After Faking Her Death and Escaping, the Junior Sister Fell to the Demonic Path - Chapter 91

The hickey left on her neck made Qin Qingyi unwilling to speak to Zhou Zhixue anymore.

For several days in a row, Qin Qingyi showed no kindness whenever she saw Zhou Zhixue.

Zhou Zhixue knew she was in the wrong, but she didn’t get angry. Instead, she was always gentle and kind. Each time she was given the cold shoulder, she would stand sadly in place, looking incredibly pitiful.

Many female disciples couldn’t bear to see this continue and advised Qin Qingyi to be kinder to her.

Qin Qingyi found it hard to explain her predicament. She couldn’t tell everyone that she wasn’t truly angry, nor could she explain the cause of the matter.

If the truth got out, how could she face people?

Oh, she wasn’t human anyway.

Nevertheless, Qin Qingyi found it difficult to continue freezing Zhou Zhixue out. When the other party approached her, Qin Qingyi no longer yelled at her but silently allowed her to stand by her side.

However, even just this was enough to make Zhou Zhixue very happy.

The demonic tide at Cliff Mountain was fierce, and the two of them stayed there to provide support. Each time, it was extremely difficult to repel the demonic tide.

And just as Feng Ning had said, a very powerful Demonic General had appeared at Cliff Mountain. Its attacks were ferocious, and every time it struck, a Xianmen disciple would be severely injured.

In desperation, the other disciples guarding Cliff Mountain decided to use a surrounding attack strategy. They would all attack together, preventing the enemy from warding off attacks from multiple directions, which also allowed them to support each other and prevent the Demonic General from injuring people.

This method proved effective. After using it a few times, the Demonic General suffered losses and was no longer as fierce as before.

Besides this, good news came from the Sword Sect.

“Feng Ning’s life was saved.”

Clutching the communication jade slip, Qin Qingyi sighed with relief.

She had just communicated with Bai Qiyue and learned that Feng Ning’s injuries were completely healed, except—

“It’s just unfortunate that there’s no way to save her Dantian and meridians, not even the Valley Master of Medicine King Valley could do anything.”

After Feng Ning was brought back, the Valley Master of Medicine King Valley, who was also Bai Qiyue’s mother, personally took charge of Feng Ning’s injuries.

But no matter how many valuable resources were used, the wounds healed, but the meridians could not be reconnected. Bai Lan tried every method, even using the secret treasures of Medicine King Valley, but still failed to reconnect Feng Ning’s meridians.

It was then that everyone finally realized: Meridians ravaged and eroded by demonic energy could not be repaired using the usual methods for meridian reconnection.

Everyone was helpless regarding Feng Ning’s fractured meridians and damaged Dantian.

“Feng Ning might only be an ordinary person from now on,” Qin Qingyi sighed.

Hearing Qin Qingyi say this, Zhou Zhixue fell silent.

Having witnessed the prosperity of the Xuan Tian Realm and experienced the life of a cultivator who wields spiritual power, flying and traversing mountains, could anyone truly be content with being ordinary?

Zhou Zhixue didn’t know the answer.

But soon, when she saw Feng Ning, she finally understood—

Perhaps others couldn’t, but Feng Ning could.

“You’re back?”

This time, the person in the wheelchair was Feng Ning. Seeing Qin Qingyi and the others return from Cliff Mountain, she greeted them happily.

She had just recovered from a severe illness, and her legs couldn’t support her walking very well yet, so Feng Ying pushed the wheelchair out for Feng Ning to sit in, pushing her from behind.

Feng Ning accepted it well, sitting in the wheelchair and basking in the sun every day, seemingly completely unconcerned about the fact that she would only be an ordinary person from now on.

They had returned for a rest day, and Qin Qingyi, concerned about Feng Ning, brought Zhou Zhixue along to see her.

