Settling a Grudge
Almost as soon as the other person spoke, Su Fuyun guessed his identity.
She hadn't expected that this person would dare to trespass onto Crimson Snow Peak without being discovered by Gu Huaiwei.
When the other person traveled a long way to find her, Su Fuyun's first reaction wasn't joy, but rather an instinctive touch to her face. Only after confirming that the veil was still on her face did she breathe a slight sigh of relief.
But soon, Su Fuyun became nervous again. She pushed the man away, looked out the window to make sure no one was coming this way, and then had time to turn her head to look at the man.
The man had long, loose hair, and a crimson Fallen Devil Mark was visible between his brows.
Unlike Gu Huaiwei and elegant demeanor, the man exuded a wicked charm, even his appearance was more alluring, instantly overshadowing Su Fuyun.
Even before her face was injured, she couldn't help but feel jealous of men's good looks, let alone now?
"Why did you come looking for me? Shouldn't you stay in your Devil Palace and take care of your little sister Lianyi?" Suppressing her jealousy, Su Fuyun said awkwardly.
The man, who was none other than the current Demon Lord Fan Nanjun, smiled and coaxed her, "What 'Sister Lianyi'? I don't have a sister. I've already severely punished He Lianyi. She knows she was wrong and won't dare to lay a hand on you again. I've come here to take you back."
Fan Nanjun never expected that his subordinate, who was always known for his discretion, would dare to attack Su Fuyun while he was away suppressing traitors.
If it weren't for the wisp of Demonic Qi he left behind on Su Fuyun, she probably would have died on the spot.
But He Lianyi had followed him for many years. If Fan Nanjun were to take the life of his subordinate for a woman, it would likely discourage his other subordinates.
Therefore, although Fan Nanjun verbally spoke of severe punishment, he only gave He Lianyi a hundred lashes. Such an injury was nothing to a demon.
Hearing that the other party had only punished He Lianyi and not taken her life, Su Fuyun was naturally dissatisfied. "She wanted me dead, and you only punished her lightly. Humph, you really care about her more! In that case, you might as well pretend you don't have me as a friend, why are you still coming to me?"
The two have always claimed to be just friends, but if that were true, He Lianyi wouldn't harbor such deep malice towards Su Fuyun.
Given his keen interest in Su Fuyun, Fan Nanjun was willing to coax her and immediately pulled her into his arms, "Don't cry. I promise you, once He Lianyi is no longer of any use, I will immediately hand her over to you for disposal, how about that?"
Hearing this, Su Fuyun's anger subsided.
"By the way, why are you still wearing a veil inside?" Fan Nanjun said, reaching out to lift it.
Su Fuyun instinctively looked away, her eyes instantly reddening again.
Fan Nanjun already somewhat displeased because of her repeated refusals, but seeing the aggrieved look in Su Fuyun's eyes, his heart softened a little. "What's wrong? You still smell of blood. Did someone bully you?"
Su Fuyun had been waiting for this very question. She bit her lip, holding back her words, until Fan Nanjun became somewhat impatient with her questions. Only then did she tearfully recount her experiences over the past few days.
It specifically points out Sang Ying's "evil deeds" in trying to harm her on several occasions.
Amidst Fan Nanjun's grim expression, Su Fuyun sobbed, "I know Master has always valued me more, after all, I was the disciple he chose himself. But Junior Sister, you can't treat me so cruelly just because you don't receive Master's favor!"
Fan Nanjun tried to look at her face, but Su Fuyun refused, saying, "I look ugly right now, don't look."
Despite the immense injustice suffered by her beloved, the Flowing Light Sword Sect did not punish Sang Ying in any way.
Fan Nanjun's face darkened. "That Sang Ying, that Flowing Light Sword Sect! Fuyun, don't worry, I will definitely help you get revenge!"
After he finished speaking, he was about to leave, seemingly intending to head straight for Sang Ying's Settled Frost Peak to seek revenge.
But before he could even leave the house, Su Fuyun stopped him. "Don't go! Although my junior sister hurt me, I believe she didn't mean it. I don't want to take her life."
"Fuyun, you're still too kind!" Fan Nanjun help but sigh. "Then tell me, how do you plan to deal with that person?"
His words seemed to imply that he had already decided Sang Ying's fate.
"My junior sister injured me. Although I don't want to kill her, I also don't want to be her fellow disciple anymore. I don't ask for much, just that my junior sister be expelled from the sect." A ruthless glint flashed in Su Fuyun's eyes as she whispered something to Fan Nanjun, telling him about her plan that she had thought of long ago.
"This way, my junior sister can save her life, and I can be a little happier," Su Fuyun sighed.
Fan Nanjun readily agreed to the beautiful woman's small request. Seeing his prompt agreement, Su Fuyun was slightly pleased.
She nestled in Fan Nanjun's arms, but her gaze was fixed on the direction of Settled Frost Peak through the wooden house.
My dear junior sister, I hope you'll be satisfied with this wonderful gift I've prepared for you!
At this very moment, Sang Ying, who was tidying up on Settled Frost Peak, had no idea that there was a human and a demon in the Flowing Light Sword Sect, pondering how to expel her from the sect.
After Sang Ying met the sect leader that day, perhaps because she spoke so rudely, Gu Huaiwei didn't have the chance to teach her a lesson.
No one from the Discipline Hall came, so Sang Ying tidied up Settled Frost Peak while waiting for the sect's decision.
Settled Frost Peak had been closed for too long, and many plants inside had grown wildly without anyone tending to them. Fortunately, the houses were neither damaged nor covered in dust because of the array that had been set up.
Sang Ying simply trimmed the overgrown vegetation once; there wasn't much work to be done.
During this time, some people tried to visit her, but Sang Ying refused them all, citing inconvenience.
The spirit sword moved automatically through the forest, trimming away any overly long branches it saw.
Gu Shu can now command the spirit sword at will; sometimes, the spirit sword is even more agile under his command than it is in Sang Ying's hands.
Sang Ying collected all the fallen branches and sent them to the dining hall of the Flowing Light Sword Sect.
Settled Frost Peak was quickly cleaned up. The once bustling mountain lost its former vitality, but every brick and tile remained exactly as it was back then.
Sang Ying was determined to carry on her parents' legacy, to make Settled Frost Peak flourish, and to recruit new disciples to the peak. However, before she could even begin her plan, she was greeted by people from the Discipline Hall.
A few days later, disciples of the Discipline Hall, dressed in black robes, rang the array bell on Settled Frost Peak early in the morning. Upon meeting, they explained their purpose, "Greetings, True Person Sang Ying. We are here on the orders of the Sect Master to take True Person to the Discipline Hall to inquire about some matters."
Sang Ying frowned slightly. "Are you here because of Su Fuyun?"
The two did not give a direct answer, only saying, "You'll know the specifics when the True Person goes to the Discipline Hall."
Sang Ying paused for a moment, then said, "Please wait a moment while I pack my things and then I'll come with you."
The two disciples did not refuse.
For some reason, Sang Ying felt something was off about their attitude. She hadn't planned to take Bai Qinglong 'Sang Ying Storage Bag with her, but halfway there, the Unseen feeling urged her to put the Storage Bag into her bosom.
Sang Ying, who left in a hurry, did not see that the sensing stone she used to contact her parents in the wooden house on Settled Frost Peak suddenly lit up.