Chapter 40: The Charming and Destitute Young Master in the Immortal Cultivation Novels 17 (Part 2)
She smiled bitterly silently. She was actually a little crazy. This was the Demon Realm. How could anyone else know her except Lou Mujun?
She turned around disappointedly and was about to leave when the familiar voice sounded again.
"Qiao Qiao, long time no see." A familiar and clear voice came from behind her.
The familiar voice made Nan Qiao tremble, her eyes slightly opened, and she turned around in disbelief.
A graceful man in white stood in front of a bush of vibrantly blooming red irises. He was tall and slender, with handsome features like a painting. He was looking at her with a faint smile on his lips, while the demon servant who had been following her was lying on the ground in a mess.
Nan Qiao was completely stunned, staring blankly at the man in front of her who had no possibility of appearing here, and she was instantly unable to react.
"What? After not seeing you for a month, Qiao Qiao has completely forgotten about me?" Yan Ning looked at the gorgeously dressed girl in front of him. A month's worry and longing washed over him. His smiling voice was filled with delicate tenderness.
"Qiao Qiao, I'm here to pick you up."
These simple words brought tears to Nan Qiao's eyes. She lifted the hem of her skirt, which was in the way, took a few quick steps, and then threw herself into his arms like a young swallow returning to its nest, clutching his collar tightly with both hands, as if she was afraid he would disappear.
The feeling of being held in Mingyue's arms was wonderful, but Yan Ning had no time to sigh, because the darling in his arms buried her face in his chest. He sensitively felt a wetness in his chest, and the soft and dense whimpering coming from his arms broke his heart.
Master Yan, who had been able to remain calm and composed in the face of everything for hundreds of years, suddenly became frightened and hugged the girl in his arms helplessly.
Her crying was so heartbreaking. She sobbed and her body twitched, as if she was trying to vent all the grievances she had suffered in the past month.
The eloquent Yan Ning did not say anything this time, but patted her back soothingly. He paused when he put his hand on the girl's back, and a flash of melancholy passed through his eyes. He had not noticed it just now, but now the girl in his arms had lost a lot of weight.
Nan Qiao did not notice the anger of the man in front of her. She did not vent her anger for long and stopped crying in a moment. She naturally knew how big a risk it was for the man in front of her to go into the demon tribe alone to save her, so she did not want to waste too much time venting her emotions.
"Let's go home." The girl raised her head from his arms and said with a smile through her tears.
"Okay, let's go home." Yan Ning stared at the girl's face and said softly.
The skirt of the wedding dress was too long, making it inconvenient for her to walk. Yan Ning picked up the girl horizontally in his arms. The sudden feeling of weightlessness caused the girl to scream softly.
Knowing that this trick of luring the tiger away from the mountain would not work for long, Yan Ning quickly rushed to the barrier in the south of the Demon Realm with the girl in his arms.
There were no demon soldiers chasing them, so they easily reached the barrier passage at the border of the demon world and crossed the barrier.
The familiar surge of spiritual energy completely relaxed Nan Qiao's tense mind.
She went home, she returned to the world of cultivation.
The girl opened her eyes which had been tightly closed. Yan Ning was still flying rapidly. The girl rejected Yan Ning's suggestion to use spiritual barriers to avoid the wind. Her black hair fluttered wildly in the wind. She looked eagerly at the familiar scenery of the cultivation world passing by quickly in front of her, and a smile finally appeared in her eyes.
"Excuse me, Immortal, did Immortal Rongyin come with you to save me?" As if remembering what happened in the Demon Palace, Nan Qiao slowly raised his head and asked hesitantly.
"Yes, he has been extremely anxious since you were abducted by the Demon Lord in the mortal world." Yan Ning did not hide anything and told Nan Qiao the truth.
"Oh, okay, okay, Nan Qiao really thanks the two seniors for saving his life." After receiving the man's affirmative answer, Nan Qiao lowered his eyes, feeling mixed emotions in his heart, but he couldn't say anything and could only mumble his thanks.
Her voice was as sweet as a nightingale's chirping, but her words were unfamiliar. Yan Ning looked down at the girl nestled in his arms, the corners of his lips raised again, and his eyes like the bright moon held some ambiguous meaning.
"Qiao Qiao, where do you want to go now? I'll take you there?" Yan Ning asked casually, his eyes fixed on the blush on the back of the girl's neck.
Nan Qiao's eyes lit up, and he spoke impatiently, "I want to go home, back to Penglai Pavilion."
She hasn't been home for a long time and she really wants to go home.
"Master, could you please take me back to Penglai Pavilion?" As if afraid he would refuse, the girl added uneasily, "Or perhaps Master, could you just put me down now and I can go back to Penglai Pavilion on my own."
The girl looked up at people, her eyes shining with light, and her pleading gesture made Yan Ning feel a little soft-hearted, but there was a deep meaning in Yan Ning's eyes.
But this time, he was destined to disappoint her.
Yan Ning looked straight ahead. It was daytime and the sunlight hit his face, so even when Nan Qiao looked up, she could only see the shadow of his white jaw and could not see his expression clearly.
"Qiao Qiao, I just forgot to tell you." His clear, gentle voice came from above, with a hint of hesitation: "Two months ago, you participated in the trial field and encountered a monk with malicious intentions towards you."
