“Hehehe, what a lively scene this is?”

The sudden voice wasn’t loud, yet it carried clearly into the ears of everyone present. Yuehua’s eyes flew open at the sound. It was all too familiar. And when she looked up, she saw the one she longed for most—her Mo’er.

“Mo’er, Mo’er, it’s wonderful that you’re unharmed,” she cried. “It was your master’s mistake. I wrongfully blamed you. I should never, ever have believed Ye Kai’s lies. Look, Mo’er, all of this—these are good things your master has brought back for you.”

Her face twisted with derangement as she pulled out the organ she had taken from Ye Kai’s body, holding it up for Lin Mo to see.

“Who are you? We don’t really know each other.”

Lin Mo immediately stepped back a few paces, distancing himself from her. Seeing Yuehua in such a pitiful state, his heart remained utterly unmoved. His words struck her like a thunderbolt, leaving her frozen in place, her expression hollow, as though her soul had left her body.

In this lifetime, Yuehua had never truly cared for her disciple. For more than a decade, he had given everything to her, reserving the very best—yet she had repaid him with wound after wound. Now she no longer had the right to even try to draw close to Lin Mo.

The Qingling Sect peak masters immediately recognized him.

“You little demon, how dare you come here? Are you trying to save that demon master of yours?” one shouted.

“Today, with so many righteous cultivators present, we must ensure that you and your master are punished together!”

The righteous cultivators all turned their gazes toward Lin Mo. Yet none of them sensed even a trace of demonic aura from him. In fact, when he first appeared, they had thought he was one of their own.

“Hey, don’t misunderstand—I have no connection with Yuehua. If you want to kill or cut someone, go ahead.” Lin Mo spread his hands, trying his best to distance himself from her.

At that, a few voices rose from among the crowd.

“Fellow Daoists of Qingling Sect, could it be that you’ve mistaken him?”

“This man’s body is brimming with spiritual energy; he doesn’t look like someone who has fallen into demonic ways.”

But others countered quickly: “He’s using a secret art to conceal his demonic aura. Back at the Qingling Sect’s Grand Competition, this Lin Mo revealed his true nature. All ten thousand disciples of Qingling Sect can testify to that.”

All of Qingling Sect’s disciples shouted in agreement, and the crowd suddenly came to a realization.

“Don’t be fooled by the lies of a demonic cultivator!”

“So he really is a demon—what an act he puts on!”

“Since both master and disciple are here, you can die together!”

Elsewhere, Ye Kai was ecstatic. Lin Mo really was brainless, rushing here just to deliver himself to death. Didn’t he know? Elders from a top-ranked Immortal Sect of the Upper Realm were present, along with tens of thousands of righteous cultivators.

Could Lin Mo possibly have a way to survive?

Just as the righteous cultivators prepared to strike, the formation restraining Yuehua flared with abnormal changes.

“You… none of you are allowed to touch my Mo’er.”

At that moment, Yuehua suddenly awakened. She realized she owed her Mo’er far too much. She didn’t even have the right to die. Endless regret spread through her heart. She could not die—not yet. She had to protect her Mo’er, and slowly, completely repay every debt she owed him.

Her hatred burned hotter. She still wanted to slaughter all demons under heaven—and to take down Ye Kai.

Countless streams of demonic energy erupted from her body. Overwhelming hatred, mingled with her regret toward Lin Mo, pushed Yuehua once more to break through, this time from late Soul Splitting Stage into the Divine Transformation Stage.

“Damn it, the demon broke through!”

“Fellow Daoists, strengthen the formation’s power now!”

The warning came too late. With a single punch, Yuehua shattered the formation and charged at Ye Kai.

“Mo’er, your master will now take Ye Kai’s life for you!”

Lin Mo’s voice turned cold as he snapped, “I told you already—we’re not close!”

Yuehua… what had she been doing all this time? Now regret came far too late.

“Honored seniors, save me!”

Ye Kai was so terrified he collapsed to the ground. He didn’t dare use his demonic energy, and with nowhere to run, he could only beg for the righteous cultivators to intervene.

Sure enough, Yuehua was blocked once again—this time by two elders from the Upper Realm’s First-Rank Immortal Sect. Meanwhile, Lin Mo found himself encircled by thousands of righteous cultivators.

“Since everyone’s in such a rush to attack, why not first take a look at what I’ve brought out?” Lin Mo said.

