Chapter 120 The Furry Kitten: Following the same steps she had taken, Xi Congshuang, carrying the sleeping girl, returned to the main hall and placed her down…

Following the same steps she had taken, Xi Congshuang returned to the main hall, carrying the sleeping girl in her arms, and placed her on the jade bed to continue sleeping.

After thinking for a moment, she braced herself against the edge of the bed and pulled the blanket over herself.

He then got up, sat down at the table in the hall, poured himself a cup of tea to calm his nerves, and began to think about what kind of hidden person he really was.

Last time, the system brought her a hidden mission; this time, she became the blind box herself.

Raise your hand and press your fingertips on the spot on your forehead where the demonic mark once appeared. As you awaken your demonic bloodline, you will also receive a portion of your memories. Even if you can't see it, you can still sense the presence of the demonic mark between your eyebrows.

Would the young palace master know that he has half-demon blood?

She was inclined to the past, but she didn't know that after deciding to break through to the Nascent Soul stage at the age of eighteen, the young palace master's mood took a sharp turn for the worse. She locked herself in the Immortal Pavilion and rarely used her spiritual power.

However, Xi Congshuang acted in the opposite way to her previous behavior, frequently using spiritual power. In just a few months, she used spiritual power more times than she had in the previous two hundred years.

They often use their spiritual power without regard for the consequences, frequently draining their protective spiritual power, which in turn causes the demon bloodline to continue to awaken.

After being suppressed for over two hundred years, the magic mark appeared on Xi Congshuang's brow for the first time last night.

Fortunately, it was Su Wenxin who saw it; if it had been someone else...

Xi Congshuang lowered her hand, her hands on her knees clenching silently, realizing that she was about to face yet another danger.

Nearly three hundred years have passed since the war between immortals and demons, with countless deaths and injuries on both sides. The cultivation world still maintains an attitude of eliminating demonic cultivators as soon as possible. The demon race has been in seclusion for many years, and naturally, they are also among those to be exterminated, especially the weakened demon race.

Although the war between immortals and demons three hundred years ago was essentially a war between human cultivators in Xi Congshuang's eyes, there were quite a few demons involved, and in the eyes of the cultivation world, they were all birds of a feather.

What she wants to know now is whether the Palace Master knows about her bloodline.

If you knew, why would she use the same method as a cultivator who failed to go astray in setting up the Immortal Pavilion?

As a Nascent Soul cultivator, it wasn't difficult for him to distinguish that the spiritual medicines he was taking were for repairing his spiritual mansion. The effects were obvious. Taking medicines to repair one's spiritual mansion day after day was no different from drinking poison to quench thirst.

Unable to cultivate, Xi Congshuang will exhaust her lifespan in the Immortal Pavilion, aging and dying like a mortal.

If she didn't know... how could she not know?

One thing is certain: the Palace Master, who participated in the war between immortals and demons and was a key figure in it, was a pure spiritual cultivator, not a demonic cultivator.

If she also had a half-human, half-demon bloodline, she couldn't possibly lack methods to suppress or alter it, and the world-renowned benevolent mother would never refuse to use these methods on her.

Moreover, the fact that the former number one in the world was half-human and half-demon was unknown to the world is unrealistic.

If you feel that giving birth to someone with such blood is a disgrace to the Celestial Palace, you can simply let her die from a qi deviation during her first bloodline awakening.

Xi Congshuang's current situation is that her magic power and spiritual power are clashing, causing her spiritual palace to rupture, and the two bloodlines are incompatible.

The reason it has been able to survive until now is because of the powerful physique brought by its demon bloodline. The reason it has become like this is because of its demon bloodline. The reason it cannot die is also because of its demon bloodline. It is a cause and effect that is both laughable and absurd.

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I don't know how long I slept, but I finally woke up, pulling the blanket into my arms and using it as a pillow.

When I opened my eyes, I forgot where I was. I stared at the pale blue tent top for a while, feeling that it was very familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere before.

