The Cool and Aloof Immortal Master Has Fallen to the Demonic Path (Transmigration) - Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Shen Yin’s cultivation level naturally allowed her to see the root cause at a glance. She was just a little surprised that Yi Hu was afraid of the light. Although it wasn’t obvious, she indeed struggled and collapsed only when she encountered the light. The reason why this didn’t happen when she was near the array was because the array was actually protecting her. Any light source could take her life once she was away from the array, yet the Ancient Spirit Clan’s Sacred Land array was protecting a mayfly demon. This was something Shen Yin couldn’t fathom.

Seeing her added innocent and cheerful smile, she felt even more strange.

If she was in a cycle of being ‘born in the morning and dying in the evening’ every day, she shouldn’t logically smile like this about leaving.

Her body was that of a mayfly, but her soul did not seem like a mayfly’s. She was like a girl full of expectations for the vibrant world, as if she knew how happy her life would be once she escaped the ‘born in the morning and dying in the evening’ cycle.

There was another unexplainable thing: yesterday, she walked towards the moon, which suggests she was afraid of moonlight too. Or was it just that she had reached the time of her evening death?

Keeping her by her side might be a good idea. If she were to become a menace, she could be promptly executed by her sword.

Yi Hu hugged Shen Yin’s arm, eager to close the distance between them, unaware that Shen Yin was already contemplating slaying her.

The Immortal Spirit Sect was once the foremost sect in the world, with its disciples dedicated to subduing demons, vanquishing evil, and punishing the wicked. After two attacks by the Demonic Sect and the defection of many elders and followers, the sect gradually declined. The current world of immortal cultivation was no longer dominated solely by the Immortal Spirit Sect. The rise of the Medicine Sect and the Fengling Valley implicitly created a tripartite balance of power, yet the internal struggles within the Immortal Spirit Sect persisted despite this crisis.

Yi Hu hid in Shen Yin’s sleeve, holding her breath, carefully observing the sect that the book described as the former foremost sect in the world. She felt it lacked the profound heritage and grand scale she had imagined.

The massive martial arts training ground had only a handful of people. The scattered movement of the blue robes made Yi Hu feel a sense of desolation.

However, the swirling dust between the sword techniques did not stain the blue robes at all. The swordsmanship, rising into the air and radiating light, was quite breathtaking to behold.

The leading disciple immediately stopped upon seeing Shen Yin and respectfully called out: “Elder Shen!”

Shen Yin nodded to acknowledge them: “Carry on.”

Shen Yin governed the southeast territory, and her residence was also in the southeastern part of the Immortal Spirit Sect. Shen Yin took her back to her courtyard. The courtyard wasn’t large but was fully equipped, with two green bamboos planted within. Yi Hu momentarily lost her focus and was shaken out. She transformed into a human form and fell to the ground, rolling twice before stabilizing herself. She happened to bump into one of the green bamboos. The bamboo branches drooped slightly, and a crisp green leaf landed on her nose, feeling cool and faintly fragrant.

Yi Hu instinctively reached out to pluck the bamboo leaf, but before her index finger could touch it, she was repelled by an invisible force. The bamboo shook, and more leaves fell, accompanied by a faint, silver-bell-like laughter, like the giggling of a half-grown child. Yi Hu felt cold sweat pouring down her spine. She trembled and bit her lip, angrily shouting: “Who is it?”

No one answered, but the laughter became more unrestrained.

Yi Hu felt like crying. She slightly curled up, looking at Shen Yin. Shen Yin was not far from her, but her feet seemed rooted to the spot, unable to move.

“Immortal Master, save me.”

Shen Yin lightly waved her long sleeve. She was lifted by a gentle force and landed steadily in front of Shen Yin. Shen Yin’s eyes, usually as cold as ice and snow, showed a momentary flicker of emotion: “You are at least a transformed demon. How can you be so frightened by a bamboo that has just gained sentience?”

She heard the disdain!

Shen Yin shouldn’t judge her by her own standards, should she? She was just an ordinary person who, after transmigrating, became a demon with no power to restrain a chicken, without any extraordinary abilities. It’s normal to be afraid, isn’t it?

But she was the compassionate Bodhisattva who saved those in distress, and since she had saved her, everything she said was right.

Yi Hu wisely did not refute Shen Yin. Her gaze fell on the green bamboo again. The bamboo’s straight body was a crystalline green, lighter in color than ordinary green bamboos. Its leaves were a bluish-green, emitting a faint light. The bamboo’s body swayed, as if mocking Yi Hu’s weakness and cowardice. Yi Hu gritted her teeth, rushed forward, and stared at the green bamboo: “Why did you try to hurt me in secret!”

