Chapter 147

With everyone’s efforts, except for a few demonic cultivators who self-destructed, the rest were all captured.

The smell of blood blended with the mist of the illusion formation, permeating Song Pianxian’s nose. She had the Seven Star Dual Phoenix Blade given to her by Yu Yi inserted at her side. Blood dripped from the blade, staining the soil beneath her dark.

“Elder Song… Elder Song, according to your orders, all the demonic cultivators have been trapped in the Soul Trapping Array.” The person spoke eagerly, his voice filled with awe.

“Okay, continue counting the cultivators.”

“Yes.”

Song Pianxian bent down and picked up the little leopard that wanted to approach but was afraid of getting dirty from the blood. Although the little leopard was dark, it had always been clean. Today was the first time it had fought, fierce as it was, but inevitably it became dirty.

“You’re quite capable.” Song Pianxian checked it over, saw that it wasn’t injured, and praised softly, pinching its dusty claws and casting a cleaning spell on them.

In the corner of her eye, a familiar girl approached. Song Pianxian smiled slightly, and it wasn’t until Yu Yi reached her side and reached out to touch the Seven Star Dual Phoenix Blade that she suddenly spoke:

“I’ve tried it, this blade is very effective.”

“Well, pretending not to see me on purpose.” The girl rushed over, beautiful and agile, like an angry cat putting on a show.

“Don’t be silly.” Song Pianxian laughed, perhaps the battle had loosened her bones a bit, at this moment even her mind relaxed a little, and this sentence even had a hint of coquettishness.

Not to mention Yu Yi was stunned on the spot, even Song Pianxian herself was momentarily stunned.

Song Pianxian pursed her lips and turned her head.

There was not a hint of blush on the puppet’s cold white skin, not even on her cheeks, even her ears remained as white as jade, but Yu Yi still sensed a hint of shyness from Song Pianxian’s face.

Big Sister… Is she blushing?

To Yu Yi, Song Pianxian had always been a calm and reliable figure, as if even if the world were to collapse before her, she would only raise an eyebrow lightly, then calmly formulate a plan and arrange everything properly.

Her words were always meticulous and gentle, proper and generous, never like this, like willow catkins drifting from the direction of the sun, sticking to Yu Yi’s heart and refusing to leave, light and soft, teasing people to itch.

Yu Yi’s eyes twinkled as she took out a white handkerchief and said to Song Pianxian, who wasn’t looking at herself, “Big Sister, come here.”

Song Pianxian’s figure paused, then turned around.

“Hmm?”

Yu Yi waved the handkerchief at her.

Song Pianxian bent down.

Yu Yi wiped her face. Near her temples, there were one or two spots of blood from the demon cultivators. Yu Yi carefully wiped away these distracting things, meticulous and thorough.

She complained softly, “Always taking care of the little cat, why doesn’t Big Sister take care of herself?”

Indeed, she forgot to use a cleaning spell on herself. Song Pianxian, rarely criticized by the young girl, cleared her throat and changed the subject, “Little cat?”

“Oh, that’s the name I gave the Wind Thunder Leopard.”

“…” Song Pianxian cautiously remarked, “Quite cute.”

Yu Yi, still wiping, chuckled softly and said, “Big Sister is cute too.” Cute.

Song Pianxian’s gaze drifted away, looking like she didn’t understand.

Yu Yi’s smile deepened.

After wiping away the dirt to her satisfaction, she finally stopped and used a cleaning spell to clean other parts of Song Pianxian’s body.

Not a drop of others’ blood was allowed to remain.

After a brief interaction, the number of cultivators was counted, and someone called Song Pianxian over.

Song Pianxian immediately reverted to the familiar figure everyone knew, bright and almost ethereal, with unrivaled strength, like a towering spring mountain.

At this point, everyone had forgotten about the Elder Jiao who led the team, even the Lingyun Sect’s own disciples like Yu Wei and Zhang Shuhuai. Everyone regarded Song Pianxian as the representative figure of the sect, with absolute authority.

In the cultivation world, where the desire for strength was extremely strong, Song Pianxian’s success in the previous battle had won over everyone. Wherever she went, cultivators made way for her, countless fiery gazes following her figure.

