After Faking Her Death and Escaping, the Junior Sister Fell to the Demonic Path - Chapter 119

For several consecutive days, Qin Qingyi remained on the Immortal-Demon battlefield at Cliff Mountain.

But Feng Ying seemed to have realized what she wanted, and after escaping that day, she never appeared again.

No one knew why she was so interested in that demon star.

And Qin Qingyi was even more ruthless when facing the Demon Race, engaging in combat five times in a single day. Wherever her sword energy passed, there were only shredded corpses of the Demon Race, with no survivors.

The dark blood of the Demon Race splattered on her cheeks, but Qin Qingyi didn’t care, her eyes fixedly staring into the depths of the Demon Race’s territory.

Feng Ying, come out and see me.

——————

In the distant Demon Den, several Demon Kings sat below, looking up at the main seat with extreme respect.

However, when their eyes exchanged glances and then lowered again, they carried a hint of disdain.

They did not approve of the one in the main seat.

Feng Ying sat in the main seat, lowering her gaze to take in their small movements, but she didn’t care.

Or rather, the demonic seed inside her didn’t care.

She was now nothing more than a high-quality “vessel.”

Perhaps the disturbance in her mood displeased the demonic seed, and the next moment Feng Ying felt a sharp pain in her chest, causing her to clench her jaw and tightly grip the armrest with her fingers.

Fortunately, the mask covered all her expressions, and no demon noticed her change.

The aggressive fighting style of Qin Qingyi at the front of the battlefield finally garnered more attention from the Demon Race.

If it were just one person, it would be fine, as it would only be a tickle to the main Demon army. The war between Immortals and Demons had lasted so long that both sides were already exhausted, and now, daily battles were just a formality, with neither side suffering too great losses.

But Qin Qingyi’s bloodthirsty fighting style seemed contagious. First, the other three from Hidden Snow Peak desperately defended her, fearing she might be injured. Then, it spread from one to ten, and ten to a hundred, as other disciples also seemed to be invigorated, their fighting styles becoming increasingly reckless.

Seeing the Demon Race’s casualties continuously expanding, a Demon King frowned, stood up, and wished to personally engage in battle to dampen Qin Qingyi’s arrogance.

He stood up and requested permission from Feng Ying in the main seat, his words fawning:

“Such an arrogant Immortal Sect cur, why not allow your subordinate to go forth, and bring back her head to offer loyalty to the Demon Lord.”

Demon Lord was the title the Demon Race currently used for Feng Ying.

Different from other vessels for the Demon God, she not only perfectly contained the Demon God’s fragmented soul but also maintained her own consciousness. As the most perfect vessel in the current Demon Race, capable of enduring the powerful fragmented soul of the Demon God, Feng Ying received the highest courtesy from the Demon Race.

If she remembered correctly, this Demon King who spoke up now had challenged her at first, saying she wouldn’t last more than three days before self-destructing from being unable to bear the Demon God’s power.

However, she not only survived but also defeated all the Demon Kings within just ten days and ascended to her current position.

Watching the numerous Demon Kings bow and profess allegiance before her, even if they were unconvinced, they would still lower their heads because of her power, Feng Ying slowly clenched her hand into a fist. So this is what it feels like to have power.

Ah Ning, if I had been this powerful back then, perhaps it wouldn’t have been…

After all this time, she still ended up at this point.

Feng Ying felt a little dazed, a sense of defeat arising spontaneously.

It turned out that even with all her efforts, she still couldn’t change her fate.

It was ridiculous that she had even dared to try and change the fate of others.

Truly… ridiculous!

Thinking back to everything at the Sword Sect, in the end, it was merely a dream.

“Demon Lord?”

Seeing that Feng Ying remained silent, the Demon King thought she hadn’t heard and spoke again:

“Do you need your subordinate to go and eliminate her?”

Feng Ying lowered her eyes to look at him, seeing the Demon King whose intentions were so obvious.

He was flattering her.

