Chapter 130 I'll help you take it off: The person disappeared so quickly that everyone was caught off guard, and they didn't know how to chase after them...

The person disappeared so quickly that everyone was caught off guard. They wanted to chase after them, but they didn't know where the other party's magical artifact was headed.

Trying to go out and search for it is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Furthermore, the incident involved the Su family and the Flying Immortal Palace, so what does it have to do with everyone else?

As a result, most of the people immediately dispersed, not to mention the powerful figures who, from the very beginning, remained as still as mountains and did not budge an inch.

Ultimately, the Qingfeng Sect members resigned themselves to their misfortune and sent disciples to investigate the depths of the Cliff of Contemplation.

As a result, they brought out Lan Hui, the senior sister of Feixian Palace, who was frozen in place by a magic spell. She was covered in a layer of snow. If she hadn't been standing in a sheltered spot when the incident happened, she probably would have turned into a Nascent Soul ice sculpture.

Even cultivators would feel cold in a place like the Cliff of Contemplation.

But everyone was thinking about something else entirely. She could subdue Lan Hui so easily, let alone anyone else. It would only be more difficult to catch her.

Furthermore, the Flying Immortal Palace was busy arguing with the Su family, and no one even remembered what was missing in this chaotic scene.

It wasn't until Lan Hui went looking for someone that she realized something was missing: the little girl in red who had been kidnapped in public was none other than Su Wenxin.

They just killed the father and took his daughter away?

I have no idea what she's thinking.

*

Just as everyone expected, the Divine Travel Artifact could travel a thousand miles in an instant, disappearing from the Qingfeng Sect's radius of a hundred miles in the blink of an eye.

The advantage of this magical artifact is that it allows for fast escape, making it difficult to capture even high-level powerful beings.

There are also many disadvantages. This thing is disposable; it breaks after use, and the landing location is random.

Xi Congshuang hadn't planned her location when using this high-level spiritual artifact; if she were randomly thrown into a dangerous place, she would have no choice but to accept her bad luck.

Thinking this, Xi Congshuang raised her hand and covered the eyes of the person in her arms, her voice hoarse: "Close your eyes, don't look."

Actually, Su Wenxin hadn't realized what was happening yet.

There were many people at the time, and the female cultivator from the Su family next to her tried to pull her away so that she wouldn't be accidentally injured.

Before the other person could finish speaking, Su Wenxin's arm was suddenly pulled away.

Immediately afterwards, Xi Congshuang must have used something to cause an uproar.

Su Wen was overwhelmed by the sight; her vision blurred, and all that remained were afterimages—it was because she was flying too fast.

Before she could even feel surprised or take a second look, a slightly cool hand covered her eyes, and Xi Congshuang's voice rang in her ears. She subconsciously complied.

As soon as Xi Congshuang finished speaking, a strong sense of dizziness struck, almost causing Su Wenxin to lose her balance, and her brows furrowed.

The dizziness was something that even a Golden Core cultivator like her couldn't resist; Su Wenxin hadn't felt such a strong nausea in a long time.

Fortunately, the intense dizziness didn't last long. After a few breaths, Su Wenxin felt herself back on solid ground.

"We've arrived." Xi Congshuang released her hand, and the bright sunlight reappeared before Su Wenxin's eyes.

But she still felt that her soul hadn't caught up with her yet. Even with her feet on the ground, she felt like she was floating on air. After a moment of confusion, she suddenly remembered where she had been taken.

Upon closer inspection, he saw that the surrounding area was lush with vegetation and rarely visited by people, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it wasn't too unlucky; it landed in a desolate wilderness, which was truly a stroke of good fortune amidst misfortune.

Xi Congshuang let go, turned around and took a few steps, seemingly looking for something, but it was too late. A flash of light appeared in her hand, and a black dragon wooden staff appeared. She raised her hand, grasped it, and stuck it into the ground to support her body.

He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, and the demonic mark between his eyebrows reappeared, its color eerily red.

"Why are you vomiting so much blood? Are you alright? The numbers do look bad. Maybe you should take some pills to replenish your energy. No, you can't take any. It will only worsen your spiritual energy..." Red Apple was terrified and kept muttering to herself, but she found that nothing was right.

It tried to pat her back with its wings, but the angle was bad and the wings ended up patting Xi Congshuang's shoulder.

Xi Congshuang felt as if she was vomiting blood while being elbowed. When she opened her eyes and wanted the navigation system to take a break and stop bothering her, she was stunned.

She seemed to see something; the muddy ground covered with green vines came into view, and the grass under her feet was ankle-high, submerging her feet, which were still speckled with drops of blood.

That was the blood she vomited.

Not far away, there were gnarled tree roots. She was standing under the huge ancient tree that blocked out the sky, with faint sunlight filtering through the gaps in the leaves.

