The Villainous Demon Lord’s Handbook for Success: Rebirth - Chapter 12

At the same time, a white figure appeared like mist. Chu Qingqiu clenched her palms, her expression cold, as she stood with her hands behind her back, facing away from Ning Fuyi.

“Master?” Qiu Yi, whose vision had suddenly gone pitch black, finally managed to steady herself. She reached out and felt the silk ribbon on her face, yet she did not dare to untie it. She could only stand there in confusion. “Master, I…”

“I ordered you to bring her here secretly without alerting others. Is this how you avoid notice?” Chu Qingqiu said. Her voice lacked any fluctuation, but having lived with her day and night, Qiu Yi naturally detected the faint anger radiating from her. Though she didn’t understand why, Qiu Yi dared not say another word.

Chu Qingqiu lowered her eyelashes, seemingly calming her anger as she returned to her usual indifference. “Go and receive your punishment.”

Qiu Yi dared not disobey. She bowed cautiously, then vanished with a soft “clack” sound.

Ning Fuyi was even more confused than Qiu Yi, but she quickly regained her composure. She curled her lips, holding the corner of the book as if casually, and stood there in a slouching manner.

“Greetings, Sect Leader,” Ning Fuyi said with a smile.

“Dress yourself properly.” Chu Qingqiu still did not turn around, but her tone became increasingly stern. “You know I am the Sect Leader. Dressing like this, where is your sense of decorum?”

Ning Fuyi looked down at herself. Her outer garment was merely a bit translucent, and everything that needed to be covered was completely hidden; at most, an arm was exposed. Compared to the dresses she wore in the demon abyss in her previous life, this wasn’t revealing at all.

Chu Qingqiu had only lived for a few thousand years. How could she be even more of an old fogey than the Chief Elder who was about to pass away any day?

“Understood,” Ning Fuyi replied lazily. She then picked up the clothes hanging nearby. After a puff of mist, she returned to her attire from before her bath.

Hearing that she was dressed, Chu Qingqiu finally turned around and looked straight at her.

“What is that?” Chu Qingqiu’s gaze fell on the book in Ning Fuyi’s hand, her vermilion lips slightly parted.

“A storybook.” Ning Fuyi’s heart was racing, but she maintained a nonchalant expression, flippantly shaking the book.

“What kind of storybook?” Chu Qingqiu’s expression was serious.

“See for yourself.” Ning Fuyi raised the cover toward her, her eyes curving slightly. “What, is the Sect Leader also interested in this kind of storybook?”

After seeing the words on the cover, Chu Qingqiu’s expression finally crumbled for a moment. Although she quickly masked it, seeing this made Ning Fuyi feel much better.

Chu Qingqiu opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end, she said nothing. She simply averted her gaze and looked coldly into the distance.

“Come to my courtyard,” she said. Her skirt swirled with the wind as she strode away.

The moment the white figure vanished, Ning Fuyi let out a long sigh toward the sky. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and held the book to her chest, gratefully stroking the cover.

Printed there in shimmering gold ink were several large words: After Dual Cultivating with Five Immortals Simultaneously.

Fortunately, she had planned ahead. Otherwise, if Chu Qingqiu had caught her looking at a forbidden book, there would have been trouble.

However, now that Chu Qingqiu had confronted her, she could no longer escape. She could only obediently follow. She also wanted to see what Chu Qingqiu was actually up to.

In broad daylight and under the watchful eyes of heaven, she surely wouldn’t kill her to silence her, right?

The time for the Immortal Bestowal had not yet arrived, and most disciples were still at morning cultivation, so there were few people on the path. Chu Qingqiu’s robes fluttered as she strode ahead, and Ning Fuyi had to jog to keep up.

She absolutely hated her current small body. Even standing straight, her eyes could barely see over Chu Qingqiu’s shoulder. Ning Fuyi huffed through her nose as she ran.

