Chapter Eight: The Qingyun Sect Members Driven Mad with Furious

But that doesn't make sense either!

"Han Wei is only at the tenth level of Qi Refining. Even if she knows illusion magic, how could she fool you?" Song Xuan looked at Fang Jingbai.

Fang Jingbai was unable to answer this question.

Su Rumei suddenly burst into tears: "It's all my fault, it's all my fault. If it weren't for me, how could Fourth Senior Sister hate Third Senior Brother? Third Senior Brother died for me!"

"Mei'er, how can this be your fault?"

“Mei’er, this has nothing to do with you. It’s Han Wei who is too vicious.”

Fang Jingbai and Song Xuan both thought of the 25,000 spirit stones. How infuriating! She actually killed someone and cheated them out of their spirit stones. How audacious and arrogant she is!

Suddenly, Su Rumei remembered something and asked Fang Jingbai, "Second Senior Brother, when can we return the Wonderful Sound Bell and the Silver Moon Bow to Mei'er?"

Fang Jingbai asked in confusion, "When did I borrow the Wonderful Sound Bell and the Silver Moon Bow?"

Su Rumei and Fang Jingbai were both stunned, and at the same time they realized something.

It's Han Wei!

"The one who impersonated the senior brother and swindled the spiritual herbs and pills from Xinglin Peak, and the one who impersonated Elder Cao and swindled the spirit stones from the elders of various peaks, was also her?" Fang Jingbai couldn't believe it. She could even fool a Core Formation stage cultivator.

Su Rumei's voice trembled as she said, "Then...the matter of Fire Spirit Peak, could it also be..."

Fang Jingbai and Song Xuan's eyes widened in surprise.

Han Wei! Han Wei, it must be her.

"Damn it! I will tear her to pieces and rip out her soul." Song Xuan punched the wall, creating a large hole covered in spider webs. He left with a cold face and murderous intent.

After Song Xuan left, he gathered everyone together. When they learned that Han Wei was behind everything, they were so angry that they vomited blood.

As the sect leader's eldest disciple, Song Xuan ordered the disciples of the Qingyun Sect to search for Han Wei separately, determined to find her and tear her to pieces. However, no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find her.

A month later, Xie Yun and his Uncle Tang returned, only to find that Han Wei had caused chaos throughout the entire sect. Listening to Song Xuan's report on Han Wei's actions, Xie Yun's face grew increasingly dark. Then, he went to the forbidden area and saw the withered jade dragon fruit tree.

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Beneath the withered tree, a man in a blue robe and adorned with jade pendants stood there, staring at the dead tree with a gritted-teeth expression on his handsome face.

Xie Yun hadn't been this furious in a long time. He roared, and terrifying power was released from his body. The ground beneath his feet cracked inch by inch, and even the withered spirit tree in front of him was crushed into ashes by his power.

Apart from Xie Yun, the sect leader, even Uncle Tang was not allowed to enter this forbidden area, so no one knew about the Jade Dragon Fruit Tree.

The Jade Dragon Fruit tree only bears fruit once every thousand years. Xie Yun waited for more than five hundred years and used many secret techniques to make the tree bloom ahead of schedule. Just when it was about to bear fruit, Han Wei ruined it. How could he not be angry?

"Han Wei—"

Xie Yun shouted, his voice filled with utter hatred. If he caught that little bitch, he would torture her with the cruelest torture imaginable, making her wish she were dead, until her soul was utterly destroyed!

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On a beautiful island shrouded in illusion on the vast sea, Han Wei was happily taking pills in her cave. A section of her long, black hair was casually tied up with a red ribbon, while the rest cascaded down her back like a black waterfall. She wore a pale yellow gauze dress, and many pills were laid out on the table beside her.

A jade-colored box floated in front of Han Wei; this was the very box she had retrieved from Cloud Peak. After studying it for half a day, Han Wei discovered that although she could break the restrictions on it, she would have to wait until she reached the Nascent Soul stage. Somewhat disappointed, she tossed the box into her storage bag.

Why not ask her master for help?

Nonsense, that guy is a pervert. If there were any real treasures inside, would that pervert let them go? This was obtained by her grandfather with great difficulty, and it can't be given to outsiders.

Han Wei sat up straight cross-legged, and a bottle of purple pills floated up from the table. The lid opened automatically, and the pills flew into Han Wei's mouth one by one.

Han Wei finished another bottle as easily as if she were eating candy.

These were all obtained by her from the Qingyun Sect by impersonating Song Xuan.

After consuming all the pills and digesting their effects, Han Wei's cultivation level rose to the late Foundation Establishment stage. In cultivation, the further one progresses, the harder it becomes to advance. Although she had swindled a large number of pills, it only allowed her to advance by one minor realm.

Although her cultivation level hasn't improved much, her physical body is now as powerful as a demonic beast. Han Wei is confident that she could crush even a level five demonic beast in a physical contest.

The melodious sound of a zither drifted in from outside, and Han Wei stood up and walked outside. She stepped out of the cave, crossed the vermilion bridge, and arrived at the waterside pavilion beside the lotus pond.

In the waterside pavilion, a man in white was playing the zither. Han Wei gazed at the musician. His white robes were pure white, his appearance elegant and refined, his demeanor serene and distant, like a clear moon washing away the clouds.

Han Wei gazed at the man playing the piano, and in a daze, she seemed to see another person. The boy who had left an indelible mark on her life in her past life, Gu Qi, looked somewhat similar to him, but the two gave off completely different feelings.

Gu Qi, who was playing the piano, stopped playing and looked over with a smile:

"Good disciple, why are you staring at your master like that? Is there something on my face?"

Han Wei's cheeks flushed slightly, and she immediately looked away. But then she looked back and said, "I just didn't expect Master's zither skills to be so good."

Gu Qi looked at her and asked, "Can you play the piano?"

Han Wei nodded.

Gu Qi then stood up and offered his seat: "Then why don't you play a piece for your teacher?"

Han Wei walked towards the zither table, sat down in front of it, straightened her posture, placed her hands on the strings, and then—

He flicked his wrists rapidly.

A series of arrhythmic, raucous, and wailing zither notes rang out, startling the fish in the pond and scaring away the birds and beasts that had been attracted by Gu Qi's music.

Gu Qi's smile froze.

Han Wei was completely oblivious, engrossed in playing her instrument, until Gu Qi interrupted, "Stop!"

Han Wei looked at Gu Qi innocently and blinked her big, clear eyes.

"You call this playing?" Gu Qi said helplessly.

Han Wei said, "Did I play badly? I think I played pretty well, right?"

Gu Qi said, "Don't ruin my zither."

Han Wei stood up.

Actually, she could play the zither; she was just playing randomly on purpose. She wouldn't play for that pervert. Gu Qi sat down again at the zither table. Han Wei looked at his profile and smiled, saying:

"Master, there's something I need your help with."

"What is it?" Gu Qi casually dialed a few notes.

"Could you refine these medicinal herbs into pills for me?" With a wave of her hand, a dozen or so thousand-year-old spiritual herbs appeared in mid-air. These were also obtained by tricking the Qingyun Sect. Although these rare and precious herbs could be consumed directly, their effects would be even better if they were refined into pills.