After Faking Her Death and Escaping, the Junior Sister Fell to the Demonic Path - Chapter 90

“Feng Ning is in trouble?”

Zhou Zhixue first repeated Feng Ying’s words, and only then realized that Feng Ning was far away at Cliff Mountain suppressing demons, while Feng Ying was at the Sword Gate. How did she know that Feng Ning was in trouble right now?

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhixue narrowed her eyes.

It wasn’t that she didn’t believe Feng Ying. Although the two of them had little interaction, she could always tell from the occasional words of her two Senior Brothers that Feng Ying, although physically frail, was extremely skilled in medicine, not much inferior to the disciples of the Medicine King Valley. Since the war between the Immortal and Demon Realms began, she had been treating the wounded within the Sword Gate without a moment’s rest, a truly benevolent person.

“Feng Ning is far away at Cliff Mountain, how do you know she’s in trouble?”

This sentence instantly made Feng Ying turn pale.

Seeing the look of panic on her face, Zhou Zhixue became even more confused.

If one knew the whereabouts of another, there must be a reason. Otherwise, just coming over and saying someone was in trouble without any evidence was baseless speculation and could not be trusted.

“I just know. She is in imminent danger. If we go any later, she will die.”

“Please, go save her.”

Zhou Zhixue could clearly feel Feng Ying gripping her hand tighter and tighter. The look of fervent pleading and sorrow in the other party’s eyes made it impossible for her to refuse, yet—

“This matter must be reported to the Sect Leader first.”

Feng Ying’s worried expression did not seem feigned. Perhaps she had some other means of knowing whether Feng Ning was in danger. If Feng Ning was truly in trouble at this moment, then the situation at Cliff Mountain must also be extremely perilous. Her going alone might only be a drop in the ocean.

Therefore, she wanted to first calm Feng Ying down, then ask the Sect Leader for instructions, and lead a team to Cliff Mountain.

But Feng Ying was too anxious, only wanting her to quickly head to Cliff Mountain. While the two were arguing, the door behind them suddenly opened.

Zhou Zhixue was surprised. She turned her head and saw her Senior Sister and Martial Uncle appearing at the doorway simultaneously. She hurriedly pulled Feng Ying to perform a bow.

After looking up, Zhou Zhixue was about to state the reason, but Shangguan Yu raised her hand to interrupt:

“I already heard everything just now.”

“I have already dispatched reinforcements. I imagine the support team has already arrived at Cliff Mountain by now.”

Upon hearing this, Feng Ying seemed to finally receive assurance. Although she slumped down in exhaustion, her face was filled with relief and a sense of security.

However, Shangguan Yu looked at Feng Ying at this moment, her words vague: “There is just one thing that greatly surprised this Venerable. The Heaven’s Will Sect recently sent a confidential letter, stating that one of their disciples, when defecting more than ten years ago, stole the Heaven’s Will Sect’s Holy Compass. Not long ago, they sensed the compass’s movement, and it is actually within my Sword Gate. Do you know anything about this matter?”

For some reason, even though it was just a normal inquiry, Zhou Zhixue saw Feng Ying’s face instantly lose all color, as if she had heard something terrifying.

Feng Ying stammered, quietly clenching her hand hidden beneath her sleeve, and forced herself to look back with a calm demeanor: “This disciple does not know…”

Unbeknownst to her, this reaction appeared to the other three present as having the meaning of “protesting one’s innocence too much.”

Fortunately, Shangguan Yu did not intend to pursue the matter further. Seeing her reaction, she simply passed over it lightly.

Just then, the communication jade token in Shangguan Yu’s hand, which had not yet been put away, lit up again, broadcasting an urgent call for help from Cliff Mountain.

The expressions of the few people present immediately became serious.

“The situation at Cliff Mountain is grave. Qingyi, go with your Junior Sister, summon half of the Sword Gate disciples, and follow me to reinforce Cliff Mountain in fifteen minutes.”

Qin Qingyi acknowledged the command and left with Zhou Zhixue.

As she passed by Feng Ying, Qin Qingyi’s expression was complicated. She gave a slight reminder: “When you’re out and about, remember to conceal your true identity.”

This soft reminder once again caused Feng Ying’s face to turn a shade paler.

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“Senior Sister, are you saying that Feng Ying is actually from the Heaven’s Will Sect?”

Zhou Zhixue was lost in thought.

