The Cool and Aloof Immortal Master Has Fallen to the Demonic Path (Transmigration) - Chapter 20

Chapter 20

A’Ruan’s spiritual essence wasn’t stolen. It was given to her by those demons because she went out with the Spider Demon to protect them.

Even if she hadn’t raised the Spider Demon, she would still have been bad, and even without the Spider Demon, Ku Mu and his group could have found them through the Spider Demon. Wouldn’t they have followed other demons to find them?

What Ku Mu wanted was the demons’ bones and blood. He would naturally resort to any means necessary.

If she hadn’t cared about the Spider Demon and hadn’t gone out with her, those demons would have died much earlier.

This was also the law of the jungle.

A’Ruan stepped forward to protect them.

Of course, she misjudged the Spider Demon and saved her, but she had also swallowed the bitter fruit of that mistake.

She didn’t know why Zi Ying was suddenly standing up for the dead demons, but the idea of making A’Ruan die to accompany those demons was definitely wrong. Even if those demons were still alive, they might not demand A’Ruan’s life.

Since they were willing to give their spiritual essence to A’Ruan, they must have understood the life-saving grace A’Ruan extended to them.

A’Ruan was not a sinful demon; on the contrary, she was a good demon.

She shouldn’t be overlooked for all her goodness just because she was a poor judge of character.

Even if they took a step back and those demons felt A’Ruan was wrong, it should be up to them to seek her life. If their resentment was deep enough, they should have turned into vengeful spirits to kill A’Ruan swiftly, not for them to argue endlessly here.

A’Ruan could die, but she should die at the hands of the person seeking vengeance, not by being drained of fresh blood and having her flesh and bones consumed by Ku Mu. This was not just about saving A’Ruan.

They shared the same bloodline; saving A’Ruan was like saving another part of herself.

Zi Ying fell silent. She no longer intended to obstruct Yi Hu, but she still blocked Yi Hu’s path.

Just as Yi Hu was about to lose patience, Zi Ying pointed to the blood pool: “Since you’re leaving, take this with you.”

?

At a time like this, she was still thinking about A’Ruan’s blood.

“Can you stop thinking about drinking blood?”

Zi Ying turned a deaf ear. She said calmly: “This isn’t for me. You can all drink it. If you leave this here and that Daoist comes back and drinks it, it will only boost his cultivation.”

Her first sentence was wrong, but her second was reasonable.

Indeed, Ku Mu was currently fighting Feng Lingyuan and her group. He needed powerful spiritual energy to sustain himself, and A’Ruan’s blood was a great tonic for him.

If they were going to take A’Ruan away, they should also take this blood.

“But I have nothing to put it in.”

A’Ruan, lying on her back, spoke softly into her ear: “Demons all have a storage space to hide treasures. Miss Yi Hu just needs to concentrate on thinking about it.”

Yi Hu focused her mind slightly. Sure enough, the water in the pool drifted over, moving toward the space beside her, and then disappeared.

Yi Hu was slightly amazed: “How magical.”

Zi Ying no longer blocked her, transforming into a long whip and slowly floating along beside them.

Yi Hu carried A’Ruan on her back, feeling A’Ruan’s aura growing weaker and weaker. She was anxious: “Miss A’Ruan, you must hold on. Once we find the Immortal Master, you will be saved.”

A’Ruan managed a faint smile. She held no hope for survival, but meeting one last flicker of kindness at the end of her life was touching.

“Miss Yi Hu, you have a kind heart. My mother said that good demons will also have good rewards.”

Fortunately, becoming a demon had some advantages; otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to carry A’Ruan for very long in her previous life.

Now, her steps were steady.

Immortal Master, Immortal Master…

She begged Shen Yin in her heart to quickly come to her side.

Yi Hu knew she was probably sick; she was too reliant on Shen Yin. But Shen Yin was the one who could give her peace of mind.

Zi Ying, uncharacteristically, didn’t say a word and simply followed beside them. Unfortunately, Yi Hu didn’t meet Shen Yin. Instead, she saw that outwardly virtuous hypocrite.

He had returned, and she didn’t know if he came back specifically to catch them.

He looked at her and A’Ruan, raising his eyebrow with a hint of frivolity: “Trying to escape? Did you ask me first?”

Yi Hu glared at his handsome face, only feeling that there was disgusting filth crawling on it. Before she could think of how to beg Zi Ying for help, Zi Ying had already shot out, flying toward the space behind Ku Mu.

Standing behind Ku Mu was a woman in a white dress, with an aloof and immortal appearance.

Yi Hu’s eyes instantly became moist.

That woman was the Shen Yin she had been thinking about. Shen Yin looked slightly disheveled at the moment. Her dress was ripped by a sharp blade, with several cuts. Her cuff was stained with blood, and her wrist had a wound that was still dripping blood, quite conspicuous.

Following behind her was the even more disheveled Feng Lingyuan. Feng Lingyuan’s neatly tied black hair was messy, and her dress was also somewhat ragged. A patch of her snowy white skin was exposed on her arm. However, she had no new scars. The only blood on her was the blood she had previously gotten on her from Ku Mu.

Clearly, the disoriented Feng Lingyuan in the Affectionate Inducement Array had slashed Shen Yin without holding back, but Shen Yin had restrained herself and hadn’t truly harmed her.

But Feng Lingyuan had hurt Shen Yin.

Yi Hu looked at Shen Yin’s cut wrist, a pain welling up in her heart.

She didn’t know when she had developed such deep feelings for Shen Yin. Perhaps it was born from Shen Yin’s repeated acts of protection toward her.

She desperately wanted to rush over and ask, Immortal Master, does it hurt? but she was afraid Shen Yin would think she was making a fuss over nothing.

