Chapter 91 He took the sword for her.

Sheng Zhiyi sat on a smooth blue stone by the stream, wiping the blade of the Jinghong Feather Sword. She wore a plain white dress, her hair was casually tied up, with a few stray strands falling beside her cheeks, and her whole demeanor was relaxed and at ease.

"Sister!" Feng Weiyin's voice came.

She looked up and smiled.

"What, are the peonies in full bloom right now?"

Sheng Zhiyi reached out and stroked Feng Weiyin's eyebrows with her fingers, applying slight pressure.

The skin there already faintly revealed the texture of a few peony petals, shimmering with a pale pink glow.

Feng Weiyin's transformation technique has not yet reached perfection, and there are always some flaws at the ends of her eyebrows. Especially these days, during the flowering season, her true form is even more restless. Now that it is revealed, the presence of the peony flower is even stronger.

With a hint of frustration, Feng Weiyin raised her hand and touched the end of her eyebrow. She sighed, "How come it's been so long and I still haven't made any progress?"

Sheng Zhiyi patted her head and advised, "You're still very young, and besides, there's no danger in the Phoenix Feather Clan's territory right now. Why force yourself like this? Didn't you say you wanted to go play? I'll go with you."

Upon hearing this, Feng Weiyin happily took Sheng Zhiyi's hand, "Yes, sister, let me tell you..."

Sheng Zhiyi has been here for many days.

With Feng Weiyin's help, she browsed through the Phoenix Feather Clan's collection of books and records, and gradually understood Hai Yaoyue's rules.

The illusions within the distant moon are countless, and those who fall into them often become so engrossed that their minds are worn down, and they are forever lost in these illusions.

There are generally a few ways to travel between illusions. If it's an illusion you observe from the sidelines, it's often like a slideshow; once it ends, you can leave. If it's an illusion you experience firsthand, then the person deeply immersed in it needs a strong belief to be able to leave.

The final way to leave Hai Yaoyue is to find the so-called Demon Orb in countless illusions and break it in order to leave.

But such an opportunity is too elusive. There are countless nested illusions, and no one knows what the magic orb looks like. To this day, there is no record of anyone successfully leaving.

Knowing that only a strong belief could truly drive her to leave the Phoenix Feather Clan, Sheng Zhiyi felt relieved.

She's been through so much in the past, it's exhausting, and now she just wants to live a quiet life for a while.

She had never lived like this before, with no worries, no things to fret about, no system tasks... The thing she did most was to lie quietly on the grass, watching the clouds in the sky change back and forth, and then drift off to sleep.

The sunlit areas gradually heat up, while the shade under the trees slowly produces cool air. You are suddenly jolted awake by the accumulated coolness, and when you open your eyes, the sunlight is still warm and the clouds drift across the sky, making you gradually relax. Time is too abundant, and you can only waste it.

Sheng Zhiyi held Feng Weiyin's hand, both of them barefoot, walking on the grass.

Feng Weiyin chattered on about her new discoveries: the rabbits in the grass burrow had been building new nests again these past few days, a peony flower had finally bloomed yesterday, and she had found pure white stones downstream...

A gentle breeze ruffled Sheng Zhiyi's hair as she listened attentively, occasionally asking questions.

At first, the two were just chatting casually, but Feng Weiyin soon stopped in her tracks.

Something's not right!

Sheng Zhiyi asked warily, "Is it the wind?"

It was only a few steps, but the wind was getting stronger and stronger. Just a moment ago, it could only blow her hair, but now it was blowing her dress up, and the tree trunks were swaying constantly.

The wind will bring news from afar.

Feng Weiyin stood still, closed her eyes, and the invisible root system continued to expand in the direction the wind was blowing.

Her brows furrowed sharply, becoming more and more tightly furrowed.

"Such a strong fluctuation of energy... Is it a fight...? No... no..."

Suddenly opening her eyes, she grabbed Sheng Zhiyi and ran outside as fast as she could.

"It's spatial turbulence!"

An external force forcibly tore it apart, causing the surrounding space to be affected. The invisible and shapeless space was twisted and squeezed by an unseen force, just like a giant hand twisting a cardboard box containing ants. All living beings living in it would be affected.

"how so!"

The sturdy tree trunk was twisted into a bizarre shape, and the wind howled past. Although she and Feng Weiyin were extremely close, they couldn't hear each other at all in the raging wind.

Sheng Zhiyi tried to activate her spiritual power, but she couldn't form any incantations at all. The entire space began to distort and collapse, and the two of them couldn't stand up at all.

Her last memory was seeing Feng Weiyin getting further and further away from her, and then belatedly realizing that she was actually being pulled backward.

The entire space was compressed, like a book slowly closing in front of her, and she was plunged into boundless darkness.

Suddenly opening her eyes, Sheng Zhiyi called out, "Feng Weiyin!"

No one answered. She looked around and was surprised to find herself in a familiar place.

Outside Qiyun City.

Looking down, I saw that I was even carrying a wooden box in my hand.

She knew perfectly well that it contained ghee-soaked snails.

So—has she gone back to her past experiences?

Qiyun City is the closest city to Tianyan Sect, and the sect's disciples mostly come here to purchase supplies. She had heard that the buttered snails here were excellent, so she decided to buy some to please Ji Fuguang.

Why did I have to come back to this moment of all times?

Sheng Zhiyi looked at the wooden box in her hand. She remembered that it had cost a lot of spirit stones. If she could save them up, she could buy herself something else.

She is no longer bound by the system and no longer needs to please Ji Fuguang. Besides, as the Demon Lord, Ji Fuguang has seen everything, so why would he care about her buttered snails?

