Chapter 210
"Ah, it’s the young master of Lingxi Valley," Song Chiyue feigned illness, struggling to stand before collapsing back down. A forced smile crept onto her face. "Sister Suxin, what brings you here? This sect's ruins are plagued by the remains of demonic cultivators, and Daoist Qin has already gone missing. Although Master Huikong and I are here to suppress the situation, we cannot guarantee your safety. If there’s nothing urgent, I advise you to leave quickly."
What could be more urgent? If there were no pressing matters, she wouldn’t have come looking for her.
Song Chiyue pondered for a moment and began to suspect that Yun Suxin was here for a specific reason.
Rumor had it that the valley master of Lingxi Valley had suffered a problem with their dantian, leading to a loss of lifespan. This young master must be seeking medicine in the secret realm.
Yun Suxin felt a vague sense of unease at her words.
She had never heard of disciples from the Holy Land being so self-sacrificing.
With the remains of demonic cultivators wandering near these ruins, why were they still here suppressing the situation instead of retreating?
Moreover, they were already severely injured. If the rumors were true and there were Yuanying-level demonic cultivators' remains here, weren’t they courting death?
But perhaps only Song Chiyue knew the clues and the actual whereabouts of the Hunyuan Butian Dan (混元补天丹, a legendary pill for healing).
With the secret realm about to close, she had to suppress her doubts and bowed gracefully. "May I ask, Senior Song and Master Huikong, do you know the whereabouts of the Hunyuan Butian Dan? Or does Yaotai Holy Land still have any? If so, I am willing to pay any price for just one to treat my mother’s illness!"
So, she was seeking the Hunyuan Butian Dan.
Song Chiyue narrowed her eyes.
Yaotai Holy Land still had the Hunyuan Butian Dan, but only one celestial-grade pill remained, hidden in the treasury.
That was a backup resource prepared by Master Yuyao for emergencies.
But she certainly couldn’t say that.
She had to find a way to draw Yun Suxin into her plans.
It wasn’t convenient to act at the entrance of the ruins, but inside… heh~
"Yes, there is a Hunyuan Butian Dan within these sect ruins. Cough, cough..."
Song Chiyue took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth and said weakly, "Suxin, you see my current condition is quite poor, and I can’t take you in to find the pill... How about I give you a specific location, and you can go in and look for it yourself?"
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Chapter 225: Clouds of Suspicion
It was impossible for there to be no danger within the sect ruins, especially after such a fierce battle had erupted. Who knows how many disciples had perished here...
But thinking of her mother possibly not making it to the next year, Yun Suxin cast aside all her concerns.
She only had her mother left.
If her mother were to leave her too, she didn’t know what the point of living would be.
"I’ll go," Yun Suxin said, cupping her hands in front of Song Chiyue, her voice resolute. "Please tell me the exact location."
Song Chiyue directly took out a map, picked up a pen, and drew a circle on it before handing it to Yun Suxin.
"Here, it’s right here. Go."
After saying that, she added a reminder: "When I passed by there earlier, I noticed there were remains of demonic cultivators wandering around. You must be careful. If it gets too dangerous, retreat and think of another way."
Yun Suxin took the map and thanked her, turning to walk through the bronze door.
But her heart was filled with suspicion.
This map wasn’t a simple sketch; it was a detailed chart with clear markings. On the way here, she hadn’t heard that Song Chiyue had already explored the sect ruins; she only mentioned that the ruins were newly discovered... So where did this detailed map come from?
Could it be that after the battle, this saintess had dragged her injured body to explore the ruins?
Yun Suxin kept these doubts to herself and didn’t voice them.
But she silently reminded herself.
Song Chiyue seemed to have some issues.
And the monk Huikong, who was with her, might also be suspicious.
But in this world, knowing there was a problem didn’t mean one could stand still.
Sometimes, knowing there’s a tiger in the mountain and still heading toward it isn’t foolishness.
It’s simply a lack of choice.
...
Not long after Yun Suxin entered.
Song Chiyue was about to follow her in when Huikong suddenly gave her a look: "Don’t move, we’ve got a catch."
Just as the words left his mouth.
Boom—!
A heavy sword crashed down five meters in front of them.
