The Ice-Cold Beauty Senior Sister Keeps Falling for Her Own Theories - Chapter 22

“I had misunderstood Senior Sister before, but now I realize she’s actually very kind… and… quite adorable.” Especially when she maintained a cold expression but her ears secretly turned red…

“So we made…” Feng Jie felt a bit guilty and instinctively softened the word “made,” slightly raising her tone, “up.”

“Made up?”

Wei Qing didn’t catch that she actually meant “made up,” only feeling it was strange. The phrase “made up” was far too suggestive, could it really mean what she thought?

Feng Jie blinked and nodded vigorously, “Yes!” She had originally intended to say “made up,” but upon reflection, the Feng Jie who had a strained relationship with Gongsun Muhan wasn’t her, so there was no need to talk about reconciliation. Thus, she swallowed the word “made.”

“When did you two made up?” Sure enough, no one could resist the urge to gossip. After a moment of self-reproach, Wei Qing shamelessly asked.

Though she found her senior sister’s question oddly phrased, Feng Jie thought back carefully, “Just a few days ago, beneath the Cliff of Parted Hearts.”

Wei Qing’s mind was in turmoil, this was absolutely shocking! She had to tell the other sisters later.

“Well, that’s good, that’s good.”

Seeing her barely suppressing a laugh, Feng Jie frowned and was about to ask if she had misunderstood something when her senior sister spoke first.

“Distribute these Restoring Pills to the sisters, two each. I’ll handle the Spirit Nourishing Pills.”

Distracted, Feng Jie quickly forgot the earlier incident. She stepped forward, following her senior sister, carefully counting and handing out the poured pills.

Suddenly, a commotion erupted as someone screamed not far away.

“She’s coming!”

Who? Who’s coming? Feng Jie turned to look.

A woman in black combat attire was darting toward them from the outskirts at an astonishing speed.

Gongsun Muhan also noticed the anomaly. The demonic cultivator, having broken through the encirclement of the immortal sect disciples, wasn’t fleeing but instead pressing toward the inner gates, clearly, something was amiss.

She could no longer hide her cultivation level. Quickly forming hand seals, she prepared to summon the Bixin Sword to finish off the troublesome demonic beasts. But then, remembering Feng Jie’s earnest plea when she tugged at her sleeve, Gongsun Muhan lowered her long lashes and sighed softly, changing her approach.

Using her blood, she drew talismans, infusing the lethal symbols into the purple spiritual energy she summoned with a raise of her hand.

Nearby, Qing Fengwan saw several streams of spiritual energy, shimmering with strange light, shoot like arrows straight into the gaping maws of the demonic beasts.

In an instant, the roaring beasts, oblivious to their impending doom, dissolved into clouds of blood and demonic mist without even a chance to scream, scattering with the wind.

Qing Fengwan’s heart skipped a beat. If she wasn’t mistaken, the spiritual energy Gongsun Muhan had unleashed was purple, not only had her cultivation fully recovered, but she had also broken through the blue stage and reached the early purple stage.

“You…”

Before she could voice her confusion, she could only watch Gongsun Muhan’s retreating figure as she chased after the demonic cultivator.

The woman in black combat attire was none other than the leader of the demonic cultivators’ assault on the Bixia Sect, Xie Qisang.

This time, she led the demonic cultivators and beasts to attack the Bixia Sect, all to cover for her brother, Xie Zhi.

She had made a promise to her brother: if he did not appear, she would not retreat and would definitely hold back the people of Bixia Sect for him.

However, the current situation was something she had not anticipated.

In her initial plan, the demonic cultivators she led would have more than enough strength to hold back the disciples and elders of Bixia Sect, if not completely overpower them.

Who would have thought that Bixia Sect had gathered members from the seven major immortal sects? Had someone from their demonic ranks leaked the information prematurely?

Moreover, the sudden appearance of auspicious clouds over Lixin Cliff had drawn the attention of those old fools from the immortal sects. She had no idea whether her brother’s mission was proceeding smoothly…

Now, the forces she had brought with her were nearly depleted. But no matter what, she had to continue buying time for her brother, this was a strict order from their father.

Holding back the immortal sect members at the mountain gate alone was utterly impossible. The only option now was to rely on her demon realm’s secret formation, the Bone-Sacrifice Rift Formation, to have even a sliver of hope.

This formation required the caster to offer themselves as a sacrifice, absorbing the life force of all living beings within the formation to tear open a rift directly to the demon realm’s underworld. As long as enough life force was absorbed, she could summon more demons…

All she needed was to infuse the final drop of her bone-blood into the stone pillar at the inner perimeter of the mountain gate, and the formation’s core would be complete. The Bone-Sacrifice Rift Formation would undoubtedly activate!

Xie Qisang moved swiftly, arriving in front of Feng Jie in the blink of an eye.

Feng Jie saw clearly: Xie Qisang’s hair was tied into a neat high ponytail, with dark purple and white waves, half cascading over her chest, the other half swept up by the wind, dancing wildly.

She wore a half-mask of dark, gilded lycoris patterns, revealing only her indifferent, almost lifeless green eyes, the enchanting demonic mark on her forehead, and her sharp, cold jawline.

Suddenly, Feng Jie felt a drop of coldness brush her forehead. The strands of hair at her temples fluttered slightly, the ends just reaching the tip of her nose, when the demonic woman had already passed her and retreated to the center of the mountain gate.

