Qiyue shrugged: "The Holy Sect always prefers to kill the innocent rather than let the guilty go free. The Fanyin Sect's choice to remain neutral is a dead end. They will definitely become the Holy Sect's target. In addition, Xia Wanqing and Luo Wuji's cooperation failed at the last minute. She hates Luo Wuji to the core, but she can't kill him, so she is even more eager to improve her strength."

"Her first choice is to infiltrate Luo Wuji's side, gain his trust, and then use the name of the Holy Sect to seek personal gain. Given Luo Wuji's personality, he certainly won't really kill the sect leader of Fanyin Sect. He will definitely control her first, find a suitable puppet, and then kill her."

"This way, it's a perfect deal for Xia Wanqing."

"Impressive." The two looked at each other and managed to squeeze out two words.

Qiyue looked at the two of them with a smile.

[Is that impressive? Actually, there are a few things I haven't mentioned yet.]

A fleeting look of surprise crossed Le Luoxi's eyes. 6.

Song Yanzhuo felt somewhat relieved; thankfully, his junior sister was on their side.

Unaware of this, Qiyue lay under the tree with a blade of grass in her mouth, gazing into the distance.

For example, Xia Wanqing used to be a seemingly innocent but actually manipulative woman; now, she's a venomous snake, a snake ready to bite its master at any moment.

[And Luo Wuji will be the first person to fall into the snake's mouth.]

Le Luoxi's eyes were filled with surprise. So, Luo Wuji is going to die?

Song Yanzhuo's lips curled up. Good riddance!

Qi Yue is right. Xia Wanqing is a venomous snake now. Every night she looks at the image bead given to her by the mysterious person, watching Luo Wuji being intimate with the dead Ling Qing'er while plotting how to use her.

Her heart was bleeding.

After draining another disciple's cultivation and life force, Xia Wanqing's lips curled into a cold, evil, and resentful smile.

"I wonder what it's like for the Holy Son to feel..."

She murmured, her beautiful eyes growing increasingly bloodshot. Her trusted disciple, Youhe, walked in from outside: "Sect Master, the Holy Son requests your presence."

"Where?" Her voice was cold.

Youhe respectfully replied, "The spiritual spring of Zongyuan Peak."

"Zongyuan Peak." Xia Wanqing muttered these three words through gritted teeth, transforming into a blur as she rushed towards Zongyuan Peak. Upon reaching the peak, she could only think of how Luo Wuji and the deceased Ling Qing'er had once been entangled in their scheming against her in this place, oblivious to everyone else.

She couldn't suppress her disgust and anger.

The fingernails dug deep into the flesh of the palm.

"Qing'er." A familiar voice came from behind. She calmed her thoughts and spoke in a soft, boneless voice.

"It's me."

Then, she took off her clothes one by one and went inside. In the spiritual spring, she suppressed her resentment and let him take what he wanted. While they were entwined, she silently absorbed Luo Wuji's essence and spiritual power.

Exhausted, Luo Wuji emerged from the spiritual spring, assuming it was due to his injuries and excessive indulgence. Little did he know he was nearing death.

Nestled in Luo Wuji's arms, Xia Wanqing subtly inquired about the situation of the Holy Sect and the Demon Clan.

"Holy Son, that Demon King is not to be underestimated. He refuses to back down even a step. What should we do?"

"What's there to be afraid of? Our sect's guardian elders and sect leader will be here soon." Luo Wuji said with a disdainful look.

"Will the Holy Son still go tomorrow?" Xia Wanqing's long eyelashes drooped, and there was a fierce look in her eyes.

She must make her move within three days at the latest, otherwise, once the Holy Sect Master and the Protector Elders arrive, Luo Wuji's life will be out of her hands.

Luo Wuji was unaware of the thoughts of the person in his arms. He simply played with her hand and said, "Of course I'll go. With the sacred artifact of the demon race in hand, he can't kill me for the time being."

He was reckless.

But they didn't see the gloom in Xia Wanqing's eyes.

Xun Hui Sect, Quan Yin's expression was strange: "Your senior brother has been kneeling before the old monster for ten whole days. Has anyone told me why?"

July was shocked: "Ten days!? That's not..."

As she spoke, she looked at Le Luoxi, and the two said in unison, "From the day we secretly watched?"

Song Yanzhuo's expression was strange: "You went to peek?"

"Mm." The two nodded in tacit agreement, without any of the sleazy behavior one would expect from a petty thief. Le Luoxi even enthusiastically reminded Song Yanzhuo, "It was the day you and Master came back together, Second Senior Brother."

"I know," Song Yanzhuo replied calmly, somewhat puzzled. "That day, when I returned with Master, I saw Senior Brother waiting there. Senior Brother is always well-behaved. Third Sister, why do you think he angered Master this time?"

"I don't know." Le Luoxi's ears turned slightly red, and she turned her head away. She would never say that she saw her master being stripped of his clothes by her senior brother.

Song Yanzhuo then looked at Qiyue.

Qiyue avoided his gaze, muttering to herself.

[I don't know, don't ask me. When my third senior sister and I left that day, we only saw our eldest senior brother accidentally tear Master's clothes. That waist... tsk tsk tsk.]

A strange image flashed through my mind.

Qiyue blushed.

Song Yanzhuo stood there dumbfounded. What had he just heard? Accidentally? Torn? Master? Clothes?

He swallowed hard. Except for the last word, which was somewhat normal, the other words were all incredibly strange.

Not to mention connecting them.

This reminded him of a strange scene: under a huge gauze curtain, the cold and taciturn senior brother tightly held his master, imprisoning him beneath him, and domineeringly tore apart his master's favorite red robe.

The image is incredibly exciting to imagine.

Shaking his head, Song Yanzhuo glanced meaningfully at his two junior sisters who were deliberately avoiding his gaze. He somewhat agreed with them; no wonder they were unwilling to speak.

If it were him, he wouldn't dare to say it either.

but……

He wanted to go and see.

Thinking this, Song Yanzhuo left silently. Quan Yin looked at the strange group of people, feeling extremely frustrated.

"Tch, say it or not, who cares to know?"

With that, he stormed off in a huff.

As soon as he left, Le Luoxi and Qiyue exchanged a glance and tacitly headed towards Jiuyang Peak.

Then……

"What are you two doing here?" Seeing the two sneaking around, Song Yanzhuo, who had been hiding, stopped.

Le Luoxi and Qiyue retorted confidently, "It's none of your business."

Xie Ji'an glanced sideways at the three people tugging and pulling behind the stone of the spiritual spring, picked up a stone and hit Song Yanzhuo's leg.

"Ouch!" Song Yanzhuo winced in pain, glaring at the two men with a resentful look in her eyes, as if to say, "It's all your fault, we got caught!"

Knowing they were in the wrong, the two pursed their lips and covered their mouths, trying to pretend that only the second senior brother was there and that they could sneak away if they were discovered.

But unexpectedly, they had only taken two steps.

A figure landed in front of the two, colliding with them unexpectedly. The familiar, elaborate red robe made their hearts skip a beat.

Song Yanzhuo, who was standing next to him, had already knelt down: "Disciple greets Master."

Damn, what bad luck!

Qiyue rubbed her forehead, which had been throbbing from the impact, and reluctantly knelt down. Then she looked up and gave a sweet smile: "Master..."