Where have I seen this before...?

"I saw him in Xi Congshuang's room!" The person lying down sat up instantly, looked around, and saw that it was indeed bright outside. He wondered if it was time to start cultivating yet. "Oh no, I'm going to be late!"

She hurriedly threw off the covers and got out of bed. When she looked up, Su Wenxin froze on the spot.

Not far away, through the screen, I could see her back turned, her figure blurry and indistinct.

Su Wenxin subconsciously moved quietly, walked around the screen, and took in the entire scene outside.

A pile of jade slips lay scattered on the ground. Xi Congshuang was placing her hand on them and using her divine sense to read their contents when Su Wenxin walked up behind her. She seemed to sense something and turned around.

Xi Congshuang: "You're awake?"

Su Wenxin took a few steps forward and responded softly.

Her expression remained gentle as ever. A three-finger-wide white silk cloth covered her eyes, concealing her strange and beautiful dark green eyes. In the eyes of the world, she still resembled an indifferent yet compassionate statue with her eyes closed.

Previously, Su Wenxin thought that Xi Congshuang's white hair was caused by her almost going into a state of demonic possession, but now she has a new idea.

The same applies to eye color.

The two shared a tacit secret, and neither of them brought up what happened the night before.

Not long after, Yu Se arrived, and she and the clueless Yu Se continued their respective cultivation.

However, Su Wenxin had a few distracting thoughts and would often look in that direction, sometimes even becoming lost in thought.

The frequency was so high that Yu Se, who was engrossed in chopping down trees, noticed it and laughed, saying that she didn't need to be so nervous about the young master; she was just reading.

The figure under the tree seemed to have heard the conversation. He raised his face and the jade slips on his robes collided with each other, making a soft clanging sound.

Su Wenxin felt as if she had been burned by her invisible gaze. She quickly lowered her head to burn the wood. In her panic, the spiritual fire that emerged from her fingertips shot up too high and almost burned her hair.

"Ugh, my hair!" Su Wenxin patted the burning ends of her hair to extinguish them.

Xi Congshuang's voice came from beside me: "Where is the fever?"

She had teleported there without her noticing, and with a gentle touch, lifted Su Wenxin's face, frowning as she asked.

When Su Wenxin faced Xi Congshuang's face, which was so close to hers, again after that night, she stammered, "I...I'm fine."

Hearing that everything was alright, Xi Congshuang released her hand and took out a medicinal herb from her sleeve: "If you're injured, you need to apply medicine. Don't push yourself."

Su Wenxin took the medicine and replied with a blush.

Unaware of what was happening, Xi Congshuang returned to the tree and began reading the jade slips scattered on the ground.

Left behind, Su Wenxin squatted in front of the Wuding Wood, her face gradually turning red as the firelight grew larger.

At first glance, it looks like it's been heated red by the temperature of a spiritual fire.

Yu Se, who had intended to offer words of comfort, inexplicably felt that she shouldn't speak at this moment, and stared blankly with her mouth wide open.

It's so strange. I can't quite put my finger on what's strange about it, but it's just so strange.

After some time, when Lan Hui came up to lead the person away, she said to Xi Congshuang, "These days, the young palace master has been so kind to you. From now on, junior sister, you don't need to come up to cultivate anymore. The disciples' competition is approaching, and Yu Se will be cultivating with the other disciples to participate in the competition in the future."

"Whether you bring one cultivator or two, it's all the same," Xi Congshuang nodded in agreement.

Her sleeve was tugged, and Xi Congshuang knew who was doing it without turning around. She asked Lan Hui, "The Disciple Competition is held every fifty years. Whose turn is it this time?"

If the Flying Immortal Palace were to organize it, Lan Hui, as the Palace Master's chief disciple, wouldn't have such an easy time coming up every day to take away Yu Se, who was depleting her spiritual energy.

Lan Hui was surprised for a moment, not expecting Xi Congshuang to have the interest in asking about the disciples' competition: "Qingfeng Sect, would the young palace master be interested in going to take a look?"

