97: Chapter 97 The Tragic Young Master's Nobleman 19

Lu Zhan slowly swept his gaze across everyone present; his emotions remained unchanged, yet in his heart, a firm decision had already been made.

"At this point, there are some things I no longer wish to conceal from you all. This trip to the Demon Realm is something I must undertake.

First, for the peace of the Human Realm; second, for my Junior Brother Mo Yun. He has met with trouble, and regardless of whether he is alive or dead, I must go and bring him back."

His voice was low and firm, his eyes carrying a hint of relief.

However, the expressions of those present changed drastically in an instant. They looked at Lu Zhan with shock, their minds constantly recalling those past rumors. Could those rumors actually be true?

Master Mingyu sighed helplessly in his heart but did not speak further. He knew his beloved disciple's temperament very well—cold on the outside but soft on the inside; once a decision was made, it was difficult to change.

Just by observing the reactions of the crowd, Lu Zhan had essentially guessed the gist of the situation.

"Those rumors are all true. Revered Master instructed the Yunxiao Sect to say that back then only to protect my reputation.

Although Mo Yun possesses the bloodline of the Demon Race, it was not his choice. From beginning to end, he has never done anything detrimental to the Human Realm.

He was taught by my own hands, and I know his temperament better than anyone. Today, I give my guarantee here: if he commits evil in the future, I will resolve it myself.

Conversely, I ask that you do not make things difficult or harp on this matter, and certainly do not escalate this to my Revered Master or the Yunxiao Sect. If you have any dissatisfaction, you may direct it all at me.

Of course, I will also depart for the Demon Realm immediately. At any cost, I will slay the new Demon Lord and strangle this war, which has not yet truly begun, in its cradle."

Lu Zhan's words were resonant, firm, and resolute; he looked at the crowd with a sharp gaze.

His attitude did not seem like he was consulting with them, but rather like he was issuing a notification.

Upon hearing Lu Zhan's words, the crowd looked at each other, not knowing how to react for a moment.

The people from the Yunxiao Sect had expressions of confusion and doubt—why was the Young Sect Master so unusually partial to Mo Yun? But their eyes mostly revealed worry, as they knew well that the Young Sect Master's trip to the Demon Realm would surely be extremely dangerous.

Meanwhile, the Elders and Sect Masters of the major Sects fell into deep thought. They began to re-examine the matter of Mo Yun and constantly pondered Lu Zhan's words from just a moment ago.

Master Mingyu looked at Lu Zhan, a flash of helplessness in his eyes. He knew that the bond between his beloved disciple and Mo Yun was extraordinary, but he had not expected it to be this deep.

He shook his head slightly, pondering to himself.

A-Zhan and Mo Yun's identities destined their path ahead to be difficult, subject to criticism, and misunderstood by the world, which made him feel all the more worried for them.

Perhaps the Yunxiao Sect should also step forward and make a statement. But these were all just empty reputations; how could they be more important than his own beloved disciple?

Thinking of this, Master Mingyu's eyes were filled with firmness and relief.

"What A-Zhan has said represents the stance of my Yunxiao Sect. I trust A-Zhan's judgment. Since he guarantees that Mo Yun is not a problem, then there is certainly no problem.

A-Zhan's trip to the Demon Realm this time is for the peace of our Human Realm; this is an act of great righteousness.

As for the degree of danger, everyone present here knows clearly that it will surely be a narrow escape from death, so I hope you all will not reject this small wish of A-Zhan's!"

After these words fell, among the people present, most appeared extremely calm, sitting quietly and remaining silent. However, their eyes clearly revealed a sense of acquiescence and understanding.

Although a few people still had doubts, in the face of such great righteousness from Lu Zhan and the firm and strong attitude of Master Mingyu, they did not say anything more and nodded silently, expressing their agreement.

Seeing this, a flash of gratitude crossed Lu Zhan's eyes as he looked at Master Mingyu, and he immediately rose to bow to him.

"Thank you, Revered Master, for your understanding and support!"

Master Mingyu raised his hand and patted Lu Zhan's shoulder gently. His face wore a look of worry, but his eyes also contained a hint of gratification.

"A-Zhan, Revered Master and the Yunxiao Sect will always be your strongest backing. On this trip to the Demon Realm, no matter what happens, you must come back alive."

Lu Zhan's cold, aloof face softened slightly, and a smile appeared.

"Rest assured, Revered Master, I will be fine."

Master Mingyu nodded slightly and said nothing more.

Seeing this, Lu Zhan swept his gaze across everyone present.

"Rest assured, everyone, I will definitely fight for a path of survival for the Human Realm."

After speaking, his figure slowly dissipated within the great hall.

The Sect Masters and Elders of the various Sects stood up one after another, bowing deeply toward the place where Lu Zhan's figure had vanished.

Master Mingyu just watched in silence, praying inwardly for his safe return.

...

The moment Lu Zhan stepped into the Demon Realm, a thick darkness surged like a tide, tightly enveloping him.

The surroundings were filled with a pungent, foul Qi. That foul Qi seemed to possess an invisible power, capable of seeping into a person's Soul, thread by thread, making one feel waves of chill.

Eerie, cold winds whistled through the deep canyons, emitting shrill sounds like countless vengeful spirits wailing in pain, making one's hair stand on end.

The exquisite jade pendant, capable of mutual communication and sensing, was being tightly gripped in Lu Zhan's hand. With the infusion of spiritual power, it trembled slightly, flickering with a soft light.

"Mo Yun, where are you? It is Senior Brother. How are you? Please answer if you hear me; Senior Brother is very worried about you!"

His heart was filled with worry for Mo Yun, his eyes revealing anxiety and unease, his voice hoarse and trembling slightly.

"Mo Yun, Senior Brother shouldn't have said that back then. Senior Brother has come to pick you up; please answer Senior Brother."

However, after a long time, there was no response from the other end of the jade pendant—only deathly silence.

Lu Zhan's heart sank, his expression becoming increasingly anxious and worried, his eyes turning slightly red, and endless self-reproach and regret rising in his heart.

He quickly cast several incantations onto the jade pendant and dripped a drop of his blood essence onto it. The light around the jade pendant intensified, and a red line indicating the direction appeared in the center.

Lu Zhan disguised and concealed all his presence. Following the guidance, he scanned his surroundings with a vigilant gaze, carefully avoiding groups of ferocious-looking Demon Race with exposed fangs, continuously pushing forward with difficulty toward the depths of the Demon Realm.

Before finding Mo Yun, he had to keep himself hidden; he absolutely could not expose his identity. Mo Yun was still waiting for him.

Passing through deep, dark canyons, traversing eerie and strange forests, going by dark and profound rivers, and walking through narrow, dim tunnels.

Finally, he arrived at the destination indicated by the jade pendant: a mysterious cave hidden beneath a Formation.