The Cold And Aloof Senior Sister Keeps Flirting With Me - Chapter 52

For a moment, blood splattered everywhere.

The immortal sword Zhu Ying shook violently, letting out a deafening shriek as it cut through the air.

Master Suyang’s eyes widened abruptly he opened his mouth to shout, but the back of his head was suddenly struck hard.

A strand of golden silk had flown over from somewhere.

Yan Jue formed a hand seal with her right hand, and the golden thread lashed down on the master again harsh and direct.

Before Suyang Tian-shi could react, he had already collapsed into a pool of blood.

A cold corpse lay on the ground.

Yan Jue stood frozen for a long while before finally letting out a single, stunned syllable: “You”

Qi Xianqing said, “We’ve already obtained the information we needed. There’s no point in further entanglement.”

Indeed, her mission from the sect was to investigate whether the Qingyu Temple was connected to the Demonic Cult.

Now the truth was irrefutable there was no further reason to linger.

“Da-da… da-da…”

Something was rapidly approaching. Qi Xianqing turned around, her expression turning cold.

“I sensed something wrong just now!”

The large spider from earlier moved swiftly toward them on its six long legs.
“You’re from the Immortal Sect?” it asked.

It moved with such speed it seemed like a phantom.

In that instant, Qi Xianqing sensed the surge of immense, swelling demonic qi radiating from its body.

She frowned, a strong wave of disgust rising within her.

The illusions she had conjured with her immortal arts shattered instantly.
Her black robe fluttered fiercely in the violent wind as she rose into the air, forming seals with her hands and silently reciting her sword incantation.

Zhu Ying trembled wildly, bursting into multicolored radiance as it hissed toward the spider.

The spider threw its head back and let out an ear-splitting roar, which echoed painfully in the narrow cave.

In the next instant, a pale green barrier appeared above it.
Zhu Ying slammed into it.

A booming crash followed; the ground shook violently as the sword was blocked outside the barrier.

Hovering in the air, Qi Xianqing chanted the Ten Thousand Sword Mantra.
The greenish sword Zhu Ying split instantly into countless smaller blades.

Expression cold, she swept her hand through the air, and the myriad miniature blades rippled like flickering candlelight before shooting toward the spider.

Each strike was vicious.
Each strike aimed to kill.

The spider retreated, and from behind it rose a mass of sticky, web-like tissue.

The mound writhed it seemed something was about to break through!

It scuttled rapidly through the cave.

Wherever it passed, more sticky webs were left intertwined behind it.

It was laying eggs.

Sacs swelled on the newly-laid webs.

The sacs burst, and swarms of tiny green spiders poured out.

This spider was at least at the Fourth Realm. Even Qi Xianqing found it difficult to handle.

Seeing the tiny green spiders swarming toward them, Yan Jue immediately transmitted her voice to Qi Xianqing:
“I’ll go save the children. I remember the way in.”

Qi Xianqing: “Mm.”

Yan Jue frowned. “Be careful.”

The tiny spiders surged forward like a tidal wave.

Yan Jue used her Flying Swallow Step. Her body flickered like a ghost as she leapt over the spiders and headed straight for the cave exit.

The cave was dim and winding.

Sensing the spiders pursuing closely behind, Yan Jue dared not relax. She soon reached the Medicine-Changing Pavilion.

Having counted the children here before on Suyang Tian-shi’s orders, she knew the place well.
Two steps from the pavilion door, she leapt and kicked hard.

Her past martial training had deepened her inner strength, this blow contained spiritual force from her meridians. Fierce and precise it slammed into the door.

The door burst open.

The little spiders closed in.

Yan Jue pulled out the messenger talisman left by Xue Shuangxing.

Such talismans allowed cultivators to contact one another over short distances.
Last night, Xue Shuangxing had given one to both Yan Jue and Qi Xianqing crushing it would summon her immediately.

Now was the perfect time.

Yan Jue clenched the talisman and crushed it.

Then she slammed the door shut.

The spider’s carapace was hard as iron.
Even the Ten Thousand Sword attack had left it battered but not truly harmed.

Qi Xianqing twisted her palm in the air.
Zhu Ying darted like a serpent, smashing repeatedly at the spider’s back, searching for a weak point.

Blood seeped from the spider’s back, but it remained vigorous.

“I smelled your scent earlier…”
Its eyes narrowed. “A rare celestial spiritual body.”

It raised its arms and slammed them down.

Qi Xianqing flickered out of the way, appearing five zhang away atop a rock wall.

“What speed!”

“You could’ve escaped,” the spider laughed. “Why stay and fight me? We’re of the same realm—monsters are stronger than cultivators at equal levels. Aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you?”

Qi Xianqing’s face darkened as she stared back.

Even knowing the spider was a Fourth-Realm demon, and that fighting it could end in mutual destruction, she had no intention of retreating.

It had slaughtered many innocents. If left alive, it would continue its cruelty. No one had come yet to bring it karmic retribution so she would do it herself.

The spider licked its lips.
“So fragrant… what should I do with you? Should I steam you like I did the children before…?”