A moment of clarity made her forget the pain in her body, and she blinked subconsciously.

Sure enough, after opening my eyes, I couldn't see anything again; my field of vision had vanished into nothingness.

"..."

It was so fast it seemed like Xi Congshuang's illusion. She couldn't understand why, but the backlash from deep within her spiritual veins finally made her unable to stand up straight, and she fell onto the person walking towards her.

Then consciousness gradually sank.

Her consciousness sank like it was falling into the deep sea. Her subconscious warned her how dangerous her helplessness was, while her reason desperately urged her to wake up immediately in order to deal with everything.

But even the loudest voices cannot overcome the overwhelming consciousness; those who have exhausted their spiritual power are powerless to resist and fall into complete silence.

If Xi Congshuang still had the ability to mobilize spiritual power, she could see how strange her current situation was by looking into her spiritual mansion, which was still completely dry.

Upon closer inspection, the red color at the bottom of the silent river becomes even more apparent.

It's like magma spreading across the bottom of a dried-up river, flowing continuously into a blood-red undercurrent, hidden underground, surging and rushing.

As his spirit palace was in this state, the demonic mark between his brows grew even more crimson, redder than when it first appeared.

Unbeknownst to the sleeping person, as this undercurrent swept through, the spiritual veins, already riddled with cracks and widened even further by the burst of spiritual energy, were stretched open a second time, becoming even wider than before.

*

Xi Congshuang didn't sleep for long. When she regained consciousness, she heard the sound of wood hitting the ground.

"Thump." The log hit the ground and rolled a few times.

Xi Congshuang's ears twitched slightly, and she became fully awake. Her body remained in the position she had been in when she was unconscious, pressed against the warm body in her arms.

She didn't rush to speak or move because she heard other sounds.

"Hiss..." Someone gasped softly, then realized what was happening and lowered their breathing.

Like a wary little animal, afraid of disturbing those around it, it carefully returns to silence after making the slightest noise.

Xi Congshuang remained expressionless and her breathing was normal. She felt that she was being carefully observed by the other party.

The quiet didn't last long. She was still thinking about what she hadn't finished, so she carefully moved and adjusted her position, and then quietly took something out of her storage bag.

Xi Congshuang felt a faint warmth, which must have come from something she had lit, most likely wood.

The piece of wood held in the girl's hand successfully caught fire, and then she secretly used her spiritual power to control it, sending it flying into the burning fire.

This time she controlled it well, and the wood was slowly placed on top of other burning wood. Su Wenxin breathed a silent sigh of relief, her eyes reflecting the burning fire.

That way, my body won't keep getting cold, right?

Xi Congshuang belatedly realized that she was being enveloped in a warm feeling.

Being an ice-elemental cultivator simply means they are less afraid of the cold compared to cultivators with other elemental roots; it doesn't mean they are completely immune to the cold.

Although one embarks on the path of cultivation and practices fasting and cultivation, one cannot escape the mortal body until one ascends to immortality. When weak, one can still feel pain and cold, and when lifespan is exhausted, one will face the end and perish in the passage of time.

Everything that's happening now must have been caused while she was in a coma.

The person who had been embracing her like an octopus loosened their grip, which Su Wenxin immediately noticed. She looked up but couldn't make out what was going on.

Because Xi Congshuang doesn't open her eyes often and is used to suppressing her spiritual power, it's impossible to determine whether she's awake or asleep using conventional methods.

But after what happened this afternoon, Su Wenxin felt that Xi Congshuang, who was in a coma, talked a little more than when she was awake, and would say she was cold.

Su Wenxin asked softly, "You're awake. Is anything bothering you?"

"No," Xi Congshuang replied.

Thinking it was another pointless question, Su Wenxin was surprised to actually receive an answer. She immediately sat up and left the embrace that exuded a cool fragrance.

The familiar presence suddenly vanished, and Xi Congshuang suddenly felt a little cold. She didn't say anything, but slowly sat up. She wanted to ask how much time had passed and if anything had happened.

Also, it should be made clear that Elder Qu's death really had nothing to do with her...

Just as she was about to speak, she felt a weight in her arms as Su Wenxin threw herself into her embrace, her hot, wet tears falling onto her shoulder.

Xi Congshuang: "..."

She cried, burying her face in Xi Congshuang's shoulder, tears streaming down her face without uttering a sound.

Su Wenxin, who used to be fearless and would run away if she couldn't win, or perish together with someone if she couldn't outrun them, was now silently weeping on her shoulder.

Such a passionate and dramatic personality, yet unexpectedly quiet when crying.

"Don't get too excited, watch out for a rear naked choke from the opposite direction!" said Red Apple, who had somehow appeared online.