“Wuwuwu…” The bamboo leaves gently rustled, emitting a child-like weeping sound.

Yi Hu felt a chill in her heart. She was scared but didn’t want Shen Yin to look down on her, so she straightened her posture and maintained her composure: “Don’t think I won’t settle the score with you just because you pretend to be mute!”

Shen Yin’s eyelid twitched: “It has just gained sentience and cannot speak yet.”

Yi Hu sharply turned her head, and she understood the speechlessness in Shen Yin’s eyes.

Oh, no… Shen Yin probably thinks I’m a complete idiot!

No, maybe a silly demon.

It’s all the fault of this bamboo demon!

She glared at the green bamboo with suppressed anger. The green bamboo, having gained spirit, bent a branch slightly, wrapping it around Yi Hu’s arm. The bamboo leaves gently tickled Yi Hu’s palm, as if showing goodwill, accompanied by a child’s laughter. Since Shen Yin had pointed it out, she imagined the green bamboo before her as a child.

The green bamboo’s nascent sentience was like a new life.

She, with her ‘born in the morning and dies in the evening’ cycle, was newly reborn today, but she was also quite opportunistic.

Yi Hu was originally a very easily appeased person, adhering to the principle of “when in Rome, do as the Romans do.” Since she had arrived here, she should adapt to all the strange phenomena. The green bamboo before her was the first step in integrating into this world. As the bamboo leaf lightly tickled her palm, she simply grasped the leaf: “From now on, we are friends.”

The green bamboo didn’t seem to understand, its greenish body wiggling. The sections of the bamboo pole swayed due to the wiggling, making Yi Hu worry that it might snap right there.

Fortunately, it didn’t. The green bamboo suddenly emitted a strong green light, and the tips of its leaves became even more vibrant and crystalline. As the green light dimmed, a branch wrapped around Yi Hu’s palm. After it withdrew the branch, Yi Hu’s palm held a crystalline green bead.

The green bead was round and sparkling, with the shadow of a bamboo leaf at its center. Yi Hu held the bead, feeling at a loss: “Immortal Master.”

She didn’t know what it was, but it felt warm to the touch, like holding a piece of warm jade.

Shen Yin was somewhat surprised. She glanced at the green bamboo, then slowly turned her back: “It has given its spiritual essence to you. You must protect it until it transforms into human form in the future.”

Yi Hu was someone who had read the original work, and with Shen Yin’s guidance, she understood a little. Everything has a spirit. After the initial sentience, spiritual essence is produced. The spiritual essence is the source of a demon’s being. Once the spiritual essence dissipates, the demon ceases to exist. This green bamboo had essentially entrusted its life to her.

As for what Shen Yin said, the book described two methods for a demon to transform into human form. One was to shapeshift into someone else’s appearance, and the other was to cultivate into a human form by oneself. The former was easier, but there were rules in the human and demon realms: to gain long-term ownership of the shapeshifted appearance, the demon had to fulfill a wish for that person, making them willingly exchange their appearance for the demon’s. The latter not only took a long time but also had many uncertainties: the result was either incredibly beautiful or extremely ugly.

At the beginning of the original work, the female lead’s official partner wanted the appearance of Shulan, the Demonic Sect Elder, and thus made a deal with the Demonic Sect in the Sea of Blood. Only after meeting the female lead did he change his mind and choose the latter method of transformation. Even the ancient Buddha Lotus was cautious, but this green bamboo seemed to have decided from the start to choose the difficult path of cultivating into a human form by itself. She might as well make a deal with Shen Yin. Shen Yin’s appearance was beautiful, and she also knew Shen Yin’s wish—to find Bai Ruxue’s orphaned daughter. However, the current green bamboo did not have the possibility of transforming yet. It didn’t have any role in the book, likely because by the time the female lead grew up, it was still just a bamboo with sentience. When the world fell into chaos and Shen Yin betrayed the sect, she didn’t even know if she herself would survive, so how could she have the ability to protect it?

Yi Hu held the bead, feeling it was a hot potato.

She was eager to dispose of it: “Immortal Master, can I…”

Before Yi Hu could finish her sentence, she felt a gust of wind enveloping her body. The tightly closed door suddenly flew open. As the sound of the wind faded in her ears, she had already followed Shen Yin into the house. Shen Yin’s expression was cool and indifferent: “Many people desperately seek the spiritual essence of a demon.”