Fortunately, Chu Qingqiu did not walk all the way to Zixia Peak. Instead, she turned into a building next to the Yunshen Hall. This building had been derelict just a few days ago, but it had been renovated as if new. Pavilions, terraces, flowers, and trees were all present. It lacked the grandeur of the Sect Leader’s sleeping quarters, but it suited Chu Qingqiu’s elegant and reclusive nature.

She crossed a stone bridge and entered the main hall directly. The hall had no doors, only a carved wooden screen. Sunlight passed through the screen, creating countless beams of light that spilled into the room.

Under the sunlight stood a vermilion-lacquered low table decorated with flowers and birds, with prayer mats laid on both sides. Chu Qingqiu sat down by the table. With a light flick of her finger, the incense on both sides ignited, emitting wisps of white smoke.

Once Ning Fuyi stepped over the threshold, she refused to go any further. She leaned warily against the screen, watching Chu Qingqiu’s movements.

“Why did you bring me here?” Ning Fuyi asked.

Hearing this, Chu Qingqiu did not say much. With a crisp wave of her sleeve, a piece of Xuan paper drifted before Ning Fuyi’s eyes. Ning Fuyi tilted her head slightly and reached out to catch it.

It was a letter. At a glance, Ning Fuyi recognized the flamboyant handwriting as Ning Changfeng’s.

“Your mother wrote to me before she passed, requesting that I teach you,” Chu Qingqiu answered.

“Requested you? To teach me?” Ning Fuyi looked at the letter suspiciously and found that Chu Qingqiu was telling the truth. The language in the letter was indeed sincere, as if Ning Changfeng knew her time was short and was making a final entrustment.

Ning Fuyi stared at those lines of text, her hands trembling slightly.

After a moment, she tossed the letter aside, appearing entirely indifferent to the words. She smiled and said, “This disciple’s cultivation is shallow and I am naturally dull. You are a dignified God-level Being, so do not waste your time on me.”

“Besides, you have never cared about me or Ning Changfeng. Why would you listen to her dying wishes now?” Ning Fuyi stared at Chu Qingqiu, her voice laced with sarcasm.

Hearing this, Chu Qingqiu’s hand holding the teacup paused in mid-air before she slowly poured the tea into her mouth.

Ning Fuyi’s fingers, hidden in her sleeves, tightened. “You could have acted as if you never saw this letter. You could have continued to treat me as nothing. You only need to focus on your righteous path and remain the supreme God-level Being loved by the people.”

Just like in her previous life.

A stinging pain came from her palm. Realizing she had lost her composure, she relaxed her hand, and a faint numbness spread from her palm.

Chu Qingqiu’s long eyelashes shielded her eyes. Her hand resting on the teacup did not move. Her fingertips seemed to tremble slightly, or perhaps Ning Fuyi’s eyes were playing tricks on her.

Just as Ning Fuyi thought she would offer an explanation or a reaction to those words, Chu Qingqiu suddenly stood up. Her eyes held no emotion, as if Ning Fuyi’s words were merely the unreasonable tantrum of a child.

Ning Fuyi’s heart, which had been beating faster and faster, returned to a disappointed calm. She stared with dark eyes as Chu Qingqiu approached.

“From now on, come here every day at the hour of Chen.” As she spoke, she brushed past Ning Fuyi. A few strands of hair brushed against Ning Fuyi’s neck, creating an irritating itch in her heart.

“How you turn out has nothing to do with me, but this was Ning Changfeng’s final request. I must comply,” Chu Qingqiu stopped with her back to Ning Fuyi and added.

For some reason, this woman always knew how to use the simplest words to incite the most massive rage.

“And if I refuse?” Ning Fuyi turned around abruptly, mocking her. “Even if I die out there tomorrow, it will have nothing to do with you. Why put on such a hypocritical act!”

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard the sound of wind. When she looked again, a white silk ribbon had already brushed past her temple and stopped abruptly against her cheek.

Ning Fuyi’s breath hitched for a moment. She glared at Chu Qingqiu fearlessly, but for a split second, she thought she saw a hint of redness at the corners of Chu Qingqiu’s eyes, despite her usual composure.

“When did I ever say that your life and death have nothing to do with me?” she whispered.

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