The young man was not angry, nor did he argue or hurt anyone, yet he was more terrifying than ever.
In the past, Han Yu would dare to sneak out for a breather from time to time, but during this period, without any trace of the mistress, it became increasingly afraid to show itself, even keeping its aura extremely light.
It would rather see Cangshu Bai wielding his sword to slaughter in all directions, rather see him brutal and cold, hostile to the world, than face his current appearance.
No roaring, no madness, only a dead silence.
This silent brokenness was more terrifying to it than any slaughter or madness.
Night fell, the bright moon hung high, another day had passed.
Cangshu Bai returned to his exclusive little world. There was no noise here, no living creatures, only a dead stillness, and the faint, almost ungraspable aura lingering around.
He walked to the warm white jade bed and slowly lay down.
The jade bed was warm, still carrying a faint, almost imperceptible trace of her scent, as light as a dream that would shatter at a touch.
He raised his hand and tightly hugged the hand warmer she had made for him, his fingertips repeatedly stroking the worn patterns on it.
That was the hand warmer she made for him.
She once said that there was only this one in the world, and other than him, no one else could receive such special treatment.
In those five hundred years, as long as he held it in his hand, his internal organs seemed to be able to find a trace of warmth.
But right now, he only felt bone-piercing cold, without a hint of heat.
He buried his face in the pillow, which still retained the faint fragrance of her hair, tightly holding the cold hand warmer. His tall figure curled up on the huge white jade bed, his white hair scattered and wrapping around him, like a lost young beast, only able to seek self-salvation through such a childish method.
Han Yu, swimming in the stagnant water, carefully poked its head out, worried that its master might shatter like glass at any moment.
As the night deepened, fatigue wrapped in the suppression of unfulfilled desires dragged him into a dream.
In the world where water and sky met, he saw a slender figure standing in the light of the water from afar.
It was Mu Ran.
She tilted her head slightly, her eyes dazed, looking around ignorantly, as if she hadn't figured out the situation.
Cangshu Bai's heart suddenly tightened, his blood seeming to freeze at this moment, all his forbearance and restraint collapsing in an instant.
Mu Ran finally saw him, her eyes lit up, and she called out: "Jinzhi!"
He rushed over almost out of control, and in the blink of an eye, he had already pulled the bewildered person into his arms.
He buried his face in her neck, his voice hoarse and broken, suppressing endless trembling and panic.
"Don't run... don't leave me again..."
Mu Ran was frightened by him, "Jinzhi, what's wrong with you?"
The next moment, he lowered his head and kissed her lips heavily.
The kiss was completely disorganized, fierce and scalding, yet broken, mixed with his choked sobs and trembling suppressed for a hundred years, carrying an almost masochistic greed and panic.
Between their lips and teeth, he murmured intermittently.
"Don't leave me... please..."
She touched his empty sleeve and struggled desperately, "Where is your hand! Are you hurt? Jinzhi, tell me, what happened to you?"
"Ranran, that wasn't me, I only have you, I only want you, don't..."
Before the words were finished, his arms were empty.
Cangshu Bai stood stiffly for a long time, demonic energy surging in his scarlet eyes. He slowly fell to his knees, his voice as hoarse as shattered ice, spitting out the unfinished words word by word.
"Divorce."
The world where water and sky met had only recently been repaired, but now it was filled with black mist.
Han Yu suddenly darted out of the water.
The young man sitting on the white jade bed had his white hair flying. His formerly aloof and arrogant brows and eyes were completely twisted. In his eyes was no longer suppressed sorrow, but an overwhelming madness that was about to burst his shell.
Han Yu screamed in its heart—Master has really fallen into the demonic path!
During the day, the weather was fine, but at night, dark clouds inexplicably pressed down, the wind howled, and it seemed that a violent aura permeated the world.
The fierce wind blew open the window, fluttering the drawings placed on the table.
Mu Ran quickly pressed down the papers that were about to blow away, and also heard the commotion outside.
