Chapter 123: Apprenticeship

Qiu Qianling had heard of the legend of Murong Ci.

Murong Ci, known as the most beautiful woman in the immortal race, is the daughter of the leader of the Yuque Sect. She once had a brief marriage with Gongsun Xiong, the master of the Jinmen Immortal Palace.

However, the reason why the leader of Yuque Sect married his daughter to Jinmen Immortal Mansion was because he coveted the immortal treasures and vast spiritual land of Jinmen Immortal Mansion, and wanted to use Murong Ci as bait to annex Jinmen Immortal Mansion in one fell swoop.

Gongsun Xiong saw through the conspiracy of Murong Ci and the Yuque Sect behind her, and led three thousand monks to slaughter all the members of the Yuque Sect, but spared Murong Ci and let her escape to the Demon Realm.

Murong Ci thus fell into the demon clan, and with her amazing talent and perseverance, she quickly rose to become the master of the demon clan, leading the demon clan to launch an earth-shaking war against the immortal clan.

This war ended with the defeat of the demons, and the immortals also paid a terrible price.

After that, Gongsun Xiong passed the position of the sect leader to Shi Zhenlin and devoted himself to cultivation in seclusion, while Murong Ci also retreated back to the Demon Realm and no news of her was heard from him again.

Qiu Qianling learned about this old story from the casual conversation of the monks. Even though more than a hundred years had passed, they still gnashed their teeth in hatred when they mentioned Murong Ci.

At that time, she never thought that she would see Murong Ci's tomb here. She couldn't help feeling emotional. Is this devil who was wanted by all the immortals dead after all?

Perhaps before today, she would have applauded the fact that the Immortal Clan had lost a powerful and cruel opponent, but now, after learning the truth about her mother's death, she felt only sadness and empathy.

He was from the Immortal Clan, who killed her mother. He was also from the Immortal Clan, who deceived her, fooled her, and even wanted to dig out her spiritual roots in the end, squeezing out every last bit of goodness from her.

She really hated Xie Yuqing, Shi Zhenlin, and even more so, she hated herself for being incompetent and not having the ability to avenge her mother.

Even if senior brother is a good person, he would never kill his mother for her.

Qiu Qianling felt hopeless. Just at this moment, there was a loud bang and the ground beneath her feet began to shake. She looked over numbly and saw that the grave in front of her moved backwards with the shaking, revealing a square entrance.

A warm white light emanated from it, illuminating Qiu Qianling's haggard face.

She was a little scared and sat on the ground and took a few steps back. Then she thought about her current situation and realized that it couldn't get any worse, so she had nothing to be afraid of.

Perhaps, the invitation from the Supreme Lord of the Demon Realm allowed her to come to this strange space from the dungeon.

She had heard that some masters would leave behind a place of inheritance after their death and look for successors in order to pass on their skills.

Perhaps, this is the case with Murong Ci.

Thinking of this, Qiu Qianling took a deep breath, struggled to stand up, and walked towards the entrance of the tomb.

Inside was a long and deep corridor. She held onto the wall and staggered inside.

After walking a few steps, the pain in her abdomen began to intensify. She had no choice but to stop and rest, waiting for the pain to subside before continuing.

It was already a quarter of an hour later when she stepped into the tomb.

As Qiu Qianling walked in, she felt the temperature around her drop suddenly, and a heavy, decayed smell hit her in the face. There were eternal lamps hanging on the walls around her, allowing her to see everything in the room clearly.

Even though she was mentally prepared, she was still startled by the mahogany coffin placed in the center.

The surface of the coffin was carved with continuous magic patterns, and in the center was an exquisite and gorgeous fire phoenix. Its distinct tail feathers were as agile and flowing as flames, and it spread its wings as if ready to fly. Its two eyeballs embedded with black gems sparkled with strange brilliance under the candlelight.

The person lying in here is Murong Ci, the Lord of the Demon Realm, right?

Qiu Qianling didn't know where he got the courage from, he actually wanted to see the face of this woman who was once known as the most beautiful woman in the world.

She walked to the coffin and put her hand on the lid. She thought it would be difficult to push it open, but it turned out to be easy to push open.