With such a spoilsport present, Xi Congshuang quickly snapped out of her daze, raising her hand to pat her hunched back, which was trembling slightly.

Xi Congshuang: "I'm sorry for making you worry."

Su Wenxin wanted to speak, but it felt like something was blocking her throat, causing her tears to stream down her face.

She couldn't speak, she just kept shaking her head, her grip on Xi Congshuang's sleeve tightening, making Xi Congshuang's sleeve a mess.

It was impossible not to worry. Xi Congshuang fainted on her without saying a word. She led people to find a cave to hide in, fearing that a cultivator might pass by.

What if someone sees us? What if we're not strong enough to beat them?

The cultivation world deeply abhors the word "demon," which would threaten Xi Congshuang's life.

With this worry in mind, Su Wenxin frantically searched for a hiding place while simultaneously handling the situation properly.

While in a coma, Xi Congshuang kept vomiting blood. The bloodstains on the corners of her lips would be wiped away and then reappear. After vomiting blood, she would say she was cold. Even the fire she lit was not enough. She had no choice but to circulate her spiritual energy to generate heat while holding the shivering Xi Congshuang to warm her up.

The demonic mark on her forehead was getting redder and redder. Su Wenxin wasn't afraid that the other party would completely fall into demonic possession, like that night at Lengquan. At least she would still be able to move.

Unlike now, when I just curl up in a ball and complain of the cold, I'm really fragile, and my face is frighteningly pale.

She has already lost someone who was good to her, and she doesn't want to lose another one.

Too many worries weighed on her mind, and she was truly terrified.

The red apple finally realized that its appearance was inappropriate, and flapped its wings and flew deeper into the cave.

It's not in a hurry to go offline and slack off, afraid that without its navigation host it will be trapped deep in the mountains and unable to get out.

The female lead is reliable, but she is still young and lacks experience, which makes the plot of her having her eyes gouged out and falling into a secret realm increasingly distant.

Overall, things are moving in a positive direction; leaving Feixian Palace might actually be a good thing.

So the burden of guiding the way still fell on its little apple, a difficult task.

Xi Congshuang stopped asking questions and quietly held the person, waiting for her to calm down.

The journey had been truly thrilling, and she knew that it wouldn't be too difficult to let Su Wenxin stay in the Qingfeng Sect. In any case, the Qingfeng Sect leader would treat her well out of consideration for the daughter of an old friend.

As for her in front of Feixian Palace, she was a victim and dared not mention the matter beforehand, but the disdain from outsiders behind her back was something that even the Qingfeng Sect leader could not resolve.

But she couldn't rest easy without her by her side, so she took her away in front of everyone without prior notice.

Now we don't know what people are saying about her, or what they're saying about Su Wenxin. They might even be labeled as accomplices.

Xi Congshuang lowered her eyes, her cheek brushing against the girl's messy hair. She said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I took you away from Qingfeng Sect without your permission."

Su Wenxin's voice was still hoarse: "Even if you hadn't taken me with you, I would have found a way to escape. You know perfectly well that I really dislike that place."

Xi Congshuang: "Aren't you worried that my actions will damage your reputation?"

Su Wenxin: "That kind of thing is just empty fame, what's the point of having it?"

Moreover, Su Wenxin never considered herself to belong to any prestigious or orthodox sect, but she also didn't think of herself as a heretic. She was simply herself, doing whatever she wanted to do.

It was also because Xi Congshuang grew up in the Flying Immortal Palace, with such a famous mother, and was taught by so many elders that she limited herself.

After thinking for a moment, Su Wenxin added, "You are not allowed to say sorry."

How domineering.

A smile appeared on Xi Congshuang's lips: "Okay."

After crying out all the grievances in her heart, Su Wenxin came to her senses and felt a little embarrassed about the wet marks on Xi Congshuang's shoulder.

But when his gaze fell further down and he saw the dried bloodstains on Xi Congshuang's blue robe, all his embarrassment vanished, replaced by worry.

She can't go back to Feixian Palace now, and she doesn't know where else is suitable for her to recuperate.

Su Wenxin didn't want her to ask about something she should worry about right after she woke up, so she said, "There's a stream nearby, I'll get some water for you to wash your face?"

Xi Congshuang: "Okay."

The problem could be solved with a simple cleansing spell, so the fact that Xi Congshuang agreed meant that she wouldn't need to use any spiritual power.

Su Wenxin stopped asking questions and got up to leave.

It was completely dark outside. Su Wenxin was a Golden Core cultivator and could see in the dark, so she quickly went to the place to fetch water and returned.

When they returned, they saw that Xi Congshuang had changed her clothes. The long-sleeved blue robe she wore had been replaced with a sky-blue dress, the sleeves of which were much smaller.