Perhaps because of his previous offense, he was worried about her retaliation.

But she didn’t care about these things.

Feng Ying gazed towards the Immortal-Demon battlefield, her eyes behind the mask emotionless. She knew that Qin Qingyi’s high-profile slaying of demons was to force her out.

But what difference would it make to see her?

She and Ah Ning were long past the point of no return.

“No need.” She refused the Demon King’s suggestion. Seeing his confusion, she stood up and said, “This Lord will go personally.”

With that, without waiting for the demons to react, she flew away.

Her direction was naturally Qin Qingyi’s location.

Since she was determined to see her, then they might as well meet.

And Qin Qingyi naturally saw her from afar.

With her goal achieved, Qin Qingyi’s final sword strike cleared a hundred-meter radius around her. The pressure of her half-step Ascension realm instantly unleashed, steadily suppressing the restless Demon Race nearby. She sheathed her long sword, quietly awaiting Feng Ying’s arrival.

“You finally came.” Qin Qingyi looked at her, her tone certain: “Feng Ying.”

Feng Ying was not surprised that she had recognized her. She had been recognized a few days ago, so this didn’t surprise her.

She didn’t waste words, simply drew her sword from afar and thrust it towards Qin Qingyi.

Many demons were watching from behind. She had the demonic seed within her, so she couldn’t feign a loss.

But Qin Qingyi could dodge, she wasn’t worried.

After all, the person before her was one of the two variables she had foreseen in the trajectory of destiny.

As expected, the next moment Qin Qingyi raised her sword to block, parrying her attack.

The two swords touched and separated instantly. Qin Qingyi stood in place without moving an inch: “Feng Ying, even if you wear a mask and don’t speak, I won’t mistake you.”

Qin Qingyi looked at her, her eyes serious: “Since you came to see me, you must have something you want to tell me.”

The corner of Feng Ying’s lips under the mask lifted slightly.

Of course.

She indeed had something to say.

But now was not the time to say it.

She still didn’t speak, continuing to wield her sword and fight with Qin Qingyi. With the demonic seed’s enhancement, she also had the strength of the half-step Ascension realm, naturally not inferior to her opponent. Under a full-force attack, she was even able to suppress Qin Qingyi.

Qin Qingyi, facing her, was instantly ignited with fighting spirit. She no longer held back, releasing all her spiritual power. The sword energy between the two of them nearly leveled the surrounding area.

The two fought with increasing fervor, gradually moving away from the battlefield and heading towards a mountain range.

The Demon Race and the Sword Sect became tense at the sight of this.

“What is the Demon Lord doing?” A Demon King stood up, looking at the distant, deeply furrowed brows of the two figures moving away, somewhat confused by Feng Ying’s actions.

“Should we reinforce the Demon Lord?” A demon suggested.

But the suggestion was immediately rejected.

“Even all of us combined can’t defeat the Demon Lord. Could that small Immortal Sect cur really injure the Demon Lord?”

Some were disdainful, not worried about Feng Ying’s safety at all.

“Let’s just sit here and wait for the Demon Lord to return.”

It was the same on the Sword Sect side.

“How come Senior Sister and that demon star are fighting farther and farther away?”

Hu Yu shielded his eyes with his hand, squinting at the distant figures that had already become tiny black dots.

Xie Su pursed his lips, somewhat hesitant.

If they went, the combat power at Cliff Mountain would be greatly reduced, and dealing with the Demon Race might become difficult.

If the Demon Race were to launch a sneak attack during this interval, it might…

Zhou Zhixue naturally saw his hesitation and made a decision momentarily: “I’ll go, Senior Brother. You don’t need to worry, just guard Cliff Mountain.”

With that, she sheathed her sword and flew away in the direction Qin Qingyi had taken.

The Immortal-Demon battlefield was large enough that hardly anyone noticed her departure.

——————

After crossing a mountain, Qin Qingyi and Feng Ying finally ceased their weapons.