On the way to reinforce Cliff Mountain, Qin Qingyi informed Zhou Zhixue about Feng Ying’s identity.

“That’s right.” Qin Qingyi’s expression was complicated at the thought of this.

“If Martial Uncle hadn’t told me, I really wouldn’t have expected her to be a person from the Heaven’s Will Sect.”

“I just don’t know why she betrayed the Heaven’s Will Sect in the past and instead came to the Sword Gate to be an obscure outer disciple.”

Not only Qin Qingyi couldn’t figure it out, but Zhou Zhixue also couldn’t.

One must know that after the Heart-Questioning Trial ended, Feng Ning originally pleaded with Martial Uncle to take both her and her sister, but unexpectedly, when it came time to perform the apprenticeship ritual, Feng Ying refused to become the Sect Leader’s personal disciple.

In the end, she only stayed on the Sword-Wielding Peak, becoming an unknown outer disciple, simply tending to a patch of spiritual herb garden every day.

That was the Sect Leader’s personal disciple! If she was willing, there would have been countless spiritual elixirs and medicines to treat her sickly body, yet she stubbornly refused.

This incident was a topic of discussion for a long time, with everyone saying she didn’t know how lucky she was.

She couldn’t understand it before, but now knowing her true identity, Zhou Zhixue could vaguely guess a few reasons for Feng Ying’s refusal at the time.

Perhaps she was worried that too much fame would expose her true identity.

As they reached Cliff Mountain, the two no longer had time to talk, forced to plunge into the chaotic battlefield and repel the wave of demons, which, for some unknown reason, was particularly fierce this time.

After finally stabilizing the battle line again, Qin Qingyi finally had time to attend to other matters.

She scanned the surroundings, seeing that everyone had begun to rest and recuperate where they stood, but she noticed Zhou Zhixue standing not far away, without making any movements.

Qin Qingyi felt a flicker of doubt in her heart and called out “Junior Sister,” walking through the crowd toward Zhou Zhixue’s position.

Only when she walked over did she realize why her Junior Sister was frozen in place without moving.

Their timely support meant that Cliff Mountain did not suffer too many casualties.

But one person—

Was gravely injured.

That person was Feng Ning.

Feng Ning was currently leaning against a broken cliff, panting softly.

When Zhou Zhixue saw her, her aura was weak, and her body was shrouded in demonic energy. The most fatal wounds simultaneously pierced her Dantian and her heart. The blood, contaminated by the demonic energy, continuously gushed out of the wounds, staining a large patch of her clothes.

She looked like a person made of blood.

“Cough, cough—”

Feng Ning violently coughed up a mouthful of blood, the fresh blood further covering her blood-soaked clothes.

Looking at Qin Qingyi and Zhou Zhixue surrounding her, Feng Ning seemed unconcerned about the severity of her injuries. Instead, she “Hehe” laughed, greeting the two: “You’re here?”

Qin Qingyi’s face was taut. She quickly fed her a pill for stopping bleeding and regenerating flesh, and sternly said, “Swallow it!”

She didn’t want this person to die here!

But the next moment, Feng Ning spat out the pill. The pill, mixed with black demonic blood, fell to the ground, covered in a layer of dirt.

“Don’t waste your energy, it’s useless.”

Feng Ning gasped for breath, her face betraying weariness and pain, but she still explained to the two:

“My Dantian has been pierced, and all my meridians are shattered. These pills can’t save me.”

She was telling the truth. Before the two arrived, Feng Ning had already tried to save herself, but no matter what kind of pill she took—for stopping bleeding, for dispelling corruption and regenerating flesh—none of them worked.

For some reason, when the demon tide attacked Cliff Mountain today, an incredibly powerful demon general suddenly emerged from the demonic horde. Feng Ning struggled and was ultimately no match for him. She was targeted, and a sword pierced through her heart. Before the intense pain could hit, the next sword pierced her Dantian. Demonic energy instantly invaded, her Dantian shattered, and excruciating pain shot through her meridians. The next moment, she fell unconscious.

When she woke up again, she could no longer feel any spiritual energy fluctuations in her body.

“I estimate I don’t have much time left. From now on… I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to help me take care of Xiao Ying…”

As if delivering her last words, Feng Ning spoke intermittently. Because her heart had also been pierced, fresh blood kept gushing out of her wounds with every word she spoke.

“I don’t want you to take care of me!”

