The Demon Realm

"Ugh, I'm so angry!"

"That sounds nice, but why don't you go yourselves?"

"A bunch of hypocrites who only know how to use moral blackmail!"

Even though she knew what she was seeing was an illusion of the peach blossom forest, Qiaoqiao was still furious. She finally understood why Song Wuya was so detestable; he was the epitome of hypocrisy, the number one leader in moral blackmail!

If it weren't for the fact that people in this illusion couldn't see her and couldn't touch them, she would definitely make them taste the power of the High Antiquity style, one by one!

Yet this illusion seemed so real that she had the feeling that these things had actually happened.

The eldest disciple betrayed the sect, and the third senior sister and Liu Xiu perished together. According to what she saw in her dream, things could really develop in this way...

"Master, aren't they ganging up on you? You absolutely mustn't agree!" She ran up to Bai Fu and begged him to refuse.

But she was merely a phantom in this realm, and could do nothing more than that.

Bai Fu looked up, and for a fleeting moment, Qiaoqiao thought her master had seen her.

It wasn't until Song Wuya behind her spoke again, "Consider it as atonement for the disciples; the Immortal Venerable should also intervene to save Heavenly Secrets City."

The white-robed immortal, who had remained silent, twitched his knuckles slightly. After pondering for a long time, he finally spoke, "Alright."

"Master!" Qiaoqiao suddenly grabbed his sleeve.

The illusion vanished abruptly.

Caught off guard, she stumbled into the fragrant embrace of plum blossoms.

Chapter 56 Demon Realm

Qiaoqiao tried to stop Bai Fu in the illusion, but the illusion suddenly disappeared, and she fell into her master's arms in reality.

Bai Fu's embrace was as elegant as he was, with a faint fragrance of plum blossoms lingering in the air. Qiaoqiao remained in the position of having fallen into his arms, her head buried in his chest, her calves pressed against his thighs, and she could feel a warm touch on her waist. It must be that her master had caught her waist to prevent her from falling completely.

The faint scent of plum blossoms was so pleasant that she couldn't help but sniff it.

Bai Fu froze, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily.

But Qiaoqiao was oblivious, and gripped his sleeve even tighter.

"Qiaoqiao."

He spoke softly, his snow-white voice tinged with a hint of hoarseness.

Qiaoqiao snapped out of her daze, climbed off him, and asked, "Master, are you alright?"

The silk ribbon on her sleeve brushed past her fingertips, and her Bai Fu fingers twitched slightly before disappearing back under her sleeve.

Why do you ask that?

"Oh..." Qiaoqiao suddenly realized that what she had just seen was an illusion.

In that illusion, the eldest brother betrayed the sect for the witch, the third sister fell in love with Liu Xiu, and Liu Xiu used her prescription to cure the plague spreading in Envy Fish City, thus becoming famous.

The secret passages in Envy Fish City and the matter of the Immortality Pill were not discovered. Liu Xiu was not disgraced, and Elder Bing was not punished. It wasn't until the sect competition that the Immortality Pill brought complete chaos, and the demonic calamity finally broke out in Heavenly Secrets City. In her dream, she saw Nangong meeting Bing Yan, and in the end, the two were engulfed by a black mist, which may have been a confirmation of the Devil Creature chaos.

Fortunately, things haven't turned out the way they did in the dream. The demonic calamity in Heavenly Secrets City has been resolved, and Nangong Gua is dead. There won't be a situation like in the illusion where all the disciples in the city are possessed by demons, so naturally, there's no need for Master to intervene.

But she couldn't help wondering, if things really were as depicted in the illusion, what would become of her master in the end?

The protective array will drain his Spiritual Qi, leaving him extremely weak.

Even if he ultimately saves Heavenly Secrets City, because of what happened to his eldest brother and third sister, people will think it's something he, as their master, should do, and no one will be grateful to him for it.

On the contrary, those who are outwardly respectful but secretly jealous and hateful towards him will surely seize the opportunity to stab him in the back. What should Master do then? Will Master die?

Just thinking about it makes her feel heartbroken.

"Master, if the world were to end one day, would you choose to save it?"

"Protecting all people is a teacher's responsibility."

"Why?" Qiaoqiao's heart skipped a beat. "There are so many people in the world, can't they just save themselves?"

" To Guardian Sword Dao is to take it upon ourselves to protect the world."

Sword cultivators who inherit this path are extremely rare. In thousands of years, he is the only one who has mastered the sword path, which shows how difficult this path is. Without sufficient enlightenment, one cannot inherit this path.

"But..."

"Qiaoqiao." Bai Fu looked down at her, his eyes filled with complex and unfathomable emotions. "The Protective Sword Formation formation protects you... and your senior brothers and sisters, and everyone on Ethereal Peak. Protecting all of this is my wish."

Qiaoqiao's heart was filled with turbulent emotions, and she couldn't quite describe what she was feeling. After a long while, she managed to choke out, "Song Wuya is really no good!"

After a pause, he asked, "Fourth Senior Brother?"

Fu Fengyuan stood under a flowering tree not far away, blood flowing from between his fingers as he pressed the wound on his arm. He seemed completely unaware of it and didn't know how long he had been standing there.

"Senior brother, you're injured!"

"It's alright," he said sadly. "It's good that Junior Sister is alright."

She Fu Fengyuan treat his wounds. Fortunately Wen Zhi gave them a lot of pills, and after taking the blood-replenishing pills, his complexion visibly improved a lot.

Soon, they found Wen Zhi unconscious behind a small hill. She was probably not the main target of this Devil Race operation; she was just somewhat disoriented from inhaling too much demonic mist. She was still tightly clutching a small purple flower in her hand.

After waking her up, her first words were, "I found it!"

"Third Senior Sister, what did you find?"

A prescription that can cure Madam Rushui's throat!

Qiaoqiao:...

[My senior sister truly lives up to her reputation as a medicine fanatic; she's still thinking about this even at a time like this.]

Wen Zhi was somewhat excited. She had been troubled by this prescription for a long time. Madam Rushui was a demon, and she had tried many spirit medicine, none of which were suitable for Rushui's constitution.