Lu Wuming finished dealing with the city lord. As he emerged from the city, he could already sense the more intense scent of blood outside.
Beyond the smell of blood, Lu Wuming could also clearly feel that mixed in the air, besides strong spiritual energy, there was also a potent demonic energy that could not be ignored.
Although he was of the ghost race, his body still contained spiritual energy. As a result, upon sensing that demonic energy, Lu Wuming instinctively knitted his brows, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.
However, this discomfort did not last long.
As he approached the source of the demonic energy, he discovered that the aura felt incredibly familiar, so familiar it was already etched into his heart.
He looked up.
Amidst a sea of corpses and blood, Liu Buli stood quietly, holding a long sword in one hand and a coffin on his shoulder.
As if sensing his approach, Liu Buli turned his head to look in his direction. His eyes, which were originally pitch black, had somehow turned completely blood red. Like congealed blood, they were exceptionally striking under the afterglow of the setting sun.
Upon seeing Lu Wuming, a brilliant smile spread across Liu Buli's face. He was like a lion that had just finished a meal and was very satisfied, his eyes filled with pleasure and joy. Licking his lips, Liu Buli smiled at Lu Wuming and said, "Wuming, I suddenly realized that perhaps suppressing myself and trying to adhere to the rules of this world isn't a good thing. I quite like my current state, what do you think?"
Lu Wuming remained silent.
He walked to Liu Buli's side as quickly as possible, unconcerned that Liu Buli was drenched in blood. He directly extended his arms and embraced the other man tightly. Maintaining this posture, Lu Wuming took two deep breaths, then slowly said, "My answer is the same as before. No matter what Master has done, no matter what he has become, as long as Master feels good about it, Wuming will also feel good about it. There's nothing to it."
Although…
Master's current appearance was indeed a little frightening.
However, as long as Master himself felt there was no problem and his body would not suffer any harm, Lu Wuming would offer his unconditional support. It had always been this way, from the past until now, and it had not changed.
Hearing his words, Liu Buli narrowed his eyes slightly.
He was, of course, extremely satisfied with Lu Wuming's answer.
He flicked the blood off his long sword and sheathed it at his waist. Still carrying the coffin, he turned and gave Lu Wuming an order: "Let's go. First, you'll accompany me to send your junior sister back. As for Ao Lie's matter, we'll deal with it slowly after we've resolved the issues within our sect."
Lu Wuming didn't understand what issues needed resolving within the sect. However, since Liu Buli had said so, he obediently nodded, expressing his compliance as he always had.
But as he watched Liu Buli walk forward with the coffin on his shoulder, Lu Wuming pondered for a moment. He walked to Liu Buli's side and said, "Master, the coffin is too heavy. I'll carry it for you."
It had always been this way in his memory.
Liu Buli was actually a rather lazy person.
Although for cultivators, the weight of many things could not be judged by ordinary people's strength, and Liu Buli's cultivation was so high that the coffin was nothing to him.
However, under normal circumstances, Liu Buli would certainly not want to carry it all the way back himself.
Lu Wuming understood this personality trait of his very well, so he subconsciously assumed that Liu Buli would agree to his suggestion.
But things did not develop as he had imagined.
Liu Buli simply smiled slightly and shook his head, refusing his offer. Holding the coffin as if it were a treasure, he said, "Your junior sister has been with me for so long, and thinking about it, I haven't done much to treat her well. This is her final journey, and as her master, I should treat her well at least once. There's no reason for you to help."
Liu Buli spoke calmly and with great firmness.
Lu Wuming knew that he had no intention of changing his mind.
So, after a moment of hesitation, he quietly stopped trying to persuade him.
The rest of the journey was very quiet for both of them.
Liu Buli said that if they walked too fast, he was afraid Yun Xiang's soul would not be able to keep up and find its way home.
Therefore, the journey back was much slower than the journey there. By the time they returned to the foot of the Dan Sect mountain, the morning sun had already risen again.
Liu Buli had no intention of changing his clothes. Not only that, but his killing intent and demonic energy were not restrained at all.
Maintaining this appearance, he walked step by step towards the mountain gate.
Lu Wuming sensed that his condition was not right, but he thought that as long as he stayed by his side, he would not let him suffer any harm. So, he quietly swallowed his doubts and followed him upwards, maintaining his previous state.
While the two of them were in this state, the sect on the mountain was in an uproar.
Liu Buli had killed an entire city and then annihilated the entire Vajra Sect. The Demonic Sword had absorbed too much blood, to the point that it had completely influenced him to enter a state of demonic possession. Coupled with his compliant mindset, anyone could see that he was now thoroughly demonically possessed.
The dispersed demonic energy, combined with Liu Buli's formidable strength, meant that even before he reached the mountain, the people in the sect had already felt the overwhelming demonic energy approaching.
The other disciples and elders were filled with fear, and the Grand Elder was in a complete panic.
As was their usual method of dealing with such situations when Liu Buli was absent and a powerful enemy approached, they could only place their hopes on Shen Muzhi, who was second only to Liu Buli.
Due to the excessive expenditure of spiritual energy, Shen Muzhi had already reverted to his spiritual cat form and was being held by You Siqi since Liu Buli and the others had left.
Upon receiving the report from the Grand Elder, You Siqi, holding the little cat in his arms, rushed to the mountain gate.
The Grand Elder waited there, anxiously asking Shen Muzhi, "Elder Shen, what… what is going on? Did we accidentally provoke some enemy again?"
Shen Muzhi did not answer his question.
When he first arrived, he was indeed a little nervous. But after carefully sensing the demonic energy, he realized that it felt somewhat familiar, so familiar that he almost instantly determined what had happened.
The little cat pressed its paws against its face, Shen Muzhi didn't know what kind of expression to make.
After a moment of silence, he finally spoke, "If you've done nothing wrong, you'll be fine today. If you've done something wrong, I can only say, may you fend for yourselves."