Chapter 121

Tang Miao’s back slammed hard into the ground. He didn’t have time to look around. He quickly released a gentle spiritual force, gently supporting Yu Yi, who was about to fall to the ground.

He was a cultivator, so a bump was nothing to him, but Senior Sister Yu Yi couldn’t bear to be bumped.

After Tang Miao finished all this, the Xuanze Leopard, which had landed on all fours, had already turned into a black smoke, disappearing without a trace.

He looked around, the surroundings were extremely pure, as if they were standing in a space surrounded by white silk, with only the icy blue mist swirling above, like ink.

It’s hard to imagine that under the mud beneath the Unregretful Orchid, there would be such a clear world.

The roads behind and on both sides were blocked, leaving only the endless white silk underfoot, as if guiding them forward.

Tang Miao focused and looked at Senior Sister, saying, “Senior Sister, this should be a chance.”

In the cultivation world that had existed for tens of thousands of years, opportunities were not everywhere, but they were often encountered, especially for Tang Miao, who would always be drawn into mysterious places of opportunity.

Within these opportunities, there were dangers and rich treasures coexisting. Many cultivators were still willing to explore them, but Tang Miao hesitated a bit.

“Senior Sister, I’m always in danger. This time I’ve implicated you. The path of cultivation is not easy. If it were just me, I would go and explore on my own. But with you here, we should wait for Senior Sister Song to break through here and take us out.”

Yu Yi looked around slowly and said, “You don’t have to think like this. There’s no such thing as being a burden.”

Seeing Tang Miao’s emotional expression, Yu Yi paused slightly. Tang Miao only thought that he was dragging her down, but he didn’t know that without his connection through the spiritual treasures, relying solely on the Xuanze Leopard, she couldn’t have entered here.

Yu Yi understood that saying a few light words now would surely make Tang Miao deeply grateful to her, but she had no interest in manipulating people’s hearts like this. Instead, she said, “Let’s wait for Pianxian to find the entrance to break through. It’s not impossible.” She frowned slightly, revealing the glowing halo of the Seeking Bead in her hand. “But I can’t sense her aura anymore.”

The Seeking Bead is also a small spiritual treasure created by Qiong Ling. If blood is dripped onto the bead, and spiritual power is infused into the bead, it can sense the aura of the blood owner, even across time and space, extremely useful.

“How could it not be found?” Tang Miao exclaimed, “Could it be that Senior Sister Song… has already fallen?”

Yu Yi shook her head gently, with certainty:

“She definitely hasn’t.”

Yu Yi looked towards the faint white path ahead, determination evident in her eyes:

“It’s this place causing trouble, she’s cut off from our connection to the Small Realm.”

Tang Miao suddenly realized that the former owner of this place must have had a cultivation level surpassing the tribulation. With someone like Senior Sister Song here, it’s probably unlikely.

Before Tang Miao could make a decision, Yu Yi took the lead and stepped forward.

“Missing out on a delivered opportunity without exploring it is too much of a pity. I have spiritual treasures with me, so rest assured.”

Tang Miao was stunned, looking at Senior Sister’s figure, he suddenly remembered that before Senior Sister had been fundamentally harmed, she was a brilliant genius.

The dangerous places she had seen and visited were only a few more than his own.

With an unchanged temperament and unyielding courage, she remained a cultivator.

When faced with opportunities, cultivators never retreat without reason. Even he himself never gave up every time, seeking a glimpse of immortality at the critical moment of life and death.

Tang Miao felt his blood boiling again.

He clenched his sword and hurried to catch up, shouting boldly:

“Senior Sister, wait for me.”

At the connection between the Small Realm and the outside world, cultivators were being “spit out” from the secret realm passage.

Foundation Building Golden Cores stumbled when thrown to the ground, in an extremely embarrassed state, many of them were injured. Several elders who were guarding outside couldn’t sit still and got up, asking what had happened to their disciples.

“Senior Sister Yu Yi and another male disciple were involved in the secret realm, and then we were rejected by the secret realm, we don’t know why.”

“There’s a bewitching orchid and its accompanying monster in the secret realm – now that I think about it, it’s really strange. Where would there be a century-old spiritual herb in the Small Realm? If it’s said to be an opportunity, it makes sense.”

“Unfortunately, the opportunity didn’t fall on my head—Senior Sister Song is truly brave!”