Compared to her usual ethereal appearance, she was more refined and elegant. In addition, she deliberately concealed her spiritual power, making her look even less like a cultivator who could fly and disappear in an instant.

He's more like a scholar, full of intellectual air and erudite.

But when she turned around, the blindfold pulled Su Wenxin back to reality, and she felt a pang of regret.

Hmm? Wait, why has her hair turned black?

Upon closer inspection, Su Wenxin realized that it was indeed black hair. Xi Congshuang had re-tied up her disheveled hair, making it much simpler than her hairstyle at the Qingfeng Sect, still secured only by an ebony hairpin.

She was very familiar with the ebony hairpin; it was a miniature version of the Ink Dragon Wooden Staff, which she had dragged back with great effort.

Fortunately, she had become stronger; otherwise, if she had brought Xi Congshuang back, she wouldn't have known what to do with that wooden staff.

Before she knew it, she had been staring at him for a while, which made Xi Congshuang realize it too.

Xi Congshuang pulled up her collar and fastened her belt: "You're back?"

Su Wenxin hummed in agreement. Staring at the other person getting dressed made her blush. She turned her head and poured water from the gourd, wetting her handkerchief.

This handkerchief was also taken from Xi Congshuang. She took five of them, and she was puzzled every time she took one. Why would the young palace master carry handkerchiefs all over her body?

Later, these exquisite and beautiful handkerchiefs were used to wipe her blood, and they were all washed clean, dried, and stored away.

Now it has finally come in handy again.

Su Wenxin took the damp handkerchief and walked towards Xi Congshuang. The other woman obediently sat back down on the ground where her outer robe was laid out, raising her head slightly and letting Su Wenxin do as she pleased.

She was the one who offered to wipe her face, but now that she was actually standing in front of Xi Congshuang, Su Wenxin felt a little regretful.

Actually, Xi Congshuang's face was clean, with nothing that needed to be wiped, but...

Reason and feelings are completely opposite.

Su Wenxin: "How about I take the things off your eyes?"

If you want to wipe your face, you should remove the stuff from your face first, otherwise most of your face will be covered, and the remaining areas will be difficult to wipe.

Xi Congshuang did not object, so Su Wenxin put her hand behind her head, leaned closer, and untied the knot at the back of her head.

The tight knot loosened, and the white silk that had been covering her eyes was no longer restrained. It slid down softly, revealing the outline of her eyes.

Su Wen stared intently, unconsciously recalling that night at Lengquan.

That night, the darkness was too great for her to see clearly...

Now that there was no one around and the firelight inside the cave was bright, the warm firelight reflected on her face. Su Wenxin suddenly felt a bit cultured and remembered the phrase "a beauty under the lamplight".

She was already beautiful, but now, whether it was because she was feeling the stirrings of love or something else, she exuded a breathtaking aura.

Even at this moment, she didn't forget to keep her gaze fixed on Xi Congshuang's eyes.

It turns out she has a beauty mark under her eye, which I had never noticed before.

A small beauty mark under her right eye softened Xi Congshuang's overall appearance.

"..." Su Wenxin was mesmerized.

Suddenly, Xi Congshuang raised her wrist and grasped Su Wenxin's hand. Her palm was warm, and Su Wenxin was startled. She almost tried to pull away, but then she saw Xi Congshuang open her eyes and look at her face with unfocused eyes.

"What color are my eyes now?" Xi Congshuang asked.

She changed the color of her hair and eyes; otherwise, walking around with white hair and blindfolds would attract too much attention and make it difficult for her to move around.

Back when she was at the foot of the Cliff of Contemplation—no, back when she was still in the Flying Immortal Palace—Xi Congshuang had already made up her mind not to stay there for long.

With Xi Tingzhu around, things could easily get out of control. Her spiritual palace was damaged, and she couldn't possibly win against him. She planned to go to the Demon Realm first to resolve her bloodline issue.

Since there are no records of demonic bloodlines in the cultivation world, the only option is to go to the Demon Realm deep within the abyss to investigate, but first, one must wander around the battlefield of the Immortal-Demon War.

She didn't know where her mother got the other half of the demon bloodline from, but based on the timeline, it was probably during the Immortal-Demon War, which lasted for over a hundred years.

Anything can happen in a hundred years.

Even the eldest disciple only joined the sect a few years before the great war, and her mother still had time to travel back and forth between the Flying Immortal Palace and the battlefield to teach her eldest disciple whom she had personally taken in.

In short, we'll decide whether to return to Feixian Palace after we've resolved the issue.

A cultivator's lifespan is long; even if she leaves for ten or eight years, there might not be much change.

Inside the same cave, the two men had different ideas.

Su Wenxin's image was reflected in his dark eyes, and his heart began to beat faster involuntarily.

She looked into the other person's eyes, which were filled with her own, and answered truthfully, "They are black."