"Nonsense!" The saint tried his best to defend himself.
He couldn't admit to such things, even if he was beaten to death.
"Do you think you can deny it?" Lang Ji smiled at the saint.
The saint had lost his rationality and was in a mess. He looked at Lang Ji. "Lang Ji, don't slander me."
Saint Zhongjingyang knew that as long as he didn't admit it, he didn't care whether others believed him or not.
"Zhongjingyang, return my wife's life." Sword Demon's voice rang out.
Sword Demon hollered with red eyes and walked onto the platform.
"Sword Demon, how dare you." Zhongjingyang was in a mess in front of Lang Ji but in front of Sword Demon, he was really at ease. He felt like he was in control of the situation.
"Zhongjingyang, you're a despicable and shameless villain. You're wearing a mask of hypocrisy. You're a beast." The Sword Demon walked toward the Saint Son.
"Sword Demon, why? Lang Ji is back and you have become bolder?" Zhongjingyang teased.
Once Sword Demon came up, he was at ease. Sword Demon was Lang Ji's man. Since his man could come up, then he could let his men come up too.
As long as he could drag this past day, everything would be fine.
As though they had received the saint's signal, many people went up.
"Lang Ji, don't blame me for not following the rules." Zhongjingyang smiled coldly at Lang Ji.
"Zhongjingyang, do you really think that you will be safe if they come up? Since I am back, then don't even think about walking down the platform." Lang Ji smiled at Zhongjingyang.
Zhongjingyang shuddered. Lang Jing had always been a man of his word and never spoke empty words. This was also the reason why he was afraid.
"Attack, kill him. Old Wu, save me." Saint Zhongjingyang hollered.
Old Wu didn't move.
Only a few of the people on the platform charged forward while the saint turned and ran.
When the others saw that the saint was running, they didn't have the mood to fight anymore.
Lang Ji attacked.
Her body flashed and instantly there were dozens of them. They were like a fan that gathered towards Zhongjingyang.
Limitless Phantom Kill!
Qinchuan's eyes lit up. Lang Ji's Limitless Phantom Kill was much stronger than Lang Jing's. They weren't on the same level at all.
Peng!
Zhong Jingyang didn't dare to fight Lang Ji at all, and Lang Ji had the ability to end the battle in an instant.
Chūkyō spat out a mouthful of blood and fell on the martial stage.
The Sword Demon charged forward in a frenzy, landing one kick after another.
Zhong Jingyang was not dead yet.
When the crazy sword demon thought of his beloved woman, he couldn't help but want to kill.
The Sword Demon suddenly didn't want to kill because he felt that killing this bastard would be letting him off too easily.
His foot landed.
It landed on the Saint's crotch.
Pa!
A blood-curdling scream.
Bang!
His foot landed on the Dantian.
At this moment, the Saint was completely powerless to resist.
His cultivation was crippled, and his manhood was gone.
He immediately fainted.
The scene was in chaos, and the stewards of the Saint Gate naturally came out to maintain order. Zhong Jingyang was also carried away. He was a cripple, but he deserved it.
One might be able to escape a natural disaster, but one cannot escape a self-inflicted evil.
This was the cycle of karma, also known as retribution.
Lang Ji was back, and naturally, he was still the Saint. The martial competition was over. Lang Ji walked to Grand Elder and bowed. "Teacher, I am back!"
"It's good that you are back, it's good that you are back!" The old man smiled.
Qinchuan didn't expect Grand Elder and Lang Ji to have such a good relationship. He called her teacher, not disciple, but it was better than a normal friendship.
But why didn't Grand Elder save Lang Ji?
But thinking about it, why should he save her? Was there anyone else who could be saved?
After all, the place where Lang Ji and her husband were imprisoned was simply too hidden. More importantly, not many people could open that cage.
The Saint Gate Sect Master didn't appear, and Qinchuan had always been curious about this Saint Gate Sect Master.
At a certain level, everyone's heart was as clear as a mirror. For example, if Lang Ji crippled Zhong Jingyang, no one would say anything, and no one would say anything about punishing Lang Ji.
Everyone was happy!
There was a huge banquet today, and those who came were all Lang Ji's friends or those who stood on the same side.
Qinchuan was very relaxed now, and he sat in a corner with Lang Yuan.
He didn't think about what it was like to meet people, or what it was like to go there. Because he knew that this was just a show for him, a scenery.
And here, he only cared about one person.
Lang Yuan!
Everything he did, and everything he worked hard for, was still for Lang Yuan.
Lang Yuan was very happy. Lang Yuan's mother walked over at this moment.
Qinchuan hurriedly stood up and invited her to sit down.
"Why are you sitting here? Aren't you going to familiarize yourself with everyone?" Madam Lang smiled and looked at Qinchuan.
"Auntie, I like quiet places." Qinchuan smiled.
"Qinchuan, I am really grateful to you." Madam Lang smiled.
"Auntie, your words are making me panic."
"Why?"
"If you treat me as one of your own, you wouldn't say that. Does Auntie not agree for me to be with Yuan 'er?" Qinchuan said.
"You are thinking too much. I am very happy that you like Yuan 'er. You don't know how worrisome this lass is." Madam Lang smiled.
"Mother, what are you talking about?" Lang Yuan hugged Madam Lang's arm and said.
"Auntie, it is my good fortune to be able to meet Yuan 'er. Don't worry, I am sincere towards Yuan' er. I won't let her suffer."
…
The world ended. Qinchuan could finally heave a sigh of relief.
"Qinchuan, I want to go back." Lang Yuan said to Qinchuan today.
"Back to the Sacred Mountain?" Qinchuan asked curiously.
"Yes!"
"You don't want to accompany Uncle and Auntie?" Qinchuan asked curiously.
"I still like the Sacred Mountain. I like that place. You can visit me there when you have time." Lang Yuan smiled.
Qin Chuan thought about where she was. She had a good friend like Mu Yuwu, and they had been together for so many years, so they were familiar with each other. The Sacred Mountain was also a sect that was neither too big nor too small, and that might be her world.
Thinking about this, Qinchuan suddenly realized that he was like a rootless duckweed. He didn't know where he should stay.
But he quickly understood. Snow Blowing City's Qin Family was his home. Wind Listening Xuan City was also his home. Sacred Mountain was also his home. Chaos Zone's Demon Cloud City's City Lord Mansion, Yuan Su's place was also his home …
Only a place with family was home.
Lang Ji and her husband knew that their daughter was going back. They were very carefree. Their daughter had grown up and could do whatever she wanted.
"Uncle, Auntie, what do you plan to do?" Qinchuan asked.
"Sometimes, there is no way out. We can only charge forward." Lang Ji sighed.
Indeed, Lang Ji had no way out. He had to charge forward. He was the Saint now, and he had to become the Sect Master in the future.
Qinchuan and Lang Yuan returned to the Sacred Mountain.
Then, they went to the Mu Family to pick up Mu Yuwu.
Yiya!
The little girl was very happy to see Qinchuan. She spread her tender arms and actually took the initiative to find Qinchuan.