After Faking Her Death and Escaping, the Junior Sister Fell to the Demonic Path - Chapter 81

Seven days ago, at Qi Dong Mountain.

True Master Wen Qing was locked in a bitter battle with the Demon General Ti Wein.

For some unknown reason, Ti Wein, who was originally not very powerful, and whose Black Water Cliff lair had been blown up by True Master Wen Qing just a few days ago, forcing him to flee to Qi Dong Mountain, had completely transformed in just a few days. He shed his former image of a cowering turtle and a stray dog, actually accepted True Master Wen Qing’s challenge, and had been fighting her for several days straight.

A winner has yet to be determined.

Others were astonished as to why Ti Wein’s strength had increased so drastically in such a short time. This question was not only on the minds of the Immortal Sects, but also the Demon Race was scrutinizing Ti Wein with even more malicious intent.

“He wouldn’t have drained all his subordinates, would he? I heard that the day he fled to us, the entire Black Water Cliff was razed to the ground, with no one escaping, the situation was extremely dire.”

“In such a chaotic situation, it’s not impossible. It’s not the first time Ti Wein has done something like that.”

Many demons were gossiping in the dark.

As the weakest of the twelve Demon Kings, Ti Wein had always been somewhat disrespected.

Ti Wein could only lord over Black Water Cliff because he was the only Demon King there. But Qi Dong Mountain was different; there were already three Demon Kings stationed here, so Ti Wein could only be a disgruntled outsider when he arrived.

Inside the Demon King’s palace on Qi Dong Mountain, the highest point was the Demon King’s seat.

The woman sitting at the head was leaning against the seat, parting her sharp teeth, and taking a mouthful of the thick blood she held in her palm. Her red vertical pupils immediately relaxed in pleasure, forming a beautiful spindle shape.

She rested her head lazily, her long black nails scratching the demon horn on her head idly, clearly in an excellent mood.

If a high-ranking demon were standing here, they would definitely recognize that those present were all famous Demon Kings.

The one seated at the head was the Demon King ranked fifth—

An Xia.

“How many days has Ti Wein been out?”

An Xia was boredly admiring her long nails, seeming to finally remember that there was some fun happening outside. She lifted her head and asked in a casual voice.

The Demon King’s palace was vast, so much so that her voice created an echo.

Layers of sound waves rippled out, causing the pale bone lanterns on the walls to sway.

Seated below were the other two Demon Kings, the ninth and tenth-ranked twin Demon Kings—

Xi Di and Pa Er.

Seeing An Xia ask, Pa Er spoke first, the demon scales at her eye corners reflecting a blue-purple ghostly light. Her slightly narrowed vertical pupils were filled with flattery towards An Xia:

“Sister, that trash Ti Wein has been out for two days. Failing to take down that Immortal Realm dog for so long, he truly doesn’t deserve to share a seat with us.”

Xi Di agreed: “His Demon King position was originally ill-gotten. If the Demon God were alive, he would have long since expelled trash like him.”

The two demons spoke to themselves, their words trampling Ti Wein into the mud.

This reminded An Xia that two days ago, Ti Wein had found her, humbly and aggrievedly begging her for help to avenge the Black Water Cliff.

The Black Water Cliff being leveled by the Immortal Realm cultivators, and Ti Wein, one of the twelve Demon Kings, being beaten into a desperate flight, was a huge joke that had long spread throughout the Demon Race.

An Xia chuckled as she looked at this male demon who had come to beg her yet was still too arrogant to bow. She only found it amusing: “Ti Wein, do you think that just because you’ve come to beg me, I will definitely help you?”

She recalled the past. At that time, the Demon Race had not yet come to the Xuan Tian Realm, and she was not yet one of the twelve Demon Kings. Ti Wein, as a noble, looked down on low-class demons like her who clawed their way up from the bottom.

She remembered Ti Wein stepping on her hand and mocking that a low and filthy demon like her dared to dream of the Demon God’s personal guard position.

Time had changed, and a few thousand years had passed. Time truly changed many things.

