Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

"It's good to be alive." At this moment, facing the demon cultivator who was being beaten by everyone in the practice world, he had only one thought in his mind.

The upright sword repairer forgot everything he insisted on in his heart, and only wanted the person in front of him to live.

Live to answer him: "Why?"

Xuan Xiao stared fixedly at Xie Zhuo, not understanding why he turned into a demon cultivator overnight, let alone why he forced himself to come here.

Xie Zhuo looked at him with a chuckle: "Why? Don't you know?"

The blood red in his eyes was about to drip, but he couldn't see much pain anymore.

"Back then, my father discovered mineral veins in the city." Xie Zhuo casually seemed to be talking about other people's affairs: "Then he reported this matter to Qingyun Mountain."

That city was originally an affiliated city of Qingyun Mountain, and if any good things were found in it, it was natural to report to them.

Moreover, the city lord and the people in the city will also receive rewards from Qingyun Mountain, so Xie Zhuo's father has no reason to hide it.

However, it was his non-concealment that harmed himself and the entire city.

A mocking smile flashed in Xie Zhuo's eyes: "But you people in the righteous way, there are not a few people with human faces and beast hearts."

At that time, the old spiritual veins in Qingyun Mountain were exhausted and the new spiritual veins were weak, and it was at a time when it was on the verge of collapse.

The third sect of the righteous way is about to collapse because of the spiritual veins. Who would dare to believe such absurd things?

When the people in Qingyun Mountain were panicking, Xie Zhuo's father delivered this kind of news.

According to the past practice, Qingyun Mountain should give one-third of the spiritual vein to the original address of the spiritual vein, and issue a large amount of rewards to report to the city of the sect.

In the past, these things are of course not a problem.

But now, Qingyun Mountain, which was impoverished due to the exhaustion of spiritual veins, was unable to pay for these things.

Moreover, the usefulness of a complete spiritual vein is far greater than two-thirds.

They didn't dare to hide the things sent by the city in an open and honest manner, because if the news spread, people in the affiliated city would be panicked, and no one would dare to come to make offerings in the future.

However, they were unwilling to let that good thing slip away from their eyes. It was a good thing that related to their future of Qingyun Mountain.

Driven by poverty and greed, the elders of Qingyun Mountain made a decision: to kill and silence.

They killed Xie Zhuo's father who went to report the news, and then dispatched powerful men disguised as demon cultivators to attack the city that night, destroying the small city with ease.

As long as everyone who knows about it is dead, no one will know what dirty things they have done.

Those sanctimonious guys will always know how to protect their reputation.

The coldness in Xuan Xiao's eyes melted little by little with Xie Zhuo's words, and his dry voice was a little hoarse: "You...you can tell the master, you can..."

"Okay." Xie Zhuo listened impatiently to him, and said with a sneer, "Tell me what?"

"After telling, let you idiots go to die together?"

Sword cultivators have always been powerful, but they are not very human.

Especially those idiots from their sect, who don't think about anything other than how to make their sword wife strong every day.

Xie Zhuo didn't want to tie the entire sect to a chariot just because of his own affairs, and he didn't want those foolish people to sacrifice their lives for him.

Besides...

He lowered his eyes and said lightly: "How can a hundred sword cultivators fight against Qingyun Mountain?"