The Cool and Aloof Immortal Master Has Fallen to the Demonic Path (Transmigration) - Chapter 21

Chapter 21

A’Ruan was a Vessel Body whose blood had been consumed and flesh eaten, just like her.

Yes, just like her.

Shen Yin had a secret: she was also a Vessel Body, and her blood had also been consumed and flesh eaten by someone. However, she was luckier than A’Ruan; she met a true Immortal.

That was the previous Sect Master of Immortal Spirit Sect—Jing Shu. It was Jing Shu who saved her life and stopped the wicked deed.

Shen Yin had been saved before, so she should save A’Ruan now.

She should show her compassion; they shared the same fate.

But watching Yi Hu carrying A’Ruan on her back and shedding tears for her, Shen Yin felt a little displeased.

Jing Shu once said that anyone who hasn’t attained the Dao and ascended to become an immortal cannot escape the mortal world. In the mundane world, the word “love” hurts people the most; once you start caring, you lose your rationality.

She was just a bit more severe.

Her mental state began to undergo some subtle changes, and some past memories began to erode her rationality.

“Shen Yin, I saved you, you should repay me. Compassion and saving the world without seeking anything in return are empty words.”

“You have no family. I saved you, I raised you. Even if I took your life, it would be right.”

“I saved you, yet you side with Jing Shu. Do you really think she’s something good? This Sect Master position should have been mine.”

“Shen Yin, let me teach you a lesson today: If a person doesn’t look out for themselves, Heaven and Earth will destroy them…”

Shen Yin hated Mo Tianji very much, but she was always influenced by him, and even her selfish behaviors sometimes moved closer to his.

In Shen Yin’s heart, Yi Hu was already her private property. She saved her, so she should repay her.

She saved her, so she should rely on her, having no relatives or friends.

Yi Hu didn’t need to care about others; she could only care about her.

Shen Yin had never been favored. She had no parents since she could remember. She was a little beggar, picked up by Mo Tianji and brought back to Immortal Spirit Sect at the age of five.

She was still lonely at Immortal Spirit Sect. Mo Tianji didn’t allow her to get close to her other senior brothers and sisters. As for the only people she could get close to:

Her Master belonged to Bai Ruxue. Although Jing Shu was good to her, she belonged to Shen Yuehua. Bai Ruxue was also good to her, but she was good to everyone. Her kindness toward her was more the pity shown by someone who was favored to a little beggar.

Shen Yuehua was also very kind, but after Feng Lingyuan arrived, she spent almost all her free time with Feng Lingyuan. The number of times she spoke to her in a whole year was negligible.

Actually, she really disliked Feng Lingyuan.

Zi Ying was hers, having recognized her as master, but she only wanted to devour her master every day.

Perhaps her fate was genuinely bad.

She finally picked up a mayfly, only for her to go and care about others.

They might not be any more miserable than her, so why should she save her?

No, this is wrong.

All the ideas Mo Tianji instilled in her were wrong. Mo Tianji was a bad person.

Another voice appeared in Shen Yin’s memory, the voice of Jing Shu, the previous Sect Master of Immortal Spirit Sect.

“Yin’er, the Grand Dao has three thousand paths, and all things have cause and effect. We seek the Immortal Dao and the consequences of our actions, and we especially value serendipity. Immortals have kindness in their hearts and compassion for all living things. Have you heard of To become an Immortal, one must first save a spirit?”

“Living beings are not just humans; they also include demons and souls. To seek the Immortal Dao, one must have good thoughts in their heart.”

“Yin’er, I hope you wholeheartedly pursue kindness and walk the righteous path. Both you and Yuehua grew up under my watch. As much as I care about Yuehua, I also care about you. I hope you do well, and I hope you don’t learn from your master. He is not good, but you should always be good.”

“…”

“Sect Master…” She muttered in a daze.

Her hand slowly reached toward A’Ruan. She helped A’Ruan off Yi Hu’s back, and compassion gradually appeared in her eyes.

Jing Shu once saved her from suffering. She remembered Jing Shu’s words very firmly. She should be a good person. Since she was seeking immortality, she should save the world.

Jing Shu often said that good people are rewarded. The more kindness she retains, the smoother her path of cultivation will be.

She has to save A’Ruan.

She should save her.

Shen Yin channeled faint spiritual energy toward A’Ruan’s body. Her bones were mostly shattered, her flesh and blood were depleted, and her spiritual essence was mostly broken. Even an immortal would have difficulty saving her.

The lineage of Immortal Spirit Sect can be traced back ten thousand years, and its knowledge is very profound. She had no immediate solution now and could only pin her hopes on the Immortal Spirit Sect’s Sutra Repository.

Shen Yin circulated the spiritual energy around her body, sealing A’Ruan’s meridians and the remaining spiritual essence: “Her injuries are too severe. I will first seal her last breath. We will think of a way after taking her back to Immortal Spirit Sect.”

She also sealed A’Ruan’s five senses. Losing the sense of pain was undoubtedly a relief for A’Ruan.

A’Ruan respectfully thanked Shen Yin: “Thank you, Immortal Venerable.”

The two arms she raised had very little skin remaining. It was as if she raised two bones. Shen Yin slightly averted her gaze. Her heart was fundamentally benevolent, but her inner demons were deep, and she couldn’t help it.

Shen Yin remembered herself. The self that was rescued by Jing Shu was also this miserable. She was just a little luckier. Mo Tianji was, after all, the Chief Elder of Immortal Spirit Sect. Immortal Spirit Sect upheld the righteous path. Fearing that others would see the wickedness he was hiding, Mo Tianji mostly drank her blood and rarely ate her flesh.