Shen Yin was a powerhouse. Powerhouses didn’t need a weak person’s pity.

Her breathing quickened, and a pang of sorrow crept into her heart. If she were strong enough, perhaps she could bear this pain for Shen Yin. She didn’t even have the qualification to repay her kindness.

Yi Hu was about to lose control and start to hate Feng Lingyuan.

Feng Lingyuan, at this moment, was holding the Passing Years Lamp. The lantern emitted a faint golden light. The originally dark red lamp handle had changed to a different color. The jade-colored handle made her jade-white hands look even fairer. The blood added a touch of demonic strangeness to the jade color.

Though disheveled, she still maintained a sense of nobility.

Upon seeing the purple whip, she questioned Shen Yin: “Senior Sister Shen, what is the relationship between this demon and you? You even lend Zi Ying to her for self-defense.”

Shen Yin smiled calmly. The purple whip was already in her grasp: “Instead of questioning me, Junior Sister, you should first capture this demon, as revenge for entering the array.”

Feng Lingyuan naturally saw Ku Mu. Prompted by Shen Yin’s words, she recalled the scenes she saw when she entered the array. Her face didn’t look good.

She had cultivated for many years, owing favors only to the Sect Master and Bai Ruxue. Her trip down the mountain this time had added a favor owed to Shen Yin. How could she maintain her impartiality as the Chief Elder in the future?

All the blame went to this Daoist demon. His cultivation was mediocre, but he was exceptionally good at setting up arrays.

Anger flared in her heart. The Passing Years Lamp shot toward Ku Mu before she did.

The Passing Years Lamp was different from Zi Ying. It had not been devoured by an evil spirit. It was a spiritual entity born from the lamp and was one with the Passing Years Lamp. It was accustomed to the fate of a spirit tool. It was a half-divine weapon that had recognized its master, so it naturally protected Feng Lingyuan everywhere.

The Passing Years Lamp’s spiritual entity was a small golden child that glowed all over, appearing for a moment and then vanishing without a trace.

Although it was only for an instant, Ku Mu saw it clearly. He was stunned until the sparks from the lamp burned his feet, bringing him back to his senses. His eyes were full of disbelief: “Passing Years Lamp, you are actually the elder of the Immortal Spirit Sect? The Immortal Spirit hides…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Feng Lingyuan was already upon him, engaging in a fight.

His moves were strange, always avoiding Feng Lingyuan’s attacks from unexpected angles.

Yi Hu was afraid of being caught in the crossfire and backed away slightly.

Due to her large movement, A’Ruan on her back let out a painful gasp. She was covered in injuries, and any movement would tear her wounds open. Yi Hu dared not move again.

Shen Yin had already arrived beside her. Zi Ying was clasped in her hand, the faint golden Karma Fire had dissipated, with only a purple whip coiled around the back of her hand. She stared at A’Ruan on Yi Hu’s back, her gaze solidifying little by little.

Yi Hu looked at Shen Yin’s wrist, her heart faintly aching. Hot tears rolled down the corners of her eyes.

Fearing that Shen Yin would notice her sentimentality, she quickly lowered her eyes. Yi Hu shifted her attention, no longer looking at Shen Yin’s wrist: “Immortal Master, please save Miss A’Ruan.”

Shen Yin gently extended a finger. Her fingertip rested on Yi Hu’s jaw. She waited for a tear to roll down Yi Hu’s delicate contour. The warm tear landed on her fingertip. Shen Yin’s cool fingertip felt a hint of warmth.

Looking at the fingertip moistened by the splashed tear, Shen Yin was slightly lost in thought: “Are you very familiar with her?”

“We just met.”

“Then why are you crying for her?”

Yi Hu was stumped by Shen Yin’s question. Why was she crying? She wasn’t usually one to cry, but since coming here, she was always crying.

Because of confusion, fear of the unknown, a sense of alienation she couldn’t adapt to, and sympathy for this Butterfly Demon.

Tears were a good way to vent, weren’t they?

She felt it was the most normal thing, but when Shen Yin asked, she felt overly sentimental.

Yi Hu hoped Shen Yin would see some good qualities in her, not just weakness and cowardice.

She didn’t know why she had such a strange idea. Perhaps it was because Shen Yin was her only support since she first arrived, and she wanted the person she cared about to discover some merits and give her praise, just like how she always wanted teachers to see her better self when she was studying.

“I won’t cry anymore, Immortal Master. Please save her. She is so pitiful.” Yi Hu sniffled, lowering her eyes slightly to hide her red-rimmed eyes.

Shen Yin didn’t understand. Was her question wrong?

What she asked Yi Hu was not the answer she gave.

Shen Yin actually wanted to ask if Yi Hu would be sad for her if she was also injured one day. But she was already injured, wasn’t she?

Shen Yin raised her wrist. It was the wound slashed by the crazed Feng Lingyuan. The bleeding had stopped, but her cuff was completely stained with red. She was the one Shen Yin brought out. Yi Hu couldn’t care about a Butterfly Demon but not care about her.

Shen Yin could feel her thoughts gradually drifting off, but she couldn’t control this strange thought.

She raised her wrist, the injury lingering in Yi Hu’s sight.

She made Yi Hu see her injured wrist more clearly, but still didn’t receive Yi Hu’s concern.

Yi Hu should have said something, but Yi Hu spoke first: “Immortal Master, she is also a Vessel Body. She was imprisoned by that demon Daoist for ten years, and her bones and blood have been severely damaged.”

Vessel Body!

She was also a Vessel Body.

Shen Yin’s gaze finally settled on A’Ruan.

A’Ruan’s pale skin was covered in knife scars, and the exposed skin had signs of being dug out. In some places, pale white bone was visible. Her shoulder and calf were punctured, and some areas were still bleeding…