C25 This Is How Villains Are Raised

He saw the man in red for the second time. The first time was in the secret realm, when the man in red snatched Qiao Sheng away from him. He searched for a long time and almost searched the entire secret realm but could not find Qiao Sheng.

He did not expect to see this man in red, whose cultivation could not be seen, again at Cloud Peak.

Of course, he also saw Qiao Sheng, who was being carried in the arms of the man in red.

Hsiang Lanxuan's aura was overbearing. He said to Zhedan, "Who exactly are you? How dare you trespass into the Nether Sect?! Also, hand over Qingshang Martial Uncle. Otherwise, don't even think about leaving this place safely!"

Zhou Xiyue had always been a follower of Hsiang Lanxuan. She looked at Qiao Sheng, who was in Zhedan's arms, with disgust. She said, "Qingshang colluded with the Demonic Cultivator to harm his disciples. He is unforgivable. This kind of person is not worthy of staying in the Nether Sect! Not only is he unworthy, but he must be killed as soon as possible to avoid any future troubles!"

Hsiang Lanxuan frowned and said, "Martial Uncle is not that kind of person. There must be a misunderstanding. When Martial Uncle returns to the sect, it won't be too late to clarify the misunderstanding."

Zhou Xiyue sneered, "Misunderstanding? What kind of misunderstanding could there be?! Everyone in the entire Nether Sect knows that Qingshang is heartless and disloyal! Senior brothers and sisters, what do you think?"

Zhou Xiyue kicked the ball to the disciples who followed her. They looked at each other and echoed. Seeing this, Zhou Xiyue became even more pleased with herself.

"Enough!" Hsiang Lanxuan was annoyed and impatient. He waved his hand and said, "No matter what, I believe that Martial Uncle did not betray the Nether Sect."

Zhedan was impatient and couldn't be bothered to listen to this group of people's nonsense. He said, "Looks like the Nether Sect doesn't welcome us anymore. Let's go."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhedan was about to turn around and leave when Hsiang Lanxuan called out to him, "Wait! You can't leave!"

Zhedan slowly turned his head. His posture was lazy. He looked down at the people below and said, "Why can't I leave? Look, they are all treating Qingshang as a traitor. I'm really afraid that something will happen to my Qingshang if he stays here..."

Zhou Xiyue could no longer hide the disgust on her face when she heard this. She said disdainfully, "Your Qingshang? So this was your relationship. It's neither fish nor fowl. It's against common sense. It's really disgusting! "Qingshang's cultivation is already so high at such a young age. I'm afraid that he's not like this because he's being used as a furnace for someone else, right? Ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Before Zhou Xiyue could finish her words, Hsiang Lanxuan slapped her. Zhou Xiyue covered her face and said in disbelief, "Lanxuan! You hit me, and you dare to hit me for that bitch Qingshang! He's just a piece of trash who rides on top of thousands of people!"

Zhou Xiyue really hated Qiao Sheng to the bone. She was usually gentle and amiable to others, but she did not give in on this matter and spoke without thinking.

"Shut up! Martial Uncle is not that kind of person. Xiyue, you disappoint me too much!" Hsiang Lanxuan frowned and looked at Zhou Xiyue coldly.

"Heh..." Zhedan looked at Zhou Xiyue and laughed.

Zhou Xiyue glared fiercely, "What are you laughing at, you demon! To act so frivolously, I'm afraid he's a Demonic Cultivator."

Zhedan narrowed his eyes and said, "What does it have to do with you whether I am a Demonic Cultivator or not? Since you know that Qingshang's cultivation is high, yet you still dare to slander him like this, you really overestimate yourself. If he finds out, with his personality..."

Zhedan deliberately did not finish his words. Instead, he glanced at Zhou Xiyue with sympathy and shook his head.

Zhou Xiyue had just been beaten up by Hsiang Lanxuan, and now she was being looked at with such an expression. How could she be happy? Furious, she pulled out her sword and flew into the air like a hot knife through butter.

Zhedan's eyes turned cold, and he did not move at all. He just quietly waited for Zhou Xiyue to rush over.

