But in a hurry
Only two people remained.
In the darkness, the child's only lifeline was to cling tightly to her; he trembled, afraid to open his eyes. Lin Yueyao remained motionless.
What's meant to happen will happen. A cold wind blew by silently, and the child vanished into thin air.
There was no one around Lin Yueyao. In the dark space, only the Wenqing Sword hummed.
The demon's wicked laughter gradually faded as it cautiously looked around.
"Come out."
The demon materialized into human form, its demonic aura surging towards them, causing Wenqing to tremble even more violently.
A young girl emerged from the depths of darkness, her gait graceful and her body swaying, her features gradually becoming clearer.
The girl wore a charming smile, her gaze towards Lin Yueyao incredibly gentle. Her eyes were lowered, and she looked at Lin Yueyao shyly, calling her "Senior Sister."
"What happened before was my fault. I shouldn't have acted childishly, and I shouldn't have made my senior sister angry. Please forgive me, senior sister."
Lin Yueyao remained aloof, looking at her delicate junior sister, and said indifferently, "I'm not angry."
"I know my senior sister is still blaming me. I was blinded by greed and made a mistake in a moment of confusion."
"Are you saying that poisoning my food, forcibly breaking in while I was in seclusion, or having someone defile me are all foolish acts?" Lin Yueyao was not in a hurry to refute, listing the reasons why killing Lingfang would not be an exaggeration.
Upon hearing this, Lingfang's face showed a look of surprise.
"Junior sister knows she has committed grave sins and should not beg for senior sister's forgiveness, but for senior brother's sake, if senior sister wants to kill or punish her, junior sister will have no objection." Lingfang smiled reluctantly, her tone sincere, completely different from the jealous junior sister she used to be.
"No need. I have no intention of doing so, and I will not compete with you for my senior brother's favor. You can rest assured," Lin Yueyao said, her attitude clear.
"Don't you hate me at all, Senior Sister?" Lingfang asked angrily, her tone rising. "I've done so many wrong things, don't you want to take revenge on me? Don't you have even a hint of murderous intent?"
Hearing this, Lin Yueyao sneered, "Who do you think you are?"
"Why should I take it to heart?" she countered.
"You!" Lingfang was stung and so angry that her nose twitched and her mouth twisted. "You clearly look down on me."
"Yes," Lin Yueyao admitted frankly.
"Then I'll kill you—" Lingfang was filled with murderous intent, and just as she was about to make her move, a flying sword from afar pierced the space between the two of them.
"Don't be misled by him."
The deep male voice belonged to the master.
Lin Yueyao's face lit up with joy. "Where did Master go? Your disciple is looking for you."
With a single sword strike, the demon was revealed. The late-stage Golden Core cultivator, Xuan Tong Zhenren, stormed into the realm, blocking her path.
"Good, kill them all, young and old." Lingfang's eyes were bloodshot, her face was cold, and she recited the incantation.
Without asking any questions, the old man immediately cast a Flame-Spitting Talisman, which struck Lingfang in the chest, hissing and emitting a strong smell of death.
Lingfang wailed in agony as the talisman burned to ashes.
The demonic aura was strong and did not dissipate with Lingfang's disappearance.
"I'm late."
"How could that be? Master, are you alright?" Lin Yueyao asked anxiously as she stepped forward to inquire.
"I am unharmed, but who hurt you?" Master Xuantong stared at the wound on her neck, his eyes unfathomable.
Lin Yueyao gave an irrelevant answer, revealing a smile, "Why didn't Master leave any survivors just now?"
Master Xuantong said, “Demons are treacherous and cunning, three parts human and seven parts ghost.” He paused, his eyes darting around, “They are eloquent and can easily confuse right and wrong. Only by striking them dead can we eliminate future troubles.”
"If I hadn't arrived in time, you might have been misled and ended up being misled by them."
“Master’s teachings are correct, and I have learned my lesson.” She nodded in agreement. “Evil spirits are cunning and treacherous, and they certainly deserve to die.”
Master Xuantong remained calm. The master and disciple were in the darkness, their surroundings dim, as they cautiously ventured outwards.
A few minor demons appeared by chance and were captured by Lin Yueyao. Just as Xuan Tong Zhenren was about to kill them, she stopped him, saying, "No rush."
