After Infusing Love Poison to the Cold Sword Sovereign - Chapter 14

When the paper crane arrived, Luo Qingyi was deep in the forest, seated in meditation.

After reading Wu Ruo’s message, she casually dissolved the crane into nothingness and settled back into her meditative state. Yet, after a long while of quieting her mind, she keenly sensed an eerie presence outside the Miaojiang tribe.

Though she had lost her memories, her body’s instincts still reacted, this unwelcome aura was unmistakably that of demonic cultivators, the very beings orthodox cultivators despised.

Could it be that Miaojiang had ties to demonic cultivators?

But during her time here, her impression of the place had greatly improved. It was merely a gathering place for Miao women, a land of simple customs where people lived in peace, content with their work and kind at heart. There were no wicked individuals among them.

If not for the fear their insect gu techniques inspired, their reputation twisted and demonized over time, this place would simply be a tranquil paradise for female cultivators.

Truth be told… she didn’t dislike living here.

A ripple of unfamiliar emotion stirred in her usually placid heart. In the end, Luo Qingyi couldn’t bear the thought of Miaojiang being associated with demonic cultivators.

Resuming her cultivation hand seals, she abruptly released her divine sense, soaring into the sky to survey the entire tribe, taking in every detail of the outside world!

A group of cultivators reeking of sinister energy was hastily ascending the mountain under the moonlight. High-ranking demonic cultivators flanked the group, but at the center stood a striking figure, a woman with a bright and alluring appearance.

“Is this your home? Are you sure you can persuade that Holy Maiden?”

The radiant woman in the middle, about the same age as Wu Ruo, carried an air of arrogance. “Of course! We were classmates, and I even gave her several beautiful dresses. She’ll be overjoyed to see me!”

“Heh, alright. Sister Jinhua truly has wide connections, no wonder you’re the Grand Elder’s beloved disciple.”

Jinhua’s cultivation was not particularly high, and standing among a group of sinister demonic cultivators, she seemed utterly out of place. Dressed in a light green robe with delicate bamboo patterns on the sleeves, she looked less like a demonic cultivator and more like a young mistress from an orthodox sect, out on a training expedition.

She crossed her arms proudly. “Our Xinglin Sect is so much better, Wu Ruo must be green with envy! But honestly, what’s so great about Miaojiang? Our sect is already the top orthodox medical cultivation faction. Why bother annexing this backwater?”

“Heh, you don’t understand,” the demonic cultivator said sternly, adopting a lecturing tone. “This is the elders’ arrangement. All you need to do is lead us there, and it’ll count as a great merit, recorded in the registry.”

“Fine.” Jinhua pouted and fell silent. The others behind her wore the same pristine medical cultivator robes, spotless as ever.

She had always prided herself on her good fortune leaving the backward Miaojiang behind and joining the best medical cultivation sect in the cultivation world, effortlessly surpassing Wu Ruo! Hmph, her old rival must be seething with envy by now.

The group marched up the mountain, accidentally triggering several of Wu Ruo’s formations along the way. They should have been trapped in the barriers, but the formations recognized Jinhua’s Miao bloodline and silently deactivated.

Though the night was dark, Luo Qingyi’s celestial vision remained sharp and clear. She observed everything before withdrawing her divine sense.

This woman was utterly foolish. Traveling with demonic cultivators yet believing herself an orthodox sect’s prized disciple, devoid of even the most basic judgment. She had unwittingly led wolves into the fold, bringing calamity upon the tribe.

Her mind was usually as still as ancient waters, yet at this moment, a rare ripple of emotion disturbed its surface.

“Ugh!”

A vague pain surged in her mind, as if blood had rushed to her head. She steadied herself and released a burst of fierce energy, directing it straight at a nearby lemonwood tree.

The thorns on the branches fell instantly, caught in her powerful current. They suddenly shot up thousands of feet into the sky, hovering in the air and blending seamlessly with the night moon!

Luo Qingyi closed her eyes, two fingers pressed together before her spiritual platform, while her other hand held a wooden branch as if it were a longsword. Her sleeves fluttered in the wind, bold and majestic like fluttering banners, an immortal’s unparalleled grace.

