of his disciple, Mo Cunzhi, whom he had personally trained.
However, he was harsher and colder in comparison, and, as for his looks, he was also uglier.
Yu Le withdrew his gaze and, seeing Bai Feishuang standing among the direct disciples from the various peaks, went over to stand with Senior Brother Meng Qing.
Bai Feishuang glanced worriedly at Senior Brother Mo, who had entered the hall, and forced a small smile at the two of them.
“What’s going on? Is there news about the demonic cultivators?” Meng Qing asked in a low voice.
But before Bai Feishuang could answer, Xie Ji had already spoken, “Everyone is here. Sect Master Xu, please give us a conclusion so I can have peace of mind.”
“And let everyone see whether my long-time friend, Brother Mo, truly has any connection with the demonic cultivators.”
Mo Cunzhi frowned and met Xie Ji’s suspicious gaze, not understanding what had happened. He then looked up at his master and martial uncle.
“What is the meaning of this?” he asked.
The Sect Master remained silent, while Qin Haoran sighed quietly. “Young Master Xie suspects that you, Cunzhi, are a deeply hidden demonic cultivator. He wants us to verify your identity.”
Upon hearing this, Mo Cunzhi found it absurd. He had been cultivating in Wuyue Immortal Sect since childhood and had slain countless demonic cultivators. Now he was being accused of being one himself? And by his own friend, no less?
He locked eyes with Xie Ji, who gritted his teeth and said, “If I’m mistaken, I’ll accept any punishment from you, Brother Mo, even kneeling to apologize. But I must get to the bottom of this. I will not allow myself to be deceived by a demonic cultivator again!”
The Sect Master still did not speak.
Mo Cunzhi, unaware of his own identity as the child of both immortal and demonic bloodlines, stood there with a clear conscience. But those who knew the truth, like the Sect Master, did not dare to reveal Mo Cunzhi’s origins.
Years ago, a momentary lapse in judgment had led them to raise this child, and now it was clear that decision had sown the seeds of disaster.
Xie Ji’s words stirred murmurs of discontent among the personal disciples. One of them, outraged, said, “Our Senior Brother holds such a high status. Do you think your Xie family can just come in and make accusations at will? Don’t push us too far!”
“You still have the nerve to call yourself Senior Brother’s friend? What kind of friend acts like this?”
“There’s no way Senior Brother’s identity could be in question. If there really were an issue, would the Sect Master and the others not have noticed? So many esteemed elders were present at the Sword Tournament—could they have all overlooked it?”
“Exactly! Senior Brother has killed so many demons. How could he possibly be a demonic cultivator?”