But no one paid him any attention.

“Demon spawn deserves to die!”

“Don’t let him stall for time!”

“Everyone, attack together—kill this little demon!”

Seeing the mob still charging, Lin Mo wasted no more words. If soft tactics wouldn’t work, then he would answer with steel.

He swung the Liuli Sword. In the sky, tens of thousands of terrifying sword-energies erupted, blotting out the sun.

“What is that? How can there be so many sword-energies?”

“What realm is this little demon at? His mastery of the sword is terrifying!”

“Everyone, don’t move! Each of these sword-energies could easily cut down any cultivator below the Soul Splitting Stage.”

This final warning came from an elder of the Upper Realm in the Divine Transformation Stage. Hearing it, the crowd froze on the spot, fear plastered across their faces as they stared at Lin Mo.

“What a bunch of spineless cowards,” Lin Mo muttered. Then he began to project Ye Kai’s memories.

In the next instant, a massive formation materialized in the sky. From its center, vivid scenes unfolded.

“What is this?”

Everyone was drawn in by the vision, exchanging bewildered looks. Within the array, the images shifted and became clear before their eyes.

Lin Mo had carefully chosen fragments of Ye Kai’s memories—starting from when he entered Qingling Sect, all the way up to forcing Yuehua into demonic corruption. He had deliberately cut out the parts from the Demon Realm that showed encounters with himself.

Very soon, Ye Kai’s memories began to play out. From the start, he had secretly sown discord among the disciples of Qingzhu Peak, stirring trouble between Shen Ke’er and Lin Mo.

“This… is Ye Kai’s memory?”

At last, someone recognized what the projected images were. Everyone, with Lin Mo’s sword-qi aimed at them, had no choice but to watch carefully.

“Unbelievable… so Ye Kai has always been scheming behind the scenes like a petty villain.”

“I’d say Shen Ke’er isn’t much better either—if she could be so easily manipulated by Ye Kai.”

“These disciples of Qingzhu Peak are truly foolish. Do they just believe whatever others say?”

The scenes quickly shifted to the matter of Yuan Li. That incident had only ever been known among the disciples of Qingzhu Peak. Now that it was being displayed, strange looks spread across the crowd, many of them turning toward Yuehua.

“What kind of master is she, if she doesn’t even understand the true nature of her own disciples?”

“Although Lin Mo is now branded a great demon, from Ye Kai’s memories it’s clear that his dedication to Qingzhu Peak was beyond doubt. Back then, he was even a very good senior brother.”

“As for Ye Kai, he only wanted to parade himself as some righteous man. To actually do something so foolish—taking the lead to defend Yuan Li while secretly spreading slander about Lin Mo—he was nothing but a shameless petty man.”

“Why do I suddenly feel… that Lin Mo is rather pitiful?”

Disgust surfaced in the eyes of many as they looked toward Ye Kai. Such a vile character was truly detestable.

At that moment, Ye Kai realized the danger. If the rest of his memories were exposed, he would be utterly finished.

The thought of facing the righteous cultivators present—along with Lin Mo and Yuehua—left him paralyzed with fear. He wanted to run, but Lin Mo’s deadly gaze pinned him in place, leaving him unable to move. And where could he even go? The Demon Realm would no longer accept him, and the Human Realm would not tolerate him. Wherever he fled, death awaited.

Meanwhile, Yuehua was also watching the scenes unfold. The more she saw of Ye Kai’s memories, the heavier her guilt toward Lin Mo grew.

Lin Mo, on the other hand, had already begun quietly harvesting small threads of regret from the disciples of Qingling Sect.

The next scenes shifted to Wanwan’s side. From her exchanges with Ye Kai, the crowd learned that Yuehua had once been implanted with a demon seed by the Demon Clan, reduced to nothing more than a puppet for cultivation. For a moment, everyone looked toward Yuehua with conflicted expressions.

Among the peak masters of Qingling Sect, each harbored their own thoughts. The more they saw, the stranger the whole affair seemed.

Yuehua’s deepest wounds were laid bare before all, yet she said nothing—only silently continued to watch the unfolding scenes of Ye Kai’s memories.

In those memories, Ye Kai—under Wanwan’s assistance—began cultivating a demonic body. Later, after Lin Mo returned to the sect, Ye Kai schemed relentlessly, trying every method he could to drive Lin Mo into demonhood.