Before Xi Congshuang was born, she had already participated in two disciple competitions. Although she looks no more than twenty years old, she is actually over four hundred years old.

At four hundred years old, one is already at the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, possessing superior aptitude. Xi Congshuang, at eighteen years old, is a rare find in the world, representing the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage.

After asking the question, Lan Hui realized that she had said the wrong thing. Even though the young master's temperament had become much more peaceful recently, she had not forgotten that the other party did not like others mentioning going out.

Just as she was regretting how to phrase it, Xi Congshuang felt her sleeve being tugged again and said helplessly, "Okay, let me think about it."

This news excited Lan Hui, who repeatedly said she must tell the Palace Master the good news, and then picked up Yu Se and left.

After the person left, Xi Congshuang turned to face the little tail hiding behind her: "You want to go to Qingfeng Sect?"

Su Wenxin: "I don't want to go to Qingfeng Sect, I want to go out and see the world."

Xi Congshuang asked patiently, "Why?"

"..." Su Wenxin opened and closed her mouth, then said aggrievedly, "I just want to go out..."

Xi Congshuang understood; she hadn't forgotten that the girl in front of her was only fifteen years old, the perfect age for unrestrained love of freedom.

The sudden silence made Su Wenxin a little uneasy: "If I go out, will you be unhappy being home alone?"

Xi Congshuang thought for a moment and said, "No."

Su Wenxin's voice grew softer and softer: "Your words are so short."

"..." Xi Congshuang changed her mind, "I'm not upset. I was wrong. You're still young, and it's normal for you to want to go out and explore. It's really unfair to you to stay here with me."

"..."

Su Wenxin thought to herself that she didn't feel wronged, and that Xi Congshuang had been very good to her, so it was probably too much.

She knew that the Palace Master was used to her high position and looked down on Su Wenxin, unlike Su Ying back then. There were always things she couldn't stand, but Xi Congshuang always stood up for her.

If not ten times, then eight.

She remembered each time that things should be considered separately; the fact that the Palace Master was the mother of the Young Palace Master didn't change the fact that she was being protected by her.

"Go ahead, I'll have Lan Hui take care of you. Going out and seeing the world will help your mind." Xi Congshuang lifted the hand that was on Su Wenxin's shoulder, brushed past her, and walked deeper into the main hall.

Su Wenxin felt the warmth on her shoulder leave, and raised her hand to try to hold it back, but the smooth, soft sleeve slipped through her hand like hair, and she couldn't catch it.

That night, feeling uneasy no matter what she thought about, Su Wenxin got up and sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought.

She couldn't figure out what was wrong, she just felt inexplicably uncomfortable, as if something was about to erupt.

I wanted to go find Xi Congshuang, but after circling her door several times, I still didn't have the courage to knock, and there was no sound coming from inside.

He must be in a meditative state.

Just as she was about to leave, the door not far away opened, and Xi Congshuang came out from behind the door, grabbed her wrist, and walked towards the back woods.

At first, Su Wenxin thought the other party was unhappy because of what happened in the evening, and wanted to say something to appease her, but then she heard Xi Congshuang say, "Why are you wandering around? Don't you know you're about to form your Golden Core?"

Su Wenxin: "Huh?"

Xi Congshuang stopped in her tracks and looked at the figure beside her. In her eyes, the figure was constantly tightening her spiritual power, and a small red dot was faintly visible in her dantian.

He almost laughed out of anger, and pushed the person into the formation: "Go in quickly and focus on forming your core. I'll protect you outside."

"...I'm going to form my Golden Core?" Su Wenxin still had a sense of unreality. After being scolded so many times for being useless, she was actually going to form her Golden Core one day.

She knew it was tonight, and she was prepared, but she didn't know it was tonight, and it was also her first time forming a Golden Core.

Confused and bewildered, Su Wenxin was pushed into the formation that Xi Congshuang had repaired. She forgot what she originally wanted to say and sat down cross-legged.

