The Cool and Aloof Immortal Master Has Fallen to the Demonic Path (Transmigration) - Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Yi Hu waited until her feet found support before slowly recovering her composure.

Skeletal remains, scattered everywhere.

Heads and bodies were separated. Skulls were stacked on a raised platform, one after another, built into a white wall. Blue baskets were suspended from the wall, and red liquid seeped out, dripping onto the bone frames.

The platform holding the skulls was constructed from white bones laid horizontally on the gravel. The white bones were sprinkled with pale gold powder, which concealed shattered fine bones underneath. None of the bones visible were intact, and the owners of the bones must have experienced untold agony during their lives.

This arrangement looked like some kind of sacrifice. A tearing, hoarse sound drilled out from between the bones, harsh and unpleasant.

Yi Hu raised her hand to cover her ears. The scene before her suddenly changed. It was no longer a field of white bones, but a willowy, graceful woman. She wore a thin gauze skirt, her skin like congealed cream, her soft curves revealed completely. She gradually moved forward, and drops of water rolled down her fingertips. Yi Hu subconsciously retreated, hitting the stone pillar behind her and falling to the ground. The woman’s steps quickened, and she instantly closed in. Yi Hu finally saw her face clearly.

Shen Yin!

Who else could it be but Shen Yin with those cold, gentle features? But she was different from Shen Yin. There was no compassion in her eyes, only greed. Her eyes shone with a faint light, a fusion of desire and allure.

She was Shen Yin, yet she didn’t seem like Shen Yin.

She, she looked like a Shen Yin who had fallen into the demonic path.

Yi Hu was terrified and uneasy. She didn’t understand the circumstances of the scene before her. After Shen Yin forcefully brought her into the manor, she only felt a flash before her eyes and a lightness in her body. When she opened her eyes, she was here.

Her intuition told her that this was not Shen Yin, and she had to escape, but her body was paralyzed. Yi Hu was so anxious that sweat beaded on her forehead.

The woman stopped in front of her. Yi Hu looked up at her. The woman slightly extended her hand, and the drops of water on her fingertips fell into Yi Hu’s eyes. Her vermilion lips slightly parted: “Hu-er.”

The tone was the same. Yi Hu was momentarily lost in a trance: “Immortal Master!”

Yi Hu slightly raised her hand. A drop of water from the woman’s fingertip landed exactly on the back of Yi Hu’s hand. Suddenly, a clearer, colder voice sounded in her ear: “Hu-er.”

A moment of clarity finally returned to Yi Hu’s mind. She suddenly shouted: “Immortal Master!”

The scene before her shifted. She saw the grim white bones again. By her side was no longer the bewitchingly alluring Shen Yin, but the real Shen Yin, who looked at her with clear, composed eyes: “It’s good that you’re awake.”

Seeing Yi Hu conscious, Shen Yin sighed in relief.

She turned around, her gaze falling upon the white bones. Her expression instantly froze, and she spoke faintly: “Wicked intentions.”

Yi Hu recovered her senses. She gently touched the back of her hand. There were no traces of water, which reminded her that everything just now was an illusion. Shen Yin was still the same high and untouchable snow lotus, difficult to pluck.

How strange. What am I daydreaming about.

She calmed herself before asking Shen Yin: “Immortal Master, what happened to me just now?”

“You mistakenly entered an array.”

Yi Hu redirected her gaze to the white bones. She had said that these white bones looked like some kind of sacrifice. It turned out to be an array. The person who set up this array was truly skilled; it was an array within an array.

However, just as Shen Yin said, he was a person with wicked intentions, pulling the entire Urn City into the array for his selfish desire, and using the bones of the dead to set up the array… She didn’t know how many lives this involved.

She regretted following them. She couldn’t help at all and was only causing trouble for Shen Yin.

“Immortal Master, it’s all my…”

Before she could say the word ‘useless,’ Shen Yin interrupted: “It’s not your fault. He used the bones and blood of cultivators to set up the array, drawing spirits to make banners. Even those with profound cultivation would find it hard to resist.”

The book once wrote that after stepping onto the path of cultivation, one’s body is fundamentally changed, and the higher the cultivation, the more valuable the bones and blood become. This is why the monsters of the Demon Sect like to consume human and demon flesh.

