Chapter 115 Master Qingyu is certain that Ye Li will go back with him.

Upon hearing this, Master Qiu's smug expression flickered for a moment before he said impatiently, "Of course someone told me, why should I tell you! I'm warning you, stop wasting my time, or you'll regret it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the iron net that had been covering Ye Li was suddenly lifted up.

Before Master Qiu could react, Ye Li's sword had already stopped between his eyebrows.

His eyes were cold and icy. "Can you speak now?"

Master Qiu couldn't believe it. "Aren't you in the Qi Refining stage? How could you break free? Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Ye Li pushed the tip of her sword forward again. "Now I'm asking you. If you don't speak now, you won't have another chance."

The sharp pain of the sword piercing his forehead startled Master Qiu, who cried out, "Fellow Daoist, please don't kill me!"

"I'll talk!"

"..."

Master Qiu's name is Qiu Zhiyuan. Three years ago, when the Tianmen Sect was recruiting registered disciples, he went there full of confidence.

However, he failed the first round of assessments and was extremely angry. He refused to leave for several days and cursed loudly at the entrance of the Tianmen Sect every day.

Then one night, a mysterious person appeared.

He said he had a way to help him cultivate so that he could achieve immortality and ascend to heaven without having to join the Heavenly Gate Sect.

At the time, Qiu Zhiyuan was at a low point in his life and was quickly persuaded by the other party.

The man gave him the first volume of a cultivation technique.

At first, he was skeptical, but after practicing the technique, he quickly broke through to the Qi Refining stage.

He was overjoyed, thinking he had met a benefactor, and couldn't wait to get the second volume.

But when he saw the methods of sacrifice and killing in the second volume, he was shocked to realize that it was actually a book of evil magic.

But in order to continue to improve, he continued training.

However, this evil method was not the righteous path after all. When he cultivated to the Golden Core stage, the technique began to backfire.

He anxiously sought the man's help, who said that as long as he found the Soul Return Mirror, he could defy fate and continue his cultivation.

So throughout the year, Qiu Zhiyuan made inquiries from various sources. In order to get information as quickly as possible, he even entered the Yanyang Palace and became the Crown Prince's tutor, with the aim of mobilizing the power of the Yanyang Kingdom to help him search.

Just two months ago, he finally found out that the Soul Return Mirror was in Baiyun Mountain.

He rushed over, but almost got stuck inside.

So he returned to the palace and tricked Pei Yunque into coming along under the pretext of celebrating the king's birthday, so that he could scout the way for him.

...

"I've said everything I needed to say, can you let me go now?"

Qiu Zhiyuan cowered in fear; if he weren't too afraid to move, he would have definitely knelt down and begged for mercy.

Ye Li frowned upon hearing his words, "What does this mysterious person you mentioned look like? What are his characteristics?"

"he……"

Qiu Zhiyuan hesitated, recalling the mysterious man's warning.

However, the next second, Ye Li swung her blade, and two more wounds appeared on his arm.

He screamed in pain, fearing that Ye Li would cut something else, and hurriedly said, "He is dressed in black robes, and his aura is terrifying. He always appears and disappears like a ghost, neither human nor ghost nor immortal!"

Hearing this familiar description, Ye Li's heart tightened. "Is he wearing a ghost mask on his face?!"

Qiu Zhiyuan was surprised, "How did you know? He was wearing a ghost mask, and he..."

Before he could finish speaking, Qiu Zhiyuan's body suddenly twitched.

"And what?"

Amid Ye Li's persistent questioning, a loud "bang" sounded.

Qiu Zhiyuan's body suddenly exploded out of thin air.

The blood mist fell and splattered onto Ye Li's astonished face.

She instinctively looked around, but there was no one there.

In hindsight, he realized that this must be some kind of evil magic; if he revealed the masked man's identity, he would explode and die.

It's not surprising that Qiu Zhiyuan is dead, but...

Ye Li took out the Soul Return Mirror. Why was the masked man also looking for this?

She hadn't realized it before, but ever since she learned of the masked man's existence, she felt that his shadow surrounded her everywhere.

Unconsciously, she felt as if he had forced her into a narrow cage, and she knew nothing about him.

Just as Ye Li was pondering, a trembling voice sounded behind her, like ice shattering.

"Ah Li?"

"..."

Behind him, Master Qingyu saw Ye Li covered in blood, as if he had returned to the illusion of the Misty Camphor Forest. He could only watch helplessly as Ye Li was tortured and killed, her golden core dug out.

The pungent stench of blood overlapped with what had happened before. Qingyu Zhenren stared at that familiar figure, his eyes, usually calm and still, now seemed to be struck by a boulder, surging with turbulent waves. His throat felt constricted, and a profound fear welled up within him.

If Ah Li were to die in front of him again, he... he...

Just as that fear was about to overwhelm him, Ye Li finally turned around.

Seeing that she was unharmed, Master Qingyu's eyes were instantly filled with surprise, but he quickly composed himself, breathed a slight sigh of relief, and his tense shoulders quietly relaxed. He then said coldly, "Now that you have seen your master, why don't you kneel down?"

Ye Li's brow twitched slightly, but only for a moment before she calmed down and said distantly, "Master Qingyu is the sect leader of the Lotus Sect. I am a disciple of Elder Song of the outer sect. I am not worthy to call you Master."

"Oh."

A cold laugh.

"I thought you'd learned your lesson after dying once, but you've become even more arrogant, daring to deceive your master. I know everything; you used evil magic to possess a disciple named Jiang Li. Even if you don't admit it, it's no use. Kneel down and admit your mistake."

This cold and ruthless tone was something Ye Li used to be terrified of, so no matter what, she would try her best to do it.

But at this moment, her worst fear has become a reality, yet she remains completely calm.

After all this time, she couldn't believe that Master Qingyu still didn't know how she died.

If it weren't for their indifference, why would she need to change her appearance?

But he not only did not feel remorse for her death, he did not even show the slightest bit of regret.

It's as if if she were to come back to life, all the slander, harm, and indifference she suffered would disappear.

Ye Li slowly raised her eyes. The Qingyu Zhenren in front of her was as unapproachable as before, dressed in white as if he were a banished immortal descending to earth.

He was waiting for her to call him "Master" and kneel at his feet, just like before.

He can then condescendingly criticize her, pushing her back into the abyss of the past.

After all, in the past twenty years, Ye Li had never disobeyed Qingyu Zhenren in any way. She would do anything to complete any order he gave her.

Therefore, in Qingyu Zhenren's view, there was no objection to Ye Li kneeling down to admit her mistakes and returning to the Lotus Sect.

He was even imagining how he should punish Ye Li for using the evil art of possession after she admitted her mistake, so as to give the Tianmen Sect an explanation.

After all, he had always been upright and honest, yet his disciple took the life of a fellow disciple in order to survive, a crime that deserved no punishment.

It must be handled impartially.

Just as he was pondering this, he suddenly heard a laugh.

The laughter was extremely sarcastic, as if it had heard a joke, or as if it was mocking his delusions.

The sound was so jarring that Qingyu Zhenren's face froze for a moment.

His voice suddenly turned cold, "What are you laughing at?"