This time, the tangible result of the formation of the Golden Core finally appeared. A faint rumble of thunder sounded in the sky, and countless streams of spiritual energy surged toward her, all of which entered the meditator's spiritual veins and flowed into her spiritual palace.

Su Wenxin learned to introspect his spiritual palace without a teacher, guiding all his spiritual power to concentrate in his dantian. A golden core appeared faintly, gradually becoming larger and rounder over time.

When someone forms a Golden Core, the sky and clouds change color. Xi Congshuang stands outside the formation to protect the Dharma, not worried about Su Wenxin's situation.

She knew that Su Wenxin would succeed.

She will successfully form her core, moving further and further away from her original destiny and the fate of a bloodthirsty demon, until no one dares to say a word against her anymore.

Suddenly, the person standing at the edge of the formation moved; she saw the lightning tribulation approaching.

"Boom—!"

The first lightning bolt struck down, illuminating the sky and the world with a blinding white light, carrying the power of lightning capable of tearing through the heavens, heading straight for the figures in the formation.

However, the formation withstood the lightning tribulation, and the people inside were unharmed. Time was of the essence, and soon a second lightning tribulation struck, still heading straight for the cultivator in the center of the formation.

The rumbling continued all night. People from the Immortal Pavilion came and went, and they were shocked to learn that the person undergoing tribulation was Su Wenxin.

What's even more shocking is that he successfully formed his core under Xi Congshuang's guidance. It was thought that Xi Congshuang would be devastated by this, but it turns out that his foundation was still intact.

A genius is a genius; even with only one-tenth of his spiritual power, he can still teach an incorrigible person to the Core Formation stage.

After the six tribulations of lightning, all the cultivators who came to watch were asked to leave by Xi Congshuang, leaving her alone to wait in the same spot.

The surging dark clouds gradually dispersed, the lightning tribulation dissipated, and the descending spiritual rain nourished the cultivators within the formation.

Su Wenxin broke through to the Golden Core stage and officially became a Golden Core cultivator.

Gathering her spiritual energy, Su Wenxin opened her eyes and instinctively wanted to share with Xi Congshuang, but she saw that while the other was listening to her, he took off his outer robe and draped it over her.

Su Wenxin paused, only then realizing that her robes were tattered and worn. She could wear them, but she would look like a beggar, which was unsightly.

Who would want to look bad in front of Xi Congshuang? Su Wenxin, for one, was definitely not.

Reshaped by the spiritual rain, Su Wenxin felt a hand fall on her head and rub it: "Successfully forming your core at fifteen, that's great."

"Really? How old were you when you formed your core?" Su Wenxin immediately perked up again, put on her large outer robe, which was a little too big and loose, so she had to lift the hem when she walked.

Xi Congshuang: "Twelve."

Su Wenxin: "..."

At twelve years old, she was still playing with mud with the neighbor's kids—real mud, mixed with water, and molded into various shapes.

Then pick the nice ones, paint them with color, and take them to the market to sell.

Xi Congshuang was unaware of Su Wenxin's girlish thoughts. She said, "We've finally waited until you reach the Golden Core stage. I can give you what I prepared beforehand. Your intuition is sharp, so you're not suited to follow our sound cultivation or array cultivation path. It would drain your patience and willpower."

"After much thought, I think you're suited to be a swordsmith."

Recovering from a subtle setback, Su Wenxin asked, "A sword cultivator?"

"Hmm." Xi Congshuang put her hand into her sleeve, which aroused Su Wenxin's curiosity. What else was in her sleeve? It seemed like she had everything.

Then, Su Wenxin's eyes widened.

The elegant immortal slowly pulled out a large sword, half the height of a person, from his sleeve. A line of blood-red gleamed on the cold blade. At first glance, it looked like blood, but upon closer inspection, it was a red line running through the blade. The blade was about the width of a palm and radiated a bright spiritual light. Anyone who saw it for the first time would exclaim that it was a fine sword.

