Chapter 607 Tragic
"Grand Elder, all the real people, it seems that Junior Brother Ye really didn't know about it. Besides, there is no Yuanying cultivator in Tianchong Mountain. This person's sudden arrival may not be related to Junior Brother. It is really unfair for you to blame him like this." Xuanjizi couldn't bear to see Ye Chunyang being criticized, so he stood up to defend him.
Ye Chunyang was moved. Adding flowers to the icing on the cake is far less than helping charcoal in the snow. In this situation, Xuanjizi still stood up to protect him. It would be a lie to say that he didn't feel the slightest bit.
Zixiao Zhenren was still angry, and said: "Xuanji Zhenren, don't think that Ye Xiaobao can be blindly protected just because he is an elder in your peak. You have seen what happened today with your own eyes. The target of the Yuanying cultivator is clearly him. We have been implicated in vain. If we don't have an explanation, how can we be worthy of those disciples who suffered in vain?"
Xuanjizi's face stagnated.
"Besides, you have also heard that the Nascent Soul cultivator is from Wuji Palace, which is one of the three top sects in the Northern Wilderness. It can destroy our sect with a wave of its hand. Ye Xiaobao has gone down the mountain several times since he joined the sect, and has repeatedly brought disasters to our sect. It must be that he provoked the other party during his time down the mountain, which led to the situation today."
Zixiao Zhenren was unyielding. After a verbal battle, he looked at Ye Chunyang coldly and said, "Ye Xiaobao, what else do you have to say now?"
The Zhenren of the other main peaks gradually turned cold when they heard this, and they looked at Ye Chunyang with rejection. At this moment, they only believed what they saw. The latter provoked such a powerful enemy, and if he was not careful, he would bring the sect into a place of no return.
Ye Chunyang was silent and didn't know where to start. But when he heard that Wuji Palace was one of the three top forces in the Northern Wilderness, he couldn't help but be surprised. Not to mention the huge Northern Wilderness, he had never even left Tianchong Mountain. How could he attract such a powerful enemy?
The old man surnamed Yi stood quietly in the middle, looking out of the mountain gate through the protective light curtain, his face showing a solemn expression.
After a long time, he sighed and said: "The Northern Wasteland is vast and endless, and the Chaos Demon Realm is just one of the many realms. If the Xuanqing Sect is the strongest in the Chaos Demon Realm, the Wuji Palace is the giant in the Northern Wasteland, and ten Xuanqing Sects are not as good as the other party. That Yuanying cultivator is determined to destroy our sect. Even if we try our best, we may not be able to resist."
The immortals fell silent.
Xuanjizi sighed deeply, not knowing how to speak again.
"Grand Elder, in my opinion, there is a way to resolve this disaster." At this time, Immortal Zixiao suddenly changed the subject.
The old man surnamed Yi's expression moved, and he asked in surprise: "What can Immortal Zixiao do?"
Everyone looked over in unison. Facing the cultivators in the Yuanying period, they really had no confidence in being able to resist. Although they had formation protection at the moment, they were just struggling to survive. At this moment, they heard that Immortal Zixiao seemed to have a plan to deal with it, and they couldn't help but hope.
True Man Zixiao sneered, looked at Ye Chunyang who was silent, and said: "In the final analysis, the Yuanying cultivator of Wuji Palace only wants Ye Xiaobao. As long as we hand him over, this disaster will naturally be solved."
When the True Man of each peak heard this, their eyes immediately focused on Ye Chunyang. Judging from their cold expressions, they obviously agreed with True Man Zixiao's proposal.
"Zixiao, you are clearly seeking revenge! The Yuanying cultivator's magical power is so strong, how can Junior Brother Ye survive if he falls into his hands?" Xuanjizi was furious, and he was very disappointed with everyone.
"Xuanjizi, please don't slander me. My sect is facing a catastrophe. Even if I am narrow-minded, I will not do such a dirty thing of revenge. Everyone saw with their own eyes that the Yuanying cultivator named Ye Xiaobao to capture him. How many disciples of our sect have been sacrificed for this? How many people were buried with him? Since this matter was caused by him, it is natural for him to solve it. Otherwise, how can we explain to the many dead souls?" Zixiao Zhenren was also very dissatisfied and argued with Xuanjizi sharply.
"Zixiao Zhenren is right. Yuanying cultivators can destroy our sect with a wave of their hands. Since Ye is a member of our sect, he should shoulder the responsibility of protecting the sect. If sacrificing him can exchange for the safety of everyone, why not do this?" Tianxuan Peak Rongde Zhenren said indifferently.
"That makes sense. Now our sect is at the critical moment of life and death. Handing over one person can exchange for the survival of the sect. No matter which sect, we will agree." On the other side, Chen Qingzi of Tianquan Peak also spoke expressionlessly. Such straightforward words could not be more obvious. Obviously, he also agreed to hand over Ye Chunyang.
The two great elders, the old man surnamed Yi and the middle-aged man surnamed Yin, looked at each other, and it was difficult to make a decision for a while.
On the contrary, Ye Chunyang had a calm face, without any anger because the real people of each peak wanted to hand him over.
He raised his head slightly, and his eyes swept over everyone one by one. Those who rejected him, defended him, and stood by and watched were imprinted in his mind very clearly.
This scene was so familiar, as if he had returned to the scene of oppression by the powerful and the whole world was the enemy by the sea of Guixu in Dongzhou.