The disciples and elders of Lingyun Sect talked back and forth, expressing their admiration and envy for their fellow disciples who were involved in the opportunity, as well as for Senior Sister Song’s battle against six Nascent Soul stage cultivators single-handedly.

As for the matter of the other sects joining forces against Lingyun Sect, they didn’t pay much attention to it. In the cultivation world, it was common for sects to have disputes and grudges even within their own sects, let alone between sects. It all depended on whose fist was harder for power struggles.

But the disciples on the other side weren’t as relaxed:

“Elder Qi, that puppet from Lingyun Sect… Senior Sister Song…”

“What happened?” Elder Qi from Xuanyu Sect urgently asked, “Where are the elders? Why haven’t we seen any of them?”

Not to mention the elders of Xuanyu Sect, not even the elders of other sects were seen. All that came out were disciples.

The disciples trembled their lips, unable to form a coherent sentence. Behind them, the entrance that had already calmed down once again stirred up a storm, with faint thunder rolling and thick clouds swirling.

In the instant the muffled thunder exploded—

Song Pianxian appeared in the midst of the clouds and mist, with bright white lightning swirling behind her. Her black hair fluttered, her red clothes were as dazzling as blood, and she was still holding a person in her hand.

Her figure was like a ghost, and in the blink of an eye, she flashed from the entrance to the crowd.

Almost as soon as Song Pianxian approached, a suffocatingly sweet and pungent smell hit everyone’s faces, so thick that it made people’s minds dizzy and heads swell.

It was the smell of blood. Elder Qi from Xuanyu Sect’s heart throbbed violently. How many people had she killed!

Without the disciples needing to say anything, he understood why their own elders were nowhere to be seen. He then looked at the male cultivator held in Song Pianxian’s hand.

The cultivator’s neck hung weakly, his face unseen, his limbs hanging limp, only his collar being lifted by the short knife in Song Pianxian’s hand, like a piece of dead meat hanging on a knife.

The short knife looked very familiar, as if it were the personal magic weapon of their own elder… Elder Qi from Xuanyu Sect trembled severely, swallowed hard, and was about to use his divine sense to see who the male cultivator was.

Before he could cautiously release his divine sense, Song Pianxian shook her hand and threw the male cultivator onto the ground in front of them.

The male cultivator rolled halfway and lay on his back on the ground, revealing his face, and everyone leaned in to see—

It turned out to be Hang Yunhe from Lingyun Sect!

What’s going on here?

Even though Tang Miao always speculated about various opportunities such as secret realms with the worst possible outcomes due to his special physique, he never expected that this opportunity would be left by a demonic cultivator, let alone a legacy.

Not to mention the tests along the way that still seemed to be from reputable sects, just the pure and ethereal white space and the blue mist, they should have been left by a female cultivator, right?

Moreover, the female cultivator in the soul form in front of him and Senior Sister didn’t have the stunning beauty and charm of a demonic cultivator. Her face was a bit round, with almond-shaped eyes and peach cheeks, nothing like a demonic cultivator.

Tang Miao found it quite strange and remained silent for a moment.

Yu Yi also remained silent.

The soul claiming to be a female demonic cultivator was hovering in the air with a lamp-shaped magic tool. The long-disappeared Xuanze Leopard was licking its claws beside her. The soul asked again:

“If only one person was sent in by the little cat, there would be no need to choose. But since two people came in together, there is only one inheritance from me. You both need to discuss who will accept it.”

The tone of the soul was quite confident and arrogant, pinpointing the weakness of all cultivators—the desire for the inheritance of techniques.

There was a strange anticipation on her face, as if she wanted to witness these two fellow disciples fighting in front of her, and even take each other’s lives.

But unfortunately for her, she encountered Tang Miao.

After learning about the appearance of a demonic cultivator in their Tian Sect’s secret realm, Tang Miao calmed down, clasped his hands, and said cautiously:

“Thank you for your kindness, Senior. Both Senior Sister and I don’t need this inheritance.”

The soul suddenly floated straighter, “What?”

“My mother was harmed by demonic cultivators. In this lifetime, I will only pursue the path of immortality, never the path of demons,” Tang Miao said decisively, “As for my Senior Sister, she has encountered great calamity and can no longer cultivate techniques, let alone exhaust her cultivation and fall into the demonic path.”

Upon hearing this, Yu Yi, who had been silent all along, moved her fingers slightly.

The soul held the lamp and flew around them in a circle.

“Today, my inheritance must be given to someone, either you or her,” the soul said.