Now she was the fifth-ranked Demon King.

And Ti Wein, who had once looked down on her, was only the twelfth.

The lowest-ranked existence among the Demon Kings.

Moreover, Ti Wein would actually come to beg her.

This feeling…

Is truly wonderful.

Perhaps An Xia’s gaze was too playful, and Ti Wein felt extremely humiliated.

He naturally hadn’t forgotten the past. The feeling of being lorded over by this low-class being he once despised was truly upsetting to him.

Seeing him turn to leave, An Xia timely stopped him: “Are you sure you want to leave? I haven’t said I won’t help you.”

Ti Wein turned around, his suspicious gaze scanning An Xia.

She smiled, seemingly without any ill will.

“I can help you, but there will be a small price…”

An Xia ended her recollection, lazily shifted her sitting posture, and her slightly narrowed vertical pupils were full of pleasure.

“No need to worry, there will be a result soon.”

She spoke mysteriously, leaving Xi Di and Pa Er below quite baffled.

But seeing her in such a good mood, the two demons didn’t dare to ask more.

An Xia curled her lips, extremely anticipating the subsequent developments.

Ti Wein, you better not disappoint me…

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“Martial Aunt, why are you stopping us?”

Qin Qingyi’s blood and energy surged as she looked at Shangguan Yu, who was blocking her way, determined to make her give an explanation.

Her sword edge was not retracted, clearly indicating that if Shangguan Yu could not provide a reasonable explanation, she would not give up.

Shangguan Yu looked at her and only said one sentence: “If you insist on going, you will be harming your Master.”

This sentence was like a heavy hammer, smashing fiercely into Qin Qingyi’s chest, making it difficult for her to breathe and destabilizing her mind.

“Then should I just watch as Master’s life hangs in the balance, enduring the Heavenly Tribulation?!”

She couldn’t help but question the other party.

Shangguan Yu still didn’t get angry. She knew the child was just worried about her Master’s safety.

She raised her eyes to look at the thunder clouds gradually gathering and pressing down above, then looked at True Master Wen Qing, who was still unconscious under the thunder clouds. When she turned to look at Qin Qingyi and Zhou Zhixue, her gaze held a touch of pity.

Qin Qingyi subconsciously felt something was wrong. She wanted to ask again, but Shangguan Yu spoke first:

“This is not the place to talk. Let’s find somewhere else.”

With that, Shangguan Yu didn’t allow the two to refuse. With a flick of her sleeve, a section of lustrous silk flew out, wrapping the two and carrying them straight towards another location.

Qin Qingyi was confused. Now that she was tied up and unable to move, her mind also cleared up a lot, no longer as impulsive as before.

But the current situation made her extremely puzzled, so she shouted at Shangguan Yu: “Martial Aunt, what exactly happened here? Why is my Master suddenly ascending?!”

And why is there demon energy swirling around Master?

She knew nothing, and what she saw before her had already exceeded the scope of her comprehension.

Shangguan Yu didn’t answer her, only landing shortly after.

This place was a slope not far from Qi Dong Mountain.

“We’ve arrived.”

She withdrew the lustrous silk that bound the two.

Qin Qingyi staggered to a stand. Only then did she notice that many people were densely packed around them.

Looking around, most were Sword Sect Elders.

It seemed… all the Elders of the Sword Sect had gathered here.

What on earth happened?

Qin Qingyi opened her mouth, finding herself speechless.

“Didn’t you want to know what happened?” Shangguan Yu stood in front of her, turning sideways to reveal the empty space in front of her, her voice weary.

“Come and see for yourself.”

The surrounding Elders also looked solemn and weary, their gazes towards her and Zhou Zhixue filled with either pity or a more complex emotion she couldn’t discern.

Qin Qingyi’s heart thumped violently.

Her legs seemed to have a mind of their own, leading her forward step by step until she reached Shangguan Yu’s front, where she finally stopped.

It was only then that Qin Qingyi saw that on Shangguan Yu’s other side stood Xie Su and Hu Yu, their faces streaked with tears.