Thinking back to the joyful and even secretly expectant feeling she had at the time, Sheng Zhiyi suddenly felt a surge of irritation.

It's one thing to be a clown once, but why keep going on and performing in such terrible plays?

She frowned, a hint of disgust in her eyes, and threw the wooden box on the ground.

The square wooden box rolled a few times on the ground and came to a quiet stop. The ghee-filled snails inside must have been completely collapsed and broken beyond recognition by this rough handling.

A slight rustling sound suddenly came from the bushes beside them.

She stared intently, but could see nothing; it was as if the sound was just her imagination.

Too lazy to meddle in other people's business, Sheng Zhiyi was only annoyed and wanted to leave this place as soon as possible, so she turned around and left.

"Sheng Zhiyi!"

But a question came from behind.

Oh... you encountered a fellow disciple causing trouble here? Apparently, it was because they couldn't stand her trying to enter the inner sect despite being a menial disciple?

Sheng Zhiyi turned around impatiently; she had no desire to have anything to do with these people right now.

"I won't be entering the inner sect. Anyone who wants to participate can..."

Upon seeing who it was, she paused for a moment.

Instead of fellow disciples, three elders from the sect arrived.

The three men, with white hair and youthful faces, had serious expressions and even held swords in their hands, looking as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Sheng Zhiyi was stunned for a moment.

What exactly happened?

She wondered how a lowly servant like herself, even if she had entered the inner sect before, could make so many inner sect elders treat her as if she were facing a formidable enemy.

One of them spoke up: "Sheng Zhiyi, you must come back to Tianyan Sect with us right now."

No, something's not right.

Sheng Zhiyi took a half step back, speaking cautiously and warily, "May I ask, Elder, what exactly happened? I am but a lowly servant; how could I possibly warrant the presence of three elders?"

Seeing her apparent confusion, the elder's expression softened somewhat, but he remained serious. "It seems you don't know! Ji Fuguang suddenly unleashed demonic energy within the sect just now. Everyone connected to him must be thoroughly investigated!"

Why was Ji Fuguang exposed so quickly this time?

But what does this have to do with her?

Sheng Zhiyi's expression was respectful, but her spiritual power was already secretly circulating. "I am even more puzzled by what you said, Elder. If Ji Fuguang had something to do with the Demon Clan, shouldn't the three elders have captured him in the sect? Why would he come to Qiyun City and get entangled with someone as insignificant as me?"

The words were spoken humbly, but the meaning was clear: Ji Fuguang has already exposed his identity, so you should go and fight him instead of arresting me.

The elder on the left, who seemed to have a short temper, immediately shouted, "Demonic energy suddenly erupted from Frostflower Peak! By the time we noticed, he had already fled, and judging by the direction, he's heading this way! Sheng Zhiyi, stop making excuses and come back with us immediately! If you have nothing to do with this, we naturally won't make things difficult for you!"

Sheng Zhiyi frowned: "I have no connection with Ji Fuguang anymore. His actions have nothing to do with me. Since he is going in this direction, the elders should hurry up and go to Qiyun City to investigate. Don't waste your time on me."

She had absolutely no desire to have anything to do with Ji Fuguang anymore.

Moreover, she's not stupid. After being brought back to the sect, she'll definitely be interrogated repeatedly, and they might even forcibly invade her consciousness.

Once her memories of the Demon Palace are exposed, how could these people possibly let her go?

It would be too lenient not to tear her to pieces.

Thinking about this, I felt that Ji Fuguang was even more disgusting.

She got involved with him, but didn't gain much benefit; instead, she encountered one problem after another.

"Very well! It seems you're determined to resist to the end!" The elder on the left immediately held his sword horizontally. "With all this stalling and procrastination, I suspect you're already entangled with Ji Fuguang. You might even be a demon yourself!"

Even as he questioned her, Sheng Zhiyi had already circulated her spiritual energy. Before the elder finished speaking, she fled on her sword.

However, her spiritual power was already insufficient, and she had been tormented by Ji Fuguang repeatedly. She had even practiced some demonic techniques, which made her weakness even more apparent when she activated them.

"Well, it really is another demon!"

The elders keenly sensed this and immediately became furious.

The Tianyan Sect is considered a prestigious and orthodox sect, and Ji Fuguang is the number one among his peers. However, it turns out that he is a demon. If this gets out, it will greatly damage the reputation of the Tianyan Sect.

Now that Ji Fuguang's identity has been exposed, he has fled. They couldn't even stop him, and in their fury, the elders took matters into their own hands.

Seeing that Sheng Zhiyi actually possessed demonic energy, they felt a strange sense of relief. Even if they couldn't capture Ji Fuguang, at least capturing this little demon would make the trip worthwhile and at least salvage some of the Tianyan Sect's reputation.

Now that they were demons, the elders no longer held back in their actions.

The powerful spiritual energy was pushed to its limit, and the longsword, though launched later, arrived first, piercing straight towards Sheng Zhiyi's heart.

Sheng Zhiyi had already sensed the fluctuations of spiritual energy behind her, but she didn't dare to turn around and could only circulate her cultivation technique even faster.

However, as the sword energy drew ever closer, she closed her eyes in despair, preparing to await her impending judgment.

"puff--"

The sword tip pierced the genitals, drawing blood.

Sheng Zhiyi turned her head in surprise, but could only see a section of her jawline.

A person appeared out of nowhere and took the sword for her, then hugged her tightly from behind.

The two moved with incredible speed, like a whirlwind or a thunderbolt, quickly leaving the area.

Amidst the turbulence in the air, Sheng Zhiyi looked up, her face filled with disbelief.

"Shen Qingming?"