Back at Fusheng Pavilion, Nanshan Residence was deathly silent, and Qinghe could sense the presence of death.

When a disciple saw Senior Sister Jiyue return, he cried out and ran to her.

"Senior Sister Jiyue, you're finally back!"

Qinghe asked, "What happened?"

The disciple told her everything that had happened in the past two days.

Upon hearing this, Qinghe said in a deep voice, "Five people have died in just two days?"

The disciple trembled and said in a trembling voice, "Now everyone in the pavilion is in a state of panic. No one dares to live in Nanshan anymore. The Grand Tutor is furious and has arranged for everyone to stay in the side hall. He is determined to find out who the murderer is."

Qing pondered, wondering who had done this and whether it was related to the Divine Pearl.

Where is the body?

The disciple said, "The Grand Tutor ordered it to be cremated." She leaned closer to Qinghe and whispered, "I'm afraid it might turn into a corpse."

Cremation leaves no bone fragments, so there's no way to trace it.

“By the way,” the disciple said, “the Grand Tutor instructed that you go to see her immediately after you return.”

Qinghe nodded: "I understand."

After changing into clean clothes, Qinghe set off for the main hall.

There were still people meditating in front of the hall, but only a few. Qinghe glanced at them casually and then looked away.

The main hall was quiet as usual, and its ancient and solemn atmosphere gave people a great sense of security.

The Grand Tutor stood in the center of the hall, a small lotus lantern floating in her hand.

Qinghe bowed and said, "Master."

The Grand Tutor put away the lotus lantern and looked at Qinghe with sharp eyes. "You know about what happened these past two days, right?"

Qinghe nodded.

What do you think?

Qinghe's eyes darted around before he cautiously asked, "When my disciple returned to the mountain, he was attacked by demons. Could this be the work of demons as well?"

The Grand Tutor's level is not comparable to others, so she always has to be extremely careful when facing him and choose the most tactful excuse to deal with him.

In the past, the Grand Tutor would always respond to her, but this time he did not.

Qinghe waited for a long time but did not hear the Grand Tutor's reply, so she couldn't help but look up.

When she saw the Grand Tutor's solemn expression and his probing gaze fixed on her, her heart sank slightly; it seemed she had been exposed.

The next instant, the Grand Tutor swept his sleeve, a strong wind swept by, lifting the gray stone slabs on the ground, and with a terrifying pressure, suddenly attacked Qinghe.

The Great Light Mantra was unleashed in response, and the long whip, mixed with flowing light and lightning, suddenly split the stone slab in two.

Dust rose into the air, and fragments of stone slabs landed between the two, stirring up clouds of dust.

The Grand Tutor sneered, "He's a promising talent, what a pity."

She flashed and suddenly appeared in front of Qinghe, flicking her whisk, which transformed into countless silver threads that attacked Qinghe's face.

Qinghe dodged abruptly, slightly alarmed. This Grand Tutor was quite powerful; if they continued fighting, she would only suffer.

The whisk flew from his hand, transforming into a length several feet long that wrapped around Qinghe. The Grand Tutor formed hand seals, his strange techniques rapidly changing, and a dark blue lotus lantern slowly took shape in his hands.

Qinghe's eyes widened slightly. Although she didn't know what the lotus lantern was, she instinctively sensed danger.

Silver threads filled the sky, blocking Qinghe's vision. He gathered spiritual power in his hand, suddenly raised his palm and cleaved the silver threads, then abruptly retreated.

The instep of the foot scraped across the ground, leaving a long trail of friction.

The Grand Tutor held the lotus lantern in his hand against Qinghe's face, forcing Qinghe to the entrance of the main hall. With a sudden palm strike, the lotus lantern was struck between Qinghe's eyebrows and disappeared.

Qinghe spat out a mouthful of blood, which stained her clothes. At the critical moment, she suddenly raised her hand, and a red light flashed on her wrist, which violently pushed the Grand Tutor back dozens of meters.

A dull pain shot through my chest. When I looked up again, Qinghe had vanished.

...

The sunlight was blinding, so Qinghe raised the back of her hand to shield her eyes. Through her fingers, she saw a familiar scene.

Clusters of fiery red maple leaves rustled softly in the gentle breeze.

On the large stone slab in the distance, a swing swayed casually, making a creaking sound.

Looking back, she saw the familiar, arrogant three characters "Fanglangju" (放浪居). Qinghe's heart stirred slightly; it seemed she had returned to the Qingyun Sect.

In front of the cabin, Li Jiang, Mu Dong, Shen Xun, their master, Uncle Lu Chang, and Senior Bo Da sat together leisurely drinking tea and chatting.

Noticing Qinghe's gaze, Qi Changfeng raised a cup of tea to her from afar and called out, "Waiter, come and have some tea."

Qinghe subconsciously took a step forward, then quickly retreated, saying, "Master, when did you stop drinking alcohol and start drinking tea instead?"

However, Qi Changfeng did not answer her and continued to happily drink tea with the others.

Qinghe tilted his head, a look of suspicion on his face.

"Qinghe".

A familiar voice came from behind. Qinghe turned around abruptly and saw a figure standing on the open ground next to the swing, dressed in a red robe with flowing black hair.

Qing's pupils contracted sharply, and he took a step forward.

"Qi Rong, is that you?"

The figure didn't answer her, but continued to call Qinghe's name in a low, seductive voice, bewitching Qinghe step by step toward the abyss.

For some reason, Qinghe felt very happy. Perhaps it was because she had seen the person she wanted to see, or perhaps for some other reason. In any case, she smiled.

"Qi Rong, what brings you to the Qingyun Sect? Did you come to see me?" Even her tone became cheerful and relaxed.

It wasn't until he got closer to that figure that Qinghe sensed something was amiss.

She stopped abruptly and frowned.

Just as I was pondering what was wrong, the figure suddenly turned around.

"Mo Junqian! How could it be you?"

Qinghe stared in surprise at Mo Junqian, who was dressed in red and had a mocking expression on his face, and a strange emotion welled up in her heart.

Mo Junqian approached her with a cold smile: "Oh, isn't this my dear senior sister? What, haven't you remembered me after so long?"

Qinghe retreated step by step. She had never seen Mo Junqian before, whose expression was fierce and whose demeanor was strange. Her unease and suspicion grew.

Mo Junqian gripped the sword at his waist, his face contorted with rage. "You may not remember me, but I remember you. You used to beat, scold, insult, bully, and humiliate me, and you almost destroyed my foundation. I remember every single one of these debts clearly!"

Qinghe suddenly opened her eyes wide. At this moment, she finally realized that this Mo Junqian was not the Mo Junqian of the past. The Mo Junqian in front of her, who exuded a dangerous and eerie aura, was the male protagonist in the original story who was all-powerful and had completely turned evil!

This heart-wrenching statement immediately brought Qinghe back to reality. She gradually remembered the original text and realized that she was originally just a villainous supporting character with few scenes, a minor character who was cannon fodder by the protagonist, and a pitiful person who was thrown into the beast tide and died without a trace because she offended the male lead.

The long and wonderful period of her transmigration into the book almost made her forget everything, forget her original character settings, forget the male lead Mo Junqian, and forget her destined fate.

She diligently carried out her mission, naively hoping to find a way to save the world, believing herself to be the savior of the three realms. But now, a simple sentence has pulled her back from her dream to the cruel reality.

She's still that self-destructive supporting character, still that hateful yet pitiful cannon fodder.

It turns out that nothing has changed.