The soul chuckled twice, its eyes shining brightly, and then it looked closely at Yu Yi, “My techniques are just right, no need for meridians.”

In fact, without meridians, it’s even better.

Initially, she only had her eyes on Tang Miao and didn’t spare a glance at the female cultivator beside him. But now, she noticed something interesting.

After so many years, very few knew that the once terrifying demonic queen, Manzhi, who had made both the righteous and demonic paths tremble, was originally a single-rooted genius of the righteous path sect. She had her spiritual roots stolen and her meridians destroyed by someone, and she barely escaped to the demonic realm to save her life.

She accidentally obtained an inheritance from a female cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, and relying on that inheritance, she created her own techniques, becoming the notorious demonic queen of the demonic path.

Manzhi looked at the girl in front of her as if seeing her past self.

Single-rooted, meridians destroyed, she could even sense the desire lurking in the girl’s body, eager to awaken.

She was far from as harmless as she appeared.

Manzhi immediately put aside the man she had initially taken an interest in and asked the girl:

“The feeling of losing your power is not pleasant, is it? Do you want my inheritance?”

Tang Miao was bewildered by this change. He looked around and finally called out, “Senior Sister?”

Yu Yi responded lightly, reassuring Tang Miao not to worry, and then looked at the soul, asking, “What do I have to do for your inheritance?”

“It’s simple. You’ll take me out, and in the future, when you become powerful, you’ll help me rebuild my physical body,” the soul said.

“A covenant with heaven and earth?” Yu Yi asked.

A covenant with heaven and earth meant informing the heavens of the agreement. If it was violated, one would face the thunderous punishment of heaven and earth, and the path would be severed. No cultivator dared to violate such a covenant.

Manzhi narrowed her eyes, “Yes.”

This matter was settled in just a few words. Before Tang Miao could react, his own Senior Sister was about to switch to the demonic path.

He opened his mouth, finally finding the opportunity to interject before Senior Sister made the covenant:

“Senior Sister, even if no one else says it, should we discuss this with Senior Sister Song?”

After he finished speaking, he saw Yu Yi Senior Sister turn to him, her gaze fixed on him for a while.

Then, he heard Senior Sister speaking to him in such a soft voice for the first time:

“Thank you for reminding me.”

“What?”

Yu Yi no longer looked at him, but turned to the soul and said:

“Can you do me a favor?”

“Hmm?”

Yu Yi pointed to Tang Miao:

“Help me seal off his memories.”

Three days.

Song Pianxian guarded outside the secret realm for three days.

The secret realm couldn’t be destroyed. It repelled humans and sealed itself off. The methods of cultivators were powerless against it, and Song Pianxian’s memories contained no way to enter the secret realm.

She could only know from the fact that she hadn’t died yet that Yu Yi had no need to worry about her life.

And then wait for her here.

Song Pianxian closed her eyes, keeping her breathing slow and steady, and then carefully pondered the faint and deeply buried clues within.

Yu Yi entered the secret realm with Tang Miao, and Tang Miao was the variable.

She had previously speculated that Tang Miao should play a certain role in her mission, and now it seemed that this role was beginning to emerge.

Eight or nine times out of ten, Yu Yi entered another void because of Tang Miao.

Fortune lies within misfortune, misfortune lurks within fortune.

Moreover, this might not necessarily be a bad thing.

Rationally laying out logical reasoning in her mind, Song Pianxian should trust her judgment. The facts proved that she was almost never wrong. She had always been confident, and she should continue to be so.

But another kind of more passionate thinking was surging in her calm mind, waves of excitement crashing against the unmoving rocks, churning up ceaselessly roaring white foam.

Yu Yi, Yu Yi, Yu Yi.

As if calling across layers of mundane boundaries, another voice came from the other side of the world, echoing with the inexhaustible surging waves.

Feeling something, Song Pianxian opened her eyes.

Yu Yi emerged from the pure white mist, reaching out to brush aside the thin mist in front of her.

She saw herself, her eyes brightening, and walked briskly towards her.

Song Pianxian was faster.

With a movement, she embraced Yu Yi.

The soft body and warm temperature reminded Song Pianxian that Yu Yi, who was in her arms, was real, and Yu Yi was back by her side.

“Pianxian, I’m back.”

Yu Yi rested her chin on Song Pianxian’s shoulder, natural and habitual, her eyes curved, her voice sounding somewhat spoiled:

“You’re holding me too tight.”

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Translator: Glariosa
Editor: Ruu

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