The Cool and Aloof Immortal Master Has Fallen to the Demonic Path (Transmigration) - Chapter 9

Chapter 9

In the dim room, only the flickering candlelight was visible. Behind the curtain, a frail figure looked like an eight-year-old child. There were clear bite marks on her jade-white arm, and beads of blood rolled out. The dripping blood was collected in golden silk, gathering drop by drop. All that remained in her vision was a shocking red. Her breathing became increasingly difficult, tears rolled down her cheeks, and she whispered a plea: “No, don’t drink my blood.”

“Heh.” A hideous face magnified several times suddenly appeared before her eyes, his beard stained with blood.

Crimson stains marked his dark grey robes, and his smile was incredibly twisted.

Shen Yin suddenly opened her eyes, cold sweat drenching her back. She slowly sat up, clutching her heart, her lips tightly pursed into an icy curve.

A frosty expression crept onto her brow. She slowly rose, sweat dripping from her sleeves, continuously falling and splashing onto the floor, announcing her turbulent state of mind. A subtle red slowly diffused at the corners of her eyes, but her heart suddenly started pounding.

She opened her palm, and a faint golden light shimmered in her hand.

Shen Yin pushed open the door. The sky, which had been bright in the daytime, was now pouring down rain at night. The heavy rain obscured the scenery before her eyes. The golden light in her eyes flickered, and her vision cleared. She clearly saw the green bamboo in the courtyard swaying endlessly under the rain’s wash. The rain was too heavy, seemingly about to break the bamboo. She waved out two golden lights to shield the green bamboo from the rain, her eyes slightly trembling: “You just gained a little cultivation yet gave away your spiritual essence. Now you even fear the rainwater.”

The green bamboo slightly shook its leaves, as if expressing its dissatisfaction with Shen Yin.

Shen Yin ignored it and walked towards another room.

Yi Hu was settled there.

Life and death are determined by fate; all things have their fixed course.

Could it be that the mayfly truly cannot escape the fate of evening death?

Yi Hu lay on the bed. The deepening sense of suffocation made her body stiffen on the bed. The outdoor light had completely darkened, and a fine, light rain was falling, dripping onto the bamboo leaves, making a clear sound. The air became damp. She slightly opened her mouth and inhaled a mouthful of moisture. Yi Hu felt her heart becoming sticky, and her breathing grew more difficult.

Suddenly, a pair of hands rested on her back, accompanied by that cool voice: “Hu’er.”

Yi Hu hadn’t experienced much warmth before. She didn’t expect to feel a touch of warmth in this place that had tormented her for so long. Shen Yin looked like unmelting ice and snow, but those with kindness in their hearts are gentle. Her eyes held compassion. She not only saved Yi Hu’s life but was also saving a lonely heart that had been solitary for over twenty years.

She turned around, and Shen Yin was lying beside her, quietly looking at her.

On the not-so-large bed, she was nestled on the inside and Shen Yin on the outside. Their distance was very close. Shen Yin’s gaze was pure and completely unmoving. Yi Hu unconsciously blushed, and her breath became warmer: “Immortal Master.”

She could only manage to call her “Immortal Master.” Although she had many more words she wanted to say, she couldn’t squeeze a single one out of her throat.

Shen Yin was beautiful. Even at such close proximity, she couldn’t find a flaw in Shen Yin. Her hair was slightly damp, and there were traces of raindrops on the tip of her nose. Due to being drenched by the rain, Shen Yin’s exquisite features became even clearer. Her dark eyebrows grew heavier in color, and frost seemed to gather between them, covering them with a layer of ice and snow. Yet, Yi Hu’s fear gradually receded. She even had the courage to scrutinize Shen Yin more closely. People tend to take an inch when given an opportunity.

There was no part of Shen Yin that wasn’t beautiful, but Yi Hu didn’t understand why immortal cultivators would be troubled by rain.

The rain outside continued to fall, making a rhythmic sound as it splashed onto the ground and stones. Yi Hu reached out but didn’t dare to get close to the goddess-like figure. She moved her back further away. The already small bed now had a small distance between the two people, forcefully created by Yi Hu. She lightly pointed to the strands of black hair touching Shen Yin’s cheek: “Can Immortals not escape the rain either?”

“Why should I escape?” Shen Yin countered with a question, her gaze slowly drifting away. Her appearance became hazy as her thoughts wandered. She seemed to be trapped in the mist. White mist emerged from the ends of her hair, and her black hair was already dry.

Shen Yin seemed to be telling her that she got wet because she didn’t hide.