These bones and blood surprisingly belonged to cultivators. The person who set up this array was truly capable. One must know that aside from some rogue cultivators, most cultivators have sects backing them. He had caused the deaths of so many cultivators and yet hadn’t been wiped out by the sects.

Yi Hu recalled the scene in the inn. Perhaps no one had found his hiding place yet, as not everyone knew the Immortal Spirit Sect’s Guiding Method.

He hid himself in the array, surely understanding that once exposed, it would be difficult to survive.

However…

Yi Hu’s gaze slowly shifted to Shen Yin’s back. She still couldn’t help but ask Shen Yin: “Immortal Master, why are you fine?”

“This array is named ‘Affectionate Inducement’ (Yin Qing). Among all living beings, only the word ‘sentiment’ leads to obsession and suffering. Regardless of the connection, as long as there is sentiment, there is love. Love is the flaw, which can lead one to fall into the demonic path. But this only works on those who have sentiment. The deeper the love, the deeper one falls into the array.”

“Without desire and love, one is naturally unaffected.”

Her words were utterly indifferent, reminding Yi Hu that she was a heartless person.

However… the hand she lightly clenched suggested to Yi Hu that Shen Yin was hiding some emotion.

In fact, she had read the original book. Even if Shen Yin had no love in her heart, she should have hatred. If she didn’t hate Mo Tianji, she wouldn’t have been led into the demonic path.

But Yi Hu didn’t delve deeper.

She had secrets, and Shen Yin had secrets. This seemed fair.

Then, did seeing Shen Yin in the illusion just now prove that she cared about Shen Yin? In a very short time, she had developed a reliance and attachment to this Lady Buddha, Shen Yin.

It was only human nature; she should indeed care about Shen Yin.

Shen Yin had saved her.

Yi Hu understood the concept of repaying kindness.

Shen Yin’s dark eyes stared at the white bones. Her hands slightly formed a hand seal. She took a step closer to the white bones. A faint golden light instantly flowed through her eyes. Golden flame suddenly appeared on her fingertip, flying toward the white bones. Before it could land on the white bones, the golden flame slowly disappeared.

“I actually can’t break this array.”

Not only Shen Yin, but even Yi Hu was stunned.

One must know that the Golden Phoenix Karma Fire was most effective against wandering spirits and evil entities.

The last time Shen Yin used this fire to burn Zi Ying, Yi Hu was too terrified by Zi Ying to remember. But now, she recalled. This was the Golden Phoenix Karma Fire that Jing Shu had left for Shen Yin.

A thousand years ago, Jing Shu encountered a dying golden phoenix when passing through a desolate area. She followed the phoenix for over a month until it naturally passed away. The golden fire from the divine bird’s falling place completely incinerated the phoenix, leaving only two seeds of fire. Shen Yin brought the fire seeds back to the sect and occasionally discovered that the Golden Phoenix Karma Fire had an extraordinary suppressive effect on ghosts, evil spirits, and consciousness-based demons. She originally intended to keep one fire seed for herself and give the other to her precious disciple, Shen Yuehua.

It was precisely at this time that Mo Tianji found and presented Zi Ying to Shen Yin. At that time, Shen Yin was young and her cultivation was still weak. She couldn’t suppress the half-divine weapon that had been devoured by an evil spirit. Seeing that her soul was about to be devoured by the half-divine weapon, Jing Shu gave her one Golden Phoenix Karma Fire seed. Fearing that others might steal it, she planted it directly into Shen Yin’s body and taught her how to use it, thus suppressing Zi Ying.

The other fire seed was left for Shen Yuehua before Jing Shu disappeared. However, Shen Yuehua’s yin-dominant constitution, with its extreme cold power, made it difficult to use the Karma Fire. Shen Yuehua rarely used it.

Later, Shen Yuehua gave it to the female lead, but the female lead already possessed the Buddhist Lotus Holy Fire and didn’t really need it.

In fact, she shouldn’t have given it away. If she hadn’t given it to the female lead, she wouldn’t have been seriously injured by Shen Yin and died at the hands of a vengeful spirit later on.

Keeping the Golden Phoenix Karma Fire could save her life in a critical moment, but by then, Feng Lingyuan’s death had already severely damaged her body. Even if she returned to the sect, she probably wouldn’t have much time left.

