When Wu Xingxue went out, he would sometimes disguise himself. Each time it was a little different, but the foundation was there, so no matter how he changed his appearance, he was never ugly.

He only needed to tie up his casually arranged hair high with a white jade coronet to have that look of 'leaning on a slanted bridge from horseback,' the kind most likely to charm young ladies. He would seem bold and dashing, capable of being sullen, of laughing, of teasing people.

Sometimes, Ning Huaishan would be in a daze, feeling that was their City Lord's true nature.

Fortunately, he was clear-headed enough to know that it was all a deception.

So what if they had chatted and laughed? Weren't they dead a few days later?

He had followed Wu Xingxue to many places and seen many people die at his hands. When he met a new person, he still couldn't guess whether Wu Xingxue wanted to kill them or spare them.

He had also seen Xiao Fuxuan, but not many times.

According to the Heavenly Dao, in those years, Xiao Fuxuan was guarding the Canglang Northern Domain and shouldn't have come to the Mortal Realm often. But unluckily, every time he came, Wu Xingxue would run into him. It was truly a case of enemies being destined to meet on a narrow road.

When a Demon Lord saw the High Immortal who was specifically in charge of heavenly punishment, could he be happy? Absolutely not.

Ning Huaishan always remembered the expression on Wu Xingxue's face when he saw Xiao Fuxuan from afar. It was a listlessness that even a disguise couldn't hide.

Wu Xingxue would always make Ning Huaishan return to Zhaoye City first, so he didn't know what happened between them. But he knew that every time Wu Xingxue returned, he would be in an even worse mood.

At those times, he and Fang Chu wished they could be eight zhang away from Wu Xingxue to avoid becoming innocent casualties. Over time, they simply treated "Xiao Fuxuan" and "High Immortal Tianxiu" as forbidden terms, never mentioning them if they could help it.

Ning Huaishan had long felt that between his City Lord and Xiao Fuxuan, or rather, with the Evil Demons growing stronger and the Immortal Capital tightening its grip, there would inevitably be a tragic outcome.

So when Wu Xingxue attacked the Immortal Capital, he wasn't surprised at all. He had guessed the City Lord's actions many times, but this was the only time he had been right.

Ning Huaishan thought about the twenty-five years of imprisonment and said to Wu Xingxue, "I think you and High Immortal Tianxiu must have known each other for a long time and have some history, otherwise it wouldn't be like that. You must have a grudge."

A grudge, huh...

Wu Xingxue thought.

Ning Huaishan, emboldened by the absence of his City Lord's puppet and the fact that he couldn't see his face, wasn't nervous. He guessed without any scruples, almost recklessly.

He thought, 'Anyway, this tomb won't open for another day and night. By the time it does, the City Lord won't remember this conversation.'

Fang Chu, who was probing a hole, suddenly shouted, "Fuck, what is this thing!"

Ning Huaishan turned to go take a look when he suddenly heard a series of explosive bangs from above—

He flinched in shock. Looking up again, he saw a damned familiar golden light. The golden light brazenly wedged itself into the tomb, forcibly breaking the immortal magic that had sealed it.

The oil lamps in the tomb trembled wildly without any wind!

They suddenly shot up several zhang high, as if to burn down the entire tomb, then were abruptly extinguished the moment they flared.

The next instant, there was a deafening crash.

The entire tomb ceiling, which supported the immortal temple, came crashing down from dozens of zhang high.

Dust and smoke flew everywhere. Even the tall god statue in the tomb was shaken so hard that cracks appeared all over its body.

Ning Huaishan coughed violently a few times and saw the newcomers through the smoke.

It was Xiao Fuxuan and his group.

Shit.

The immortal magic sealing the tomb was that easy to break???

Just as this thought popped into his head, he felt someone kick him from behind, not too lightly and not too heavily. Kicked forward along with him was Fang Chu.

The two of them stumbled forward a few steps and happened to land right in the pile of Yin Creature corpses.

So, when Yi Wusheng and the others landed in the tomb, this was the scene they saw—the tomb was filled with pale, bluish corpses, their heads severed from their bodies, and blood flowed like a river.

And Ning Huaishan and Fang Chu were standing on a mountain of corpses, their expressions cold, their hands still stained with dried blood.

Those few disciples from the Immortal Sect were still young, and their faces turned pale on the spot.

Not to mention the common folk.

Even Yi Wusheng was shaken by the scene. He clutched a piece of paper and said in a strained voice, "You... you two... did you two kill all of these?"

Ning Huaishan: "..."

Fang Chu: "..."

They finally understood why they had been kicked over. They answered dryly, "Yeah."

But Wu Xingxue, the one who had actually done the deed, was far away from them, standing alone behind the god statue, his hands clean, cupping the hand warmer he had just picked up.

He thought to himself, 'Finally, it's someone else being wrongly accused while I get to watch the show.' But he saw that Xiao Fuxuan wasn't looking at "someone else" at all. His gaze pierced through the swirling dust in the tomb and landed on him.

They stood in a silent standoff for a moment before Xiao Fuxuan lifted his foot and walked over.

The moment he moved, the others finally stopped standing frozen. Yi Wusheng and his group also came down from the collapsed tomb ceiling, crossed the mountain of Yin Creature corpses, and gathered around.

"Isn't this supposed to be a tomb? Why is there a god statue enshrined here?" those few Immortal Sect disciples noticed the huge statue and looked up at it.

"Do you think... the reason our senior brothers and sisters came to Great Sorrow Valley repeatedly but could never find the person who was Summoned was because they never came to this underground tomb?"

"I don't know. It's possible. Let's look around."

...

Wu Xingxue listened to their discussion and also looked up at the god statue he hadn't paid attention to earlier.

He actually didn't recognize many god statues, and even if he saw one, he couldn't tell who was who. He only knew that this person was not Immortal Leader Mingwu, Hua Xin, who was worshipped by the Hua Family, nor was it High Immortal Tianxiu.

Just as he was trying to get a clear look at the statue's appearance, he felt a tall figure appear beside him.

Xiao Fuxuan had come over. He stood right next to him and also glanced up at the god statue.

Then, his deep voice sounded, "Why were those Yin Creatures here?"

Wu Xingxue tilted his head and glanced at him.

If he honestly confessed that Ning Huaishan and the others had brought them in to frame him, then it wouldn't make sense why they had killed them. So Wu Xingxue averted his gaze and said, "I don't know. They were here when I came in. Maybe they were sealed in here before."

Xiao Fuxuan pressed his lips together and didn't respond.

After a moment, he added, "Those two helped you kill them?"

Wu Xingxue clutched the hand warmer in a show of innocence and grunted, "Mm."

He had channeled his extremely cold inner energy, so the hand warmer couldn't warm him up for a while; instead, he had made it cold. But who cared, as long as no one could tell.

Wu Xingxue thought to himself.

But after a while, he saw Xiao Fuxuan glance at his hand warmer and raise a hand.

The next instant, the hand he was cupping the warmer with was held by Xiao Fuxuan.

Wu Xingxue instantly fell still.

Xiao Fuxuan's hands were large, but his palms were thin. Even though he had been covered in frost in the coffin earlier, his hands were warm right now.

He held it for a moment, then looked down and said, "As cold as ice."

Wu Xingxue suddenly remembered Ning Huaishan's earlier description—you have a grudge.

He didn't know what having a grudge was like...

But it definitely wasn't like this.