The way he looked at Zhou Xiyue had already become as if he was looking at a fool.

Zhou Xiyue was getting closer and closer to him. Just as she was about to rush in front of him, a strong light flashed past and Zhou Xiyue was bounced back. She fell heavily to the ground and spat out a few mouthfuls of blood.

Immediately, a disciple went over to help Zhou Xiyue up, and everyone treated her injuries.

Only Hsiang Lanxuan did not move. He stood still and ignored Zhou Xiyue. He knew that Zhou Xiyue would be injured, but he did not remind her.

Zhedan laughed happily, "Is he a fool? Such a big barrier is placed here and he's still rushing up recklessly. I haven't even broken through the barrier, where did you get the confidence to break through the barrier?"

Zhou Xiyue's internal organs had all been injured to varying degrees. Before she lost consciousness, she gritted her teeth and looked venomously at Zhedan, who seemed to be at ease in the air.

"I'll open the barrier. Return Martial Uncle to me." Hsiang Lanxuan's gaze met Zhedan's.

Zhedan said, "Open the barrier. I'll treat his injuries here."

"You can't stay in the Nether Sect." Hsiang Lanxuan said coldly.

"Why?" Zhedan asked.

"Martial Uncle is from the Nether Sect, but you are not. Your background is unknown, and you have kidnapped Martial Uncle. You can't stay here." Hsiang Lanxuan explained.

Zhedan sneered, "It seems that there is no room for discussion. In that case, let's part ways here."

As he flew away from Cloud Peak with the unconscious Qiao Sheng, Hsiang Lanxuan's pupils contracted as he opened up the barrier and chased after him.

"Return the Martial Uncle to me!"

Zhedan turned around and said coldly, "I will be wherever he is. If you want him to stay, you must acknowledge my existence." Zhedan lowered his head and looked at Qiao Sheng. He reached out his hand and touched Qiao Sheng's forehead, adding, "If we don't treat his injuries now, he will die soon."

As soon as he said the word 'die', Hsiang Lanxuan's face turned pale. He said, "Stay here! Including you, I will provide Martial Uncle with a safe environment. He will not be hurt by ignorant disciples. "

When Zhedan heard this, he curled his lips, but there was no trace of a smile in his eyes. He said, "That would be for the best."

Bringing Qiao Sheng with him, he followed behind Hsiang Lanxuan and casually entered the Acting Sect Leader's residence. Along the way, he met a few cultivators who did not understand what was going on. With a thought, Zhedan smiled at the cultivators and revealed his fangs.

The cultivators with low cultivation started to run, afraid that Zhedan would catch up to them. Zhedan raised his eyebrows, amused.

"Childish."

When Qiao Sheng opened his eyes and saw this scene, he spat out two words.

"Tsk..." Zhedan lowered his head and looked into Qiao Sheng's eyes. He smiled lightly, "You're the only one who dares to call me childish."

"Martial Uncle!" Hsiang Lanxuan turned around when he heard the sound. He was excited to see Qiao Sheng awake.

"Yes." Seeing that it was Hsiang Lanxuan, Qiao Sheng was slightly surprised. He asked, "Where is this?"

"This..."

"This is the Nether Sect, Martial Uncle, you are in the Nether Sect now!"

As soon as Zhedan opened his mouth, Hsiang Lanxuan beat him to it. He glanced at the excited Hsiang Lanxuan with a cold smile on his face and said nothing.

Qiao Sheng felt a dull pain in his chest. He had heard Hsiang Lanxuan talk about the Nether Sect, and he only knew that Hsiang Lanxuan's cultivation had improved a step further. Now, he was already the acting Sect Leader. His disciple, Ye Qingming, had been exposed as a Demonic Cultivator, and he was doing well in the Demonic Cultivator's side. He led a large group of Demonic Cultivators and came to the Nether Sect every two or three days to cause trouble. On one hand, the Nether Sect was worried about the invasion of the devil race, and on the other hand, they were worried that the Demonic Cultivator would attack them. For a moment, they were in a mess.

Qiao Sheng fainted again, this time in a good mood.