Yu Yi followed behind her slowly, relaxed and content.

There were more than two hundred captured demon cultivators, accounting for over twenty percent of the Tianfeng Conference’s slots, indicating the grand ambitions of the demon cultivators. Now they were trapped in the spirit formation, appearing dark and overwhelming.

Some demon cultivators had faces similar to cultivators, indistinguishable from ordinary people except for their more sinister demeanor, while others had tails and ears resembling untransformed demonic beasts. These demon cultivators possessed the bloodline of demonic cultivation.

Elder Qin quickly approached Song Pianxian:

“Elder Song, according to what was said before, Master Xu is responsible for soul searching. Also, Master Chu Feng was injured just now. Now we’re changing it so that Ning will be in charge of distributing pills and treating disciples. Do you think this is feasible?”

The arrangement had been discussed early on, but—

“Chu Feng was injured?” Song Pianxian was somewhat surprised. It’s nothing else, but Chu Feng has already reached the Nascent Soul stage. The highest level of demon cultivators here is only the Nascent Divinity stage. Even if they self-destruct, they shouldn’t be able to harm her, right?

“That’s right, I didn’t expect it either. Master Chu Feng has always been compassionate and caring for her disciples, which is why she was secretly injured by the evil demon cultivators.”

Beside Song Pianxian, Yu Yi glanced at Manzhi.

Manzhi’s whole fox-like body was tense, her eyes darting around as if looking for someone, but she coldly snorted, “What compassion? Just putting on a show.”

In a few breaths, Yu Yi caught a glimpse of Manzhi walking nonchalantly towards the southeast. When she looked over, sure enough, there was a figure in a snowy-white cassock, pure and holy.

Yu Yi smiled, withdrew her gaze, and ignored the affairs of others.

In the spirit formation, all power was restrained. Song Pianxian prepared to lead several uninjured Nascent Divinity cultivators to extract memories from the demon cultivators, three to five at a time.

Originally, Song Pianxian planned to do it herself, but everyone else disagreed.

“This little matter doesn’t require Elder Song personally.”

“Oh, Elder Song, you’ve already protected our disciples and saved this old man. Let us handle it now.”

“Yes, Elder Song, just standing here is enough for us to feel at ease.”

…

Even the Shijue Academy, who knew Song Pianxian’s strength well, received the gazes from other sects, as if saying, “Why are you just standing there? Hurry up and express your opinion. How can you be so indecisive?” They had no choice but to follow along, reluctantly joining in with half-hearted support, like a timid young wife saying, “Although she often kills us, she is really strong as a cultivator.”

In the end, while everyone else was busy bustling around, Song Pianxian and Yu Yi sat idle on the side, facing each other.

Song Pianxian didn’t brush off everyone’s kindness. Instead, she simply sat down on the ground, tidied herself up, and Yu Yi sat down beside her, letting the little cat play on its own.

The little cat spun around the two of them happily. Song Pianxian placed the Seven-Star Twin Phoenix Blade horizontally between them, her fingertips tracing the delicate patterns on the blade, and asked, “Just now, I wanted to ask you, have you also refined this blade once?”

Yu Yi knew why she asked. Just as they, as the closest beings to the Lingyun, could recognize the Lingyun’s aura from artifacts, Song Pianxian could naturally recognize her own aura from the blade.

She curled up her legs, resting her chin on her knees, and looked at the blade with clear eyes, “This is one of the very few artifacts that were almost completed. I haven’t made many.”

“I saw you use the blade before, and it seemed handy, so I chose it.”

The piece of image stone that Tang Miao had sent over, Yu Yi would occasionally take it out to look at. It wasn’t until one day when the image inside started to blur that she realized she had looked at it many times already.

Song Pianxian sighed, “You truly have inherited the Lingyun’s aptitude for artifact refinement. When you say it’s just a little bit, that little bit is actually a celestial-level bit. You’ve just started.”

Yu Yi smiled at her but remained silent.