A voice came from outside, angrily interrupting her.

Qin Qingyi raised her eyes in astonishment. Feng Ying had actually followed them.

Perhaps it was due to her inherent weakness, making her sword flight a struggle, or perhaps she was greatly angered by Feng Ning’s words. When Feng Ying walked over, her face was deathly pale, but her eyes were red and swollen.

Seeing Feng Ning’s weak breath and imminent death, such a miserable sight immediately brought tears to Feng Ying’s eyes. Two streams of clear tears flowed down her jaw and dripped onto the ground.

She rushed over, her trembling hand wanting to touch Feng Ning, but she pulled her hand back with red-rimmed eyes just before touching the wound.

“Didn’t I tell you to be extremely careful?!”

Feng Ning did not answer this question, only looking at her with eyes full of tenderness: “You came to see me?”

Feng Ying was angry at her for being so severely injured yet still so flippant. She wanted to slap Feng Ning’s shoulder but retracted her strength just before touching it, merely brushing over her lightly: “I told you to fight carefully. Is this how you kept your promise?!”

Feng Ning laughed “Hehe”: “I was very careful. Otherwise, I definitely wouldn’t be here right now.”

That was the truth. If she hadn’t been prepared and cautious during the battle, she would probably be dead by now. Her current severe injury was the best result she could achieve.

But her injuries were so severe, and there was no cure, making her only a hair’s breadth away from death.

Feng Ying’s face was filled with sorrow, but Feng Ning was still as optimistic as before. Although the demonic energy corroding her wounds made her involuntarily gasp for air, she still managed to look at Qin Qingyi and Zhou Zhixue on the side, her eyes pleading: “Xiao Ying has a weak body. I might have to ask the two of you to take good care of her in the future.”

Both Qin Qingyi and Zhou Zhixue looked at her with pity.

Feng Ning was a very good person. If they could, they truly did not want such a good person to die in this cruel war between Immortals and Demons.

This war had already claimed too many lives.

“With this Venerable here, I imagine you won’t die yet.”

At the crucial moment, Shangguan Yu finally arrived.

The people surrounding Feng Ning made way. Shangguan Yu quickly stepped forward and sealed several major acupoints on Feng Ning’s body, stopping the continuous outflow of blood in mere moments.

Shangguan Yu then stuffed an unusual pill into Feng Ning’s mouth: “Hold it, don’t swallow it.”

Feng Ning was obedient and spoke with the pill in her mouth: “Master, what is this?”

The moment the pill entered her mouth, she felt comfortable all over. The demonic energy that had been constantly tormenting her immediately subsided. Although it hadn’t been completely dispelled, it quieted down and stopped causing trouble.

“Something that will save your life.”

Shangguan Yu was brief and to the point.

She lifted Feng Ning into her arms and turned to leave in the direction of the Sword Gate.

Just before leaving, she turned her head to look at Feng Ying, who was trailing closely behind her, and said lightly, “If you want to save her, follow this Venerable closely. Don’t fall too far behind.”

Having received the green light, Feng Ying no longer hesitated. She gritted her teeth and followed.

Only Qin Qingyi and Zhou Zhixue were left looking at each other in the original spot, unable to recover their senses for a while.

After a moment, Qin Qingyi finally sighed with emotion: “With Martial Uncle here, Feng Ning will definitely be fine.”

Zhou Zhixue also nodded, agreeing with her statement.

“Hey, should we go back too?” Qin Qingyi suddenly realized. They were only here to reinforce. Were they supposed to stay here indefinitely?

However, Qin Qingyi’s question did not receive a reply from her Junior Sister beside her. Feeling strange, she turned her head and saw Zhou Zhixue staring at her neck, her face flushed like a cooked shrimp, the blush extending from her face down to below her collar.

Qin Qingyi frowned, more confused: “Why are you looking at me?”

Could there be un-wiped demonic blood on her neck?

That shouldn’t be. She had used several cleansing spells just now, and her body was clean.

Unexpectedly, upon asking this question, Zhou Zhixue’s face flushed even more, and she seemed somewhat uneasy, her eyes becoming evasive when she looked at her.

Qin Qingyi touched her neck with a puzzled expression and asked again, “Is there something here?”

Zhou Zhixue couldn’t avoid it. She cleared her throat a couple of times, her eyes flickering and avoiding contact: “Senior Sister’s neck… has traces left by me…”