In the secluded woods, Chen Li, controlled by the handsome young man, rubbed his hands in frustration.

Senior Sister Yang lay under the lush flowering trees like a broken rag doll, her body being entangled, corroded, and dissolved by an extremely fine black aura, bit by bit, until not even bone fragments remained.

"I didn't want to kill you, but you insisted on pestering me..." The handsome young man tossed aside the handkerchief he had used to wipe his hands.

The white handkerchief covered Yang's unseeing face, obscuring her eyes filled with sorrow, confusion, and despair.

She never understood until her death:

Why did her junior brother, with whom she had pledged her life to each other just the night before, change his mind and even try to kill her after only one day?

"Foolish humans!"

The handsome young man casually tossed out those words and leisurely returned to Chen Li's thatched cottage.

When Zhao Yang saw him leisurely returning under the starlight, he thought that he must have just finished a rendezvous with Senior Sister Yang, and couldn't help but feel resentful: "Tsk, Chen Li, look at your beaming face, Senior Sister Yang must have served you very well, right?"

The handsome young man suddenly thought of Senior Sister Yang's enthusiastic kiss on his face, and a surge of resentment rose in his heart.

He turned around and appeared in front of Zhao Yang, grabbing Zhao Yang's neck tightly with one hand and lifting him up.

Zhao Yang was stunned, staring in horror at Chen Li's malicious eyes: "You're not Chen Li, who are you?!"

“I’ve been with you all night, and Senior Sister Yang hasn’t come to see me either. If anything goes wrong, it’s because you hated her out of love, and when you couldn’t force Senior Sister Yang, you killed her with despicable means,” the handsome young man replied, his voice sinister.

Zhao Yang stared blankly into Chen Li's evil eyes, his gaze gradually becoming unfocused, until he fainted.

The handsome young man tossed Zhao Yang back onto his own bed, turned around and cast a cleansing spell on himself. He then took a handkerchief, washed his hands, and burned the handkerchief with black demonic flames before returning to Chen Li's bed to sit cross-legged in meditation.

Killing Senior Sister Yang and hypnotizing Zhao Yang tonight has been a huge drain on him, as he cannot possess Chen Li as a demonic shell.

He needed to meditate quickly and draw energy from the other half of the demonic soul to replenish it, otherwise he would be unable to suppress Chen Li's resistance.

Ji Fengyao returned to the main peak.

Apart from Xi Que, who was overjoyed to congratulate her, everyone else seemed a little awkward.

Her indiscriminate attacks were so hurtful that even those close to her felt deeply depressed.

It wasn't out of jealousy, but because she was absolutely right.

She's just too gifted; it's innate. Isn't this just the injustice of fate?

"Why are you all making that face?" The little bandit seemed to realize that what she had said earlier had been a bit hurtful, and kindly comforted her, "Don't be discouraged, everyone. There's a saying, 'The early bird catches the worm,' and 'Diligence can make up for lack of talent,' right? As long as you try harder, you can do it too!"

An Zijin: "..."

Lu Yang: "..."

Alright, miss, you should just shut up!

Xi Que was probably the only one among everyone present who was completely unaffected. She happily replied, "Miss is right. Diligence can make up for lack of talent. Miss, I will work harder in my cultivation from now on to keep up with you and the young master. I won't be a burden to you."

"Okay, just tell me what you need." Ji Fengyao looked at Xique with satisfaction, and then said to An Zijin and Lu Yang, "You two, if you need anything, just tell me as long as I have it. We're family, no need to be polite."