But that was still a painful memory for her.

Thank Jing Shu for saving her.

Thinking of Jing Shu, after Jing Shu disappeared six years ago, she completely lost the person she could confide in about her inner secrets. Without Jing Shu’s guidance, her inner demons seemed to be increasing day by day.

Perhaps she shouldn’t have saved Yi Hu.

Initially, she only wanted to investigate the secret on her body, but as time passed and she learned that Yi Hu was also a Vessel Body, things changed.

Her weakness and her reliance on her—Shen Yin could easily see her past self.

Before she grew up, she was even weaker.

Shen Yin’s protection of Yi Hu was instinctive, and it also stemmed from the past. She wasn’t saving Yi Hu as much as she was saving her past self.

The role she played in Yi Hu’s life seemed to be the salvation she had desperately longed for.

Gentle and doting—that was the rescue she wanted for herself.

It wasn’t that Jing Shu wasn’t good; it was just that Jing Shu was good to everyone.

Shen Yin clearly knew that she was overly extreme. She seemed too eager to need something that belonged only to her to escape the past.

Being too eager would lead her astray.

Yi Hu sympathizing with the weak was a good thing, but Shen Yin’s thoughts kept going in the wrong direction, which was fundamentally incorrect.

Yi Hu didn’t know what Shen Yin was thinking. She was still happy that Shen Yin agreed to save A’Ruan, not only because A’Ruan could be saved, but also because Shen Yin was genuinely moved by her words. Did that mean she was gradually becoming important to Shen Yin?

“A’Ruan, I told you the Immortal Master would save you. The Immortal Master is the best.”

Yi Hu’s unreserved praise brought a subtle smile to Shen Yin’s face.

“Thank you, Miss Yi Hu.” A’Ruan was a clever demon.

She did see compassion in Shen Yin’s eyes, but that compassion seemed to be only directed at Yi Hu.

Shen Yin was tolerant and benevolent toward Yi Hu. She was saving her not because she was miserable, but because of Yi Hu.

If it weren’t for Yi Hu, she probably wouldn’t have saved her.

A’Ruan was also a demon who understood the situation. She entrusted her gratitude to Yi Hu.

Perhaps Yi Hu didn’t lie to her, and Shen Yin was truly compassionate and generous, but that generosity might not include demons.

A’Ruan actually understood that although these cultivators constantly spoke about taking on the responsibility of saving all living beings in the world, in their eyes, only those who were defenseless humans counted as “living beings.”

They had prejudice against demons.

Just like how Ku Mu, for his self-interest, would describe her as an evil demon and call his former comrades-in-arms, with whom he shared life and death, “devils,” eager to eliminate them quickly.

Among the demons who entered the sects, no matter how powerful, how many went in as ordinary disciples? Most were refined into mounts.

Not all demons were as lucky as Yi Hu.

However, A’Ruan wasn’t jealous.

She thought Yi Hu was a good demon, and she deserved good fortune.

When A’Ruan smiled, it pulled at her broken skin. She looked like a shattered clay doll, ready to fall apart with any movement.

The skeleton supporting her body must be falling apart.

The scenes unfolding before her were heartbreaking. Yi Hu squatted down, touching A’Ruan’s hand back with a touch of pity: “Miss A’Ruan, hold on a little longer.”

It was a perfectly normal comforting gesture. As Shen Yin watched, another voice suddenly began to contend with her in her mind.

A deeper pain confined her, as if a dull knife was continuously scraping at her heart.

“Don’t be foolish. She doesn’t think you’re good. She wants to trick you into saving that Butterfly Demon. They are all demons, they are of the same kind, and they all want to use you.”

“Shen Yin, good people don’t get good rewards. Look, you saved Feng Lingyuan. Did she say thank you? You couldn’t bear to hurt her, but she didn’t hesitate to hurt you, aiming for fatal blows. If your cultivation wasn’t high, you would be dead by now.”

“Look at this mayfly demon again. You gave her everything, but she cried for this Butterfly Demon without even caring about your injury. You are also seriously injured. Even if you are good to her, she won’t take you seriously. She’s a demon, and you’re human. Once she becomes strong, she will eat you.”

“I know you are lonely. You want someone to accompany you, but you shouldn’t choose a demon. You are a Vessel Body and have consumed countless elixirs. Your blood is more precious than this Butterfly Demon’s blood.”

“Kill her. Keeping her will only be a burden to you. I will stay with you.”

“…”

“Stop it!” Shen Yin was furious, but the voice in her ear continued to echo.

Most cultivators have inner demons. Breaking through them leads to the Dao, but her inner demons were already deeply rooted.

It was the wicked consequence planted by Mo Tianji, and it was tormenting her.

Mo Tianji had been possessed by a demon for centuries, and she still hadn’t escaped him.

“Immortal Master…” Yi Hu had never seen Shen Yin like this. Shen Yin was like an immortal in her eyes—ethereal and indifferent, without great joy or sorrow, only benevolence and omnipotence, like a jade Guanyin statue.

But at this moment, her eyes were unfocused, her expression was painful, and she showed a hint of panic, which was heartbreaking.

She was no longer aloof; she also had her vulnerabilities.

“Immortal Master.”

Yi Hu felt a pang of concern.

She leaned in, tentatively reaching out her hand, but still lacked the courage to touch the skin she wanted to caress.

Shen Yin slowly turned her eyes back to meet hers. Seeing those blood-red eyes, Yi Hu froze momentarily. The current Shen Yin looked exactly like Feng Lingyuan when they met her outside the Affectionate Inducement Array.

A malicious aura was added to Shen Yin’s normally tranquil eyes. She parted her lips slightly: “Kill!”