The next day, it was a clear and sunny day. But it didn't take long before dark clouds began to surround the sky, blocking the sunlight from shining down.

Fei Qianchi smiled as he sat across from Tian Sichan, "Master, where is everyone?"

Tian Sichan raised a brow, "They will be arriving soon. Unfortunately, your brother is currently completing a mission at the moment so he isn't able to come."

At that moment, countless voices were heard.

"Junior Brother!" Zhang Bingmei rushed forward, pushing the doors open.

Zhang Zaifan slowly walked behind her, rolling his eyes. Hou Mengshu lightly shook his head as he walked in. Fu Huayan cocked her brows, entering with strides.

"Where is Junior Sister?" Fei Qianchi asked, noticing that someone was missing.

"Junior Sister will be here. She had to catch up on making her pills." Fu Huayan replied as she sat down roughly, grabbing the jar of wine and pouring it into her mouth.

"It's been so long since everyone has gathered!" Zhang Bingmei exclaimed, her big eyes filled with light.

"Everyone has been trying to avoid you, sister." Zhang Zaifan's snarky comment came not long after.

Hearing this, Zhang Bingmei huffed as she glared at her younger twin brother.

"Enough, you two," Hou Mengshu stopped the two from arguing.

Tian Sichan rubbed his temple, "I can't deal with this."

"Master, you're stuck with us." Fu Huayan winked as she drunk the wine.

Seeing this, Fei Qianchi's heart chilled even more. Just a bit longer. He needed Qi Meiyao here too.

This scene was once warm but now, it only brought upon a feeling of disgust within him. It made his skin crawl, Fei Qianchi merely wanted to leave. A dark and oppressive feeling exploded within him, but he still smiled lightly on the outside.

"It's nice to see that everyone is still the same." Fei Qianchi smiled, speaking out gently. He perfectly hid his inner thoughts, disguising everything.

Tian Sichan took a second longer glance at Fei Qianchi before he looked away. "Meiyao has arrived. She should be here soon."

True to his words, a young woman popped up not long after. "Sorry, I had some work to catch up on." Qi Meiyao smiled with a healthy glow.

She rushed over and sat around the table where everyone was gathered.

"You weren't too late, Junior Sister." Fu Huayan replied, downing the wine, wiping her mouth afterwards.

Fei Qianchi calmly watched as everyone settled in, speaking about everything. A sudden weird feeling emerged within him, but soon after, it disappeared.

"The array has been created. Zhao Weiming has already arrived and is currently gathering up the other demonic cultivators."

Hearing this, the emotions from before dispersed. Fei Qianchi grabbed the cup of wine that was handed to him, slowly drinking.

Zhao Weiming... where did he hear that name from before? But he no longer cared about that.

"Qianchi, what are your plans?" Tian Sichan suddenly asked the man who had been sitting silently.

Fei Qianchi looked up, smiling as he replied, "Become even stronger. I will try my best to become even stronger." To get revenge, he needed to become stronger. He was close. Just a bit more.

After he killed everyone, his revenge would be finalized. Then, he could climb the steps and become even stronger under a new name. He would no longer have to worry about everyone alienating him.

"Is that so?" Tian Sichan's lips lifted.

At that moment, the sound of a bell rung. Once. Twice. Thrice. Three times, signifying the demonic cultivator's invasion.

Within the room, everyone stood up at once, panic rising in their eyes.

"Demonic cultivators!?" Fu Huayan exclaimed as she dropped the bottle of wine.

Tian Sichan furrowed his brows, "Hurry. It is too sudden, there must be a traitor in the sect!"

Everyone rushed and stood up, the mood plummeting at once.

Behind them, Fei Qianchi was a bit slower as he stood up. With quick hand seals, his body disappeared.

As they appeared once more, the sound of swords clattering echoed. The disciples of Fushui Sect that were here today were relatively young. They weren't experienced enough.

The demonic cultivators were clad in black, their dark pupils shone. They were like mad dogs, reaping lives without a second to spare.

"Go!" Tian Sichan ordered.

"Immortal Tian." A man stepped up. A handsome face appeared, with seductive eyes and plump lips. There was a mole by his lips, his black hair lush. In a black robe, he held a fan in his hand. "It surely is a pleasure to meet you. I am Venerable Zhao, Zhao Weiming, Lord of Lost Souls." The man introduced as he opened up his fan, a chilling gale surrounded the battlefield of fallen disciples.