Before Feng Jie could see what she intended to do next, a figure in cyan blocked her view, accompanied by the crisp, cold scent of bamboo leaves in the morning mist.

“Senior Sister?”

“Go!”

Without another word, Gongsun Muhan wrapped an arm around Feng Jie’s waist and flew away with her.

Feng Jie was slightly puzzled and struggled gently a few times.

“Don’t move.”

“Okay.”

Well, her senior sister probably wouldn’t harm her. She would wait until they stopped to ask.

Feng Jie stopped struggling and instead held onto Gongsun Muhan tightly, the wind whistling past was strangely cold.

“Rift summons soldiers, bones offered in secret prayer, nothing shall evade, with this body, I humbly request the formation’s rise!”

At the same time, many immortal sect disciples sensed something amiss and, as if by tacit agreement, channeled their spiritual energy to speed up their retreat from the mountain gate. After all, Xie Qisang was the daughter of the Demon Lord and one of the ten great stewards of the demon race, her strength and methods were not to be underestimated.

Xie Qisang soared into the air and shouted, “Bone-Sacrifice Rift Formation, arise!”

As her sharp cry echoed, the entire mountain gate formed a circle from its outer edges, solidifying into barriers tinged with bloody hues and demonic energy.

Twelve formation pillars instantly erected crimson beams of light. Everyone looked up to see a massive formation materializing overhead, its patterns shifting and flowing, transforming into countless blood vessel-like textures…

None of the immortal sect members had expected that she would go so far as to sacrifice herself.

At the same time, many were filled with regret. Due to their carelessness, even those who had immediately tried to flee upon hearing the incantation had failed to escape the formation.

Except for Gongsun Muhan and Feng Jie.

“Witch!”

“How dare you use such an inhumane formation…”

Xie Qisang paid no heed to the curses from those trapped in the array. Instead, her gaze fell upon the only two who had managed to escape her formation.

Gongsun Muhan met her mocking eyes.

“Staring at others like that is impolite.”

Gongsun Muhan had no intention of responding. With a cold glance at the people trapped in the formation who were pleading for her help, she tightened her arm around Feng Jie and turned to leave.

Xie Qisang seemed indifferent to her own flesh and blood being drained away and her skin gradually withering, as if she felt no pain. She curled her lips into a smile directed at Feng Jie, who was held in Gongsun Muhan’s embrace, a smile so striking it made the bright red spider lily on her mask seem dull in comparison.

“So, you… won’t be leaving.”

The moment the words fell, Gongsun Muhan felt her grip loosen. Feng Jie flew straight toward the formation, and on her forehead, a drop of blood-red light suddenly appeared.

Gongsun Muhan rushed after her but was blocked by the barrier surrounding the array.

Undeterred, she raised her hand and unleashed dozens of spiritual energy attacks, slamming them heavily against the blood-tinged, flowing barrier.

“Ah!!” Feng Jie felt herself swept up by a tremendous force of suction. Before she could even struggle, she found herself beside the demonic cultivator.

“Shabi, Shabi! What’s going on?”

Shabi, nestled within her consciousness, opened its drowsy eyes and glanced at the surroundings before mumbling softly, “Don’t worry, you won’t die.”

With that, Shabi turned over and went back to sleep.

“You’re not lying to me, are you? Shabi!”

Shabi ignored her.

Seeing this, Feng Jie could only roll her eyes inwardly and mutter under her breath, You really can sleep through anything.

The system shouldn’t be lying to her, there was no point in deceiving her. But she wouldn’t die? Why? Could it be the system’s doing…? Regardless, Feng Jie felt a slight sense of relief.

Just then, Xie Qisang turned her head and cast a casual glance at her. “Let’s start with you.”

As she spoke, a brilliant red light erupted from Xie Qisang’s body as she intensified the sacrifice of herself.

Simultaneously, Feng Jie felt something draining from her body. She began to grow numb and stiff, her consciousness gradually fading…

“Little Junior Sister!”

“Witch, release our Little Junior Sister!”

“If you have the guts, come at us! Bullying our Little Junior Sister is nothing to boast about…”

One after another, nearly all the disciples of Bixia Sect stepped forward. Many even abandoned using their spiritual energy to defend themselves, preferring to let the blood threads descending from the formation drain their life force, just to channel their spiritual energy to Feng Jie.

Feng Jie felt several warm streams of energy flowing into her, and her body gradually began to thaw.

They’re so good to me… She turned her head to look at her senior sisters and brothers from Bixia Sect on the ground.

And there, not far away, was the head senior sister. Her eyes were slightly closed, and she was murmuring something under her breath. Beneath the thin veil of her outer robe, her slender, pale arms revealed a faint, shadowy mark. She…

Blood Sacrifice Technique!

Panic surged in Feng Jie’s heart. Using the last bit of her strength, she shouted in Gongsun Muhan’s direction, “Senior Sister, don’t harm yourself, don’t…”

Don’t save me.

Thud!

Even with the infusion of spiritual energy helping her hold on for a moment, everyone was trapped within the formation, and their spiritual power was truly limited. They simply couldn’t save Feng Jie.

The groggy sensation washed over her once more. Before she could finish speaking, she could no longer hold on, she needed to sleep.

At the final moment before her consciousness came to a standstill, she heard the system’s voice again.

[Evil Intent Value increased by 10 points. Current value: 78 points.]