I must say, a dog's nose is sharp.

　　Following the faint scent of Mo Ye in the air, I found the water dungeon where he was held.

　　If we're talking about being ruthless, it must be these prestigious righteous sects.

　　When I saw Mo Ye again, he was pierced and hung on the wall, covered in blood.

　　It's indescribable with just the word 'tragic.' 'Mo Ye!' I and the Sky Wolf called his name, and he barely opened his eyes.

　　'Go buy a flower cake, how did you end up like this?' I complained, unintentionally adding a hint of crying in my voice.

　　'I'm fine, don't cry.' Mo Ye's voice sounded somewhat helpless, perhaps he's never seen a girl cry before.

　　'While Long Mingjian has led everyone away, let's hurry up and go.' Together, me and Sky Wolf took Mo Ye down from the wall.

　　He was nailed there really tightly."

　　The Little Tian Lang carries Mu Ye and me on his back.

　　Just as we were about to run out of the Jiuyou Gate, a transparent barrier suddenly appeared out of thin air and bounced us back.

　　"Evil creature, where are you running?" An old man with white beard appeared out of thin air, and I felt like I had heard this phrase before.

　　I frowned and pondered, this phrase seemed strangely familiar, images from my childhood appeared in my mind.

　　He's done for, I swear.

　　"Didn't your mother teach you manners?" I politely greeted his mother first.

　　The old man with white beard frowned at me, "Has the dog gone mad?" The contempt in his voice was indescribable.

　　He's in big trouble now.

　　I'm a dog, why would I care about manners? I just speak my mind.

　　I insulted him to the point of trembling, and he raised his hand, sending a sword aura towards me.

　　"I insulted you and yet you still argue.

　　What kind of man are you if you resort to violence directly?" I dodged while spitting phlegm on the ground.

　　"This is my Jiuyou Gate, you're seeking death." The old man was completely enraged, raising his hand to create a barrier that wrapped around me, and an invisible giant hand pressed down towards my head.

　　The immense pressure caused pain in my organs.

　　"Ding." The Dragon Roar Sword came through the clouds and pierced the signboard of Jiuyou Gate.

　　The fluttering tassel of the sword looked really cool.

　　The pressure around me lessened with the arrival of the Dragon Roar Sword.

　　In the past, I would never have imagined that one day I would find a sword so cool.

　　The old man with white beard squinted at the Dragon Roar Sword, his clouded old eyes filled with greed.

　　This is a legendary divine weapon, who wouldn't want it? The disciples chasing after the Dragon Roar Sword stopped in their tracks, bowing respectfully to the old man with white beard.

　　"Greetings, Sect Master." "Instead of cultivating, you're running around with a sword? What's the use of a legendary divine weapon without spiritual power as the foundation? Is this how I taught you? How ignorant!" The old man with white beard stood in mid-air, his hands behind his back, and the wind lifted his robes, giving an invisible sense of authority and oppression.

　　He spoke righteously, but he just wanted to possess the Dragon Roar Sword.

　　Even if the Jiuyou disciples were unwilling, they had to leave in anger.

　　Watching the disciples leave, the old man's satisfied expression quickly disappeared, and he returned to the barrier with a pained expression.

　　"Mu Ye, you were once my top disciple in Jiuyou, but now you're associating with demons.

　　You are causing trouble in the mortal world, so today, I will kill this demon myself to protect the world." The Jiuyou Sect Master raised his hand, pointing at Mu Ye's forehead.

　　Stealing your things and still finding some righteous reason to kill you.

　　"I spit on you! White-bearded old dog, insulting you is even an insult to myself.

　　You took Mu Ye as your disciple only because you saw his talented aptitude and wanted to absorb his power when you reached a bottleneck in your cultivation." I sneered, exposing the dark intentions of the person dressed in white before me.

　　These Jiuyou disciples were nothing more than stepping stones for his promotion.

　　I discreetly looked up and observed Mu Ye's expression.

　　He seemed calmer than I had imagined, but the hand clenched tightly by his side betrayed him.

　　It's only natural, but who would have thought that the Sect Master who adopted him would have ulterior motives? If it were anyone else, the whole world would collapse.

　　After Mu Ye fell into the demonic path, his cultivation did not improve because he still held onto his Dao heart and was unwilling to cultivate as a demon.

　　Only by cutting off his Dao heart could he become stronger.

　　The head of the Jiuyou Sect lowered his gaze and glanced at me.

　　There seemed to be astonishment in his eyes, but when he looked at the solid barrier surrounding him, he relaxed.

　　He snorted, flicked his robe, and I somersaulted and rolled twice.

　　I was hanging upside down like a dog, it was truly shameful.