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Chapter 118 Search

In the dim North Cliff Cave, Lu Xiuyuan and Wen Lingyue stood side by side, their eyes focused on the soul-soothing banner that exuded a sinister aura.

Lu Xiuyuan's heart was full of determination, while Wen Lingyue was full of hesitation and trepidation. The Soul-Suppressing Banner, a legendary magical weapon that could suppress ghosts and devour living beings, now showed unprecedented power in their hands.

Lu Xiuyuan took a deep breath, tightly grasped the Soul-Calming Banner, and his eyes revealed a kind of determination. He understood that these cultivators in front of him, whether enemies or friends, had become a threat to their survival. He had to make a choice, and this choice would determine the life and death of him and Wen Lingyue.

Wen Lingyue stood aside, looking at Lu Xiuyuan's determined eyes, feeling mixed emotions.

She never thought that she would be involved in such a killing, let alone help the evildoers. However, reality forced her to make a choice.

As Lu Xiuyuan activated the Soul-Suppressing Banner, a powerful suction force emanated from the banner, drawing the surrounding monks in one by one. The monks screamed in fear and tried to form a formation to resist, but the power of the Soul-Suppressing Banner was too strong, and their resistance seemed so pale and powerless.

The soul-soothing banner seemed to turn into a black whirlwind, sucking the monks in one by one. The monks' screams echoed in the cave, like a sad elegy. Their bodies gradually disappeared under the engulfment of the soul-soothing banner, turning into wisps of black smoke and dissipating in the air.

In a moment, the area within the Beiya Cave became completely silent. Those monks who were once so noisy had now become part of the Soul-Calming Banner. Their lives had just disappeared in the hands of Lu Xiuyuan and Wen Lingyue.

Wen Lingyue looked at the scene in front of her, and a strong feeling of nausea surged in her heart. She bent down and retched. The feeling of vomiting made her body curl up into a ball, as if she wanted to expel all the pain from her body.

Lu Xiuyuan looked at Wen Lingyue's painful expression, and his heart was filled with helplessness. He walked over and gently patted Wen Lingyue's back, trying to comfort her. However, his words were like a sharp knife, piercing Wen Lingyue's heart.

"You are so cold-blooded!" Wen Lingyue raised her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "There are people from your Juling Sect and my Mingyue Palace here. Are you going to kill them all like this?"

Lu Xiuyuan looked at Wen Lingyue, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He took a deep breath and said slowly: "Wake up, don't be stupid, don't be a saint. If they live, you will die. They will kill you without mercy!"

Wen Lingyue felt a sharp pain in her heart when she heard Lu Xiuyuan's words. She knew that what Lu Xiuyuan said was true, but she could not accept such a reality. She would rather believe that there is still kindness and justice in this world, rather than endless killing and cruelty.

However, the reality does not allow her to escape. She knows that she and Lu Xiuyuan have embarked on the same road and cannot turn back. They must continue to move forward and face more challenges and dangers.

After the massacre, Beiya Cave became even more eerie and terrifying. Lu Xiuyuan and Wen Lingyue's hearts also became more determined and cold in the massacre. They knew that in order to survive, they had to learn to adapt to the cruelty and ruthlessness of this world.

Although Lu Xiuyuan's words were cold and direct, they revealed a cruel truth. However, Wen Lingyue could not accept this reality. The kindness and justice she had always insisted on seemed to be completely overturned at this moment. She looked at Lu Xiuyuan in front of her, and the grudges and barriers in her heart were like an invisible barrier, separating the two of them.

The scene was a mess of dead and wounded, blood flowed like a river, and the air was filled with a suffocating smell of death. Those once vibrant lives had now turned into cold corpses. Except for a few people who managed to escape, most people died in this tragic battle.

Lu Xiuyuan looked at the relics of the monks on the ground, and a gleam of greed flashed in his eyes. He thought to himself: "Oh my God, I'm going to get rich now." For him, these relics are not only a symbol of wealth, but also a helper for his future cultivation. He couldn't wait to take these treasures for himself.

However, Wen Lingyue stood still, and she looked at Lu Xiuyuan with strange eyes. She didn't understand why Lu Xiuyuan valued these treasures so much that he was even willing to sacrifice other people's lives in exchange for them. In her heart, these relics were just relics left by the dead, and they should be respected instead of being greedily plundered.

Seeing that Wen Lingyue did not move, Lu Xiuyuan did not say anything. He began to search for the monks' treasures, taking precious instruments, elixirs, and spiritual stones into his pocket. His movements were swift and skillful, as if he was used to such scenes.

Wen Lingyue looked at Lu Xiuyuan's back, and the gap in her heart became deeper and deeper. She felt that the distance between her and Lu Xiuyuan was getting farther and farther, as if they were from two different worlds. She didn't understand why Lu Xiuyuan became so cold and greedy. Could the path of cultivation really make people like this?

As time went by, Lu Xiuyuan collected more and more treasures. A satisfied smile appeared on his face, as if he had forgotten the tragic battle just now. However, Wen Lingyue could not let it go. She felt as if she was drawn into an inescapable vortex, being dragged by Lu Xiuyuan's greed and cruelty.

Finally, Lu Xiuyuan stopped what he was doing and turned to look at Wen Lingyue. He found that Wen Lingyue had been standing there without moving, with a puzzled expression on her face.

"Why don't you search for treasures together?" Lu Xiuyuan asked.

Wen Lingyue looked at Lu Xiuyuan, with a complex emotion in her eyes. She took a deep breath and said, "I don't think we should do this. These relics are left by the dead, and we should respect them instead of greedily plundering them."

Lu Xiuyuan frowned after hearing what Wen Lingyue said. He felt that Wen Lingyue was too naive and childish, and didn't understand the cruelty and ruthlessness of this world. He sneered, "Respect? In this world, only the strong can survive, and the weak will only be eliminated. These relics are the key to our strength improvement, and we must collect them before others."

Wen Lingyue felt a growing estrangement as she listened to Lu Xiuyuan's words. She felt that Lu Xiuyuan had become strange and scary, no longer the person she once knew. She turned away silently, not even glancing at the relics.

There were so many treasures here. Lu Xiuyuan's eyes widened as he scanned the monks' relics on the ground. He squatted down and began to carefully search the monks' storage bags. Each storage bag seemed like a small treasure house, with all kinds of treasures hidden inside.