After Faking Her Death and Escaping, the Junior Sister Fell to the Demonic Path - Chapter 123

Recalling the nearly three hours of scolding that day, and how the communication was only cut off when the spiritual energy in the bamboo slip was exhausted, Qin Qingyi was in a daze.

So, Master can be this vicious when scolding people?

She almost felt like her soul had flown away.

“Are you alright?” Seeing her lost in thought, Feng Ying asked with concern.

Qin Qingyi glanced at her, her gaze a little resentful: “I am not alright.”

She was not alright, very much so.

The thought of having to endure all that storm of anger alone while the person in front of her was completely unaffected made Qin Qingyi seethe with frustration.

Why was she the only one who got scolded?

Feng Ying: “?”

Seeing her look completely oblivious, Qin Qingyi sighed deeply. She wasn’t an unreasonable person, though.

Right now, it was not the time to complain about such things. She had more important matters to attend to.

Qin Qingyi looked at the sky outside. It was approaching sunset, just about dusk. After adjusting her mood, she stood up and said to Feng Ying: “Let’s go, I’ll talk to you outside.”

Feng Ying was surprised: “You’re not going back?”

Qin Qingyi raised an eyebrow: “Back? Back where? Jianmen?” (Sword Gate Sect)

Feng Ying nodded.

She came all the way to the foot of Jianmen Mountain, and now she’s turning to leave?

“Why go back?” Qin Qingyi said, incredulously.

“I’m not a Jianmen disciple now. Is such a large sect going to collapse just because I’m not there?”

This left Feng Ying speechless.

That was the logic, but—

“I thought you asked me to meet you here because you wanted to stop by Jianmen on the way.”

Feng Ying’s expression was somewhat complex. She had thought the person in front of her would at least have some lingering feelings for Jianmen, but she never expected that she would truly be able to completely ignore the sect.

Should I say it’s because she’s of the demon race? She shows no guilt or attachment whatsoever.

At this moment, Feng Ying felt a little sympathy for someone else.

Will one not get hurt when entangled in emotional affairs with such a heartless and cold-blooded demon?

Despite the look she was receiving, Qin Qingyi didn’t care. She even looked up at the main gate of the Jianmen Sect halfway up the mountain.

It’s just Jianmen. I’ve left, what’s there to miss?

However, for some unknown reason, that glance suddenly sent a chill down her spine, and a bad premonition began to grow in her heart.

The fox’s intuition told her that if she stayed here any longer, something bad would definitely happen, so she quickly pulled Feng Ying and turned to leave.

“Quick, let’s go, this place is not suitable to stay long.”

“What’s wrong?” Feng Ying was about to ask what had happened, but seeing Qin Qingyi’s nervous and wary expression, she could only shut her mouth and allow the other person to quickly pull her away.

It wasn’t until the two were far away from Jianmen, almost reaching another sect’s territory, that Qin Qingyi finally stopped.

It was only then that the feeling of being under a watchful gaze completely disappeared.

Qin Qingyi let out a long sigh of relief.

Although she didn’t know what exactly had happened, Feng Ying remained gentle. Seeing Qin Qingyi’s expression relax, she spoke again:

“What happened to you?”

Qin Qingyi propped her chin on her hand and pondered for a moment before replying: “Did you feel a chill just now, rushing straight from your feet to your spine?”

As if afraid she wouldn’t understand, Qin Qingyi used both words and gestures to describe it: “It’s that kind of feeling, like being watched by something terrifying, and if you don’t run, you’ll definitely be caught and subjected to something awful.”

As she spoke, she was still tense, suspiciously scanning the surroundings. It was only after confirming that there was indeed no threat around that she slightly relaxed her taut back.

Feng Ying, however, was confused: “What are you talking about?”

“What do you mean ‘being watched’? Did you sense it incorrectly?”

They had only drunk some tea at the foot of Jianmen earlier. Both of them were disguised with unfamiliar faces, and there were no acquaintances present, ruling out the possibility of being recognized.