But unfortunately, as soon as they arrived at the Sword Peak, Zhou Zhixue was called away by the Sect Master Uncle, so only Qin Qingyi was left to visit Feng Ning.

Seeing Feng Ning in such good spirits, Qin Qingyi was also relieved.

“We’re back. How are you feeling?”

Feng Ning took the lead: “The injuries are all healed.”

As she spoke, Feng Ning stretched out her hands and gestured twice to prove that her injuries were indeed fully recovered.

“The Valley Master of Medicine King Valley has miraculous healing powers. Thanks to her, otherwise, I’d probably be in serious trouble right now,” Feng Ning remarked with emotion.

As expected of the Medicine King Valley. Although they couldn’t “bring the dead back to life,” they truly could “regenerate flesh and bone.”

The day she returned severely injured, she personally watched as wounds that no pill could treat quickly grew flesh, healed, and the pain completely disappeared under the hands of the Medicine King Valley Master.

If her meridians and Dantian hadn’t been genuinely beyond repair, she would have been leaping around and lively again long ago.

“It’s just sad that I can’t practice with everyone anymore,” Feng Ning’s voice held a note of regret as she said this.

The surroundings fell silent.

Feng Ying tightened her grip on the wheelchair handles, not speaking, but her face grew increasingly grim.

But the next moment, Feng Ning’s tone brightened again: “But it’s not bad now. I’ve told Master that Little Ying and I will tend to the herb garden together from now on, and we won’t have to rush around everywhere anymore.”

Hearing her so optimistic, Qin Qingyi smiled wryly.

“You certainly have a good attitude,” she teased.

Feng Ning also smiled: “Of course.”

The three were walking along the bamboo forest of the Sword Peak when Feng Ning suddenly turned her head and looked at Feng Ying, who had been silent behind her: “Little Ying, I want to talk to Junior Sister Qin alone for a bit, is that alright?”

Her posture was extremely humble, seeking Feng Ying’s permission.

Feng Ying was silent for a moment, then handed the wheelchair to Qin Qingyi and replied hoarsely: “Okay, I won’t follow.”

Seeing this, Qin Qingyi naturally didn’t say much. She just gave Feng Ying a deep look, then pushed Feng Ning to continue walking forward.

Once they had walked a little further, ensuring Feng Ying could not hear them, Qin Qingyi asked her: “Why did you ask to speak to me alone? Is something the matter?”

She believed that anything Feng Ning needed to avoid Feng Ying for and tell her alone would certainly not be a trivial matter.

“I want to ask you to take care of Feng Ying more in the future, and ensure her safety within the Sword Sect for the rest of her life.”

The wheelchair stopped, and Qin Qingyi was confused:

“You said this to me at Cliff Mountain too, but that was when you were severely injured and beyond cure. Although you can no longer use spiritual power now, you are still the Sect Master’s personal disciple. If a method to reconnect meridians is found later, you’ll still be the leading senior disciple. Even if no method is ever found, you will still live a peaceful life in the Sword Sect. Why are you still asking this of me?”

Qin Qingyi could not understand.

Feng Ning was very calm. She had clearly anticipated Qin Qingyi’s reaction. Faced with Qin Qingyi’s question, she simply said softly:

“Junior Sister Qin, you probably already know that Little Ying is actually someone from the Heavenly Deduction Sect, right?”

Qin Qingyi nodded.

She was indeed aware of this, and so was Zhou Zhixue.

Feng Ying’s behavior in front of Shangguan Yu that day had already confirmed this fact.

“But that’s just what the Heavenly Deduction Sect wants people to see on the surface,” Feng Ning looked up. This time she didn’t speak but transmitted a secret message to Qin Qingyi. “Little Ying is actually the compass they have been searching for.”

Feng Ying isn’t human?!

This realization directly shocked Qin Qingyi. She couldn’t help but widen her eyes and exclaim: “How is that possible?!”

It must be known that the Xuan Tian Realm was already in the Era of Dharma’s End, long gone were the days when spiritual energy was abundant and various things could gain sentience and transform into human form.