They were crying?

What could have happened to make both of them cry?

Having not seen them for a long time, Qin Qingyi had many questions she wanted to ask them.

For example, weren’t you with Master at Qi Dong Mountain to eliminate demons? What exactly happened? Why is Master about to ascend?

Another example, why couldn’t they clearly explain what happened through the communication jade token?

“Alright, the disciples of Hidden Snow Peak are all here. Let’s begin then.”

Shangguan Yu spoke.

Qin Qingyi’s heart suddenly tightened because of her words.

Why did it sound like a final arrangement?

This realization sent a chill through her body, causing her teeth to clench involuntarily.

The tightly clenched fist by her side was enveloped by a warm palm. Qin Qingyi looked down; it was Zhou Zhixue.

“Senior Sister, don’t be afraid.”

She comforted Qin Qingyi.

Even though her own voice was trembling.

After Shangguan Yu said that, she stepped forward, took out a recording stone, placed it on the stone table in front of everyone, and infused spiritual energy into it, projecting the recorded image.

At first, there was nothing, just pitch black.

Qin Qingyi stared unblinkingly, afraid of missing anything.

About ten breaths later, the image in the recording stone gradually changed.

First, there was a series of heavy, gasping breaths, followed by a shaky screen. After a bout of spinning, a face appeared in the recording stone.

It was—

“Master!”

Qin Qingyi couldn’t help but whisper.

This was Master’s recording stone.

But True Master Wen Qing in the picture looked to be in a very bad state.

She looked at the recording stone, seemingly trying her best to force a smile, but the next moment, fresh blood continuously poured out of her mouth, staining the front of her robe.

True Master Wen Qing looked down helplessly at her stained robe. After a while, she panted, looked back up at the recording stone, letting the blood flow down the corners of her mouth.

She looked severely injured, currently leaning against a pitch-black cliff wall, barely clinging to life.

Qin Qingyi’s eyes turned red watching.

Master usually loved cleanliness the most.

Zhou Zhixue, beside her, silently tightened her grip on Qin Qingyi’s hand.

“I am now deep in the Demon Den.”

In the image, True Master Wen Qing spoke her first sentence.

Her eyes blinked slyly, as if claiming credit.

“If anyone sees this recording stone, please be sure to hand it over to the Sect Leader of the Sword Sect, or to my disciples.”

Saying this seemed to exhaust most of her strength. True Master Wen Qing in the picture’s hand shook, and the recording stone rolled away, forcing the picture to become more distant and revealing the surrounding scene.

On the ground lay two demon corpses, seemingly a male and a female.

“Ti Wein!”

Qin Qingyi recognized the identity of the male demon, saying Ti Wein’s name almost through gritted teeth.

As for the identity of the other female demon, Qin Qingyi did not know.

Shangguan Yu heard her call out the male demon’s name and couldn’t help but look at her more closely.

But this was not the point. Zhou Zhixue looked at True Master Wen Qing in the recording stone. The hand that once held a sword was now wrapped in black, sticky stuff, gradually being devoured by demon energy.

It was a Demon Seed.

A Demon Seed had parasited Master’s body.

Qin Qingyi clearly noticed this too, so her face instantly turned deathly pale.

“This Venerable One looks a bit overly disheveled right now.”

True Master Wen Qing in the picture mocked herself. Because her injury was too severe, she temporarily couldn’t pick up the recording stone.

Even though it was only a step away.

After trying twice, True Master Wen Qing decisively gave up. She sighed self-deprecatingly and simply began to narrate like this.

“Although it might be hard to believe, this Venerable One has indeed found the Method of Ascension.”

After this sentence, the screen on True Master Wen Qing’s side shook. She wobbled to her feet and took the recording stone that had fallen aside back into her hand.

But the word “Ascension” clearly touched everyone’s nerves at once.

Like boiling water exploding in a pot, various sounds of doubt immediately erupted at the scene.

“Ascension?”

“Does the Xuan Tian Realm still have a way to ascend now?”