A powerful current surged like a hurricane, condensing into shimmering ripples around her. With an overwhelming momentum, it expanded and grew increasingly vast.

She couldn’t let the demonic cultivators enter the Miaojiang tribe.

The power and methods of demonic cultivators were not to be underestimated, and Wu Ruo had just descended the mountain at this very moment. If this woman brought in malevolent individuals, the entire Miaojiang region would be plunged into danger!

“First Form: Snowfall Pursues Souls.”

Acting on instinct, she uttered an incantation she had never recalled before. The moment she struck, it became a move of immense force.

Her mind still ached, yet at this moment, it was clear as if the truth had been revealed everything was calm. In the vast spring of her memories, glistening snowflakes brushed away old scars, the land replaced by snow-capped mountains, ice and rain waxing and waning.

The Zhiyuan Immortal Sect, a naturally gifted cultivator of the emotionless path, the master of Snowfall Peak, who questioned the Heavenly Dao, succumbed to qi deviation fell off a cliff and lost her memories.

So, this was her past.

The swordswoman remained in her previous stance, yet in an instant, she exuded the grandeur of an army of thousands. Her gaze was as cold as ice that had never melted for millennia, piercing to the bone.

Her world had no room for the grit of traitors.

The woman didn’t even flick her sleeve, nor did her fingers move. High in the clouds, several foot-long thorns tore through the air with a fierce whistling sound, crossing thousands of feet like arrows loosed from a bow, hurtling straight toward the demonic cultivators scouting the terrain at the entrance of the Miaojiang tribe!

Swish!

“Ah! Senior Brother, what’s wrong with you?”

Jinhua had been smugly fantasizing about Wu Ruo’s envy, but in the next second, she was scared out of her wits.

Her cultivation was weak, and the cover of night obscured the opponent’s attack.

All she saw was her fellow disciples falling one after another, foul blood pooling on the ground. It seemed as if something sharp and menacing had sliced through the air, but before she could even see what it was, all she heard were the screams around her.

“You all! Ahhh! Uncle-Master, you!”

Before fear could fully take hold, she was suddenly grabbed by the throat by an elder beside her. The usually benevolent-looking uncle-master finally revealed his true nature his fingers as hard as steel, nails rapidly elongating in an instant, piercing deep into her skin!

“Ahh!!”

The young girl’s body withered in an instant, like an emptied husk, turning into a desiccated corpse. Only a few drops of blood on her neck remained warm, but they could no longer summon back her life.

In just a single moment, the once-arrogant girl had died at the hands of a demonic cultivator.

“Damn that b*tch, she actually dared to deceive me!”

After draining Jinhua, the demonic cultivator’s body rapidly swelled. He conjured several grotesque wraiths in his hands, forming an aggressive array around him. Black miasma spread instantly, shrouding the once-peaceful tribe in dark fog.

A terrifying greatsword appeared in his grip, and he swung it viciously at a formation point near the Miaojiang entrance!

Boom!

With an earth-shattering explosion, the formation points previously set up by Wu Ruo were blasted into a massive hole. The sinister face of the demonic cultivator twisted into an even more terrifying grin, like a flesh-eating specter: “Hehehe! I’ll spare you all for now. In a few days, every last one of these little wenches will die!”

After speaking, the demonic cultivator dissolved into a cloud of black mist and vanished without a trace. Only the scattered corpses of demonic cultivators remained on the ground, along with Jin Hua, who had been drained into a withered husk at the center.

Though Luo Qingyi was far away, her spiritual senses allowed her to observe everything at the entrance as if she were right there.

Her head throbbed painfully as memories flooded in. Supporting her temple with one hand, she slowly sheathed her sword. The fierce aura around her dissipated with the motion, transforming into swirling spiritual energy in the air.

Past events flashed through her mind like a fleeting panorama. The ripples of emotion in her heart gradually crystallized into ice as her memories returned. A trace of reluctance surfaced in her spiritual consciousness, only to be swiftly frozen over and erased.

It was time to bid farewell to Wu Ruo.

So be it. Once Wu Ruo returned, she would reinforce the tribe’s formations for them and leave behind a few talismans imbued with great power. Then it would be time to, Hm?

A paper crane suddenly alighted on her finger.

A message from Wu Ruo.

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