People's hearts are so complicated. When they can show their benefits to them, they will support them in every way. Now that the disaster has come, he has seen their true intentions. It can be said that people know the cold and warm of water by themselves.
What is righteousness? What is evil?
In the end, it is all about profit.
In the crowd, the expressions of several women changed, some were anxious, some were indignant, and some were calm. Among them, a woman in yellow clenched her pink fists, and her sharp nails had already pierced into her palms, but she seemed not to feel it.
Her eyes were always on the silent figure, and her pretty face showed a resolute look. Hearing the pressure from several real people, she flashed in front of the other party and looked directly at the real people.
"Masters, don't forget the sect war in the wild land half a year ago. Who broke the ghost array and who turned the tide to make our sect return safely in the war? Now you want to push him to the end. Are you all such fickle villains?"
Ye Chunyang's heart moved slightly. The woman who appeared was Mu Ling'er. Her voice was not loud and simple, but it brought a touch of warmth to his cold heart.
This word also fell clearly into the ears of everyone present. Master Rongde and others looked ugly when they heard it, and they felt speechless. Moreover, Mu Ling'er's identity was special. Even if they were masters of various peaks, they couldn't target her too much. They had to keep silent.
Master Zixiao snorted coldly and said lightly: "It's true that Ye Xiaobao has made contributions to our sect, but this is a different time. If we don't hand him over, all of us will die. Do we have to sacrifice the entire sect for him alone?"
Mu Ling'er's face was shocked and angry. Just as she was about to argue theoretically, a hand stopped her.
"No need to say more."
A faint voice sounded behind him, and the young man who had been silent all the time finally moved a little bit. He gently pulled the girl in front of him back and showed a gentle smile.
Mu Linger was slightly startled, and opened her mouth to say something, but she saw that his eyes were firm, and the words on his lips stopped unconsciously.
Ye Chunyang took a step forward, his face as calm as water.
"What you want is just for me to resolve this disaster. This matter is very simple. I can make you all do what you want." His voice was as calm as always, without any tension due to being forced by the crowd, nor the tension of facing danger, as if he was just chatting casually.
However, when these words came out, the expressions of the real people in each peak changed slightly, and the hands of the old man surnamed Yi behind his back could not help but tremble slightly, as if he had a premonition of what would happen next.
Ye Chunyang looked up and looked around at everyone, his face was neither happy nor sad, and said: "You don't need to argue about whether to hand me over. From now on, I, Ye Xiaobao, will have nothing to do with Tianqimen."
"Brother Ye, you?" Xuanjizi was shocked and looked at Ye Chunyang with disbelief.
"Yes, I choose to quit the sect!"
Ye Chunyang said calmly: "From now on, what I, Ye Xiaobao, do, what causes I plant, and what results I suffer will have nothing to do with the sect! You don't have to worry about whether you will be implicated because of me. As long as Ye leaves, Tianqimen can safely survive this disaster."
The whole place was silent.
The real people of each peak looked at each other in shock, as if they thought they were hallucinating. No one expected him to make such a decision.
"Young man Ye, don't be impulsive. I am not forcing you. There may be another way to solve this problem." The old man surnamed Yi sighed and said with a wry smile, but even he himself felt that this was so absurd.
If there were other ways, why would they be so anxious?
Ye Chunyang was calm all the time. After hearing this, he bowed to the old man surnamed Yi, and bowed to Xuanjizi, saying: "To this day, Xiaobao can still remember the protection you two gave me when I first climbed the ladder to heaven. At that time, the guardians of Wutianmen were aggressive, and it was the great elder and senior brother who took me in. Xiaobao will always remember this kindness, but today I am leaving the sect, and I don’t know if I can repay this kindness again."
The old man surnamed Yi trembled slightly, and he was about to say something but stopped.
He looked a little tragic, and finally he could only pat Ye Chunyang on the shoulder and said: "Boy, you have never let me down in these years since you entered my sect. You have saved the sect from danger many times, and you have stepped forward again today. If you count carefully, it is us who owe you a lot, and that little bit of shelter is simply insignificant."
"Junior brother Ye, don't do stupid things!" Xuanjizi advised with red eyes.
Ye Chunyang smiled. If he said that there were many people in Tianqimen who could move him, such as Li Mochen, Ling Xue, Lu Qingyun, Cheng Xinlan, who had shared hardships with him in the past...
Ye Chunyang did not think that he was so great, nor would he die in vain. He just felt that he should do something for them to survive.
Besides, although the Yuanying cultivator was strong, he might not be able to capture him. It was too early to say that he was going to die.
"Ye Xiaobao, do you know what you are doing? Don't you know how powerful that Yuanying cultivator is? Staying here may still give you a chance to escape. What good is there in leaving the sect except dying in vain!" Mu Linger said angrily. Her words sounded like a rebuke, but more of a heart-wrenching hatred of separation.
But before she finished speaking, her body suddenly embraced a warm chest, and a heavy and firm voice came to her ears: "Live!"
After speaking, Ye Chunyang finally looked at a woman in white in the crowd. It was her, the woman who had been with him day and night, and couldn't cut off the mess.
The two looked at each other, Qianying was as calm as him, and took a step forward, but before she could move, Ye Chunyang suddenly flicked his fingers, cast a spell on her body, and then turned into a rainbow and rushed out of the light curtain.
He knew Qianying's intentions and didn't want her to make a meaningless sacrifice for him.