"Zhao Weiming." Tian Sichan whispered as he stared at the man.

Fei Qianchi stared at the man but he didn't make a move. Keeping up his pretense, he pretended to fight the demonic cultivators. He listened carefully, but now wasn't the time to step in yet.

He held Baihe in his hand. The sword had lost its gleam, as if signifying its owner's change of heart.

"Darkness-Gathering Buddha!" Fu Huayan shouted, making a seal with her hands. It didn't take long for a huge Buddha hand to appear, shining with a gold light as it crashed upon the cultivators dressed in black, leaving bloody bodies.

"Ten-Thousand Dragon's Roar." Zhang Zaifan got into stance, his body leaning forward as a deep growl escaped his throat, pushing his hands forward. From behind him, the light image of a dragon rushed into the battlefield.

Zhang Bingmei held her whip, "Flourishing Spirits!" As she lashed her whip, sharp images of knives stabbed into the bodies surrounding her.

Hou Mengshu held his sword. As a sword cultivator, he did not use many spells, merely fighting with his sword.

Qi Meiyao furrowed her brows. Finally, she sat on the ground, folding her legs as she gathered her arms. As she chanted a spell underneath her breath, an arrow appeared in her arms. Standing up, she held the bow and arrow that shone with a white light. As she held the bow with the arrow ready, she launched it. The arrow exploded in light, forming ten different arrows of light.

"He has returned. And he is still as mad as before." Zhao Weiming explained. His eyes ran over Fei Qianchi. "He is coming to claim his debt, we all are. Such a shame that you won't live long enough to witness the fall of Fushui Sect." He smiled.

Tian Sichan stepped forward. In his hand, he held a gleaming sword, his eyes narrowing.

Fei Qianchi listened carefully. The sword in his storage ring trembled, a dark energy seeping out, controlling his heart. Not yet... he needed to wait a bit more for the signal. His eyes gleamed heavily.

"The demonic cultivators have been quiet for so long. Now that your master is awake, how could you not come here?" Without hesitating, Tian Sichan threw himself towards Zhao Weiming.

Zhao Weiming sneered, the fan in his hands opened. He swung his left hand, conjuring a gust of wind that moved his body, dodging Tian Sichan's attack. As his fan opened, his eyes gleamed. Swinging the fan towards Tian Sichan, it launched dark knives towards Tian Sichan.

Tian Sichan deflected the knives with his sword, swinging them to the ground. Holding his sword ahead of him, he slid his fingers over the blade, drawing blood. Chanting under his breath, the blood shone on the blade.

"Ah... using that spell, huh?" Zhao Weiming smiled. He tapped his fan on his hand. "If you want to play foul like that then I will accompany you." Then, his body rushed forward like a ray of light. His fan knocked into Tian Sichan's sword.

Tian Sichan was stopped before he could finish the spell. With narrowed eyes and a scowl, he faced off against Zhao Weiming, his blade moving fast. Even so, Zhao Weiming blocked the attacks with a smile.

The battlefield was dyed red. The many bodies of the disciples laid on the ground, lifeless.

As Zhao Weiming began to overpower Tian Sichan, there was a fluctuation of Qi.

Fei Qianchi turned his head. A man with purple eyes descended with a sword in his hand.

"Zhu Luishui." Zhao Weiming sneered as his palm smacked onto Tian Sichan's chest, sending the man flying backwards.

Tian Sichan coughed out a mouthful of blood, wiping it roughly as he glared towards Zhao Weiming.

Zhu Luishui stepped onto the ground, his purple eyes looking over the dead bodies. "Is it still not enough?"

"Not enough, ah. It can never be enough." Zhao Weiming pointed his fan towards Zhu Luishui. "You're not so innocent either," Zhao Weiming dragged it out, "Lord of Suzhou."

With this, Zhu Luishui's eyes flickered, jumping off of the ground with his sword in hand, flying towards Zhao Weiming. Zhao Weiming dodged, smacking the sword away with his fan, attacking with his palm.

Zhu Luishui was strong, he was nearly as strong as Su Fuwen. Except, this man was rarely seen in the sect.

At that moment, a dark energy began seeping from the ground.

Fei Qianchi looked down in surprise as a glowering feeling rose within him.

