Chapter 112 Saving Others for Oneself

Mu Anxiao stood still, looking troubled. "Shen Yan, what should we do?"

Shen Yan withdrew the spell he had been working on, stood up, and walked over to Mu Anxiao. "You still have some spells from the Yin Messengers on you. You can just go out and save him directly."

"No, I can't bring myself to do it."

"He was just joking with you. You can just use your spells to heal him," Shen Yan said calmly, his lips slightly pale.

Seeing Shen Yan's unwell expression, Mu Anxiao glanced at the patch of red on his shoulder and asked, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Shen Yan replied, closing his eyes briefly.

Mu Anxiao felt a pang of anxiety seeing Shen Yan like this. "You absolutely cannot be in any trouble. If you die, the sin will be counted on me. You must not be in any trouble."

"Why are you talking so much?" Shen Yan said impatiently.

"Alright, alright, I won't say anymore. I'll go take a look." Mu Anxiao dared not speak further with Shen Yan. She turned and walked to the door, took a deep breath, and opened it, peeking at the disciples gathered outside. "What are you all doing?"

"Are you alright?" the girl asked excitedly when she saw Mu Anxiao emerge.

Mu Anxiao put on a calm demeanor, walked down the steps, and stood behind them, deliberately ignoring the girl. "What are you all looking at? Move aside."

"What are you going to do?" a boy stepped forward and asked.

Mu Anxiao glared at the boy who asked and said, "You're asking too much." As she spoke, she deliberately raised her hand, which was emitting a black mist.

The boy stared at Mu Anxiao's hand in surprise. "Why is there black mist in your hand?"

"I've already captured that demonic creature. This mist in my hand is its poisonous gas. If you want to die," Mu Anxiao said, scanning the surrounding disciples, "then stay right here and don't move."

"Are you human or demon?" the middle-aged man asked, looking at Mu Anxiao.

Out of politeness, Mu Anxiao looked at the middle-aged man, lowered her hand, and tilted her head to look at the sky, which was gradually brightening. "Who I am is not important. What's important is that I'm about to save your disciple. If we don't save him soon, it'll be too late."

"We won't save him," the middle-aged man said curtly.

Mu Anxiao was stunned. "What did you say? That person is your disciple. If you do this, you'll be inviting divine retribution."

"If anyone is to incur divine retribution, it will be him," the middle-aged man stated resolutely.

"You..." Mu Anxiao now had a new understanding of this middle-aged man. She deliberately ignored him and said, "Everyone, move aside."

The disciples, fearing that Mu Anxiao might actually attack them, scattered one by one.

Mu Anxiao then looked at the middle-aged man who was about to stop her and said, "Sect Leader, you cannot stop me."

The middle-aged man avoided her gaze and said, "I didn't say I was going to stop you."

"That's good then," Mu Anxiao said. She stepped forward and went to the front of the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy. "Lift your face."

"It hurts," the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy said, having completely lost his previous arrogance from the room. He shook his head.

Mu Anxiao looked down at the boy and couldn't help but smile as she crouched down. "Hand me your arm."

The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy bit his lip tightly, enduring the pain as he extended his arm to Mu Anxiao. He whispered, "Even if you save me, my master will kill me anyway. You might as well kill me."

"Your fate is predetermined. I have no right to end your life," Mu Anxiao said. She extended two fingers and directly pressed them at the edge of the boy's wound. "It will hurt, bear with it."