Outside the Tao Academy, a convoy of horsemen, approaching like a gust of cold wind, looked like black gems against the white snow. Su Nian's horse was at the forefront, speeding faster than the wind. Su Nian's eyes stared ahead like a brightly lit lamp, but there was a restlessness in his pace, a restlessness reminiscent of the approaching season, fearing that no flower would be left unturned.
Fifteen of his disciples, including Bao Fang, were following at an equal pace. Bao Fang glanced at Su Nian. But as he looked at Su Nian, his eyes filled with sympathy. His face turned pale, and he remembered the sword lying beneath the corpse. Despite this, his speed remained unchanged. And after Racing against the winds, all sixteen of Mo Yan's disciples arrived back at the main gate of the Tao Hua Chuan Academy. But as they dismounted their horses and entered the academy, Wu Guan's followers attacked them. All the followers on the rooftops rushed towards the disciples at once, but then Su Nian and Bao Fang drew their swords. But at that very moment, Wu Guan's followers began to show their venomous nature. Instead of fighting with swords, they began to shower the disciples with spells spells that froze the body. The followers cleverly placed their hands on the disciples' shoulders under the pretense of attacking. As soon as they placed their hands on the shoulders, a spell emerged from their hands that froze their bodies. In no time, all the disciples, including Su Nian, were left standing like statues by Wu Guan's followers.
But meanwhile, the weather began to change as all the followers returned to their places. Dark skies, scorching winds, and an uneasy silence descended. he had created an atmosphere beyond the power of any weak soul. Furious winds blew across the land of Tao Hua Chuan, carrying with them masses of dry leaves and dust, sweeping into the Tao Hua Chuan Academy. But these gusts weren't the usual, free-flowing winds; they were something altogether more terrifying. The dry leaves and dust-laden winds began to move toward the followers of Wu Guan standing on the academy's rooftops. As soon as one gust of wind touched the body and clothing of a follower, the dry leaves in the wind behaved like daggers, their dry, sharp edges piercing the follower's neck and ripping a deep slash across his entire body. A single gust of wind stabbed the follower thousands of times, moving on to the next victim. Slowly, in a flash, all the followers began to fall lifeless from the rooftops. The sound of falling bodies echoed everywhere, and Wu Guan simply stared at the falling corpses in utter horror, sometimes looking back, sometimes up at the ceiling, sometimes at Yu Sui. And Yu Sui simply stood frozen in the air, his face hidden behind a wolf's mask, but the piercing sting of his aura could clearly feel the sting. Even behind the mask, a jealous smile shone in Yu Sui's eyes. And his flowing robes sometimes blocked her view, but still, his gaze remained fixed on Wu Guan, like a vulture swooping down to its meal from the sky above.
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And not only Wu Guan, but Mo Yan's four disciples also saw Yu Sui frozen in the sky. They tried to speak, shout, but their mouths were sealed shut by Wu Guan's followers. But then the same dry leaf wind returned and passed through the four followers who had been pressing on Mo Yan's disciples. And then the four disciples felt a release; they realized that the grip that had been tightly holding their hands behind their backs had loosened, and the hands that had been covering their mouths suddenly loosened as well. Then, with a swift movement, Mo Yan's four disciples rose, but what they saw was beyond their comprehension. The followers who had held them were now lying on the ground, covered in blood. Seeing him lying on the ground, the four disciples looked at each other. Two of them quickly ran towards Mo Yan, while the other two stayed with the disciples. One disciple bent down and placed two fingers on the neck of one of the unconscious disciples. His eyes widened, and he muttered, "He's no longer alive…"
A disciple standing nearby also heard this. But when he looked up at Yu Sui, his wide eyes calmed down once more, and they both ran towards Mo Yan, where two disciples were already carrying the unconscious Mo Yan. But they didn't even notice that their fellow disciples were frozen in an uneasy state outside.
Then Yu Sui slowly descended towards the ground, like a feather descending from the air to the ground.
As he descended to the ground, his black robes fluttered around him like a living shadow realm. And Yu Sui's face was hidden behind a mask with fierce, wolf-like eyes. He still held his flute, which, like him, radiated a deep red aura. Like smoke emanating from a charred log. But Yu Sui, his new form, his demeanor, and his presence left no trace of his true identity. It was as if a soul had reincarnated like a butterfly emerging from a dark cocoon. The black aura surrounding him was so intense that wherever his aura touched the branches and leaves of the trees, the trees withered. And birds that passed by his aura were falling from the sky. It was as if their aura had become poisonous. Even a guard wouldn't have an aura as poisonous as Yu Sui's.