"Seven-Darkness Array!" Qi Meiyao stood up, screaming in shock.

Fei Qianchi felt a pulsing power grow within him. It wasn't just him. Every demonic cultivator had a boost of strength. Zhao Weiming was strong enough to rival Zhu Luishui, now, he was even stronger with the array boosting his strength and suppressing the righteous cultivators.

As the two exchanged moves, Zhao Weiming gradually suppressed Zhu Luishui. A drop of blood fell from the corner of his mouth as Zhu Luishui held his sword, stabling his breath.

"So weak! In these years, what have you righteous cultivators been doing? You should be glad my master isn't here, else, he would've killed you all by now." Zhao Weiming smacked away Zhu Luishui's sword, a light shining off of the fan as it launched an attack towards the man.

Zhao Weiming was still neat and tidy, smiling without restraint.

Fei Qianchi watched as the overbearing feeling in him spread. It made his hands itched, he wanted blood to flow even more. The power from the sword was getting stronger and stronger, it made him lose his senses.

At that moment, Tian Sichan also rushed towards Zhao Weiming, fighting alongside Zhu Luishui. Even so, Zhao Weiming didn't panic as he calmly dealt with the two.

"Fei Qianchi." Zhao Weiming suddenly called out as he sent the two men flying back, their bodies slamming to the ground, weak against him.

Fei Qianchi looked up with a sneer. His eyes flickered between black and blue before they finally settled to a dark color. In his hands, the black sword appeared.

"Is it my turn?" He asked in a chilly tone. Fei Qianchi slowly stepped forward as the aura of the sword spread through the battlefield. As the sword took over, his expression grew more wicked.

Tian Sichan watched in shock, everyone did as they watched Fei Qianchi walk over.

"Siwang... Sword of Death." Zhu Luishui whispered as he saw the sword that Fei Qianchi held.

Zhao Weiming laughed, "Who do you want to kill first?"

Fei Qianchi swung the sword in his eyes, looking at Tian Sichan with a smirk. Finally, he was filled with madness. A wild feeling coursed within him, a dark sensation filling his body. "Who would be better off dead?" He ran a hand through his white hair, the black mark under his eye pulsed.

Hearing this, Zhao Weiming laughed even louder. Fei Qianchi's image was befitting of a Devil. He looked possessed, as if he had gone mad. In a way, he had.

"Look... even your dear disciple has fallen." Zhao Weiming ridiculed.

Tian Sichan's was still confused, his hand clenching tighter onto the hilt of his sword.

"Why?" Tian Sichan whispered. He looked into Fei Qianchi's black eyes.

Fei Qianchi tilted his head, cocking his brow. "Why? Why else? You... you always spoke of righteous cultivators as if they had no wrongs. You spoke of demonic cultivators like they were crazy madmen. But now I see that it was all just hypocritical words. As soon as word of my deeds spread, everyone alienated me." He laughed, hand covering his eyes. He finally lost it. The dark energy that waved off of his body was too strong. It was even stronger than Zhao Weiming's aura.

At that moment, another presence emerged the battlefield. "Qianchi?" A familiar cold voice broke the silence.

Fei Qianchi looked up. Staring at Zhu Longwang's shocked eyes, he flicked his sword. "We've got everyone here, don't we?"

Hearing these words, Zhao Weiming cackled. "Everyone is here like you wanted. Have your fun."

Qi Meiyao wasn't able to take a rest before a sudden Qi fluctuated by her. Unable to do anything, Fei Qianchi stood before her, slashing his sword. She stood up and dodged. Everyone was busy. Zhao Weiming was taking care of everyone else. Many of the higher level demonic cultivators took care of Fu Huayan and the other disciples.

"Senior Brother, wake up! It's me, your Junior Sister! What are you doing?!" Qi Meiyao's arm was slashed, blood dying her pale blue robe.

Fei Qianchi merely stared at her with eyes full of ridicule. "And?" He flicked the blood off his sword.

Fei Qianchi swung his sword, intent on killing Qi Meiyao. A whip lashed him, striking at his right hand that held Siwang, wrapping and stopping him from moving.

"Master! Master! Senior Brother has gone out of control!" Qi Meiyao escaped as Zhang Bingmei held onto Fei Qianchi, pulling back with all her strength as she gritted her teeth.