Sensing the changes in heaven and earth, everyone ran out and discussed animatedly.
Yue Qingfeng stood outside the window and said: "Miss Mu, the wind is strong at night, are you alright?"
Mu Ran nodded, "I'm fine, what's happening outside?"
Yue Qingfeng was, after all, an outstanding disciple of Chongyang Mountain. After just one glance, he said in a heavy tone: "I'm afraid a cultivator above the peak realm has fallen into the demonic path."
Mu Ran was surprised, "Even at the peak realm, one can still fall into the demonic path?"
Generally speaking, cultivators who have reached this supreme step have experienced thousands of hardships, witnessed life and death separations, suffered all kinds of trials, and have a Dao heart as solid as a rock. They are not troubled by love or trapped by desire, so naturally they would not fall into the demonic path.
Yue Qingfeng said: "There are very few peak realm experts in the world. No matter which one falls into the demonic path, it will cause a catastrophe in the three realms and plunge the people into misery and suffering."
He paused, speaking with a trace of luck: "I hope I felt it wrong."
Mu Ran inexplicably thought of Cangshu Bai.
He was also at the peak realm now, with few rivals in the world.
But he must be with Luo Qingniao now. With Luo Qingniao's companionship, his lonely heart would be comforted, and he would never fall to the point of turning into a demon.
What's more, in the original plot, there was no plot of the male lead turning into a demon.
Mu Ran only felt that she hadn't let go of Cangshu Bai yet, which was why she thought of him.
She looked out the window at the dim night sky again, resting one hand on the windowsill to support her chin, feeling as puzzled as Yue Qingfeng, "Who could the demonized expert be?"
In a desolate small town, the streets and alleys were empty, and an evil wind swept up demonic energy and wreaked havoc.
Cangshu Qihua was suddenly blasted away by a monstrous black aura, his body smashing heavily against the mottled stone wall, causing the wall to crack loudly.
The metallic taste of blood surged in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, but he forced himself to endure the severe pain, firmly shielding Mu Shuqing behind him, his back straight, not retreating half a step.
"Cangshu Bai, what crazy fit are you throwing!"
The sky-filling demonic energy surged like a tide, sweeping the entire long street with a world-destroying chill.
Cangshu Bai's black robes fluttered, his white hair danced wildly, and pitch-black demonic energy wrapped around his body, every inch of his aura exuding a suffocating oppression.
Cangshu Qihua would never have thought that although Cangshu Bai had agreed to let him go that day, he had also done something to him, so that as long as he wanted, he could track his whereabouts.
That was also natural. Regardless of the reason Cangshu Qihua had, he still played a part in the siege against Cangshu Bai and Mu Ran five hundred years ago.
Cangshu Bai was exceptionally vindictive and petty. Even if he spared the life of someone who offended him, he would hold their life firmly in his hands.
He lowered his eyes to look at the wretched two people in front of him, and said without the slightest ripple: "Give me the woman behind you."
Mu Shuqing was wrapped in chill all over, unexpectedly stripped of the strength to move.
Cangshu Bai's appearance was very wrong, especially terrifying.
Mu Shuqing managed to squeeze out a few words, "Cangshu Qihua, you leave."
Cangshu Qihua reached out an arm to shield her behind him, wiping a trail of blood from the corner of his mouth. "Shut up," he snapped impatiently. "There is no rule in this world that allows a man to flee a fight and leave a woman behind to fend for herself."
"Not bad. It seems my younger brother has finally grown up a little."
The night wind howled past as an unexpected figure appeared on a distant rooftop.
The man was dressed in robes whiter than snow, cradling a sword in his arms. He stood as tall and straight as a pine tree, his features carrying a trace of careless aloofness. It was none other than Cangshu Linfeng.
A look of sheer disgust surfaced on Cangshu Qihua's face.
Cangshu Linfeng shifted his gaze to the young man radiating dark, demonic energy, his brows furrowing slightly. "I wondered who had succumbed to the demonic path and caused such a massive uproar. Cangshu Bai, so it was you all along."
