Heng Xuanzhen paused, faintly stunned.
What did he mean, “what did I do to Master”?
Had he not looked clearly at the situation? Master was wreathed head to toe in demonic qi.
Aside from the lack of horns on his brow, how was he any different from a demon god now?
Ancient Sword Gorge had no such art to begin with. Even thinking with one’s toes, it should be obvious that the one who turned Master into this and summoned him out was Ye Yu—this fi—
Heng Xuanzhen snapped to, staring at Ye Yu in disbelief.
This man was outrageously deceptive. Clearly a fiend god, yet he could turn a corpse into a demon god and summon it—and his cultivation wasn’t high!
No wonder everyone would instinctively overlook him.
Without a doubt, that was why Senior Brother Wei Tongbei reflexively assumed she had done all this.
So this was the point of Ye Yu’s concealment?
High. Truly high.
Heng Xuanzhen gave a bleak laugh and offered no explanation.
Even knowing the truth, was there any need to explain to Wei Tongbei?
A traitor to the alliance—speaking even one more word to him was disgusting.
At the side, Ye Yu lifted a brow.
Wei Tongbei—the name wasn’t unfamiliar.
While reading Lu Nian’s memories, he had already learned of this man.
He was the first disciple Lu Nian had taken after arriving in the God Realm.
Lu Nian had high hopes for him, even thought of passing down his mantle one day.
But later he found that, though gifted, the man was petty, obsessed with gains and losses, and unlikely to achieve greatness.
So he took Heng Xuanzhen as a disciple as well, intending to cultivate the goddess as his successor.
When Wei Tongbei learned of Lu Nian’s intention, he grew furious.
He opposed Heng Xuanzhen at every turn, with no shortage of bullying and insults.
Even though Lu Nian rebuked him repeatedly, he showed no repentance—in fact, only disdain.
It pained Lu Nian deeply.
Some time later—
While Lu Nian was away, Wei Tongbei slipped into his master’s blessed cave-dwelling and looted everything inside.
He even left a line on the wall:
“If you won’t give it, I’ll take it myself.”
When Lu Nian returned and saw it all, he was half driven to death by rage.
He left Ancient Sword Gorge alone and, half a month later, came back with Wei Tongbei’s severed index finger.
He announced the man had been expelled from the alliance, and the finger was his lesson.
For all his righteous fury, not a single item from the cave-dwelling was recovered.
In the end, Lu Nian still favored that disciple in his heart.
Who could have imagined that this severed finger would drive Wei Tongbei’s hatred to its peak.
He went full turncoat.
He went to Tongtian Pavilion and ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ struck a deal with the demon gods: he would open Ancient Sword Gorge’s Sword Sect grand array for them; all he wanted was the ten thousand sword manuals in the library.
Faced with that, why would the demon gods refuse?
They struck hands and made it so.
When Wei Tongbei led the demon gods of Tongtian Pavilion into Ancient Sword Gorge, Lu Nian’s eyes held anger and despair—but more than anything, self-blame.
If he had simply killed the rebellious disciple at the start, none of this would have happened.
But Wei Tongbei didn’t spare him a glance.

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