Chapter 262

Feng Qilan jumped onto the boulder and was pulled to the top of the cave by chains to leave.

Rong Rong breathed a sigh of relief as soon as the person left.

She had just discovered that Feng Qilan was a pervert, so she tried to be mean to her and berate her. Unexpectedly, she actually managed to drive her away with her insults.

666 squawked like a chicken in the system space, "He really is a pervert!"

"However, the host's fierce look is so cute, why don't you hit me too?"

Saying "666," she stuck out her round, fair face, indicating to Rong Rong that she should tap here.

"Get lost!" Rong Rong snapped.

"Yes, sir!" 666 immediately straightened up and saluted, then curled up into a ball and rolled towards the small dark room.

While rolling around, it muttered to itself, "Huh? So the host was just rewarding that pervert? Why did he only hit him and not me? Hitting is a sign of affection, scolding is a sign of love, and the host doesn't want to kiss me!"

Rong Rong watched the little dumpling speechlessly as it ran into the dark room, whimpering. She felt that something was off about the upgraded 666.

Once the surroundings had completely quieted down, Rong Rong began to consider what to do next.

She didn't waste her points trying to break free of the chains on her ankles. Even if she did, she wouldn't be able to fly away, and it might even provoke Feng Qilan.

Now that she has the jade pendant, it's highly likely that the transmigrated woman Cheng Xiaoman will not have a good ending. The protagonist's halo has returned to her, and it seems that she has completed her mission and can leave at any time.

But Rong Rong felt that if it ended like this, the original owner probably wouldn't be happy.

The original owner of the original world found a kindred spirit, and the two traveled the world, upholding justice and experiencing both joy and sorrow.

They fought side by side, sharing life and death; they rid the people of evil, roaming the world with their swords.

The original owner must have had a very exciting life, right?

At this moment, Rong Rong wanted to stay and experience the original owner's life; this desire was extremely strong.

Of course, all of this was contingent on her leaving the cave first. Although Rong Rong was not skilled in martial arts, she had mastered dog training skills without a teacher.

She decided to teach Feng Qilan a lesson and get her to take her out.

Rong Rong began her life of training dogs. Outside, Jiang Yetang and his group almost turned the entire martial arts world upside down in their search for Rong Rong.

Besides Jiang Yetang and the others, they were also looking for her.

Many people in the martial arts world are also spontaneously searching for her.

After the veil fell off that day, Rong Rong's reputation as a celestial being from another world was completely confirmed.

Everyone was crazy about her, leaving those who weren't there feeling regretful and frustrated, while at the same time yearning for her and desperately wanting to see her.

The legends about Rong Rong are no longer limited to the martial arts world; they are also found in ordinary people's homes and even in the Great Sheng Dynasty, which has always kept to itself.

Because the people in the martial arts world were too crazy, and their adoration for Rong Rong was too incomprehensible.

Even the high-ranking officials and nobles who had always admired only dignified and virtuous ladies from noble families became intensely curious about Rong Rong.

It can be said that the entire outside world was in an uproar because of Rong Rong, including those heroes and valiant men who had lived in seclusion and had some connection with the Lotus Sword Immortal, who also appeared in front of everyone for the first time.

Many of them went to Old Master Shen to settle scores.

They blamed half of Rong Rong's accident on Old Master Shen. If Old Master Shen hadn't mistaken her for someone else, how could Rong Rong have been kidnapped without anyone protecting her?

Besides, Rong Rong's accident happened at Lingyun Manor. If we don't blame Old Master Shen, who else can we blame?

Old Master Shen, who had been strong-willed all his life, endured the beatings and scoldings without resistance.

Whenever he thought of his junior sister entrusting her granddaughter to him on her deathbed, he would think of how she had asked him to take good care of her granddaughter, without asking anyone else.

Not only did he distrust her, but he also helped outsiders bully her.

In the end, he failed to protect her and let her be kidnapped, so Old Master Shen wished he could atone for his sins on the spot.

But he dared not. He was afraid he would have no face to face his junior sister in the afterlife, and even more afraid that something might really happen to Rong Rong.

Grandpa Shen mobilized all his resources to search for Rong Rong.

After venting their anger, the others also joined the search.

Unfortunately, despite Feng Qilan's meticulous preparations for this day, finding Rong Rong was not so easy.

Inside the Brahma Sect's Netherworld Pavilion.

On the high steps stood a golden throne, upon which Cang Jue sat, his indifferent gaze fixed on the person standing with his head bowed below.

"What's Feng Qilan doing lately, always going to the back mountain?"

Cang Jue usually doesn't pay attention to what his two protectors are doing, but recently Feng Qilan's mental state has been really worrying, so Cang Jue felt it would be better to ask her.

"Reporting to the Sect Leader, the Left Protector has captured someone and imprisoned him in the back mountain. He visits him every day," Qu Hongyuan replied respectfully. He was Cang Jue's most capable deputy, and many matters within the sect had to go through his hands.

"Oh?" Cang Jue was greatly surprised. "This is not like him."

Feng Qilan has a penchant for capturing people; this is common knowledge throughout the martial arts world.

However, once Feng Qilan captures someone, she either hands them over to her subordinates for training or kills them directly. In any case, she will not keep a person by her side for more than 3 days, let alone personally train them.

Now Feng Qilan goes to that back mountain every day, and if he remembers correctly, Feng Qilan has been going there for half a month now.

This really doesn't seem like something Feng Qilan would do.

Something unusual must be going on.

Cang Jue suddenly sat up straight, his gaze sharp as an arrow. He frowned and looked at Qu Hongyuan questioningly.

As expected, Qu Hongyuan did not disappoint Cang Jue. He quickly replied, "It is said that the Left Protector captured the Heavenly Lotus Fairy."

The rest is self-explanatory.

The Heavenly Lotus Fairy, the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world.

Cang Jue knew that Feng Qilan loved to collect beauties for her own use, so this time, the beauty was so stunning that Feng Qilan felt a pang of pity for her.

Can members of a ruthless, murderous cult also show tenderness towards women?

Outsiders might find it funny, but Cang Jue wasn't surprised at all.

After all, they are descendants of that person.

The Lotus Sword Immortal who influenced his grandfather and father for their entire lives.

There's already a precedent, isn't there? My grandfather, who was the leader of the Demonic Sect, fell deeply in love with the Lotus Sword Immortal.

Cang Jue took a deep breath and slowly leaned back in his chair.

His sudden silence left Qu Hongyuan completely baffled.

After Qu Hongyuan saw Cang Jue wave his hand at him, he bowed and retreated without saying anything more.

Silence returned to the hall, and Cang Jue completely emptied his mind.

In a daze, Cang Jue seemed to see a little boy kneeling in the empty hall, listening to his father's roar while sobbing softly.

"Your wife is a descendant of the Lotus Sword Immortal! You must marry her at any cost! By any means necessary! Do you hear me?"

"I heard you," the little boy replied, choking back tears, only to be met with a whip lashing his back.

"Did you hear me?" the father asked even louder, his face contorted with rage.

"I heard you!" the little boy answered, taking a deep breath.

Then came another lash, until the little boy's back was covered in blood, until the question was asked dozens of times before the father finally stopped.

The little boy in that picture is, of course, Cang Jue himself.

Even now, the whip marks on his back are still burning and itchy.

That burning sensation wasn't burning his body, but his soul!