He Yuzhu returns in Siheyuan

Chapter 734 He Yuzhu handed the body to the Tiger Sect

He Yuzhu shook his head helplessly, his gaze fixed on the panicked young man before him. He thought to himself that the Tiger Clan was now leaderless, and everyone must be in a state of panic. He frowned slightly and asked with a hint of doubt, "Who are you...?"

Qiu Guo calmed himself down and tried to sound calmer. He looked at He Yuzhu and said, "I am now temporarily taking over the position of the Big Brother of the Tiger Sect. I will be in charge of all the affairs of the sect. If you have any questions, you can tell me."

He Yuzhu understood what he had heard. He already knew Qiu Guo and that he was the son of Sect Master Qiu Feng. He Yuzhu's expression was solemn as he slowly spoke, "The one lying within this coffin is none other than Sect Master Qiu. Sect Master Qiu sacrificed his precious life to fight alongside humanity against the demonic path."

Hearing this, Qiu Guo was struck by lightning, and immediately panicked. He knew that his father and those top fighters were the pillars of the Fierce Tiger Sect. Without them, how could the Fierce Tiger Sect survive in this world where the strong prey on the weak? Thinking of this, his legs couldn't help but tremble slightly, and he slowly walked towards the coffin.

Arriving at the coffin, Qiu Guo gently opened the lid with trembling hands. Seeing that the person in the coffin was indeed his father, his eyes instantly reddened, tears welling up in them. He raised his head and looked at He Yuzhu, his voice choking with sobs as he asked anxiously, "Master He, what exactly is going on? Can you explain it in detail?"

He Yuzhu nodded slightly, his eyes filled with sympathy and solemnity, and said, "Qiu Guo, given the current situation, shouldn't we first properly place Sect Master Qiu's body and bring it into the sect? Leaving it outside is not appropriate."

Although Qiu Guo had not yet officially inherited the position of Sect Leader, now that his father had passed away, he had effectively assumed the duties of Acting Sect Leader. He took a deep breath, suppressed his grief, and arranged for the disciples to carefully carry his father's body into the sect. He Yuzhu followed him in. After all, this incident was of great significance and far-reaching implications. He was well aware that it had already invisibly changed the entire course of history.

This battle was brutal, with both sides paying a heavy price. The human race had lost nearly all of its top-tier combatants, while the situation on the demon race was equally grim. Not only had the demon race been severely damaged, but the human race had also suffered heavy losses, leaving it significantly weaker than before.

At first, He Yuzhu didn't understand the reasons behind all this, but as he got to know the incident more deeply, he gradually noticed some clues. He vaguely felt that there must be an extremely powerful and mysterious force that was secretly controlling everything that happened here.

In recent years, some human cultivators have become increasingly reckless, completely unrestrained. They frequently rely on their magic to wreak havoc on the world, committing murder and arson, even using their magic to cause natural disasters, leaving the people in dire straits. Naturally, the higher-ups will not sit idly by and watch this chaos unfold; they urgently need to rein in these lawless cultivators.

Furthermore, in this era, with the rise of firearms, the magic these monks relied on no longer had a clear advantage over firearms. The upper echelons preferred to use firearms to maintain order, and naturally no longer relied on these uncontrollable monks as much as before.

As for the demons, the logic is easier to understand. They mostly inhabit the deep mountains, and as humanity's demand for resources grows, the rich resources in the mountains become increasingly coveted. To obtain these resources, humanity must exercise a certain degree of control over the demons.

However, ordinary humans were powerless against the demons and were no match for them. Therefore, the higher-ups placed their hopes on these cultivators, hoping they could eliminate or control the demons. According to the original plan, the conflict between human cultivators and demons was supposed to be mutually destructive, weakening the demons while suppressing the unruly human cultivators. However, no one could have predicted that things would not go as planned, ultimately leading to the tragic outcome of near-total annihilation.

The reason for this was the sudden appearance of the demons. The demons were incredibly powerful, and their intervention completely disrupted the plans of all parties, leading to the current chaotic situation.

Qiu Guo's face was full of confusion and anxiety. He fixed his eyes on He Yuzhu and asked anxiously, "Master He, can you tell us what the situation is? So many disciples went there, but not one of them came back alive. Moreover, you are..." When the words came to his lips, he seemed a little hesitant, not knowing how to express the doubts in his heart.

He Yuzhu was about to respond when Elder Qingyi's expression suddenly changed, a surge of anger rising in his heart. After all, He Yuzhu had risked his life to save many of his disciples, so what did what happened afterwards have to do with him?

Elder Qingyi glared at Qiu Guo with a pointed gaze and demanded, "What do you mean by that? Do you think we should all die there?" Elder Qingyi held a crucial position within the sect, his strength rivaling Qiu Feng's. How could Qiu Guo easily withstand him? At that moment, a powerful aura emanated from him, as if Qiu Guo would be met with a harsh rebuttal if he uttered even one more inappropriate word.

Qiu Guo shuddered at Elder Qingyi's sudden questioning. He was about to stammer out a few words of explanation when a figure slowly approached. A white-haired old man approached slowly with steady steps. His gaze was sharp as a torch, staring intently at Qingyi. His voice was filled with a hint of anger and emotion as he said, "You're willing to come here. You still remember that this is your home."

Qingyi's body trembled violently when he heard the familiar voice, and he naturally knew who it was. Just as He Yuzhu was about to ask the old man's identity, Qingyi suddenly fell to his knees with a plop, his face full of guilt, and said, "Master, you know, I was really in trouble at the time. I really had no other choice, so I followed my senior brother."

He Yuzhu turned slightly and looked at the old man. Though thin, he possessed an air of immortality, emanating an otherworldly aura, as if endowed with auspiciousness. However, a closer look revealed a hint of weakness in the old man's aura, as if he were forcing himself to hold on. He Yuzhu secretly speculated that this old man must have lived through countless years, perhaps already in his twilight years, yet he still cared deeply about the sect's affairs. This was truly admirable.