Chapter 440 Situ Feng's Identity

"Senior, you are knowledgeable and experienced. Do you know what kind of evil magic this flute music is that can so effectively affect a person's mind?"

Meng Zhelan looked at Hongying, her eyes filled with urgency.

Hongying frowned and slowly shook her head: "Although I have seen a lot, I know very little about such evil arts. However, according to ancient records, there is indeed a musical technique in the world that can control people's minds, called 'Soul-Capturing Music'. This technique is extremely insidious and requires extremely high internal strength and a specific musical instrument to be used. Those who are affected by it will either become delirious or completely become puppets."

“Puppet…” Li Xi murmured to herself, a chill running through her heart.

She recalled the words of the silver dragon in her dream, and a sense of unease welled up in her heart.

Could I really become a demon?

Silver Dragon once said that every change disrupts the balance of the world.

Could what she saved this time be the root of future disasters?

Silver Dragon also said that this was her karma, and if she did not find her true self, she would become a demon.

Thinking about this, she couldn't help but feel a little scared.

Since waking up, she has found herself becoming irritable, and once she gets angry, she falls into a state that is out of control.

This change terrified and confused her; she didn't know if it meant she was beginning to turn into a monster.

"We must find a solution as soon as possible, otherwise Xiaoxi's situation will become increasingly dangerous." Meng Zhelan clenched her fists, extremely anxious.

“Yes, and,” Hongying added, “Judging from all the signs, this must have been the work of the leader of the Red Lotus Sect. It seems that the person who rescued him that day was someone planted outside, just in case things went wrong, and they had a backup plan.”

Li Xi put her clothes back on and sent someone to call Qin Xiaolin and Old Master Sun over.

The most urgent task now is to find the cult leader's hiding place.

She can only take it one step at a time.

The Hidden Sect and the Hidden Sage Manor mobilized all their forces to search for the remnants of the Red Lotus Cult.

After several days of recovery, the cult leader finally regained consciousness, but felt completely weak.

He tried to condense his qi, but found that he had no internal energy left.

This surprised and confused him greatly; he had no idea what had happened.

After a long while, he suddenly remembered his previous battle with Li Xi and the heavy punch that landed on his dantian.

His martial arts skills were actually crippled!

All of Jingyuan's plans over the years have been reduced to ashes, and Xuan'er has also died at Li Xi's hands.

He was just one step away from success, but Li Xi ruined it all.

"Li Xi... I will definitely kill you!" The cult leader muttered through gritted teeth, his voice filled with long-suppressed anger and hatred.

"My son, you're finally awake."

At this moment, the old woman who had been staying by the bedside was so moved that tears welled up in her eyes.

She held the cult leader's hand tightly, and the anxiety and fear she had felt for many days finally found some relief at this moment.

"Did he save me?" the cult leader asked in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, the old woman nodded slightly, a complex and indescribable emotion flashing deep in her eyes.

She said softly, "That day, when I took you away from the palace, your injuries were too severe and your life was in danger. There was no other way but to seek the help of the eldest son. He said that as long as you can keep a calm mind and take good care of your body, there may still be a chance to find a glimmer of hope."

Upon hearing this, the cult leader frowned, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He was well aware of his current predicament. With his martial arts skills crippled, he was no different from falling from the clouds to the dust, and all his plans and schemes over the years had vanished into nothingness.

Even so, the hatred and resentment in his heart spread like wildfire and were difficult to quell.

His brother still refused to take action.

"Brother..." the leader murmured, his tone filled with both confusion and resentment, "Why has he consistently refused to lend me a hand? Does he really want to watch the Jiang Dynasty disappear forever?"

The old woman sighed softly, her eyes filled with helplessness. "The eldest young master told us to stay away from the capital. Why don't we leave? Xuan'er is gone now, and I don't want you to take any more risks. In the end, we can't defy fate."

He slowly sat up. "Fate? My fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of heaven! The plans on the Xuan Yue Kingdom are about ready."

Seeing this, the old woman quickly stepped forward to support him, her eyes filled with worry. "My son, why are you doing this? Your health..."

"I am unharmed," the cult leader interrupted her.

After a two-week search, the imperial court, in conjunction with various sects, finally apprehended the remnants of the Red Lotus Sect and brought them to justice. Their many years of atrocities were also exposed to the public.

When the imperial court exposed the evil deeds of the Red Lotus Sect, the people were shocked.

They couldn't imagine that this cult could be so cruel, killing innocent people, robbing property, and destroying families...

Every crime is heartbreaking.

With the downfall of the Red Lotus Sect, the prestige of the imperial court was greatly enhanced, and the people's trust in the court increased.

While imprisoned in the imperial jail, Situ Feng learned from the prison officer about the various evil deeds his adoptive father had committed over the years.

At first, he thought it was all slander, but when the prison officer presented him with the evidence, he couldn't believe it and was plunged into deep anguish.

Situ Feng was adopted by the leader of the Red Lotus Sect at a young age and regarded him as his closest relative. However, he never imagined that the "righteous acts" praised by the world were actually built on the tragedy of countless lives.

He was filled with mixed emotions, including the collapse of his past beliefs and deep sympathy for the innocent victims.

In the stillness of the night, a low sigh came from Situ Feng in the prison. He gripped the bars tightly with both hands and looked out at the narrow sky.

"Heh, what's wrong? You miss him?" Li Xi suddenly appeared in the prison.

They scoffed at his current state, their tone carrying a mixture of mockery and complex, unreadable emotions.

"Or are you regretting not killing me?"

Situ Feng turned around and his gaze met Li Xi's.

Those eyes held both weariness and determination. "I never imagined I'd become this foolish. Have you been toying with me all this time? What? Are you here to sentence me to death?"

Upon hearing this, Li Xi smiled knowingly and said, "Situ Feng, don't you want to know who your biological parents are?"

Upon hearing this, Situ Feng's eyes flickered slightly, as if he was pondering the deeper meaning behind Li Xi's words.

He loosened his grip on the railing and slowly turned around.

With his back to Li Xi, his voice was low and hoarse: "I am just a displaced orphan. My biological parents died long ago!"

"Oh? Are you sure?" Li Xi's voice echoed in the empty prison, carrying a hint of barely perceptible sorrow. "Sometimes, the truth is often more complicated and harder to accept than we imagine. But running away is never the solution."

Situ Feng's body stiffened, and he slowly turned around. "You... what do you know?"

His voice trembled as he asked the question.

Li Xi walked slowly closer, stopping a few steps away from Situ Feng, her eyes becoming unusually serious.

"You are the third son of the eldest son of the Xuanming Sect's leader, originally named Li Yang, and you are my cousin!"