There has been a deep-seated enmity between the Yaksha tribe and the human tribe for tens of thousands of years. If it weren’t for the scarcity of Yaksha people and the fact that successive holy rulers prioritized cultivation, they would have clashed with the human tribe long ago.
The incident involving Ji Baiyin and Qi Yan is just a trigger. Whether it’s for the hatred accumulated over millennia or for Qi Yan, the surviving Yaksha spirits in the Six Great Sects are willing to go all out for revenge. They are determined to extinguish the remaining Yaksha spirits that haven’t perished.
After understanding what happened, Su Jingxuan immediately left the Independent Immortal City and hurried to Fengxia Mountain. It is a refuge left by the ancestors of the Yaksha tribe. At this moment, the Yaksha tribe is almost wiped out, and the surviving members have no place in the spirit realm except for hiding in Fengxia Mountain.
He needs to find Qi Yan and stop him. Revenge is necessary, but he cannot allow Qi Yan to use his spirit body as leverage. Once he becomes someone else’s spiritual tool, he will have a fate of never being able to reincarnate.
Since he became conscious, he has never felt a sense of belonging. Except for Jue He, whom he has never relied on or trusted, even when he first arrived in this world, he was wary of everyone.
Even when he first saw Qi Yan in a black robe, he was cautious. He only wanted to use Qi Yan to find Jiang He. For the Yaksha tribe, he considered it only a temporary stay because he is not a true member of the Yaksha tribe.
However, the days in the Yaksha tribe gradually changed his heart. Though he is indifferent and unfeeling, he can distinguish between gratitude and resentment.
Even though he is not a true Yaksha spirit, when he first arrived, Qi Yan and Ji Baiyin saved him, and the Yaksha tribe provided him with a place to settle. For three hundred years in the Yaksha tribe, Qi Yan treated him as a close relative, protecting and loving him. Though it was unspoken, he knew that Qi Yan and the elders had been looking after him for three hundred years.
If it weren’t for Qi Yan and the Yaksha tribe, he would have died when he first came to this world. He absolutely cannot stand by and watch Qi Yan seek death.
With red eyes, Su Jingxuan rushed towards Fengxia Mountain. The place is in the opposite direction from the original settlement of the Yaksha tribe, about a month’s journey from the territory of the demon tribe. However, he forcibly shortened it to seven days using his essence blood teleportation.
Seven days later, when Su Jingxuan entered the protective array of Fengxia Mountain, what he saw were Yaksha tribe members covered in wounds. The originally thousands of tribe members were reduced to less than two hundred.
All the remaining clan members suffered severe internal injuries. They were unable to construct even a simple refuge for rest, lying on the grass struggling for breath. Even the elders, whose cultivation levels were beyond the Refinement Stage, were no exception, with faces pale and gray.
Su Jingxuan did not see the figure of Qi Yan, but upon entering the large array, he heard one tremor after another, and Qi Yan’s roaring voice echoed from a nearby cave. The Yaksha tribe members, upon hearing that frenzied sound, all wore expressions of sorrow.
Ji Baiyin’s death had completely driven Qi Yan into madness.
“Little Nine, you’re back. Quickly think of a solution. The Saint has gone berserk. Since issuing the extermination order against the Hundred Clans, he has been inside the cave, completely losing his sanity, recognizing no one.”
With Qi Yan gone mad, all the Yaksha people were now in chaos. Even the elders did not know what to do. The frenzied Qi Yan had lost his sanity, attacking anyone who approached.
Fortunately, before going completely mad, Qi Yan used his last bit of sanity to lock himself inside the cave. Otherwise, not only would the remaining Yaksha people be annihilated by the human tribe, but the frenzied Qi Yan would also kill them.
For the Saint, apart from Ji Baiyin, Little Nine was the most important. Now that Ji Baiyin was dead, they could only rely on Little Nine to restore the Saint’s sanity.
“You all explain the situation to me carefully. Ji Baiyin was staying well in our clan. How did outsiders know about him being in our clan?”
Su Jingxuan did not rush to see Qi Yan. He needed to understand what had happened. The information he obtained from the wandering immortals outside was only one side of the story. He wanted to know the detailed events.
He did not believe that things were so simple. Since he arrived and his infant body was stolen, Qi Yan had sealed off the entire Yaksha tribe from the outside world to prevent outsiders from intruding. Why did people from Yunhai Sect know about Ji Baiyin in the Yaksha tribe? And why did the news leak out to the other five major sects?
“We don’t know either. That day, the Saint went out, and suddenly, people from Yunhai Sect found our location. They demanded we hand over His Highness Baiyin. To avoid implicating the clan, His Highness Baiyin voluntarily left with them.”
“Afterward, we informed the Saint to come back. We then heard the news of His Highness Baiyin’s death. The Saint immediately went mad for revenge. When the Saint left, a group of people infiltrated the clan. They used concealment techniques, and we couldn’t tell which clan they were from.”
