Lou Xuanzhi listened quietly, his gaze sweeping over the little guy in front of him. The little guy was as stubborn as ever, and even now, he was unwilling to tell them the real truth.

He took everything upon himself, and he dared not imagine what the scene would be like if he hadn't heard the little guy's voice. The little guy had done so much with them, yet no one knew or understood it; how sad that must have been.

Lou Xuanzhi affectionately patted Qiyue's head, his cold voice softening slightly: "Since this is your wish, then I will grant it. However, you must also grant me one request."

He changed the subject abruptly, looking intently at Qiyue.

"Master, please speak. If it is within my ability, I will do my best and not disappoint you," Qiyue replied, feeling quite puzzled.

As the biggest villain in the entire story and the pinnacle of combat power in the lower realm, I really can't understand what my cheap master could possibly need my help with.

Are you kidding me?

Lou Xuanzhi was speechless as he listened to her thoughts. Was he kidding her? Did the little girl really think he was that kind of person?

He shook his head almost imperceptibly. In order to prevent the little guy from overthinking and continuing to misunderstand, he said, "This matter is of great importance. If you want to do it, your master will certainly not stop you. However, your senior brothers and sisters are also busy with cultivation these days. Perhaps they can help you this time."

"Why don't we take them with us?"

"Yes." The unexpected request softened Qiyue's heart.

[What do you mean, "tired of cultivation"? My cheap master is clearly just trying to get my senior brothers and sisters to support me.]

She had an irrepressible smile on her face.

This time, everyone from Xunhui Sect went down the mountain, but their first stop was not the demon race, but the Alchemy Guild.

Qiyue's goal was clear: she wanted to help Ji Su take control of the Alchemy Guild, with the first place winner of the Alchemy Competition, an eighth-grade alchemist as her mentor, outstanding talent, and a group of powerful figures behind her.

The Alchemy Guild groveled at Ji Su's feet.

She landed steadily beside Yuan Ji, and Qi Yue's gaze passed through the people of the Holy Sect and landed on Xia Wanqing.

"Junior Sister, oh! Look at my memory, I shouldn't call you Junior Sister anymore, I should call you Sect Master Xia. Sect Master Xia, you really have some impressive skills, single-handedly causing chaos in the Holy Sect and the Demon Race, amazing! Amazing!"

She spoke casually, a mocking smile on her face, but before she finished speaking, she immediately caused a huge uproar.

"Sect Leader Xia? Apart from the Sect Leader of Hengyang Sect, is there anyone else here with the surname Xia?"

"Junior Sister? In this world, besides Qi Yue, who betrayed Hengyang Sect and joined a reclusive sect, there is no one else who dares to call the sect leader of Hengyang Sect Junior Sister, right?"

"What did she mean? To single-handedly provoke a war between two races? The thought is terrifying!"

Everyone had different opinions, and suspicious gazes immediately fell on Xia Wanqing. The Holy Sect Master, Luo Zhen, looked at Xia Wanqing with eyes as sharp as swords.

"Who is this person? What did she mean by that?"

"She..." Xia Wanqing suddenly knelt on one knee, cupping her hands in a hurried attempt to explain.

Unfortunately, she was ruthlessly interrupted by Qiyue as soon as she opened her mouth.

"Since Sect Master Luo wants to know my identity, why don't you ask me?" Qi Yue looked at Luo Zhen casually, her smile carrying a hidden meaning.

"However, I think that instead of worrying about my identity, Sect Master Luo should take a look at this first, otherwise the Holy Son will die without knowing why."

As soon as she finished speaking, Qiyue looked at Lou Xuanzhi. The master and disciple exchanged a glance and instantly understood each other.

Lou Xuanzhi gently raised his hand, and a huge treasure mirror immediately appeared and hung in the air. Xia Wanqing, whose memories had been erased by the Heavenly Dao, suddenly panicked, but she quickly calmed down.

No, that's impossible. Nobody knows about this. She was the only survivor.

The mirror gradually magnified, and as it flipped and stopped, a scene of Xia Wanqing appeared that was crystal clear.

In the scene, Luo Wuji, who used the sacred artifact of the demon race to resist the attack of the demon king and seriously injured the demon king, escaped from the heart of the demon race with Xia Wanqing, who was spitting blood. Seeing that the demon king did not chase after them, he stopped by a tree and set up a barrier to start healing Xia Wanqing.

At first, everything was normal. However, as soon as the demon race's sacred artifact was taken out, Xia Wanqing, who was originally seriously injured and unconscious, suddenly opened her eyes, ripped open Luo Wuji's chest with one claw, took the demon race's sacred artifact Yin-Yang Jade Ring in her hand, and revealed a ferocious smile.

"Hahahaha!!! So this is the sacred artifact of the demon race! You've finally fallen into my hands!"

Xia Wanqing grinned maliciously. Luo Wuji, lying on the ground, was on the verge of death. He took out his natal talisman to ask for help, but in the next instant, the talisman turned into dust in Xia Wanqing's hand.

Luo Wuji's face was full of resentment and confusion: "Why...?"

Xia Wanqing's eyes were like poisoned needles as she grabbed Luo Wuji's neck, her face full of resentment: "You still have the nerve to ask me why? Every time we're intimate, just thinking about how you used those hands to caress that bitch Ling Qing'er's hands to touch me, how those lips that were so fiercely entangled with hers to scheme against me, makes me want to tear you to pieces!"

"No! That's not all! You knew I was isolated and helpless within the Hengyang Sect, so why did you allow Ling Qing'er and the disciples and elders of the Holy Sect to slaughter those who were useful to me? Driving me into the abyss?!"

"I hate you! I hate you to the core! You want to win over the Demon King, but I will not allow it! Since you want to destroy me, I don't mind dragging the Holy Sect down from its pedestal! It's just a pity you won't be able to see it..."

As she spoke, Xia Wanqing's eyes suddenly sharpened and turned icy as she frantically absorbed Luo Wuji's spiritual power and cultivation.

Before long, the man who had been so handsome just moments before turned into a dried-up corpse.

Then, the scene shifts to the mummified corpse appearing in the secret chamber of the Hengyang Sect.

"This...isn't this a method only evil cultivators would use!?"

The Crimson Fire Sect Master's expression changed drastically.

Lou Xuanzhi put away the mirror; Luo Zhen's face was now so black it looked like ink could drip from it.

Xia Wanqing's face turned pale, and she turned to run away, but in the next instant, a figure landed in front of her.

"Where is Sect Leader Xia going?" asked Xiao Yan, his face full of mockery and disdain.

"Get out of the way!" Xia Wanqing drew her sword, her voice cold and sharp. In an instant, she stabbed at Xiao Yan. Xiao Yan couldn't dodge in time, and his arm was immediately slashed.

He glared fiercely at Xia Wanqing and roared, "Evil cultivators are an outrage against both gods and men! They will stop at nothing to improve their cultivation! In my opinion, Xia Wuxin and his wife must have died at your hands!"

"Xia Wanqing, how dare you kill my son! Today I will tear you to pieces! Holy Sect disciples, heed my command: kill all Hengyang Sect disciples without mercy! My sect will make every member of the Hengyang Sect pay for my son's death!!!"

Luo Zhen's voice echoed for a long time. As soon as he finished speaking, he struck Xia Wanqing in the back with a palm!