Yi Hu’s eyelid twitched, still shaken by the sight before her. The rainwater on Shen Yin’s body had evaporated. Could spiritual essence and True Qi be used in this way?

Shen Yin tilted her head, listening to the rain outside, and slowly closed her eyes: “I like the rain very much.” Shen Yin’s closed eyelids trembled slightly, confessing the unease in her heart. Yi Hu felt she had a secret, that her affection for the rain had a reason, but unfortunately, she couldn’t hear it.

Yi Hu searched through all her memories of Shen Yin, especially the negative parts. After much thought, the only thing she could come up with was Mo Tianji’s poor treatment of her. But she didn’t know what that had to do with the rain. The book mentioned that because Mo Tianji treated her badly, she had barely felt any care from her master. That’s why, after taking the female lead as her disciple, Feng Lingyan and the others were worried that she wouldn’t know how to be a master. But Shen Yin was precisely good to the female lead because she had never received affection herself. She wasn’t just being the female lead’s master; she was being her own master. All the kindness she showed the female lead was the way she had longed for her master to be.

Shen Yin’s kindness to the female lead, though partly due to the good karma established by Bai Ruxue, was more so due to her own emotional void.

The beautiful, powerful, and tragic white moonlight master. She had clearly escaped Mo Tianji, yet was eventually dragged into the demonic path by him.

Mo Tianji truly haunts her.

Yi Hu suddenly extended her arm towards Shen Yin’s lips: “Immortal Master, do you want to drink my blood?”

Shen Yin opened her eyes and glanced at her: “En?”

“Zi Ying said my blood is a great tonic. Maybe if you drink my blood, your cultivation will increase greatly.”

She remembered Zi Ying’s words, and also Mo Tianji’s actions. She made a bold assumption: if Shen Yin’s cultivation was high enough, she might be able to pin Mo Tianji down and beat him up when they met. She wouldn’t have to worry about Shen Yin being misled. Although Mo Tianji didn’t use cultivation to pull Shen Yin into the demonic path, she still felt that if one’s strength was sufficient, everything else wouldn’t be a problem.

“Are you trying to lead me to the demonic path?”

“All cultivators in the world prioritize steady and practical progress. Relying on external forces is ultimately a side path. Although some break through bottlenecks with elixirs, it’s only when they face an unavoidable obstacle, except for the Medicine Sect… Logically, the human body cannot accumulate too many elixirs, but the Medicine Sect’s cultivation method is special, which is their advantage. We in the Immortal Spirit Sect are different from them, and even the Medicine Sect only relies on medicine.” At this point, Shen Yin’s brows slightly furrowed: “Only the Demonic Sect and evil spirits rely on demon blood for cultivation. You offering me your blood, are you trying to lead me to the demonic path?”

Yi Hu looked at her fair, slender arm and quickly retracted it. How could she possibly be trying to lead Shen Yin to the demonic path? She was worried about Shen Yin falling into the demonic path, which is why she thought of giving her blood to drink! It’s all Zi Ying’s fault!

She rubbed her arm: “No, I heard Zi Ying say I was some kind of spiritual medicine, a suitable vessel…”

Before Yi Hu could finish her sentence, Shen Yin interrupted her: “If you truly want to repay me, then start cultivating. When you can retain spiritual essence and True Qi within your body, I can save myself some effort.”

Her expression remained calm, showing no fluctuation.

Shen Yin didn’t mean to dislike her, but Yi Hu understood that she was a burden to Shen Yin right now. Zi Ying’s words were correct. Shen Yin had implanted spiritual essence in her body, yet she had no ability to protect herself.

If Shen Yin hadn’t returned in time to rescue her from Zi Ying, she would have fallen into Zi Ying’s belly, and Shen Yin would have been severely injured.

Shen Yin showed her compassion; she absolutely could not harm Shen Yin.

Yi Hu lost all desire to sleep: “Immortal Master, I will definitely become strong.”

As soon as Yi Hu’s words fell, two faint green wings suddenly appeared behind her. Her demonic characteristics revealed themselves again. Shen Yin’s eyebrows slightly knitted. Yi Hu looked at Shen Yin’s dark eyes with a slight embarrassed smile. At this critical moment, even her wings wouldn’t cooperate.

Shen Yin stared intently at Yi Hu’s wings. A faint light seemed to flow within the pale green. She reached out and touched Yi Hu’s wings. Sure enough, a little pale green light gently spun around her fingertip. Shen Yin calmly flicked Yi Hu’s wings, and the wings disappeared from view, vanishing without a trace. Shen Yin said faintly: “Speak to me like that again when you can control your demonic power.”