Moreover, Jianmen was a major sect; how could there be anyone foolish enough to cause trouble there?

But Qin Qingyi shook her head, “Impossible. The demon race’s ability to sense danger is never wrong. There must have been something observing us that we didn’t notice.”

Feng Ying considered it briefly and conceded, “If that’s the case, doesn’t Jianmen now face a potential danger? Should we go and warn them?”

Qin Qingyi pursed her lips, deep in thought.

It’s too strange.

Feng Ying was also a prominent figure among the demon race. Now that she had gained their trust, the demon seed within her fully assisted her, and her strength was improving by leaps and bounds.

Yet, only she could sense this sudden danger. This was too bizarre.

Then there was another possibility: perhaps what she sensed was not danger.

Qin Qingyi shook her head, trying to shake the ominous feeling out of her mind.

“Maybe I’m overthinking,” Qin Qingyi finally conceded.

“There’s no need to go back and check. Jianmen is strong enough to withstand minor anomalies. Right now, both of us are concealing our identities, so the less we appear in public, the better.”

Feng Ying nodded.

That was indeed the case now. The two of them should not appear in public again.

However, Qin Qingyi didn’t know that just ten breaths after she left the foot of Jianmen Mountain, a person suddenly appeared where she had been.

Zhou Zhixue stood there, looking around, but there was no one left.

She lowered her gaze, her expression gentle, but the hand resting on her sword tightened, until her fingertips turned white, and she still didn’t loosen her grip.

Elsewhere, Qin Qingyi slapped her forehead, “I almost forgot about the important matter.”

She took something out of her Qiankun bag (Cosmic Bag) and handed it to Feng Ying: “Take this. If you inject spiritual energy into this object, you can communicate with Martial Uncle and my Master across boundaries.”

What she gave was Shangguan Yu’s communication bamboo slip.

“Hand this to Feng Ning and tell her to contact Martial Uncle then.” Qin Qingyi said, considering that Feng Ying’s situation in the demon race wasn’t great and she might be easily subjected to suspicion, she added, “You must protect it well. This thing can only be used once, and I don’t have many left.”

She spoke earnestly, and Feng Ying listened intently. She solemnly took it, placed it in the most secure place near her heart, and patted it. Only then did she look relieved.

Qin Qingyi felt guilty, rubbing her nose and clearing her throat while looking up at the sky.

“Ahem, you don’t have to treasure it that much. I still have a few left here. If you really can’t keep it safe, you can always come to me for another one…”

Feng Ying, however, shook her head: “Even so, it should be treated well. After all, using one means one less opportunity to communicate.”

Qin Qingyi felt quite ashamed by this. She recalled the time Master used a bamboo slip just to scold her, and couldn’t help but grumble: “I didn’t have many left in the first place, and she had to use one just to scold me. What was Master thinking?”

“What?” Feng Ying furrowed her brow. Qin Qingyi’s voice was too quiet, and she hadn’t heard clearly.

Qin Qingyi turned her head and put on a cheerful smile: “Nothing, it’s nothing important.”

Feng Ying was skeptical but didn’t say anything more. Sensing the demon seed in her body, Feng Ying said goodbye: “I must go.”

“The demon seed is about to awaken again. If I don’t return to the demon race before it wakes up, I might be suspected again.”

Qin Qingyi naturally expressed understanding: “Then hurry back. Don’t let anything go wrong.”

Gaining the demon race’s trust was not easy, and she had paid such a heavy price, enduring three hours of non-stop scolding from Master—that was not something everyone could withstand.

Qin Qingyi thought with a bitter heart.

Feng Ying nodded slightly to her, then turned and headed toward the direction of the demon race.

Seeing her leave, Qin Qingyi stretched widely and muttered to herself: “Alright, now it’s time for me to get busy with my own matters.”

She also flew in one direction, and half an hour later, she stopped on a barren hill.

This place was strangely desolate. There were no living creatures within a hundred miles, and even living trees were scarce. There were mostly withered old woods, showing faint traces of having been struck by lightning.

