Male protagonist, you are targeting the wrong person

"I say, you are truly amazing. How can you predict everything? Could it be that the Saint of the Demon Cult has placed a tracking seal on you?!"

Tracking sigils are a method used by monks to mark objects or enemies. With a tracking sigil, no matter where you hide, you will be easily found by the person who set up the tracking sigil.

Perhaps for this reason, Ouyang Xian was so sure that Yan Wenmo must have been tracked by Chu Yanhong. Otherwise, how could they have met Chu Yanhong one after another in just a few days, causing him to suffer new injuries before his old ones had healed.

Yan Wenmo rolled his eyes without hesitation at Ouyang Xian's doubt. After all, as a supporting character in the book, how could he understand the power of the plot master?

He didn’t even think about it. If the hero and heroine hadn’t met more often and had more entanglements, how could they have known each other?! How could they have become close friends?! How could they have fallen in love?! How could they have gone crazy?! How could they have risked everything for each other?!

She actually suspected that she had a tracking seal on her. It would be better to suspect Jiang Wenbai than to suspect her? After all, the heroine was following his scent.

Looking at Ouyang Xian with some disdain, Yan Wenmo said directly in a bad mood:

"In that case, let's go our separate ways. I'm just a decoration anyway, and you guys are the protagonists. If you think I have a tracking seal on me, let's go our separate ways. I'm going back to my Haotian Sect now, and you guys can continue to go down the mountain to train, okay?!"

Upon hearing this, Xuanyuan Jing became anxious. She grabbed Yan Wenmo's arm and couldn't help but said with concern:

"This place is so far away from Haotian Sect, and you are a mortal. What will you do if something happens on the way?!"

Hearing this, Yan Wenmo simply shook Xuanyuan Jing's arm with a firm face and said sincerely:

"You're right to worry. If I meet a demon cultivator on the road, I'll definitely die. So, why don't you accompany me back first, and then come find them later?"

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Jing looked at the injured brothers and then at Yan Wenmo who looked innocent. After hesitating for a while, he finally left a bunch of pills behind and said with guilt:

"My fellow brothers, Thirteen is a mortal after all. I am worried about her leaving alone. I will come to find you after I send her back to Haotian Sect."

As soon as she finished speaking, before anyone could speak, Yan Wenmo pulled her away and walked away, complaining as he walked:

"Why are you worried about them?! They have cultivation, abilities, magical tools and everything else. I am the one who needs protection. You must protect me. You are the only one I can rely on. If you don't protect me, I will die and become a ghost to haunt you."

Xuanyuan Jing was about to say something, but after hearing Yan Wenmo's last sentence, she quickly spat a few times, then said with a look of reproach on her face:

"Pah, pah, pah, what nonsense are you talking about? Don't worry, I will definitely protect you."

Seeing that Yan Wenmo was really going to leave, Jiang Wenbai couldn't help but stand up, but Ouyang Xian grabbed him and said in a deep voice:

"Don't worry about him. He's always busy and keeps talking. He's not helpful and is just a hindrance. It's better for him to go back so he doesn't cause any trouble for us."

Seeing Ouyang Xian's unhappy face, Jiang Wenbai had to sit down. Shangguan Zhi looked at Ouyang Xian's dark face and inexplicably felt that this kid would definitely be unlucky. For some reason, his premonition became stronger and stronger.

After Yan Wenmo took Xuanyuan Jing away, he no longer looked frightened. He seemed to have gotten rid of some trouble and was humming a little tune happily.

Xuanyuan Jing looked at Yan Wenmo's happy face and couldn't help but asked in surprise:

"Junior Brother Yan, are you happy that you can return to the Haotian Sect?!"

Seeing Xuanyuan Jing asking, Yan Wenmo felt even happier. She hooked her finger mysteriously, asked Xuanyuan Jing to move her head closer, and whispered in her ear:

"I'm not going back, I just thought of a way to get rid of the demons and defend the way. Following them will only make you drink soup and be scared. Don't worry, follow me, you will definitely be able to make great contributions."

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Jing couldn't help but open her eyes wide, and asked Yan Wenmo in confusion:

"Then why didn't you tell them?!"

Yan Wenmo thought of Ouyang Xian's low mood these days and his own cautious attitude, shrugged his shoulders in a very shameless manner, and said indifferently:

"They look down on me, why should I bother to offend them? Come on, fly your sword quickly, I will take you to find resources."

Half an hour later, without Xuanyuan Jing's assistance and Yan Wenmo's plan, the injuries of Jiang Wenbai and his group became more serious. Although the heroine was driven away, they didn't seem to get any benefits, but instead suffered a lot of casualties.

Covering his chest and gasping for breath, Ouyang Xian's body was covered with fresh wounds, and the rich demonic energy in his body was still swirling, jumping and rushing around, making him feel extremely painful.

Jiang Wenbai, who was sitting next to him, was not much better off than him, and his injuries were even more serious. He looked at his third senior brother who was half leaning against the tree trunk and groaning, with an expression that was hard to describe.

As for Shangguan Zhi and Zhao Wenlong, although they were not seriously injured, they were also bruised a lot. They looked at each other helplessly, then smiled bitterly and shook their heads.

No wonder Yan Shisan was so happy when he left. It seemed that he knew in advance that the heroine would call back in half an hour. But she ran away so fast and took Xuanyuan Jing with her. It was a pity for his fellow disciples. They were injured and had no one to heal them, which was really uncomfortable.

Ouyang Xian groaned with difficulty, his entire face twisted in pain. He gritted his teeth and couldn't help but curse:

"That kid could have left on his own, why did he take Junior Sister Xuanyuan with him? Without Junior Sister Xuanyuan, there would be no one to remove the evil spirit in our bodies."

At this point, he seemed to have been attacked by the evil energy in his body at a certain acupuncture point, so that he spat out a mouthful of blood and his face became even paler.

Jiang Wenbai wanted to say something about Ouyang Xian's complaint, but since he was Ouyang Xian's junior fellow apprentice, he could only close his eyes and start regulating his breathing.

Shangguan Zhi did not have so many concerns, but directly asked:

"Did you save Junior Sister Xuanyuan? Without Junior Sister Xuanyuan, you can't fight demons and defend the Way? Or do you think Junior Sister Xuanyuan should stay by your side, regardless of the life or death of your savior?!"

These words made Ouyang Xian speechless. He stared blankly at his senior brother and couldn't help but said aggrievedly:

"Big Brother, I am your junior fellow apprentice after all, how can you say that to me?!"

Hearing this, Shangguan Zhi simply didn't bother to pay attention to him, while Zhao Wenlong, who couldn't stand it, snorted coldly and retorted:

"Didn't you chase him away? You said it was a good thing for him to leave, but now look, who is holding you back?!"

Hearing this, Ouyang Xian also became annoyed and couldn't help but raise his voice and question:

"Am I wrong?! If he hadn't lured the Saint here time and again, we wouldn't have been injured so badly?! Didn't you notice that something was wrong with her?! How did she know that Demon Saint so well?! And she knew her actions clearly?! Don't you find it strange?!"

Perhaps he really couldn't help it, Jiang Wenbai, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up:

"Brother, don't forget, when that saint girl chased us to the territory of Haotian Sect, who was it that suggested that we inform the elders of the sect? If it weren't for Thirteen's wit, not only would we have fallen into the trap of that witch, but Haotian Sect would have lost more than half of its disciples."