So she easily saw the person lying inside.

She was a slender woman, wearing a black robe embroidered with silver cloud patterns and a white corset. Her hands were folded on her abdomen, her long, soft black hair was draped in front of her, and two curved white horns extended from her forehead.

Obviously, this is a demon, and Qiu Qianling is even more certain of her identity as Murong Ci.

Unfortunately, Qiu Qianling couldn't see her face.

Because she was wearing a pure white mask on her face, one could only see her tightly closed eyelids and long eyelashes as thick as crow feathers through the two round holes on top.

This made Qiu Qianling even more curious.

She couldn't help but bend down and reach out to take off the mask on her face. But as soon as her fingers touched the corner of the mask, the tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and the scarlet vertical pupils looked straight at her.

Qiu Qianling was so frightened that he immediately withdrew his hand and said in panic: "Senior, I, I didn't mean to disturb you!"

Murong Female sat up from the coffin and swept her cold eyes over. When his gaze passed the wound on her abdomen, he paused slightly, "You really are... quite miserable."

Perhaps because she hadn't spoken for a long time, her voice sounded a little hoarse, as if there was sand in her throat.

Murong Ci stood up from the coffin, sat on the edge of the wooden coffin, and beckoned her with a finger, "Come here."

Qiu Qianling was nervous, not knowing what this devil was going to do to him. After hesitating for a while, he felt that he had nothing to lose, so he walked towards her.

As soon as she stood still, she saw Murong Ci reaching out her hand and pressing her fingers on the wound on her abdomen. A strange warm current flowed into her body, the bleeding stopped immediately, and even the pain was relieved a lot.

Qiu Qianling looked up in surprise, his eyes filled with gratitude, "Thank you very much for saving me, Senior!"

Murong Ci withdrew her hand and said in a low voice, "You're welcome. It's just a piece of cake. But you're seriously injured. Who did you offend that even your spiritual roots were taken away?"

Qiu Qianling's heart trembled, a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes, and then he looked at Murong Ci, took two steps back, and knelt straight down, "Senior Demon Lord, the leader of the Jinmen Immortal Mansion, Shi Zhenlin, and his wife Xie Yuqing, killed my mother. I want revenge. Please help me, I am willing to do anything for you!"

"Golden Gate Immortal Mansion?" Murong Ci sneered. "What's going on outside now? I thought the demons had already slaughtered all those hypocritical immortals. Why, they're still not dead yet?"

She said this casually, but it made Qiu Qianling feel uneasy. Did she really want to seek help from this Demon Lord and become the enemy of the entire Immortal Clan?

But soon, her eyes became firm.

It is impossible for her to kill Xie Yuqing on her own, and the immortals will not help her. The Demon Lord Murong Ci is her only chance.

As long as she can avenge her mother, she is willing to do so even if it means she becomes a demon!

Qiu Qianling raised his head, looked at Murong Ci intently, and replied, "I've heard that after the new Demon Lord Fentian took the throne, he quickly expanded the demon clan and drove them on expeditions. Now the Demon Realm has expanded from the original Genzhou to Dongzhou. Perhaps, perhaps one day, they can finally defeat the immortal clan!"

Murong Ci lowered her eyes, a subtle coldness flashing across them. She whispered, "Fentian... He defeated me and became the new Demon Lord, but after all these years, he only managed to capture one state and one city?"

Qiu Qianling was stunned. Did Murong Ci and Fentian have a grudge against each other? She had thought that as Fentian was her successor, they would have a good relationship.

Murong Ci asked her, "You are a mortal, so you shouldn't know the rules of the demon race, right?"

Qiu Qianling shook his head truthfully.

Murong Ci explained to her, "The demons respect the strong. Only the most powerful demons can sit on the throne of the Demon Lord. Once a demon is dissatisfied with the Demon Lord's rule, they can challenge her. If they succeed, they will become the new Demon Lord."

Qiu Qianling was shocked. So, did Murong Ci die at Fentian's hands? Wait, is she dead or alive now?