Qin Qingyi stood in the center of the barren land, placed her palm on the ground, and channeled spiritual energy directly into the earth. But after a long while, Qin Qingyi frowned.

“Why is there nothing?”

“Master said it was here, right? Did I come to the wrong place?”

She increased the output of spiritual energy, determined to explore to the bottom.

However, after busying herself for a long time, she still found nothing.

Not only did she fail to detect anything, but she also consumed most of her spiritual energy, leaving her panting and collapsing onto the ground.

Qin Qingyi looked up at the sky, suddenly feeling a sense of grievance and sadness.

“Master, although my leaving Jianmen wasn’t honorable, you don’t have to torment me like this, do you?”

Tricking her to come to this desolate, godforsaken place and making her do such pointless work—that was too much!

The pitiful and helpless little fox let out her tail, curling up into a ball to wrap herself.

“Wuwuwuwuwu.”

The fox whimpered pitifully.

But there were no living creatures around, so even with her plaintive whimpering, nothing could respond to her.

In the midst of heaven and earth, there was only one aggrieved little fox.

Realizing this, Qin Qingyi’s whimpering grew louder.

“Wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu.”

“Why is there a little fox on this Venerable One’s territory?”

Perhaps because the noise was simply unbearable, a sudden voice from an unknown direction broke the pitiful image Qin Qingyi had created.

Qin Qingyi’s fur instantly bristled, and she jumped up from the ground.

“Who—?!”

She became alert, looking around, but saw nothing.

“This is this Venerable One’s territory. Shouldn’t this Venerable One be the one asking you? Who are you? Why are you here?”

The voice was playful, coming from all directions, and sounded without malice.

Thus, Qin Qingyi’s bristling fur smoothed out and she relaxed.

She also heard some useful information in the other person’s words—

The person said this was her territory…

Although the voice was not similar, the person might not be who she thought she was, but perhaps another cultivator had claimed this place as their own.

Regardless, it was best not to provoke the person in front of her.

Qin Qingyi didn’t think much and immediately fell to her knees respectfully: “I didn’t know this was Senior’s Dao field. This junior boldly came here and offended Senior. I hope Senior can forgive me.”

When facing a cultivator who was older, of unknown strength, and particularly mysterious identity, Qin Qingyi would still be very sensible, quickly bowing her head, acting weak and compliant, and lowering her stance. In short, this would not be wrong.

At least, it wouldn’t anger the other party.

One could call her slick or opportunistic, but no matter what, the undeniable fact was—

Everyone fell for this approach.

The person in front of her was no exception. Seeing Qin Qingyi so well-behaved, she couldn’t help but let out a haughty ‘humph’: “You little fox, you are indeed quite clever.”

“Since that’s the case, this Venerable One will not hold your offense against you.”

Qin Qingyi breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thank you for your forbearance, Senior.”

The next moment, the other person’s voice sounded again: “However, little fox, you must tell this Venerable One why you sought out this place? It has been a long time since anyone has come here…”

The voice was meaningful, carrying a hint of melancholy for the passage of time.

Qin Qingyi recalled a certain possibility she had considered earlier, and now hearing the other person ask why she had come, a sudden, unstoppable surge of courage welled up in her heart.

“May I ask, Senior,” Qin Qingyi asked aloud.

“Are you Immortal Venerable Wuwang (No Desire)?”

A long period of silence.

No one responded.

Qin Qingyi’s heart grew increasingly anxious.

After a prolonged silence, Qin Qingyi knew she had been too rash just now, but the words were already out and couldn’t be taken back.

Helpless, she could only grit her teeth and force herself to ask again: “May I ask, Senior, are you Immortal Venerable Wuwang?”

“If I have offended Senior, it is this junior’s fault.”

This time, the other person’s voice didn’t make her wait too long.

“This Venerable One is not Wuwang.”

Qin Qingyi’s heart eased, but then she heard the other person say the next instant:

“This Venerable One is Wujiu (No Blame).”