Seeing Qin Qingyi stop her attack, Feng Ying also lowered her hand and stopped.

It was all an act to conceal their purpose, so now that there were no spectators, there was no need to continue the performance.

However, Qin Qingyi, with malicious intent, unexpectedly used her sword’s tip as she sheathed it to flick off Feng Ying’s mask.

Feng Ying instinctively covered her face and reached to grab it, but she was not as fast as Qin Qingyi.

After successfully obtaining the mask, Qin Qingyi quickly hid it behind her back, then looked triumphantly at the person in front of her: “Feng Ying, it really is you.”

Feng Ning froze. Without the mask to cover her, she could no longer deny her identity this time.

But when she looked at Qin Qingyi, her expression remained emotionless.

“Give it back to me.”

She reached out, demanding her mask.

But Qin Qingyi would not listen to her. She had been so high-profile and gone to such great lengths these past few days precisely to draw Feng Ying out.

If she returned the mask, and Feng Ying turned around and ran again, where would she catch her next? So, not only did she ignore the demand, but she stared intently at Feng Ying.

She had too many things she wanted to ask Feng Ying.

“Why are you in the Demon Race? And how did you become the Demon Lord?”

“Where is Feng Ning? Where is she?”

“Didn’t you two go to Dongsheng Shenzhou?”

“And what’s with the demonic seed on you? How did you suddenly become a demon?”

A barrage of questions was thrown out by Qin Qingyi. She urgently needed Feng Ying to clarify things for her.

Feng Ying looked at her, just looking, with complex eyes that Qin Qingyi couldn’t decipher.

She naturally didn’t understand, because for Feng Ying, this scene was already happening for the second time.

She had seen this scenario a long time ago.

Every word Qin Qingyi spoke matched the intentionally forgotten memories deep in her soul.

It all matched up.

She couldn’t escape, couldn’t avoid it.

…

That was back at the Heavenly Secrets Sect. Out of curiosity, she had first peered into her own destiny.

As the most precious treasure of the Heavenly Secrets Sect, Feng Ying’s true form was the Eight Treasures Compass handed down from ancient times. Under the prolonged veneration and nourishment of the Heavenly Secrets Sect, she developed consciousness and gained her own soul.

Destiny allowed her to glimpse her fate that night, and it also changed her destiny. Although it was only a glance, it was unforgettable for her.

The earth turned to scorched soil, blood covered the sky, heaven and earth collapsed simultaneously, and the human world became a purgatory.

The Demon Race became the masters of the Xuan Tian Realm…

It was after this that she had the idea of leaving the Heavenly Secrets Sect.

Since destiny allowed her to see it, she certainly didn’t want things to develop that way.

As an ancient sacred object and one of the few remaining spirit races, she could perceive the Heavenly Dao.

Naturally, she knew that she was also a part of destiny.

Destiny told her to wait.

So she waited.

Until that day finally came, and she left the Heavenly Secrets Sect.

Following the guidance of destiny, she came to the Sword Sect and saw two people.

What was surprising was that the person chosen by destiny to break the deadlock was a pair of senior and junior sisters.

What was even more surprising was the identity of one of them as a demon.

Now, this chosen person was waiting for her answer.

“Feng Ying, where is Feng Ning?” Qin Qingyi waited a long time for Feng Ying’s answer and could only repeat the question.

Feng Ying scoffed, laughing at her naivety and foolishness.

“Qin Qingyi, you were able to find me, so you should naturally know—”

At this moment, Feng Ying suddenly became vibrant. She was no longer as silent as before, but when she spoke, her words were like blood-soaked thorns: “Feng Ning is dead.”

Unexpectedly, Qin Qingyi immediately denied it: “Impossible, she can’t be dead, you’re lying to me.”

Feng Ying clenched her fist: “I’ve been implanted with a demonic seed and turned into the Demon God’s vessel, isn’t that proof enough that she’s dead?!”