"They are nothing but ants, no need for Master to trouble himself." She said this, but she had another meaning in her heart. Master Xuantong had a bad feeling.
Lin Yueyao has a fire elemental root, and her body temperature is higher than that of ordinary people. She can conjure a cluster of flames and make them burn at her fingertips.
He grabbed the little demon by the scruff of its neck and placed it on the fire to roast.
The little demon writhed violently, flames burning through its flesh, scorching hot oil, and filling the air with a putrid stench.
"Squeak—" A sharp, guttural sound.
Master Xuantong's face was grim. Suppressing his emotions, he said insincerely, "These minor demons are nothing to fear. Finding an exit is the priority."
She remained silent, carefully roasting the food until it turned into charcoal, which she then rubbed between her fingertips and vanished in the wind.
"Master," she stopped behind Xuan Tong Zhenren, "when I burned this little demon, did you feel any pleasure?"
"Of course." Lin Yueyao replied, her smile forced and her voice filled with anger, "But I'm really unhappy about it."
"Wenqing—" She suddenly changed her expression, grabbed Wenqing, and stabbed it into Xuantong Zhenren's back. Xuantong Zhenren murmured and turned around, seemingly in disbelief. The moment he fell to the ground, a little demon revealed its true form.
If the imposter Lingfang was a smokescreen, then the flawed Xuantong Zhenren was there to confuse her mind.
The old man sought immortality and devoted himself to studying cultivation techniques. Although he was a righteous person, he would not go so far as to kill everyone.
She couldn't remember when it was, but she accompanied her master down the mountain to exorcise a demon. A demon was harming the people and was captured by her master. It begged for mercy, but her master saw that it had regained its human consciousness and had a repentant heart, so he spared its life.
The demon was naturally very grateful, but when it fled, it took advantage of the master's unpreparedness and seriously injured him.
She was furious, but the old man turned around and advised her that all things in the world are without form, and that humans and demons are like this, so there should be no distinction between good and bad, but rather the concepts of good and evil.
That's just how the old lady is, always joking and never serious, she's always smiling and treats us very well.
Her master was like a brother and a father to her, and was the person Lin Yueyao would protect with her whole life.
Now that someone dares to impersonate her master, how could Lin Yueyao tolerate it? She took action because she couldn't bear to see her master's body ruined.
However, the master this demon was impersonating was so lowly that she easily gave herself away when she was tested, showing a great lack of composure.
The demon has suffered a setback and knows she's not someone to be trifled with, so he doesn't dare to attack. As for my senior brothers...
"Junior Sister Yueyao..."
Song Qingyun retreated step by step, while Lin Yueyao pressed closer and closer.
"Don't do this..."
"Why are you hiding, Senior Brother?" Lin Yueyao smiled alluringly. Song Qingyun blushed, his eyes flickered, and as he retreated, the Moon Chasing Bow fell to the ground.
He was picked up by a pair of soft hands, and Lin Yueyao looked at him with a smile, holding the Moon Chasing Bow as if she held his life in her hands.
Even though he knew she was an imposter, Song Qingyun still collapsed to the ground, drenched in sweat.
"Senior brother, don't you want me to get close to you?"
Song Qingyun resolutely closed his eyes and uttered a single, difficult sentence: "Demon."
The devilishly handsome man chuckled, leaned closer to him, lifted his chin, and forced him to look him in the eye. "Do you still like this face of mine, Senior Brother?"
"You are not her."
"She can't become her."
The demon was furious, but still smiled seductively, playing with the Moon Chasing Bow. This kind of magical artifact had sentience and was in sync with its master; Song Qingyun could feel her flirting.
He struggled to lift his head, managing to break free from the embrace of her tenderness. He cast a yellow talisman, fixing it to Lin Yueyao's forehead, then snatched the crossbow and began chanting incantations.
The arrow flew out and struck him squarely between the eyebrows.
Lin Yueyao leaned back, her forehead pierced by a bullet, leaving a black hole. Instead of bleeding, black smoke continued to billow out.
It immediately dissipated.
"Yun'er—"
Song Kang arrived in a hurry with his men, rushed to his side, and looked him up and down, "My son, are you injured?"
How did Father end up here?
No, his father would never speak to him like that. He is the young master of Wanjian Manor and the only heir of his father, Song Kang. He was given high hopes from birth.