“Does Immortal Master want it?” Yi Hu didn’t say much. She immediately placed the bead in Shen Yin’s palm. Her idea was simple: she lacked the ability to protect herself and might not be able to safeguard the green bamboo’s spiritual essence. Shen Yin was different. Her cultivation was unfathomable, and she was kind and beautiful. Handing over this spiritual essence to her would keep it safe until Shen Yin fell into the demonic path.

Shen Yin remained silent. She placed the green bead back into Yi Hu’s palm.

“Immortal Master.” She stared at Shen Yin, trying to find a slight change in her unchanging expression, but was met with Shen Yin’s icy gaze. She shut up and tightly gripped the green bead.

Yi Hu had learned to read expressions from a young age. She could clearly sense Shen Yin’s displeasure at her rejection of the green bead.

She needed to survive, so she naturally wouldn’t defy Shen Yin.

Yi Hu put away the green bead and asked Shen Yin: “Immortal Master, does the Immortal Spirit Sect only have so few disciples?”

She remembered the desolate scene she had just seen. Shen Yin clasped her hands behind her back, and a sigh seemed to escape: “That is only the disciples of my Hui Ling lineage.”

The Demonic Sect entered the Immortal Spirit Sect from the southeast, so the damage suffered by the southeast was naturally the greatest. The book once mentioned that during the sect martial arts competition, Shen Yin’s lineage, including the female lead, only had two people participating. It alluded several times to the decline of the Southeast Hui Ling lineage, but she didn’t expect it to be this desolate. How could those few people protect the southeast territory? Wouldn’t that mean all the hard work fell on Shen Yin?

Shen Yin also noticed her thoughts and said faintly: “The southeast territory is near the Medicine Sect, so there is rarely any trouble.”

Shen Yin’s statement about being “near” was not entirely accurate. The southeast territory was vast, and the Medicine Sect’s territory was even more expansive. There were cities under its jurisdiction. The two sects were separated by an unknown number of cities. The governance of the southeast territory was definitely not as easy as Shen Yin suggested.

There was rarely any trouble, but when there was, it was major trouble. The Ancient Spirit Clan’s extermination tragedy also happened in the southeast territory.

Speaking of the Medicine Sect, according to the book, the Medicine Sect also had someone with Ancient Spirit bloodline.

The female lead’s official partner was also in the Medicine Sect.

Yi Hu’s thoughts were scattered. Shen Yin lowered her gaze, pinched her delicate white wrist, and faint golden light scattered: “Although I promised to save you, you cannot always rely on my spiritual essence to live. I do not understand the methods of demon cultivation. I will only impart the Immortal Spirit Sect’s introductory spell to you. You should first try cultivating. If it doesn’t work, I will find another spell for you in the future.”

The golden light on her wrist began to drift upwards, transforming into a bamboo scroll in mid-air, which then changed into a golden bead and landed on Yi Hu’s forehead. The next moment, it entered Yi Hu’s body and disappeared without a trace.

“Thank you, Immortal Master.” Yi Hu closed her eyes, and the bamboo scroll reappeared and began to flip in her mind.

Before Yi Hu could marvel at the subtlety of the imparting of the spell, a clear crane cry suddenly sounded. She abruptly opened her eyes and saw Shen Yin slightly frowning, her expression grave: “The Sect Master is calling me. You should cultivate well here and must not step out of this room.”

“I will abide by the Immortal Master’s…” teachings.

Before she could finish her sentence, Shen Yin had already vanished from sight. Only the door, which opened and closed in an instant, reminded Yi Hu that Shen Yin had not disappeared into thin air.

So fast!

As expected of someone who could kill the protagonist group until only the female lead and her wife remained! However, with her here, she would definitely not let Shen Yin fall into the demonic path. But could she defeat Shen Yin?

Shen Yin’s foundation was the result of countless years of diligent practice combined with immortal opportunities. There was no way she could catch up. Right now, focusing on cultivation to save her own life was the real priority. She was a demon, and a mayfly demon at that. Without strength, she couldn’t even escape the cycle of ‘born in the morning and dying in the evening.’

Only by possessing great strength could she protect herself, and only by staying alive could she prevent Shen Yin from falling into the demonic path.

Shen Yin had already imparted the cultivation method to her. She only needed to close her eyes, and the invisible heavenly book would automatically flip through in her mind. Before she could finish reading, a strange laughter echoed in the room: “Hehehe…”

Yi Hu abruptly opened her eyes, her teeth chattering: “Who? Who is laughing?”