The Ancient Spirit Twin-Born clan were always born and died together, with absolutely no possibility of one surviving alone. When the Ancient Spirit clan was wiped out, by the time the Immortal Spirit Sect arrived, only a scene of utter devastation remained. Jing Shu had received a kindness from the former Ancient Spirit clan leader years ago. She had long known that the Ancient Spirit clan resided in the Immortal Spirit territory and had always intentionally protected them. She was naturally heartbroken by the clan’s extermination.

When she found Feng Lingyuan, Feng Lingyuan was lying on the ground, clinging to life, holding the Ancient Spirit clan leader’s seal. Beside her was her companion spiritual flower, but that spiritual flower had already died. Feng Lingyuan had survived for a while by relying on the spiritual energy of the clan leader’s seal. Jing Shu, feeling guilty for not saving the Ancient Spirit clan, was naturally unwilling to give up after fortunately finding Feng Lingyuan. She found a way to freeze the body of the dead spiritual flower and hid them in the back mountain of the Immortal Spirit Sect. Feng Lingyuan endured day after day by relying on the clan leader’s seal. Just as she was about to pass away, Jing Shu found an extremely sinister method.

Borrowing bones and blood!

She only dared to tell the matter of the Holy Spirit Flower to the disciple she raised herself, Shen Yuehua. And Shen Yuehua, as she wished, voluntarily became the sacrifice.

Jing Shu replaced the dead spiritual flower’s bloodline with Shen Yuehua’s. Shen Yuehua thus became Feng Lingyuan’s new companion flower. Feng Lingyuan successfully survived, but a fake is ultimately a fake. These costs were all manifested in Shen Yuehua’s body. Although her cultivation was profound, she was perpetually frail and sickly, constantly having to cover her face with a veil. Her originally resilient constitution also became fragile and yin-dominant, and she was afflicted with the extreme cold power of the spiritual flower, often nearly freezing herself to death.

If Feng Lingyuan died, she wouldn’t die immediately like a real spiritual flower, but her body would suffer severe damage.

However, there were still some issues she hadn’t figured out. According to the setting, Shen Yuehua couldn’t be too far from Feng Lingyuan. But Feng Lingyuan didn’t bring Shen Yuehua to the Sea of Blood. How could this be explained?

She was gradually losing focus.

Shen Yin suddenly tossed a jade token to her, snapping her out of her thoughts: “The path ahead is uncertain. Take this with you.”

Yi Hu held the jade token. The token seemed to be wrapped in a layer of warm jade. It felt warm in her hand and carried a faint fragrance, along with lingering spiritual energy. It was clearly a treasure. In the center of the jade token was the character “Yin.”

Yi Hu touched the jade token, already realizing what it was, but still asked: “Immortal Master, what is this?”

“My Elder’s Command Token. Keep it to save your life.”

“Thank you, Immortal Master.” Yi Hu naturally knew this was an Elder’s Command Token. Speaking of the Elder’s Command Token, it was a good item. Not only was it a spiritual artifact itself, but it could also be used for storage. However, it was unexpected that Shen Yin would even give this to her to save her life. She still had Shen Yin’s essential spirit source within her. Shen Yin was too kind.

Her fingertip delicately traced the texture of the jade token. There seemed to be a faint residual warmth belonging to Shen Yin. Yi Hu’s heart was filled with warmth. She couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows, a smile slowly appearing. Before she could admire the jade token enough, a long sword suddenly sliced through the air and flew toward her. The sword light flashed with cold sharpness. Yi Hu could already feel the pain of the long sword cutting her throat.

With a “Clang!” sound, the long sword wielded by Shen Yin collided with the flying long sword. The flying long sword fell to the ground.

Yi Hu had just breathed a sigh of relief when her gaze suddenly focused on the long sword. The long sword was identical to Shen Yin’s. This was a standard issue accessory of the Immortal Spirit Sect. The hilt had the Immortal Spirit Sect’s mark, easily identifiable. In this Urn City, the only people who had such a long sword were Si Furou, Shen Yin, and Feng Lingyuan.

Yi Hu was stunned. Before she could step forward to pick up the sword for a closer look, a voice suddenly sounded from behind the wall constructed of white bones: “Kill!”