As the dust settled, a woman in dark robes with sharp eyes emerged—none other than Yue Qianchi, who had rushed over.
Song Chiyue glanced at the newcomer, suppressing her excitement but unable to stop a smile from creeping onto her lips. What a stroke of luck! Just when she thought she couldn’t find Yue Qianchi, she had delivered herself right to their doorstep!
"Song Chiyue! Monk Huikong!"
While other sect disciples might tread carefully in front of the Yaotai saintess and the son of the Burning Clean Buddha, Yue Qianchi was not one to hold back, especially now, her urgency mixed with a simmering anger.
"Where are the three direct disciples of my Sword Pavilion? Speak!"
Song Chiyue fell silent.
Huikong raised his gaze, snorting coldly. "Daoist Yue, you’re being quite rude. The formation malfunctioning is not our intention. We fought against the remains of the demonic cultivators while your disciples watched. What’s with this accusatory tone?"
"Master Huikong, perhaps you should say less." Song Chiyue looked at Yue Qianchi, her pale face revealing a hint of regret. "Daoist Yue, fortunately, the three direct disciples of the Sword Pavilion formed a sword formation to relieve our pressure. If it weren’t for their help, Master Huikong and I might not have been able to withstand the onslaught of the demonic cultivators’ remains. As for their whereabouts..."
"Spit it out, quickly."
Yue Qianchi’s grip on the sword hilt creaked ominously, her last thread of restraint barely holding her back from smashing these two jabbering fools into a pulp.
"They chased after the remains of the demonic cultivators into the ruins, seeking revenge. They haven’t come out since, and we don’t know what’s happened to them," Song Chiyue sighed.
Yue Qianchi’s brows furrowed.
If it were any other disciples of the Sword Pavilion, there might be some credibility to Song Chiyue’s words.
But those three were her closest junior brothers.
She knew them too well.
Not to mention Xu An and Duan Feng, one clever and one calm; just considering the steady Zhen He, he would have prioritized survival above all else when all the Sword Pavilion disciples had retreated from the formation.
And if they had to fight to the death, it meant there was an unavoidable threat, so they would never have chased the remains of the demonic cultivators into the ruins.
Song Chiyue was unaware that her words had raised Yue Qianchi’s suspicions.
The scene had been chaotic, and she could never have imagined that under the assault of four Yuanying-level demonic cultivators’ remains, those three direct disciples could ensure the safe retreat of all the other Sword Pavilion disciples.
Surely, some of them had to have died, right?
So she believed that the story of the three direct disciples seeking revenge in the ruins was perfectly plausible.
"I see, I understand now." Yue Qianchi gave Song Chiyue a deep look and nodded. "Then I’ll head into the ruins to find them now."
"There may be dangers inside the ruins. My injuries have recovered somewhat; how about I accompany Daoist Yue?" Song Chiyue stood up and stretched her limbs. "Besides, there are disciples from Yaotai in the ruins that I intended to find as well."
Yue Qianchi stared intently at Song Chiyue, then glanced at Huikong, suddenly letting out a light laugh. "Master Huikong isn’t coming along?"
"I’ll pass." Huikong closed his eyes and resumed his meditation. "I’m quite injured and unable to move; I won’t be of any help."
"Very well." Yue Qianchi tightened her grip on the top-grade thunderfire talisman given to her by Li Qingran, hoisting her heavy sword and turning toward the bronze door.
Song Chiyue fell back a couple of steps to follow behind.
Her hands, hidden behind her back, were making gestures toward Huikong.
Huikong caught sight of the gestures, a sinister smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
At this moment, he squinted his eyes, his mind connecting to another perspective.
That perspective was watching a winding procession through the forest.
A female sword cultivator in a plain white dress led the way, occasionally encouraging the disciples behind her.
Through the vision of the demonic cultivators’ remains, he could see an aura of great fortune and flowing treasure light surrounding this woman, as if she had just been pulled from the water and was now basking in the sunlight, dazzling and radiant.
A faint golden light flickered in Huikong’s eyes.
Who is this person?
How could she possess both sword and water dual spiritual roots?
Even more terrifying, was this female sword cultivator a top-grade dantian?!
He had already decided to disregard the situation with Song Chiyue.
Right now, the most important thing was to capture this female cultivator.
Such a rare material!
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