Xia Wuxin was furious: "What exactly are these rumors going on? Didn't you guarantee that Hengyang Sect would definitely be in first place this time? And what about the Soul-Devouring Banner?"
"Mingsheng, Mingsheng, all you care about is this!" Xia Wanqing roared in rebuttal, her face pale and her expression distorted as she looked at Xia Wuxin.
"I am your daughter! I came back seriously injured this time, don't you care about me at all? Is this the situation I wanted? Besides blaming me, what else can you say? Sometimes I really doubt if I am your biological child!"
"Shut up!" Xia Wuxin was so angry that she trembled all over and slapped Xia Wanqing across the face.
"Don't forget who helped you repair your spiritual roots! You did something wrong, and not only do you not repent, but you also have the audacity to speak so arrogantly! You should be glad that you are my daughter, Xia Wuxin's daughter, and not an ordinary disciple, otherwise do you think you would still be alive to stand here and speak to me right now?"
Xia Wuxin's face was gloomy. He gripped Xia Wanqing's wrist tightly, his cloudy eyes staring straight at her as he questioned, "Why can't I sense the aura of the Soul-Devouring Banner on you? Tell me! Where is the Soul-Devouring Banner?"
His face was terribly gloomy, and Xia Wanqing had lost all her previous confidence, with a faint fear in her eyes: "The Soul-Devouring Banner has been sealed by a mysterious person..."
Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, and by the end she had even lowered her head.
"What did you say?!" Xia Wuxin's eyes widened, and she couldn't help but tighten her grip on Xia Wanqing's hand, making her bones creak and even crack.
Xia Wanqing cried out in pain and knelt on the ground. Looking at her father, who was no longer the doting father she once was, she said with a pained expression, "Father, I was wrong. Please give me another chance. Although the Soul-Devouring Banner is gone, I have discovered a more important treasure of heaven and earth!"
"Speak!" Xia Wuxin looked down at her, his murderous intent and anger undiminished.
Xia Wanqing's heart trembled, and she recounted everything that had happened in the secret realm.
This finally calmed Xia Wuxin's anger.
Releasing Xia Wanqing's hand, he reverted to being the gentle, loving, and infinitely tolerant father he once was, tenderly pulling Xia Wanqing up and speaking softly.
"Qing'er, I was just momentarily overcome with anger. You know how much hope the Hengyang Sect has placed on you. You won't blame me, will you?"
"..." Xia Wanqing's eyes were dark, but a docile smile appeared on her face: "Daughter understands."
"That's very good." Xia Wuxin smiled, personally channeling spiritual energy into Xia Wanqing to heal her wrist, which he had just injured. Then, he handed something to her.
"From now on, I want you to keep a close eye on the situation of the Xunhui Sect. If you discover anything, inform me immediately. Can you do that?"
“Yes, Father, but…” Xia Wanqing hesitated, “The Immortal Sword Competition is in six months, and I think…”
"Silly child, so what if it's the Immortal Sword Competition? In the end, you are the next sect master of Hengyang Sect. The future of Hengyang Sect depends on you. Even if I obtain the Vermilion Bird and the Vermilion Fruit, it will be for you. Go, don't disappoint me."
He wore a loving smile, but Xia Wanqing's heart was icy cold. She simply didn't believe her father was doing this for her sake. What did it matter if they were father and son in the face of profit? The Soul-Devouring Banner was the best example of that.
Since her father is no longer a father, why should she act this way? In the end, she must become strong herself so that she won't be at the mercy of others.
She must defeat Qiyue in the Immortal Sword Competition and reclaim everything that belongs to her.
She's willing to pay any price for this!
Four months later.
Qiyue's puppetry skills have finally been perfected! Stretching, Qiyue felt an unprecedented sense of pleasure and comfort.
The dog, hanging upside down in the tree, smacked its lips on the roasted chestnuts it had bought from the mortal realm. With its big eyes wide open, it said sourly, "Not bad. It hasn't been long before your puppetry skills have become so advanced. You're a little bit better than I was back then."
"You're just jealous." Qiyue smiled and pinched his cheek.
"I see that your body is extraordinary. After all this time, haven't you ever thought about investigating the origin of your body?"
"I won't investigate; since I'm here, I'll just make the best of it." The dog was very carefree.
July didn't speak again, and Quan Yin changed the subject with a gossipy look on his face: "Speaking of which, your little junior nephew comes here to pay his respects to you every morning and evening. Although I am not human, I can still understand your little thoughts more or less. I think he is quite good-looking and is a good prospect to be a Daoist partner."
"Won't you reconsider?"
"Get lost!" Qiyue rolled her eyes and gave him two free middle finger treatments.
"Idiot."
The dog got angry: "Hey! Don't you have any sense of reason? Don't you humans think about marriage? I was only thinking of you, and this is how you treat me? Where is your conscience?"
"You stupid idiot." Qi Yue delivered another blow, twitching her lips and scoffing, her face full of warning: "You're the matchmaker of the human world, Brother Matchmaker, please, put away your little 'helping others' thoughts and stop fucking playing matchmaker."
The dog was stunned by the scolding, feeling a mix of emotions, and even the roasted chestnuts in its mouth suddenly lost their flavor.
Watching Qiyue walk away, he had only one thought in his mind at that moment.
Holy crap! How could she swear so filthyly?
In contrast, Qiyue's brows were tightly furrowed, so furrowed that they could trap a fly.
[By all accounts, Ji Su must be fifteen years old now. Teenagers in puberty are so restless and troublesome!]
It seems necessary to take him out to broaden his horizons!
With a light touch of her toes, she landed at the entrance of the alchemy pavilion. Looking at the white-robed youth standing beside the huge alchemy furnace, Qiyue raised her hand: "Little Ji Su, come here, your martial aunt will take you down the mountain."
The familiar voice made Ji Su almost unable to believe her ears. She suddenly turned her head and looked at the girl standing gracefully in the doorway, her pale yellow dress swaying in the wind. Ji Su even wondered if she was hallucinating again.
Until July walked up to him, raised her hand and tapped him on the forehead, her melodious voice, tinged with doubt, resounded in his ears.
"Silly boy, what are you daydreaming about? Have you gone stupid from refining pills?"
He suddenly came to his senses, and the frost in his eyes completely melted away at that moment: "Junior Uncle! It really is you!"
"Otherwise, who else could it be but me? Could someone be impersonating me?"
July's thought process was a bit peculiar; her first thought was that someone was impersonating her.
Ji Su was also taken aback, then couldn't help but laugh: "Junior Uncle is so cute."
"What did you say?!" Qi Yue's expression changed, and she looked at Ji Su with a gloomy gaze.
"It seems your master didn't teach you what it means to respect your teacher."
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