Xuanfeng's killing intent was genuinely real, and so was his guilt.

As resolute as his killing intent had been earlier, his guilt was now just as deep.

He was such a contradictory person.

However, when he faced those seemingly smiling eyes, his guilt vanished into thin air. In its place, a deep chill set in.

Within Qing Yu, the ferocious Flame Power swept out, enveloping and rapidly neutralizing the Geng Metal Energy that Xuanfeng had inflicted. Not a bit more, not a bit less, as much Geng Metal Energy as Xuanfeng injected, that much Flame Power was generated to refine it all.

"South Fire overcomes West Gold, uncle master, how was this move of your nephew?"

Qing Yu lightly smiled as he brushed away his powerless hands, and Xuanfeng collapsed, sitting down on the ground in dejection.

Due to the state of his mind, Xuanfeng had been in this aged and decrepit condition for nearly four years. During these years, he had continually maintained this weak appearance, and his power had inevitably waned.

That strike just now had been Xuanfeng's all-out effort. After the strike, the weakness of his body inevitably returned, causing him to lose his combat power in a short time.

"Going all-out, you even ruptured nearly half of your meridians, uncle master, you really are determined."

Heavenly Son's Qi Observation Skill accurately captured the internal injuries within Xuanfeng, and Qing Yu couldn't help but feel such a sentiment.

White Tiger Slaying World True Qi was too domineering, and Xuanfeng's now aged body could not support the sequelae of striking with full force. His cost for that one strike was a forty percent rupture of the meridians in his hands.

Hearing this, Xuanfeng, who sat dejectedly on the ground, spoke with some pain, "Why won't you let the sect stabilize? Sect Leader brother was like this, and so are you. The past is in the past. Now, the most important thing is to protect the sect."

"The past? How can it just be in the past?" Xuan Shang angrily said from the side.

Initially, when Xuan Shang saw Xuanfeng's miserable state, he had felt some compassion. But upon hearing these words, his heart returned to its previous hardness.

"Do you really think watching Xuan Chen flaunt his power, as he pleases, is truly the way to stability? Senior Xuanfeng, I thought you..."

Just then, Qing Yu suddenly reached out, swiftly tore through Xuanfeng's clothing, and extracted a piece of dark stone.

"Even now, you still haven't given up, uncle master Xuanfeng, I must say, your will is indeed strong." Qing Yu fondled the dark stone piece, expressing his sentiment.

Xuanfeng was wholeheartedly dedicated to the Zhenwu Sect, not sparing any effort to prevent the sect from splitting. This dark little stone was the Image Stone that Xuanfeng had been hiding all along. Just now, Xuanfeng had been trying to muster his True Qi to destroy this Image Stone.

Previously, he thought he could kill Qing Yu or cripple his martial arts, which is why he didn't destroy the Image Stone. However, after he lost his strength, he found he was now as weak as a chicken and unable to gather his True Qi, making it difficult to destroy the Image Stone directly.

His earlier words had actually been intended to unbalance Xuan Shang's mental state, making it difficult for him to notice Xuanfeng's own small actions.

Unfortunately, he still did not escape Qing Yu's discernment.

"Xuanfeng, you..." Xuan Shang looked at the Image Stone in Qing Yu's hand, his heart unable to hide the sense of loss and sorrow.

The past that he cherished in his heart was, in Xuanfeng's eyes, just a tool for manipulation.

"Uncle master, I am thankful for your wholehearted aid back then. However, you took the wrong path."

His fingers came together and lightly touched Xuanfeng's forehead, an invisible Power of Thought flowing into his mind to gather his thoughts, sealing them all deep within his brain.

"Sleep now, Senior Xuanfeng, when you awaken, it will be the day Xuan Chen bows his head."

The distant voice, echoing as if from the ends of the Earth, reverberated in Xuanfeng's ears. His tired mind, under the influence of an inexplicable force, sank into Heart Lake and rested in a silent slumber, waiting to be called upon again.

In the days to follow, Xuanfeng would truly become a patient of old age dementia, enduring until the time he was needed.

As the two fingers slowly withdrew from Xuanfeng's brow, his eyes had become devoid of any trace of spirit, utterly lifeless. This time, it wasn't an act by Xuanfeng; he was genuinely like this.

"Does sealing his mind really work?" Xuan Shang asked with a furrowed brow.

Although there was a trace of reluctance in his heart, remembering Xuanfeng's deeds, he knew it was necessary.

Xuan Shang was aware of the Qingyu Association's secret technique of sealing minds. The joy that the disciple from Su Nu Peak was now experiencing was because Qing Yu had used that wonderful art to seal away the disciple's painful memories.

However, whether this secret technique could be detected and unraveled by a Divinity Realm warrior was another matter.

Their main adversary, Xuan Chen, was a warrior of the Divinity Realm. As Xuanfeng was the current Peak Master of Wanfa Peak, it was only right and reasonable for Xuan Chen, the Sect Leader of the Zhenwu Sect, to come and investigate his troubles.

"Senior Xuanfeng has been rapidly aging both mentally and physically these past few years, becoming weak in a way that is unprecedented, and he was grievously injured after previously forcing himself to exert his full strength. Sealing his mind was much easier than imagined. That's why I sealed his memories very thoroughly, leaving no chance for others to discover anything.

Moreover, this technique is different from ordinary spirit secret techniques; it is very hidden and elusive by nature."

"Indeed..." Qing Yu pondered for a moment before adding, "Still, it's appropriate to take extra precautions."

A golden-yellow crystal lens slowly materialized, and a strong sense of emptiness surged forth as if a hole had opened in the heart, needing an infinite array of things to fill it.

"What is this..." Feeling the emptiness in his heart, Xuan Shang could not conceal his surprise.

This strangely appearing lens was undoubtedly some kind of extraordinary secret artifact that could directly influence him.

"Void."

As Qing Yu whispered softly, the bizarre light shone into Xuanfeng's mind, adding an extra layer of security to Qing Yu's seal.

With this precaution in place, not even the use of the Soul Searching Technique would be able to dig up those deeply buried memories.

After the peculiar lens had fulfilled its purpose, it mysteriously vanished from Qing Yu's hand.

Qing Yu gently lifted his hand, and a soothing True Qi lifted Xuanfeng's body and gently placed it on a recliner.

Then, Qing Yu drew out Qiuli and suspended its sword edge over Xuanfeng. Vitality Qi flowed from the sword, drizzling down and seeping into Xuanfeng's body, healing his wounds.

White Tiger True Qi is highly aggressive and not good for healing wounds, especially since Xuanfeng was now in a state of old age dementia caused by Qing Yu, and even if he had True Qi, he would not heal himself.

Thus, Qing Yu had to take the responsibility of healing him.

Time passed by minute by minute, and after a quarter of an hour, Qing Yu sheathed Qiuli back into its scabbard.

Xuanfeng, after all, was a master of the True Pill Realm; he had a strong constitution, and the treatment progressed smoothly. Furthermore, with his memory sealed and unaffected by psychological distress, his True Pill Realm body began to recover its natural vitality slowly.

At least, Qing Yu didn't have to worry that the day he needed Xuanfeng as a witness would come to find that Xuanfeng had passed away from old age.

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