Qin Qingyi had heard her mother say that in those days, swords could foster Sword Spirits, sharing a bond with their master. More powerful Sword Spirits could even manifest human nature and become a great help to their master.

Besides swords, other heavenly treasures, or ancient trees thousands of years old in the dense forests, or stones that listened to scriptures daily by the river of the Holy Temple, also had the chance to develop sentience and gradually cultivate into human form.

Cultivators of this type were collectively known as the Spirit Race.

That era was the golden age of the entire Xuan Tian Realm.

But later, after the appearance of the Demon Race, the destiny of the Xuan Tian Realm was stolen, and the spiritual energy was eroded. Gradually, such occurrences became fewer and fewer. Furthermore, after the Demon Race’s rampant slaughter, the Spirit Race gradually disappeared amidst the massacres, and with the passage of time, stories and people related to the Spirit Race became increasingly rare, until they were completely wiped out in the river of history.

Even though Qin Qingyi knew about the existence of the Spirit Race, she couldn’t believe it when she was told that someone beside her was a spirit transformed from a compass.

“I know you don’t want to believe it, but Little Ying is indeed the compass the Heavenly Deduction Sect has been looking for.”

Feng Ning’s tone was too solemn, making Qin Qingyi have to wonder.

Perhaps, everything she said was true?

Feng Ning sighed and slowly recounted the story of the past.

At that time, she was not yet a disciple of the Sword Sect, but a child in a small village near the demon border.

When the Sword Sect descended the mountain to select disciples, the young Feng Ning was lucky enough to be chosen because she possessed both Wind and Earth spiritual roots, becoming an outer disciple of the Sword Sect.

Initially, everything was ordinary, and she thought she would continue this way forever.

Until—

Feng Ning’s life took a turn when she went home to visit her relatives.

Her Senior Sister in the Sword Sect told her that the opportunity to visit relatives at home was only once a year, and she had to return after seeing her parents.

Feng Ning always remembered this. After seeing her parents and staying for a day, she planned to leave after breakfast the next morning.

But on that second day, just as dawn broke, screams continuously echoed through the village.

The Demon Race was massacring the village and had entered Feng Ning’s village. Her household was the last target of the Demon Race.

Feng Ning rushed out in panic and saw her parents, who were chopping wood and cooking early, killed by a Demon Race member.

Feng Ning was discovered by the opponent and was about to be killed, but at that critical moment—

“A compass fell out of that fellow’s chest. I spat out a mouthful of blood at that moment, which happened to spray onto the compass. The next moment, a voice from the compass asked if I wanted to live.”

Feng Ning smiled slightly.

“At that time, of course, I wanted to survive, so I desperately agreed to the compass.”

“Immediately after, the compass transformed into the appearance of a little girl, killed the Demon Race member, and saved me.”

“That was my first meeting with Little Ying.”

“I named her Feng Ying, and she followed me to the Sword Sect. As an exchange for saving my life, I gave her my weaker Earth spiritual root, and she also smoothly entered the Sword Sect.”

Feng Ning spoke intermittently, and by this point, she was a little tired. Her hand gently rested on the wheelchair, stroking it distractedly.

Qin Qingyi didn’t rush her or ask for specific details, but just listened quietly.

After a while, Feng Ning took a deep breath and continued: “At first, Little Ying stayed by my side as my younger sister. As time passed, everyone thought I truly had a sister named Little Ying.”

“I never asked about her identity again, and I truly treated her as my sister, until I participated in the inner disciple trial. It was during the ‘Heart-Searching’ trial in the Sword Pavilion that I suddenly realized that Little Ying wasn’t my sister.”

“She wasn’t even human.”

A bitter smile appeared on Feng Ning’s lips.

“I started to constantly think about this question. Little Ying isn’t human. She is a compass.”

“But… I fell in love with her.”