"At that time, I felt that this matter was suspicious, so I sent people to investigate the life histories of those monks."
"I discovered that the gray-robed monk was once employed by a monk..." Yan Ning's voice was hesitant: "That monk is the current Young Master of Penglai Pavilion, Yin Shaojie, your cousin..."
Nan Qiao was so shocked by his words that her eyes widened slightly. Before she could adjust herself, Yan Ning's next words made her even more shocked, horrified and angry.
“…I sent people to investigate and discovered that Yin Tian had colluded with the demons.” Yan Ning paused, as if he couldn’t bear it. “Even the death of the previous Penglai Pavilion Master seemed to be related to Yin Tian…”
As the words fell, the atmosphere seemed to fall into silence, with only the whistling sound left by the wind passing through.
He could clearly feel the thin and soft body in his arms tremble, and a look of pity flashed in Yan Ning's eyes. He looked around and saw a large forest below. The dense forest was full of spiritual energy, and it seemed that there was no place to stay.
With abundant spiritual energy, there will naturally be many spiritual beasts living here. With spiritual beasts, there will inevitably be many monks who come to hunt them. Yan Ning thought about it, and his spiritual sense spread out. Sure enough, he found a large town outside the honey forest.
He flew towards the small town, which was bustling with people coming and going. He had sharp eyes and could easily tell that most of the people here were independent cultivators.
Probably because the main source of income is foreign monks, there are many places to stay in the town, and the inn almost takes up an entire street.
Yan Ning picked a hotel that looked neat and clean and booked one of the upper rooms.
The room was cleaned very well, and the bed, table and chairs looked dust-free, but he still cast a cleaning spell very carefully and replaced all the bedding on the couch with the ones in his own space.
After doing all this, he gently placed the girl in his arms, with her face buried deep in his chest, on the bed.
The girl on the bed looked extremely pale, with her eyes closed, her face pale, and her lower lip bitten with her teeth, which scared Yan Ning.
He hurriedly grasped the girl's cold hand, transmitting spiritual power in his hand until he saw the other's pale face finally stained with blood, then he stopped the spiritual power.
Yan Ning stared at the girl lying weakly on the couch. Her bright red wedding dress made her slightly rosy face look as pale as paper. The regret in his heart almost overwhelmed him.
He shouldn't be so anxious.
After a long time, the girl on the couch slowly opened her eyes, with a blank look in them. Her dark jade eyes looked at the person in front of her, and Nan Qiao's voice was slightly hoarse:
"Excuse me, sir, do you have any evidence for what you just said?" She stared at the person in front of her, but her slender fingertips tightly grasped the soft bedding beneath her.
Yan Ning did not answer immediately. He walked forward and sat down beside the couch, resting the girl's head in his arms, and his big hand even held her already white fingertips.
"The previous Pavilion Master went into a state of obsession while cultivating and died suddenly. Logically speaking, there are only two types of people who fall into obsession."
"One is obsession. Those with obsession are prone to inner demons."
"Second, there's a sense of guilt. As the saying goes, if you don't do anything that's wrong, you don't have to worry about ghosts knocking at your door."
"Pavilion Master Yin is a man of noble character and integrity. He is well known and praised by everyone in the cultivation world."
"I've never heard of him having any unfulfilled obsessions, and he wasn't a cultivator with a weak will. For him to fall into demonic possession is too unbelievable a way to end his life."
Nan Qiao frowned. Yes, her father had always been a gentleman and good at making friends. If she said that he was possessed by a demon because of guilt, she would never believe it.
She once thought that her father was depressed because of her mother's death, but now she thought about it, her mother passed away when she was young, and her father was indeed depressed for a long time at that time, but he gradually recovered and put all his attention on the only blood left by his wife.
Yan Ning observed her expression carefully, and when he saw that the girl looked thoughtful, he continued to tell his story.
"There's an object in the demon world called a demon seed, which can lure people into demonic possession. If this object is placed on a cultivator, they will easily fall into the evil nightmare woven by the demon seed when they enter meditation, and thus become possessed by the devil."
"Most of the cultivators who died because of being possessed by demons saw people they did not want to see or things they did not want to happen in nightmares. When they died, they usually had ferocious expressions and dark demonic patterns on their faces..." As soon as he finished speaking, the body in his arms suddenly stiffened.
Yan Ning seemed unaware and continued, "Demon seeds are not common in the demon world. They are only found by high-level demons."
"And I discovered that Yin Tian seemed to have traces of demon seeds in his hands."
After a long moment, the girl in his arms finally spoke hoarsely, "When my father passed away, there were indeed dark lines on his face."
Nan Qiao stared into the void with his eyes, and his memory seemed to have returned to the day when his father passed away.
Although a year has passed, the feeling of being shocked when the family's spirit servant told me that the father who loved me the most had passed away still lingers in my heart.
She still remembered that after hearing the news, she was in a daze and ran like a madman to the main courtyard where her father lived.
However, no matter how fast she ran, she was still too late. Her beloved father lay in the hall without a sound, his face grimacing with pain, his handsome face covered with dark lines.
He just lay quietly on the ground, no longer calling her Qiao Qiao lovingly as before, surrounded by a group of uncles and aunts who offered false comfort...
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