However, this was no challenge for her.

Who is she? She's a genius who can create her own talismans, and even the biased Heavenly Dao couldn't resist gifting her one. If she doesn't want to show herself, she'll just shove it right in someone's face, and they won't even be able to see her or smell her farts.

However, this old Deng is really slowing things down here.

She tiptoed toward the blind old man, reached behind him, and quickly stuck a talisman onto him.

Hehe~ Holy crap! I'm fucking outta here!

Before Qiyue could even retract her bared teeth, a sharp palm gust swept past her. Her whole body tensed, her toes gripping the soles of her shoes, and she twisted into a seaweed-like contortion.

I subconsciously held my breath.

Wow, this old Deng is something else.

Although the blind old man could not see and did not sense any aura, he always felt an invisible pressure that was very close.

It was so close that he felt it was right behind him.

Meanwhile, Qi, who was standing right behind him, raised his fist, grinned, and walked away.

"No, something strange is going on here. I must report to the young master!" The blind old man trusted his intuition and leaped into the house with a light touch of his toes.

But before they were even halfway there, they tripped and fell to the ground.

He twisted his hand and covered his buttocks.

His wrinkled face flushed red, and his veins bulged.

"This place is poisonous..."

The blind old man bit his lip and forced out each word, looking very distressed and exhausted.

Yuan Ji's face twisted in pain, and she couldn't help but ask her question.

"Master, may I ask what talisman you just placed on that blind old man? He looks like a young beast of our demon race with no cultivation and an upset stomach."

The familiar voice coming from her mind made Qiyue's smile widen.

'Never mind it, the name of that talisman is rather vulgar.'

'yes. '

Yuan Ji wisely refrained from asking any further questions. Instead, she watched as the blind old man struggled several times to rush inside, only to suddenly turn around and rush down the mountain.

Then, a strange "pfft" sound entered my ears.

The demon race has an incredibly keen sense of smell, and Yuan Ji's face immediately turned green.

She seemed to smell the odor of stale, aged feces. Yue!

Qi Yue's complexion wasn't much better. Holy crap, what kind of poison did this old man have that he hadn't cleared out?

However, the smell disappeared very quickly.

The two also noticed a barrier halfway up the mountain.

Phew~ Although Old Deng is ugly, he has surprisingly good manners; he even knows to set up a barrier.

As the moon gradually peeked out from behind the clouds, only one sound echoed across the vast Zongyuan Peak.

"Ah~".

That was Ling Qing'er's voice. The shadow on the door changed several times, from a combination of numbers to a certain style and then to all sorts of strange shapes. Qi Yue and Yuan Ji's faces turned as red as they could possibly be.

Qi Yue's gaze was incredibly strange; these demons really know how to play games.

Yuan Ji didn't even dare to look at Qi Yue. She was supposed to be the daughter of the Demon King? She was a disgrace to the demons. And why was she so embarrassed when the person inside wasn't her?

The sound lasted for a long time before it stopped.

Qiyue and Yuanji's faces gradually returned to normal, and Luo Wuji also went out.

Behind him was Ling Qing'er, who was only draped in a thin veil, her curvaceous figure faintly visible. At this moment, Ling Qing'er seemed like a flower that had just received sweet rain, her face flushed.

Qiyue's years of experience writing books tells her that there will definitely be a big revelation coming.

Without the slightest hesitation, she took out a recording bead that could capture images and sounds and aimed it at the two of them.

Hooking her arm around Luo Wuji's waist and resting her head on his shoulder, Ling Qing'er stroked his waist incessantly, her voice soft and lingering: "Luo Lang, when are you finally going to break up with that woman? I can't wait any longer~".

"You must not say that again. The five major sects and those second-rate sects are becoming increasingly restless. I need the Hengyang Sect as a weapon. Don't worry, once those sects have completely submitted to me and I have successfully annexed the two holy lands, I will allow you to kill her with your own hands."

Luo Wuji looked back at Ling Qing'er with deep affection, but his eyes were icy cold.

"However, the prerequisite is that you must hand over the sacred artifact of the demon race to this holy son."

"This is simple. The thing is in my mother's coffin. But how will you repay me?"

Ling Qing'er licked her red lips meaningfully, her eyes alluring.

"Leprechaun."

Luo Wuji smiled deeply, picked up the person in one swift motion, and delivered a critical blow to Qiyue and Yuanji who were hiding in the shadows.

Aaaaaah!!! My eyes!!!

Qi Yue screamed inwardly, but recorded everything completely in her hands. She then carefully put away the recording bead until Luo Wuji left Zongyuan Peak to go find Xia Wanqing.

She appeared behind Ling Qing'er, who was lying in the hot spring water.

Looking at the ambiguous marks on Ling Qing'er's body, her expression was indescribable. She didn't even want to get close, but she had no choice but to approach, because the puppet technique only worked when the other party was completely unguarded.

Having successfully subdued Ling Qing'er, Qi Yue breathed a sigh of relief and gave her orders according to plan.

"Ling Qing'er, I need you to find a way to get the people around Luo Wuji to kill the three elders and his wife who are closest to Xia Wuxin, and then frame Luo Wuji for it, sowing discord between Luo Wuji and Xia Wanqing."

"Yes," Ling Qing'er replied like a puppet.

Qi Yue smiled with satisfaction: "That's the first thing. Next is the second thing. The second thing is that I want you to hand over the sacred object to Luo Wuji in front of your father. After you've done all that, you can commit suicide."

"yes."

She continued to answer, and Qiyue's smile grew wider and wider. As expected of puppetry, it was indeed very useful!

After explaining everything, and seeing that Ling Qing'er's completely black pupils had returned to normal, Qi Yue left with satisfaction. That was the result of successfully controlling the puppeteer and issuing commands.

Next, Ling Qing'er will follow her instructions and try every means to complete the task she was given, no matter what.

And for all of this, she was truly grateful to this silly girl. If it weren't for Ling Qing'er, this silly girl, believing men's sweet words, her plan would have taken a long time to come to fruition.

"Keep an eye on Ling Qing'er. As long as she successfully obtains the demon clan's sacred artifact and returns to Luo Wuji's side, you will hand this over to the Demon King. I don't need to teach you the rest, do I?" Qi Yue said casually as she handed the recording bead to Yuan Ji, showing no trace of the carefulness and caution one would expect from a conspiracy.

All he possessed was the profound and steady demeanor of an old dog.

Yuan Ji dared not hesitate: "Your subordinate understands!"

Qiyue was extremely satisfied and gave her a bright smile: "If you need anything, just go to Wanbaolou and find Jin Linshu, he will help you."

Yuan Ji, however, dared not take it seriously. She even felt that this was a threat: if she did well, she would be greatly rewarded, but if she did not, she would die!

"Seventh Senior Brother, let's go." After leaving Hengyang Sect, Qiyue waved to Yun Huai, who had been waiting anxiously.

Yun Huai's eyes lit up: "Junior Sister, you're finally back! Are you alright?"

He anxiously circled around Qiyue, looking her up and down, left and right, and only felt relieved when he saw that she was really alright.

Honestly, if his junior sister doesn't come back soon, he's going to call in reinforcements!