She wanted Song Pianxian to use the artifact she had personally refined, to make her whole body belong to herself. Her skills in artifact refinement were still too immature at the moment, so she had to compromise and leave her aura on the artifact.

She had to practice more when she got back, and her cultivation had to keep up, so that she could provide Song Pianxian with artifacts she had personally refined. Yu Yi’s plans were being laid out confidently.

“Afterward, I’ll get you something better.”

After saying that, she remembered that when she was practicing, besides a pile of low-grade artifacts, she also made a useless, palm-sized butterfly.

It was just the right time to bring it out to please Song Pianxian.

Yu Yi immediately flipped her storage bracelet.

“I have a little something here, let me show you.”

She tried hard to suppress the pride and excitement in her voice, and said modestly.

Song Pianxian was amused by her, “Alright.”

Yu Yi rummaged around but didn’t find the azure butterfly made from Xuanxing Iron that she had refined. Instead, there was another peculiar butterfly-shaped object.

The butterfly’s wings were made of orange-pink gemstones, with very faint aura, almost negligible, but very beautiful, as if filled with soft twilight, exuding a unique gentleness and charm.

In addition to the two gemstones, sparkling diamonds surrounded two larger butterfly wings, and the hollow design made the butterfly light and graceful, bright and tender.

Yu Yi’s fingers curled slightly.

She had seen it before, in a dream.

In the dream, it belonged to them, and they gave the butterfly to Song Pianxian. And now, she was repeating their actions. Did this mean—

“Oh no!”

“How did this happen to the demon cultivator—”

Trouble?

Song Pianxian’s expression tightened. Without waiting for Yu Yi to bring out the little item, she grabbed the Seven-Star Twin Phoenix Blade and hurried towards the Soul Trapping Array, her sleeves fluttering.

“Wait for me here.”

With these words thrown behind her, even before they reached the ground, her figure had flashed to the front of the Soul Trapping Array.

Without the need for others to explain, Song Pianxian glanced over, and there were five demon cultivators outside the Soul Trapping Array. One of them, with unimpressive strength, now had stiff limbs, gradually withering away. His hair had turned into dead black ropes, devoid of vitality, his body twisted, like an overly fake puppet, lying on the ground, with only an eerie smile on his face, making one’s heart skip a beat.

“Elder Song! This demon cultivator is not a real person. Lord Yu and I were just about to probe his soul when he chuckled a few times and fell down by himself!”

“After he fell, he had no soul, and I don’t know what kind of supernatural power it is—”

The other demon cultivators laughed wildly, mocking without restraint:

“You ignorant old fools, scared by us? One day, our demon clan will hang you up and tear open your dantian—Ah—”

“Too noisy.”

Song Pianxian’s wrist moved, retracting the long knife, and said lightly.

The other demon cultivators, who had just been reveling, looked at the blood holes on their fellow’s body, and the laughter abruptly stopped, joy disappearing just like that.

Everyone quieted down, and the scene fell silent for a moment.

Elder Qin wanted to say something, but he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t even know the origin of this demon cultivator! Separated by the maze for seven thousand years, they knew very little about the demon clan.

Just as he was feeling a headache, he saw Yu Yi walking over from the side, followed by a chubby wind thunder leopard that kept trying to trip her.

“Puppet?”

Elder Qin’s eyes lit up as if he had seen a savior:

“Friend Yu, come and see if you recognize this.”

Who was Yu Yi? She was the child raised by Yu Qing and Qiong Ling single-handedly. The unique puppet in the cultivation world was also crafted by Qiong Ling. Although her cultivation was lost, her family’s knowledge was profound. Who knew from which jade talisman she might have seen it?

Even if Yu Yi hadn’t seen it before, her presence still relieved everyone—

Elder Song was indeed graceful and beautiful, but with her high cultivation and seriousness at the moment, having just killed a demon cultivator, with the black blood almost flowing into a river, everyone felt a bit scared.

The master of this puppet, Yu Yi, looked easy to talk to and kind. Elder Qin didn’t know about others, but seeing the obedient and beautiful Yu Yi coming over, he felt more relieved.

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Translator: Glariosa
Editor: Ruu

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