Demonic Qi

The sharp sword fell heavily towards her chest, as if it were about to pierce Su Fuyun.

But the next second, a thick, dark fog suddenly rushed towards Sang Ying from Su Fuyun's chest. Sang Ying narrowly dodged it, and when she went to stab Su Fuyun again, the place where Su Fuyun had been was already empty.

"Your senior sister has quite a few secrets," Gu Shu, who rarely speaks, said meaningfully.

Su Fuyun has run away, and Sang Ying's mood is far from good. Upon hearing Gu Shu's words, she immediately asked, "What do you mean? Do you know the origin of that black mist?"

"I can't speak for other things," Gu Shu paused, "But that black mist... it seems to me somewhat like Demonic Qi!"

Demonic Qi?

How could Demonic Qi be emanating from Su Fuyun's body?!

Wait a minute... Sang Ying thought back carefully, and it seemed that the black mist came out of the pendant on her chest.

So what exactly is Su Fuyun involved with?

Is the kind, innocent, and Child of Heavenly Destiny described in the book really her?

Sang Ying felt her head starting to hurt.

"Don't underestimate demons. My master Gu Wangchuan, was able to ascend so quickly because of his meritorious service in exorcising demons. If your senior sister really has come into contact with demons, you'd better be careful in the future," Gu Shu reminded him worriedly.

Sang Ying nodded, taking his words to heart.

Even if Gu Shu hadn't said anything, she would have been very cautious.

Unable to resolve the situation, Sang Ying had no choice but to leave disappointed. Seeing Sang Ying's expression, Fang Chi and the other man came over to check on her, and even Liu Wu couldn't help but cast a questioning glance at her.

Sang Ying briefly explained the situation to them. Hai Tingzhou and the other man were fine, but Liu Wu's expression changed slightly.

"That black mist you mentioned is probably Demonic Qi," he said with absolute certainty.

If the second person has guessed it's Demonic Qi, then it's probably definitely true.

Sang Ying had already guessed, so she understood Liu Wu's judgment, but Fang Chi and the other two were greatly surprised.

"She's a disciple of Immortal Venerable Yanchen!" Hai Tingzhou, who still held Gu Huaiwei in some esteem, couldn't believe it when he heard that Su Fuyun had ties to demons.

Sang Ying lowered her eyelashes. "So what if he's a disciple of Immortal Venerable Yanchen? No matter how powerful the master is, he might not necessarily be able to teach his disciple."

Everyone present, except Fang Chi, could hear the resentment towards Gu Huaiwei in Sang Ying's words, and immediately fell silent.

Sang Ying kept Su Fuyun's matter to herself. A few days later, the barrier on Gleaming Gold Island slowly dissipated, and the crimson seawater reappeared before everyone's eyes.

When the Golden Summit returned to the shore of Gleaming Gold Island, only a little over a hundred of the original three hundred people remained.

Even some of the Nascent Soul Cultivator were killed.

When Sang Ying and her group first appeared on the coast, some people tried to rob them. But Liu Wu, carrying a sword, stepped in front of them at the right moment, exuding an imposing aura.

The others immediately fell silent.

Zhao San was one of them. Even though he was very Qi Ingestion, he could only swallow his anger for the time being, given that Liu Wu was indeed powerful.

The crimson sea was cleaved open by the Golden Summit, and the white-bearded old man at the bow seemed to be riding the waves.

He greeted everyone with his usual smiling face, "It's been two months, how have you all been?"

No one answered him, but he wasn't embarrassed.

They quickly made way and helped everyone onto the boat.

However, when boarding the ship, Zhao San didn't forget to sidle up and cut Sang Ying off, then gave her a malicious look.

After Zhao San and his men left, Hai Tingzhou whispered to Sang Ying, "After we detain him, let's find a chance to beat him up, shall we?"

Sang Ying shook her head. "Let's just keep the beating he did before, to avoid giving people something to talk about."

Upon hearing this, the two people behind him exchanged a knowing glance, their faces filled with smirks.

Since we said we'd beat them up, then we definitely will.

After the Golden Summit docked, Zhao San, oblivious to his impending doom, went up to Sang Ying and swaggered around again, completely unaware that during their short time on the ship, Sang Ying and the other two had already devised their plan to trap sacks with Liu Wu.

After disembarking with them, Liu Wu, upon seeing Zhao San's arrogant demeanor, approached Sang Ying and said, "Your request doesn't need to be counted as one of the three requests. Actually, I also wanted to see what it's like for a young master from the Aristocratic Clan to get beaten up."

When the group discussed the matter earlier, Sang Ying asked Liu Wu to help distract Zhao San's guards, indicating that this was one of the requests she had made to him.

Liu Wu had already agreed, but now...

There's no better time than now. Fearing that Zhao San would leave Haizhou City too early, they decided to carry out the plan that very night.

So that night, Third Young Master Zhao finally left the island and found a nice inn to rest for the day.

Someone slapped a spirit-suppressing talisman on him, put a sack over his head, kidnapped him to an alley, and gave him a severe beating, specifically targeting the fleshiest parts of his body.

By the time the guards who had been transferred realized something was wrong, Sang Ying and her two companions had already finished beating the man and left.

The guards rushed back to the inn and searched for a long time before finding Zhao San unconscious in the alley.

After being rescued, Zhao San was in pain all over his body, but there wasn't a single scratch on him, and he didn't even know how to treat his injuries.

Having never suffered a loss in his life, Third Young Master Zhao was furious and gave the guards a thorough dressing-down.

Just as he was about to send a message to his father, asking him to avenge him, the guards of Haizhou City broke into his house first.

"How dare you break into my house? Do you know who I am?" Third Young Master Zhao immediately wanted his guards to throw them out.

However, the other party replied neither servilely nor arrogantly, "Please, Third Young Master Zhao, come with us to the City Lord's Mansion. Our City Lord has something to discuss with you."

Zhao San's shouting stopped abruptly, his arrogant demeanor returning. "What, your city lord finally knows what his good son has done and wants me to apologize?"

Although Zhao San didn't see who hit him, he guessed it was Hai Tingzhou and his group.

He hadn't expected the other party to file a complaint before him; he simply assumed that the City Lord Hai was afraid of his family and had gone to apologize to him.

The guards didn't object, which Zhao San interpreted as tacit agreement.

He immediately led his men and followed the guards to the city lord's mansion.

Inside the city lord's mansion, for the first time, the kind-faced middle-aged man's eyes turned cold, while a woman of considerable cultivation sat on the main seat beside him, wiping away tears.

The entire main hall was filled with a solemn atmosphere, and Hai Tingzhou, who was in the hall, couldn't help but want to move closer to Sang Ying.

"Pingge, do you really not know how Tingzhou died?" The dignified and poised woman couldn't help but ask again.

Hai Tingzhou replied respectfully, "I separated from my brother after arriving on the island, and I truly do not know what happened to him. However, the woman who accompanied him might know something, but she refused to say, and was eventually rescued by a cloud of black mist."

The woman wiped away her tears and said sternly to the City Lord Hai, "My Pingge must have been murdered by that vile woman! You must seek justice for our son!"

The head of the Hai Household remained calm and silent.