CHAPTER 370: CHAPTER 215 GUBA: IN MY LIFE, I HATE THOSE WHO DECEIVE THE DEVIL THE MOST! (8600 WORDS)_4

The Saints joined forces, seeking a way to exorcise Guba from Wang Xiu’s body.

Li Xuanqi, Ye Guhong, and other prodigies followed closely, not lingering in the Void Ancient Path. They stood guard outside the Secret Realm, all of them deeply concerned and wanting to know the current situation.

Inside the path, Ji Zidian and others learned the news and exited ahead of schedule. They were not the only ones. Chu You, Bei Tangfeng, Sima Yulong... a large group of prodigies ended their trials prematurely. Hundreds, even thousands, left the Void Ancient Path and gathered outside the Secret Realm, every one of them with a worried expression.

"How are things now?"

"Is Senior Brother Wang Xiu really possessed by the Demon Race?"

"Damn the Demon Race, they deserve to die!"

"How could a good person like Senior Brother Wang Xiu suffer such a calamity?"

The prodigies were saddened. They had all received Wang Xiu’s great kindness and had forged a deep bond with him through the trials of the Taixu Ancient Path. Hearing that Wang Xiu was in trouble, they were too worried to continue their training with peace of mind.

After arriving, they gradually heard about what had happened on the Abyss Battlefield, which moved them even more deeply. Unexpectedly, Wang Xiu had single-handedly accomplished so many great deeds. He had slain numerous demon disciples. He had saved Ye Guhong. He had even rescued the Holy Ancestors, helping them counter the Demon Race’s most crucial tactics. Only because of him had they achieved the final victory.

And now, hated by the Demon Race, this young prodigy had been targeted by a demon willing to burn its own body for the sake of possession, determined to drag him down to destruction.

Soon, three months passed.

One day, the gate of the Secret Realm finally opened. A few Saints walked out, their faces solemn.

"Holy Ancestor, how is the situation?" Luo Hongyi stepped forward, looking toward Zhang Yunting.

"..." Zhang Yunting opened his mouth but then stopped, his face full of shame. At the sight of this, everyone’s hearts sank.

"The Ghost God Sha is true to its reputation... With our limited Cultivation Levels, we have tried everything and are truly powerless," one of the Saints sighed.

The atmosphere reached a freezing point.

"We are still trying..." Zhang Yunting’s eyes were bloodshot and his voice was slightly hoarse. He was imposing and grave, a stark contrast to his usual image. "Don’t waste your time here. There are still many opportunities in the Holy Realm. Seize every moment to enhance your strength; that’s what you should be doing!"

"With our Senior Brother in this situation, how can we possibly be in the mood?" Ji Zidian pressed her lips together, her small face full of concern.

"That is exactly why you must become stronger!" Zhang Yunting shouted, his voice rolling like thunder, deafeningly loud. "If you are not strong enough, the ones who suffer for it will be the people closest to you!"

Having said this, he turned and went back into the Secret Realm.

Behind him, the crowd looked at each other in dismay. They felt that Zhang Yunting’s words were not just aimed at them, but also at himself. He was berating his own incompetence. If he had been strong enough, he would not have given Guba a chance to breathe. He could have annihilated him in one fell swoop, sparing them all this trouble.

The heavy sense of self-blame and unwillingness seemed to materialize, surging in the hearts of the prodigies. Deeply moved, their faces paled as they clenched their fists tightly.

SWISH!

The first to leave was Ye Guhong. Without a word, he hefted his Divine Spear and re-entered the Void Ancient Path, his murderous aura fierce and his presence frigid.

"Let’s go," Luo Hongyi said. Her red attire outlined a stunning figure, and her exquisite beauty returned to its original cold, peerless state.

Li Xuanqi also left. Her demeanor was as cool as water and her white dress fluttered, making her resemble a celestial from Guanghan. She was still holy and sublime, but now with a new hint of killing intent.

"We’re leaving too!" Ji Zidian pursed her lips, her body flashing with Thunder as she transformed into a bolt of lightning and vanished at the end of the path.

Auntie, I want to become stronger! Jiang Ling’er thought to herself, her cute, delicate face showing a determined expression.

"You’ve already progressed so quickly," Jiang Yourong sighed.

"Not quickly enough!" Jiang Ling’er said succinctly, a look of longing in her eyes. "Auntie, teach me!"

"Alas..."

More and more prodigies departed until, eventually, not a single person remained outside the Secret Realm. The area fell into an incredible quiet, as if it had been this way for eons.

「Several months passed.」

Inside the Secret Realm, the Saints were gathered, their holy presences filling the air and producing myriad phenomena, as if the Heavenly Stars themselves were reflecting upon the Firmament. At the very center, Wang Xiu sat cross-legged, wreathed in the Saint’s Rules. He appeared even more transcendent, like a banished immortal.

Finally, the light dissipated. A sigh was heard. "Alas, it’s still not working."

"In this past year, we have tried every method we could think of, scouring the ancient texts..." a Saint said, shaking his head with a sorrowful expression.

"Hahaha! I told you, don’t waste your effort. How could you possibly break the grand Divine Skills of my Demon Race? You have only two choices: either kill this boy and die with me, or... let him and I stay here together, forever unable to leave!" Guba cackled wildly, his voice not loud but extremely grating.

"I’ll kill you!" Zhang Yunting’s eyes were bloodshot. He erupted like thunder, his holy might creating a crushing pressure. Immense holy light spread across the sky but never descended.

Guba grew even more arrogant, constantly taunting and ridiculing him. The Saints were furious but could only sigh helplessly. They were genuinely powerless.

"Everyone, please let me be alone for a while," Wang Xiu suddenly said. He was still as calm as ever, a reassuring smile on his face, as if nothing in the world could ever disturb it.

The Saints fell silent.

"Maybe I can think of a way myself?" Wang Xiu added with a smile.

The Saints were at a loss for words. They assumed he was just trying to comfort them, which only made their guilt and self-reproach deepen.

What a fine young man! Gentle and refined, a gracious gentleman, endowed with peerless talent, yet lacking even a hint of the pride seen in other young prodigies. He earned the heartfelt admiration of all who came into contact with him.