The immortal holding the knife made a flourish on his wrist, with the tip of the knife pointing outwards, and handed the hilt to Su Wenxin.

Xi Congshuang's lips curled up: "Take this, this is the magical artifact I prepared for you. I spent a long time choosing, and I think this one is the most suitable for you."

"..." Su Wenxin loosened her grip on the hem of the garment, took it with both hands, and felt its heavy weight in her hands.

She is no longer someone who can't even lift the Ink Dragon Wooden Staff; she will become a cultivator wielding a long sword.

It was more than enough as a natal spiritual weapon for a Golden Core cultivator, and at the same time, she was also crazy about the knife, as if she should be the one wielding it.

"As for swordsmanship, you can practice this for now. I'll give you a better one later." One strike wasn't enough, so Xi Congshuang struck again, taking out another jade slip from her sleeve.

Su Wenxin's feelings were hard to describe. With a long sword in one hand and martial arts techniques in the other, she should have been happy and joyful, enjoying herself as naturally as Yu Se, who was the same age as her.

Now, her heart was overwhelmed with a deep sense of sorrow, her eyes welled up with tears.

The sound of her sobbing was heard, and tears were wiped away from the corners of her eyes. Xi Congshuang hadn't expected that giving a gift would make her cry, and she was a little at a loss: "Don't you like it?"

“I don’t dislike it.” Su Wenxin gripped the things in her hands tightly. A question that had been buried deep in her heart for a long time finally had the courage to emerge. She asked, “Why did you give me a knife? Don’t you think I should be able to use a sword?”

Xi Congshuang seemed to understand, and softened her voice: "I don't care where you came from, whose descendant you are, or who raised you. The war between immortals and demons has long since ended, and there is no longer any need for anyone to amaze the world with a sword. I just feel that... you are more suited to using a knife."

Knife techniques differ from sword techniques; they are more expansive and forceful, relying on sheer power to overcome all other techniques. Simply put, it's about slashing—slashing from various angles and at a faster speed.

These things suddenly become simple and clear in the face of the ability to ignite the driftwood.

In Xi Congshuang's presence, Su Wenxin is simply Su Wenxin, without any distinction of status. When choosing cultivation methods for her, she only considers those most suitable for her.

She is an individual and doesn't need to follow someone else's path again, or to succeed by perfectly imitating someone else.

Su Wenxin suddenly had an impulse. She thought it, and she did it. She threw down what she was holding and threw herself into Xi Congshuang's arms.

The person whose clothes were soaked with tears was only surprised for a moment before accepting all of the other person's emotions with tolerance.

Without any romantic gestures, he raised his hand to comfort the girl who was silently weeping in his arms, and smoothed her long hair that had been shattered by lightning.

Xi Congshuang thought to herself: Hmm, a frizzy little cat.

Su Wenxin's muffled voice came from her arms: "You've been too good to me, your kindness is too great, I'm afraid I won't be able to repay you."

"How could that be? Didn't we agree that you would guide me? This is the reward you should receive as the young palace master's guide." Xi Congshuang spoke realistically, "If we were outside, I might not be as quick-witted as you."

Su Wenxin understood the implication in her words and looked up in surprise: "Are you going out too?"

Xi Congshuang spent the whole night thinking it through and made her decision. She was no longer afraid of anything: "Of course, I don't want to be locked up here for the rest of my life, barely surviving in an array that restricts the flow of spiritual energy, until my life is exhausted."

"Humans are born towards death, while cultivators defy the heavens. I merely follow the will of heaven, so how can I be a qualified cultivator? I am no different from ordinary people."

Su Wenxin felt she should try to persuade her, but she didn't want to. If she did, what difference would there be between her and those who only wanted her to practice swordsmanship, and those who thought that if she couldn't do it, she was inferior to Su Xianzun?

She promised, "Then when you go out in the future, I will be your eyes and ears, and I will tell you everything I see."

"Okay," Xi Congshuang agreed.