“Immortal Master, I can do it.” Yi Hu was now completely awake. She sat cross-legged, tightly closed her eyes, and began to read the Immortal Spirit Sect’s introductory cultivation method in her mind.

On one hand, she wanted to seize every moment to cultivate and repay Shen Yin, if not to protect her, then at least not to drag her down. On the other hand, she had to stand up for herself. She didn’t want Shen Yin to look down on her, even though Shen Yin didn’t have that intention.

Yi Hu began to grasp the cultivation method. Shen Yin showed no intention of leaving either.

She sat up, leaning against the bed, watching Yi Hu’s serious demeanor. Her delicate little face was etched with determination. At this moment, Yi Hu was striving to escape her predetermined fate.

The sound of the rain outside became clearer, accompanied by the echoing of a gloomy, sharp voice.

“Everything has its fixed course. This is your fate. Since the heavens chose you, you must accept your destiny.”

“Immortals transcend the mundane world, pure as clean wind and jade bone. You, with your filthy blood, are destined to be mired in the mud, to die in the jaws of evil spirits. How can you shed your mortal roots and seek the path of Immortality?”

“Even with your immense immortal power, you cannot escape the fate of becoming a vessel. Sooner or later, you will be targeted by evil spirits. At that time, your flesh and blood will be devoured, and your spiritual consciousness will be swallowed. Why bother cultivating so diligently? Do you truly believe you can escape your fate?”

“…”

Her gaze gradually turned cold, and along with the rain outside, it became increasingly like the ice and snow of deep winter, devoid of desire, sorrow, or joy, yet betraying a hint of hatred. Having hatred in one’s heart means having a heart demon. She hid it well, but when no one was looking, that immense hatred would still emerge. She was still far from being a true Immortal.

The candlelight in the room was weak, and thunder gradually boomed outside the window, as if lamenting someone’s tragic fate.

Shen Yin slowly exhaled, her gaze gradually returning to calm. Her eyes lightly shifted to Yi Hu’s wrist. Through the fine, soft skin, the veins could be seen, and hidden within the veins was blood. Her heart ached slightly, and a look of pain gradually appeared on her beautiful face. She sighed: “Hu’er, you must remember that your blood belongs only to yourself.”

Yi Hu abruptly opened her eyes, only to see a diffused crimson hue at the corner of Shen Yin’s eye. She was momentarily stunned: “Immortal Master, what did you say?”

Shen Yin stared intently at Yi Hu, then suddenly stood up. Her hands quickly summoned a golden long sword. It emerged inch by inch, glowing with golden light. Suddenly, the golden long sword rushed toward Yi Hu and hovered above Yi Hu’s head.

The sound of the sword’s humming suddenly echoed in her ears. Yi Hu was startled. She widened her eyes, looking at the golden long sword suspended above her head, and swallowed hard: “Immortal Master, what is this for?”

“This sword will fall if you fall asleep.” Shen Yin finished speaking and walked outside, leaving only an instruction: “Gather Qi in your Dantian and draw spiritual energy into your body. Cultivate well. Tomorrow morning, we will travel to Wengcheng together.”

“Hoo!”

Now I definitely won’t be sleeping.

Although she knew Shen Yin meant well, the sword hanging over her head felt exactly like a death warrant. She had just been brought back to the Immortal Spirit Sect by Shen Yin and had gone through the incident with Zi Ying. Although Shen Yin’s spiritual essence and True Qi comforted her, she was still somewhat weak from excessive blood loss. Shouldn’t cultivation be a gradual process?

But Shen Yin had already left, and asking her to retract the long sword was clearly unrealistic.

Yi Hu closed her eyes and began to try to draw spiritual energy into her body, then abruptly opened her eyes the next moment.

Did Shen Yin just say they were going to Wengcheng?

Yi Hu had a strong memory of Wengcheng because the female lead had faced hardship there.

Wengcheng was the boundary between the Medicine Sect and the Immortal Spirit Sect. It appeared peaceful, but in reality, it was a mix of good and bad elements. The female lead’s first outing for experience, after achieving some level of cultivation, was to Wengcheng. As soon as she arrived, she was robbed of all her money and was also bewitched by a succubus. If it hadn’t been for the Buddha Lotus, her life would have been in danger.

It seems this trip will definitely not be simple, even with Shen Yin’s protection…

What am I rambling about? With the two peak combat powers of the Immortal Spirit Sect traveling together, if they still encountered trouble in Wengcheng, then Wengcheng might as well be listed as the foremost power in the world.

She should worry more about what to do if Feng Lingyan discovered her before Shen Yin found a suitable opportunity.