“They had extremely high cultivation levels and were ruthless. The Sixth Elder and the Fifth Elder sacrificed their spiritual bodies to transport the surviving clan members here.”
The Yaksha’s account roughly matched what Su Jingxuan had heard outside. The incident happened so suddenly that the Yaksha people had not reacted before their nest was raided.
The subsequent events were as he had investigated: Qi Yan angrily sought revenge against the five major sects, and upon returning from the battle, he saw the wiped-out clan. Already in a state of madness, his mind was further stimulated, completely losing his sanity and issuing an extermination order against the Hundred Clans. The remaining Yaksha people desperately began retaliating against the human tribe.
Everyone stared at Su Jingxuan with sorrowful expressions. Although he wasn’t the highest-cultivated person in the clan, as the Saint’s brother, his identity was enough to make all confused clan members regard him as their backbone.
“Little Nine, what should we do?”
The speaker was a Yaksha infant born around the same time as Su Jingxuan. However, due to insufficient aptitude, the figure was not yet formed, and the face hidden in a vague black mist displayed no emotions. The voice, however, sounded extremely confused and frightened.
But as Su Jingxuan looked at all the surviving Yaksha spirits in front of him—263 in total—each face was both familiar and unfamiliar. He had returned to the state of when he first arrived in this world, not daring to trust anyone.
The Yaksha tribe’s sacred land was isolated from the world, and Ji Baiyin had been in the Yaksha tribe for hundreds of years without anyone outside knowing. Suddenly, the news was exposed, Qi Yan left to seek revenge, and right after, someone accurately found the Yaksha tribe’s lair and began exterminating them. These incidents could not be explained away as mere coincidences.
Without a doubt, there was a traitor in the Yaksha tribe.
Su Jingxuan closed his eyes and carefully observed each surviving Yaksha spirit’s face and aura.
“Listen to me, from now on, cease all acts of revenge. Why did the human tribe kill so many of us? This grudge must be avenged; otherwise, we will not find peace even in reincarnation!”
The moment the words fell, the Yaksha people were once again stirred up.
The stimulation of the clan’s annihilation made every Yaksha person lose their reason. They only wanted revenge now, even if it meant dying for it.
“Of course, revenge must be sought, but not by sacrificing the entire Yaksha tribe. You are the last remaining members of the Yaksha tribe. If you die, the entire Yaksha tribe will cease to exist. Throughout the generations, the Saints endured humiliation and hardship, leading the clan to hide and survive. If you all die, their efforts will be in vain. The elders who risked their lives to save you will have sacrificed in vain.”
“But, should we let this grudge go unanswered?” The surviving Yaksha spirits found it hard to swallow the bitterness of annihilation.
“Of course not, but for now, you all must stay alive.”
Su Jingxuan coldly stared at every Yaksha person before him, deeply imprinting their faces and auras in his mind.
At the moment, he couldn’t find the traitor who betrayed the Yaksha tribe, nor could he ascertain who orchestrated everything behind the scenes. What he could do now was protect the last remaining members of the Yaksha tribe.
“Listen to me, from now on, set aside your hatred. Fengxia Mountain is not a place to stay for long. I will use formations to individually teleport each of you to different locations in the spirit realm, scattering and fleeing.”
“After leaving, your only task is to survive. Do not rely on or trust anyone, including our fellow clan members. Each of you should find ways to hide and survive until you have enough strength to protect yourselves. Only when the truth is revealed should you reappear. If you all die, it will be the true extinction of the Yaksha tribe. Your responsibility is to stay alive.”
Having said that, Su Jingxuan ignored the expressions of the crowd and began setting up the teleportation array.
Since there was a traitor in the Yaksha tribe, every living clan member now had the suspicion of betrayal. If the remaining people continued to stay here, it would be a dead end, and dispersing was dangerous. But running away one by one was the only option.
Regardless of everyone’s willingness, Su Jingxuan set up the teleportation array and sent people away one by one until everyone from Fengxia Mountain was gone. Only then did he go to see the frenzied Qi Yan.
In the cave, Qi Yan lay in a pool of blood, his black robe turned into rags, revealing gruesome wounds. His loss of sanity and frenzy had exhausted his strength, but he continued to shout Ji Baiyin’s name.
His red eyes had turned bloodshot, and his aura had changed. The previously steady aura now carried a manic hatred, gradually aligning with the figure Su Jingxuan had encountered in the main hall—the person in the black robe.
Seeing this Qi Yan, Su Jingxuan felt a heavy weight in his chest.
He finally understood why Qi Yan had turned into the person in the black robe he knew. He witnessed a segment of history that had happened before and now seemed to be immersed in that history himself.
“Big Brother Qi Yan, I will bring Baiyin back.”
Staring at the frenzied Qi Yan, Su Jingxuan gently placed his hand on Qi Yan’s head, absorbing his cultivation into his own body and rapidly repairing the traumatized soul.
Whether he could change what had happened or not, he would not regret it unless he tried. Even if he failed, he wanted to be someone who understood.