Scenes of demons slaughtering mortals flashed through her mind.

Anger flickered in Qi Xianqing’s eyes.
She gripped Zhu Ying tightly.

A sharp sword gleam swept across the air above her as she hurled the blade down toward the spider, heavy with force.

The most hateful thing in this world was demons.

If demons plague the mortal world, I will never ascend.

This was the oath she once made before her master.

This spider demon had committed countless atrocities. What were injuries or bloodshed to her? She had never feared them.

The spider roared.
The ground shook violently.

Cracks spread across the earth like a shattered mirror, and scorching heat surged upward.

The webs on the ground lit with faint blue light.

Ripples shimmered through the air.

Qi Xianqing leapt, twisting her body to avoid the rising light.
She bent her knees to absorb the impact and landed shakily.

“This cave has always been mine,” the spider said smugly. “I sensed your strange behavior earlier and laid down the Purple Miasma Binding Immortal Formation. It’s designed specifically for you immortal cultivators!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the formation activated.

Qi Xianqing felt an unseen force suppress her cultivation instantly.

At the spider’s call, the small spiders at her feet began to smoke.

Toxic mist billowed through the cave.

Qi Xianqing stepped back only for the spiders to merge into an arm that grabbed her ankle.

Scent of a celestial spiritual body driving the spiders mad.
Their sharp teeth pierced her skin. Blood flowed.

Qi Xianqing released a burst of spiritual force, sending the spiders flying. She leapt upward, plunging Zhu Ying into the rock wall.

The sword lodged deeply, and she hung suspended from it.

Below, the cracked ground revealed glowing red fissures.

Molten lava churned beneath.

She hadn’t expected such scorching fire to lie beneath the cave.

Flames.
Poison.
She was cornered.

The spider followed her gaze and grinned.
“That is Red Lotus Hellfire said to be born from the Eighteenth Layer of Avici Hell. If you so much as step into it, you’ll burn to ash.”

It transformed into an old man and muttered incantations.

The Red Lotus Hellfire surged upward.

Every baby spider ignited with flame.

The temperature skyrocketed.

“I’ll deal with the other brat now,” the spider said. “If you don’t want to die quickly, stay there. The moment you approach me, my children will devour you.”

Red Lotus Hellfire.
Burns flesh outside, corrodes soul within.

Even a touch meant annihilation.

The flaming spiders roamed madly below, waiting for her to fall.

Any ordinary cultivator would freeze, not daring to move.
Using spiritual power here risked corrosion and certain death by hellfire.

Cultivators valued their lives.

The spider looked up at Qi Xianqing, still hanging motionlessly. Satisfied, it smiled picturing the feast of celestial spirit essence it would return to.

Then its smile froze.

A violent gust erupted.
Qi Xianqing leapt from the rock wall, sword raised.

Her figure arced gracefully through the air, weaving through the Red Lotus Hellfire, appearing before the spider in the blink of an eye skin pale as snow.

Zhu Ying roared like a dragon.
The spider’s eyes widened.

A deafening realization burst in its mind.

He had miscalculated.

He had barely managed to fight her earlier he had only subdued her with his trump card.

But the hellfire and poison only worked because cultivators were afraid of death.

What if this girl… didn’t fear death at all?

In his last moment, he saw beautiful waves of candle light.

Then Qi Xianqing’s strike severed both his long arms.
Her face was splattered with spider blood, her expression icy and murderous.

Little spiders leapt at her, biting her legs green poison creeping up her skin.

The spider screamed in agony and lunged.

Qi Xianqing threw her arms around it an unexpectedly soft embrace.

Zhu Ying pierced deeper, inch by inch into its joints.

“You’ll fall too if you do this!” the spider cried.

Blood streamed down her arms.
Qi Xianqing held it in an iron grip, feet braced on the ground.
With a sudden burst of strength she used a grappling throw and hurled the spider off the cliff.

At the same time, the giant spider pulled her with it.

Qi Xianqing spat blood, expression blank, slicing fiercely in midair severing the spider’s remaining arms.

The spider plummeted.

Freed, she kicked off a jutting piece of rock and leapt upward.

This cave had been sealed with restrictions. Qi Xianqing could not freely use her divine powers.
She didn’t even know how much strength she still had left in that leap.
She reached upward with all her might, trying to catch the highest protruding rock.

But just as she reached the peak of her ascent everything stopped.

Qi Xianqing had guessed correctly.

Her jump wasn’t strong enough.

She plummeted straight down, and beneath her feet blazed the raging Red Lotus Hellfire.

“Pa…”

Something flashed past her eyes.

It was the immortal sword Zhu Ying.

Zhu Ying sang sharply as it cut through the poison filled air. Qi Xianqing grabbed its hilt.

The sword strained desperately to lift her upward.

Zhu Ying possessed the intelligence of a five- or six-year-old child, but it understood clearly that its master was in grave danger.
Its spiritual glow had dimmed considerably from the corrosive miasma, yet it still pulled her upward with all its might.

They rose barely an inch then the sword began to sink again.