Perhaps sensing the doubt in Qiu Qianling's eyes, Murong Ci replied, "You are already in my grave. Of course, I am already dead. What you saw was just a wisp of my soul. But I can indeed help you get revenge, but you have to agree to one request of mine."

Qiu Qianling nodded firmly, "Senior, please speak."

Murong Ci's eyes curved up, and she seemed to be smiling under her mask. She said softly, "I want you to kill Fentian for me."

Qiu Qianling's eyes widened, and he trembled as he said, "Senior, I don't even have any spiritual roots anymore, and Fentian is the master of the demon clan, his strength is extraordinary, how can I kill him?"

Murong Ci's eyes turned cold. "I dare to say this, because there is a way for you to defeat him. If you can't even do this, what's the point of talking about revenge? Just hang yourself with a rope as soon as possible to save time!"

When Qiu Qianling heard her harsh voice, a surge of anger suddenly rose in her heart. What right did she have to insult her like that?

"Asking me to deal with Fentian is like asking me to die. What's the difference? Not everyone is as gifted as you!"

Qiu Qianling stood up angrily, turned around and walked out of the tomb, but he stopped after only two steps.

She no longer had any spiritual roots and had lost all her cultivation. If she left like this, she would probably not survive.

Qiu Qianling smiled bitterly. It was death either way, so why not give it a try?

She walked back and knelt down in front of Murong Ci again. "Senior, I just spoke out of turn. I am willing to agree to your request. Please help me avenge my great hatred."

Murong Ci snorted coldly, "If I hadn't waited for so many years for just you, with your qualifications, I wouldn't even bother to look at you."

As if afraid that Qiu Qianling would go back on her word, Murong Ci asked her to swear an oath. Qiu Qianling did as she was told, and only then did her expression ease.

"Very good. From now on, I am your master. I will pass on all my lifelong skills to you. However, if you dare to betray me in the future, I will also have plenty of ways to take your life."

Qiu Qianling's original master was Shi Zhenlin. Now she has realized that Shi Zhenlin has no father-daughter relationship with her, so naturally she has no intention of recognizing him.

She kowtowed three times to Murong Ci without any psychological burden, "Master, please accept my disciple's greetings."

Murong Ci nodded in satisfaction, "Alright, get up now. I'll give you this blood blade as a gift for becoming your disciple."

Qiu Qianling stood up and looked at Murong Ci, his eyes instantly attracted by the flashing crimson light on her palm.

The blood light turned into a long sword in mid-air, emitting a terrifying deterrent force. The sharp blade seemed to have drunk all the blood, and it was shining with a blood-red cold light, which made her eyes sting.

Murong Ci threw the knife to her, and Qiu Qianling hurriedly reached out to catch it, but the long knife turned into blood light and sank into her palm.

She was so surprised that it took her a while to figure out how to use the blood blade.

It turns out that this blood blade is not an ordinary knife. It can absorb the opponent's blood, integrate the cultivation and skills into her body, and use it for her own benefit.

In other words, the more people she kills, the stronger and more profound her strength will become.

Qiu Qianling summoned the blood blade from his body, stretched out his hand to grip the hilt tightly, staring at the blade with burning eyes, and murderous intent emerged in his eyes for the first time.

Murong Ci waved her hand gently, "You should leave now. Come in next time and I'll teach you the Blood Blade Technique."

Next time? How would she get in to find her next time?

Before Qiu Qianling could speak, she felt a black screen in front of her eyes. When she opened her eyes again, she was back in the dungeon.

Was it just a dream? Qiu Qianling held her forehead with her head aching. After a while, she found that the wound on her body had actually healed.

She glanced carefully at the cell door. The male guard was sitting with his back to her, dozing off under the lamp.

This guy is Xie Yuqing's lackey. I guess he has done a lot of bad things. Let's use him to test the knife first!

Qiu Qianling's eyes became fierce, he waved his hand to summon a blood blade, and walked quietly towards the male cultivator.

At this moment in the tomb, Murong Ci raised her hand and took off the mask on her face, with a cold smile on the corner of her mouth.

If Qiu Qianling were still here, he would be frightened and scream when he saw her face.

This is not Murong Ci, it is clearly her enemy, Xie Yuqing.