When the Immortal Venerable Picked-Up the Demon Cub - Chapter 13

Zhu Ning didn’t notice Lin Xiayan’s gaze. Her mind raced: A Demonic Beast attack?

This event was in the original story. The original Zhu Ning, recognizing the Demonic Beast’s danger, had surprisingly ordered its execution. However, the Female Protagonist, Su Mi, influenced by Lin Xiayan, developed sympathy for the creature. This marked the first crack in the master-disciple bond.

But when Zhu Ning followed Lin Xiayan’s gaze, the urgency on her face seemed genuine, as if she truly hadn’t anticipated this.

Wasn’t this Lin Xiayan’s doing? Zhu Ning wondered, her steps never faltering. Su Mi and Lin Xiayan hurried behind her, their footsteps scrambling across the pristine snow, leaving messy tracks where none had been before.

After navigating several narrow paths, the trio finally reached the Training Ground before the main hall. The open, elevated terrain exposed them to a biting wind, causing the disciples to huddle deeper into their white robes. Each stood solemnly beside the Demonic Beast, forming the Demon Subduing Array.

Yue Qing stood with his hands clasped behind his back, reinforcing the array with his own magical technique. A hint of fatigue showed on his face, suggesting he had been waiting for some time.

“Greetings, Sect Leader,” the white-robed disciples said in unison as soon as they saw Zhu Ning. They knelt down without hesitation, forming a sea of white robes. Their voices rang out like a roar, yet their posture and tone were impeccably respectful, leaving no room for criticism.

Hearing the commotion, Yue Qing turned and bowed to Zhu Ning, his beard swaying in the wind. Zhu Ning felt as if this encounter might cost her a significant portion of her lifespan.

She quickened her pace, reached Yue Qing’s side, and helped him up. Before he could speak, she asked, “What crimes has this Demonic Beast committed?”

The disciples remained silent in the Training Ground. Yue Qing glanced around before deciding to speak himself. “The Demonic Beast attempted to breach Yun Cang Mountain’s barrier. One section now requires repair. This beast has a master, and I fear its master is someone we cannot afford to provoke. Therefore, I am uncertain how to proceed.”

This was the first time Yue Qing had spoken with such difficulty. Admitting his age felt worse than death. He had once traveled far and wide with the previous Sect Leader, only to end up in this state in his old age.

Zhu Ning noticed the awkwardness on Yue Qing’s face and didn’t press him further. Instead, she glanced at Lin Xiayan, whose expression still seemed dazed.

Zhu Ning studied the Demonic Beast’s general form. It was a lizard that had cultivated into a spirit. But wasn’t Lin Xiayan’s companion that… big dog?

If it wasn’t Lin Xiayan’s Demonic Beast, then it must belong to someone else, someone whose creature Lin Xiayan had simply taken advantage of.

“Slay it,” Zhu Ning declared. “This Venerable One cares not who its master is. Yun Cang Mountain has never feared anyone. This Demonic Beast has already invaded our sect’s territory. What use is there in sparing it? If we let one go today, a thousand more will come tomorrow. Do you expect us to capture and release them one by one?!” Zhu Ning’s voice, amplified by Spiritual Power, resonated across the entire Training Ground. Her ethereal, melodious voice seemed endlessly captivating. The disciples below nodded in agreement, their blood stirring anew.

Though Zhu Ning had made the same decision as the original character, she added a few words of explanation, specifically for Su Mi’s benefit.

The Female Protagonist, Su Mi, might have been manipulated into suspicion, but she wasn’t foolish. With these words spoken, no matter how capable Lin Xiayan was, it should prevent any further rifts between master and disciple.

With this thought, Zhu Ning glanced at Su Mi. As expected, the girl’s expression was serious, showing not a trace of pity. She even stepped forward to help when one of the disciples faltered in maintaining the Demon Subduing Array.

Yue Qing was stunned by Zhu Ning’s decisive action. His disciples had to remind him several times before he finally snapped out of it and began slaying the Demonic Beasts.

As the second most powerful person present after Zhu Ning, the task of slaying the Demonic Beasts naturally fell to Yue Qing, especially since Zhu Ning was still recovering from her injuries.

Yue Qing drew his longsword. Sharpened by the blood on his fingers, it gleamed with golden light as it soared into the air, then swooped down with graceful precision, piercing the Demonic Beast’s vital point.

Blood gushed across the snow-covered ground. Black miasma erupted from the wound, swirling around the sword as if battling it.

Since Yue Qing controlled the sword and the black miasma was the essence of the Demonic Beast, the struggle dragged on. Eventually, Yue Qing began to tire. Despite the freezing weather, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Lin Xiayan stood nearby, tilting her head to watch the struggling Yue Qing. A scornful smirk twisted her lips as she nudged Zhu Ning with a delicate finger, whispering through telepathy, “Is this how your sect’s Elders fight? No wonder that dead Daoist from Zhen Sui Mountain called you all ‘outwardly impressive but inwardly weak’…”

The words carried a sharp edge of mockery. Zhu Ning coughed a few times, feeling her face flush with embarrassment. Yue Qing was indeed getting on in years. After years of pampered life on Yun Cang Mountain, his body struggled to keep up when he suddenly used a Magical Technique.

Zhu Ning narrowed her eyes slightly, her lotus-like steps carrying her gracefully behind Yue Qing. She stole a glance at Lin Xiayan, who was idly playing with the hem of her sleeve, showing no interest in her surroundings.

Relieved, Zhu Ning placed her bracelet-adorned wrist behind Yue Qing, maintaining a few centimeters of distance. Following the healing method described in the original novel, she slowly channeled her Spiritual Power into him.

As expected of an Immortal Venerable, Zhu Ning’s Spiritual Power was pure and ferocious. Once it entered Yue Qing’s body, it surged through him without waiting for him to convert or absorb it, violently spreading to every part of his body.

Because of this sudden influx of power, the longsword, which had been on the verge of defeat, suddenly blazed with renewed energy. It shattered the black mist, its light growing blindingly intense. The disciples quickly conjured white veils to shield their eyes, only removing them when the glare had subsided.

“As expected of the Elder! This Spiritual Power is truly overwhelming!” None of them had witnessed Zhu Ning’s transfer of power.

Lin Xiayan had noticed Zhu Ning’s movements long ago, her mind swirling with questions. If Zhu Ning still possessed magical power, why would she deceive her? Was this a trap to lure enemies deeper?

These questions popped up like question marks, finally etching traces of contemplation into her usually smiling eyes. She stared at Zhu Ning, who was as beautiful as a celestial being, yet still couldn’t grasp the reason behind her actions.

With the Demonic Beast slain, Zhu Ning glided forward in her white robes, the jade pendant at her waist swaying gently, a graceful guardian of her beauty.

Lin Xiayan scurried over on her short legs and seized Zhu Ning’s hand, acting as if they were the closest of friends. She showered Zhu Ning with concern and warmth, the bells on her body jingling wildly, turning the Training Ground into a noisy commotion.

“Enough!” Yue Qing, usually so gentle, roared in anger. The disciples froze, abandoning the Demon Subduing Array to stare at Yue Qing’s first-ever outburst. Bewilderment mingled with hushed gossip as they exchanged puzzled glances.

Lin Xiayan’s face instantly turned cold, a crimson light flashing in her eyes.

Zhu Ning’s heart leaped in alarm!

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