He lost his mother at a young age, and his father put him through all sorts of trials in order to ensure that he could successfully inherit the manor and ensure its continued prosperity.
His father never gave him a kind look, not even on his birthday.
But this father, trapped in the mist transformed from a monster, rushed to his side without hesitation, his eyes filled with such concern—a look he had never experienced before.
Song Qingyun's eyes welled up slightly, and even though it was just an illusion, she couldn't help but fall for it.
"Father...you worry too much, I am fine."
......
"How could you do this?!"
In Lingfang's nightmare, there was a man and a woman. The woman was Lin Yueyao and the man was Song Qingyun. The two held hands and were inseparable, like a perfect couple. They were very affectionate and tender in front of Lingfang.
The demonic figure depicting Lin Yueyao further provoked, "What do you have to compete with me with?"
"You stole my senior brother, I, I, I will never let you get away with this!!!" Lingfang stammered, her face flushed, tears welling in her eyes, and she was trembling with anger.
Lin Yueyao nestled in Song Qingyun's arms, pretending to be frightened, "Senior brother, she's angry, I'm so scared."
"Don't be afraid, your senior brother will protect you." Song Qingyun wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her passionately. Lin Yueyao tilted her head back to return the kiss. Lingfang went berserk and grabbed Han Shuang, ready to interrupt them.
With a flick of his wrist, Song Qingyun sent the Frost Sword flying from his hand, landing with a clang ten paces away.
Lingfang burst into tears, her heart filled with resentment, "You can't treat me like this..."
"Why are you crying?" Song Qingyun slowly leaned forward, glancing at her sideways. "If it weren't for the sect leader backing you up, do you think I would even give you a second glance? You're not only plain-looking, but you're also short and stocky, not even a fraction as good as my junior sister."
"I never knew my senior brother viewed me this way!" Lingfang felt even more aggrieved. She scrambled to her feet, touched the Frost Blade, and lashed out at the two men, yelling, "Damn it, damn it, you all deserve to die!!!"
The two took a few steps back, watching her have her mad outburst. Lin Yueyao added fuel to the fire, "Junior sister, haven't you framed me enough? Don't you even look at yourself? With your vile words, how are you worthy of your senior brother?"
Lingfang's eyes were bloodshot. "I'm going to kill you all!!! You two bastards, you'll die a horrible death!!" she screamed wildly. "I hate you—"
Lin Yueyao deftly dodged, giving Lingfang's already fragile sanity another dose of strong medicine.
"You have no father or mother, have lacked discipline since childhood, and are of a despicable nature. You should not exist in this world."
"As a disciple of the Misty Sect, instead of focusing on diligent cultivation, you indulge in the pleasures of men and women. What was the purpose of your birth?"
"You're always fighting with your junior sister over who's your man, it's disgusting." The two women took turns attacking, their words so vicious that Lingfang covered her ears in pain, her vision becoming increasingly unfocused.
The illusory man and woman before my eyes spun rapidly in a vortex, like demonic sounds entering my ears.
"Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!"
When Lin Yueyao arrived, Lingfang was repeatedly stabbing a small demon with her frost sword. The demon was turned into mincemeat by the sword tip, but Lingfang still refused to let go.
Losing her mind and on the verge of going mad, Lin Yueyao kicked the little demon away.
Startled, Lingfang quickly looked up and saw her face. A surge of hatred welled up within her. "You bitch, I'm going to kill you—"
"Idiot—" He raised his hand and slapped Lingfang across the face, causing her to fall to the ground in disbelief.
Lin Yueyao recited a sutra of tranquility, set up a magic array, and rushed to Song Qingyun's side.
Song Qingyun, on the other hand, was much more presentable than Lingfang, holding a little demon and displaying a deep father-son bond.
"Useless trash—" Wen Qing slapped the back of Song Qingyun's head, leaving him dazed. Lin Yueyao yelled, "Wake up!"
Song Qingyun suddenly realized, "Junior Sister Yueyao?" He threw away the little demon, realized he had miscalculated, and his face turned red with embarrassment. He felt ashamed when he thought about what he had experienced with the fake Lin Yueyao.
"Where is Junior Sister?"
Lin Yueyao replied, "Still alive."
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