But Qin Qingyi presented greater evidence: “Master Uncle placed a restriction within Feng Ning’s body long ago. Since the restriction hasn’t broken, she can’t die.”

Feng Ying froze, unable to speak further.

After a while, she turned her head away.

“She is indeed not dead.”

But what difference did it make from being dead?

Qin Qingyi stepped forward and grabbed her wrist: “Feng Ying, tell me what happened.”

“Perhaps I can save her.”

Feng Ying’s eyes flickered. She looked at the person in front of her, and her silent heart was shaken once again.

What if… she really could change all of this?

——————

When Zhou Zhixue arrived, only Qin Qingyi was left at the scene.

“Senior Sister, are you alright?” She was worried, quickly scanning Qin Qingyi’s body, and only sighed in relief when she saw no wounds on her.

“Junior Sister?” Qin Qingyi saw her, her eyebrows raised, but in a moment she understood.

Junior Sister was worried about her, which was why she rushed over.

Glancing at the distance, Feng Ying had completely left. Qin Qingyi felt slightly relieved. Their conversation should not have been discovered by Junior Sister.

To avoid raising any suspicion, she stepped forward and held Zhou Zhixue’s hand, softly saying: “Don’t worry, that demon star has fled, and she couldn’t hurt me.”

“Senior Sister, you were too reckless,” Zhou Zhixue said with disapproval.

Fighting the demon star alone, what if she had fallen into the Demon Race’s trap?

Qin Qingyi felt guilty about what she said and could only coax her gently.

“Yes, yes, it’s Senior Sister’s fault, I absolutely won’t do it next time.”

After returning to the camp at Cliff Mountain, Qin Qingyi hastily set up a restriction inside the tent, isolating external perception, before taking out a new bamboo plaque and injecting spiritual power into it.

There weren’t many of these bamboo plaques left; she really had to be frugal with them.

The bamboo plaque flickered a few times, then remained steadily lit. Shangguan Yu’s voice sounded from the other end: “Qingyi?”

“Master Uncle, it’s me,” Qin Qingyi quickly said.

“What is it?” Shangguan Yu was concise.

But for some reason, Qin Qingyi vaguely heard sounds of fighting and killing on her end, mixed with the clang of colliding weapons, sounding quite noisy.

“Master Uncle, are you busy?” Qin Qingyi tentatively asked.

Shangguan Yu replied: “It’s fine, just tell me what it is.”

Her voice sounded no different from usual, so Qin Qingyi finally relaxed and then quickly recounted everything Feng Ying had told her today.

“…Things are exactly as you and Master said. Something happened to the two of them. Feng Ying made a deal with the Demon Race, trading herself to save Feng Ning’s life, but Feng Ning’s soul is dormant, her body is held captive by the Demon Race, and Feng Ying can only visit her once a day and can’t rescue her.”

At this point, Qin Qingyi sighed.

Feng Ning’s fate was truly full of misfortunes.

She lifted her spirits and asked for Shangguan Yu’s opinion: “Master Uncle, what should we do now?”

Shangguan Yu was silent for only a short while, but when she spoke, she asked an unrelated question.

“Zhou Zhixue, what is her current cultivation level?”

Qin Qingyi bit her finger and thought for a moment, “The sixth stage of the Emotionless Dao, late Heaven Human Realm.”

Then she heard a sigh from the other side: “Not enough.”

“Why is she only at the sixth stage now?”

Qin Qingyi suddenly felt a bit guilty, her gaze shifting elsewhere.

In the past, Junior Sister cultivated rapidly, but now her progress had stalled. She should bear a large part of the responsibility.

After all, she benefited the most from the monthly cultivation through dual practice.

“Regardless, urge her to reach at least the seventh stage before next month.”

“Otherwise… it will be dangerous.”

Shangguan Yu gave the order, and Qin Qingyi had no choice but to comply.

Although she had no idea about this matter, Qin Qingyi nodded haphazardly and agreed.