"I can't hold him for long!" Zhang Bingmei's eyes were red, her Qi continued to get attacked as Fei Qianchi relentlessly attacked her. Blood spewed from her mouth as Fei Qianchi broke her whip in half, her body flew to the ground as Fei Qianchi raised a hand, grasping her throat and throwing her down.

"Don't stop me, Senior Sister." Fei Qianchi smiled, glowering down at Zhang Bingmei. He held his sword over her as Zhang Bingmei struggled to escape. Her eyes were filled with fear, looking at the man who had gone crazy before her.

Fei Qianchi sneered as he thrusted his sword down. At that moment, Zhu Longwang appeared, his sword striking against Fei Qianchi, his palm reaching out and smacking the man away from Zhang Bingmei. Zhang Bingmei scrambled to her feet as Zhang Zaifan helped her.

"Are you here to stop me?" Fei Qianchi cocked his brow, looking at Zhu Longwang. He glanced over to Zhao Weiming. The man was dealing with Tian Sichan, Zhu Luishui, and Hou Mengshu. Against all three, he was strong as he faced the relentless attacks.

"Qianchi, please. Don't let it control you, you can't. I beg you, no matter what I will stand by you. I beg you, Qianchi, please, don't lose against this." Zhu Longwang slowly inched forward with caution.

"Don't talk so much. I've had enough of your words." Fei Qianchi immediately shut down the man, his voice both harsh and cold. Without a moment to spare, Siwang slammed into Sanfeng.

Siwang shone with a black glare, both menacing and dark, while Sanfeng was a light sword, gleaming with a sharp coldness.

Zhu Longwang sucked in a breath, facing Fei Qianchi's strength.

"Surprised?" Fei Qianchi slammed his sword hard as he smirked, a strong burst of Qi waved off of his sword.

Zhu Longwang was pushed backwards as Fei Qianchi slashed towards him. He stumbled backwards, the dark energy taking him by surprise.

Qi Meiyao's voice was heard over the countless screams. "Master, we have to stop fifth junior brother before things get out of hand. His Qi is unstable and he's been possessed by demonic energy. If this goes on for any longer, we may just lose him."

Zhu Longwang's eyes flashed. Regaining his composure, he stood up straight, Sanfeng pointed towards Fei Qianchi.

"I'm sorry." No matter how much stronger Fei Qianchi was, he could not rival Zhu Longwang who had both experience and long years of cultivation under his hands.

"Subdue him first!" Tian Sichan ordered as he dodged Zhao Weiming.

In a matter of a split second, everyone crowded Fei Qianchi. With five people attacking him, the energy radiating from his sword became even darker. Fei Qianchi felt a clot of blood in his throat as he struggled to keep up with Siwang.

His body was dominated by a coursing anger growing within. Fei Qianchi's face was splattered with blood. It wasn't his, it was from everyone else. Even though he was weaker with everyone combined Siwang pushed through the extreme, the sword having a mind of its own.

Fei Qianchi wasn't scared. Adrenaline pumped through his veins the longer he fought. The sight of blood drove him crazy.

"Go loose. Fight them all, Qianchi. I will let you borrow my strength."

With these words, a strong burst of energy entered Fei Qianchi's body. The demonic energy seeped out from his body, bursting.

Zhu Longwang cowered away as Fei Qianchi suddenly began to laugh. At that moment, the ground cracked under Fei Qianchi's feet.

"Stop him!" Fu Huayan ordered, noticing that Fei Qianchi became even more powerful.

Fei Qianchi turned his head, his white hair was long and glossy. The outline of a dark shadow surrounded his body, Fei Qianchi's black eyes were eerie.

"Stop me! I dare you to." Fei Qianchi swung his sword, a dark energy swinging off of the blade and towards the people in front of him. "You can't hurt me! You can try, but you won't be able to do a thing."

It was so close. Just a bit more and he would be able to get revenge. From the beginning, this was the road he was destined to walk. From the moment he killed Madam Fei, the moment his mother was killed, everything was set in stone then.

"I will kill anyone who stops me."

This was his last warning. Fei Qianchi lifted his hand, a dark ball of black energy was forming and he slid Siwang across his left hand, drawing a line of blood. As the dark energy mixed with his blood, a flash of light blinded everyone.

In the sky, a loud thunder was heard.

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