Collecting a Debt

"Sigh, do you think we can ever find Senior Sister Sang Ying again?"

In the sword-fighting arena of the Flowing Light Sword Sect, a murmur suddenly arose from the crowd.

This question acted like a fuse, instantly igniting a heated debate among the crowd.

"That forbidden area in the back mountain is no good place. Senior Sister Sang Ying has been down there for over a month now, and even though Elder Sang and the others have gone down to search several times, they haven't found anything. I think she's probably in grave danger." Someone quickly replied.

His answer was accepted by most of the people present, after all, so much time had passed that they did not believe Sang Ying could still be alive.

Hearing the murmurs of the crowd, a female cultivator suddenly stood up. "How can you talk like that? Can't you at least hope for something good? Besides, you should all call her Martial Aunt Sang Ying! Have you no manners at all!"

The female cultivator clearly had a straightforward personality; after being rebuked like that, the others immediately shut up.

Only the one who had asked the question at the beginning Qi Ingestion, "Song Jiaojiao, let's talk. What are you doing getting involved? You're so protective of Aunt Sang Ying, but she hasn't even remembered you!"

Although the person who retorted was not entirely Qi Ingestion, she obediently changed her form of address, since she knew that the two people from the Flowing Light Sword Sect Settled Frost Peak.

As for the sect leader, he has long been sidelined by Elder Sang Zheng. It is said that he is only alive now because he has not yet found his martial uncle Sang Ying. If something really happens to Sang Ying's master, the sect leader will probably lose his life.

The female cultivator named Song Jiaojiao was completely unfazed by the other party's mockery, and even retorted, "I am Martial Aunt Sang Ying. It doesn't matter if the other party doesn't recognize me. Unlike you, you fawn over your Martial Aunt when she's successful, and then you're the first to rush to curse her when she's framed!"

Song Jiaojiao's words were so offensive they practically ripped the skin off many people present.

After all, when Sang Ying was framed, they made many sarcastic remarks about Sang Ying in order to curry favor with Su Fuyun and the sect leader. But just a few days later, Elder Sang Zheng returned, and the situation of the Flowing Light Sword Sect was instantly reversed.

Furthermore, Su Fuyun's hasty defection to Fan Nanjun was a slap in the face for these disciples who held Gu Huaiwei and his master in the highest esteem.

The one they trusted and worshipped betrayed them. On the contrary, the one they despised was the truly innocent one.

After such a shock, no one was in a good mood.

Moreover, news of their Flowing Light Sword Sect quickly spread. The once-leading righteous sect had now become a "devil's den" in the eyes of outsiders. All of this was thanks to Su Fuyun!

Seeing that everyone had lowered their heads and remained silent, even the one who had been the most arrogant at the beginning had fallen silent.

Song Jiaojiao raised her chin smugly. "I told you long ago that Aunt Sang Ying is better than that Su Fuyun, but you wouldn't believe me back then. Now you finally see her for who she is?"

Instantly, everyone lowered their heads even further.

Song Jiaojiao was about to speak again, but was stopped by the male cultivator beside her.

Although the male cultivator was also angry that his fellow disciples were unable to distinguish right from wrong, seeing their dejected appearance, he couldn't say anything harsh. He could only advise them, "From now on, you should be more careful and not believe everything others say. When Martial Aunt Sang Ying returns, you should apologize to her properly."

Whether or not she accepts it is up to Sang Ying.

Sang Ying exhaled a breath of stale air, circulated her Spiritual Power throughout her body, and only after confirming that her cultivation had been consolidated did she slowly detach herself from her cultivation.

As soon as she opened her eyes, Gu Shu exclaimed happily, "That Jiang fellow was right after all! Your cultivation is indeed much faster than before. In just a few days, you've already progressed from the Qi Refining Realm all the way to the Foundation Establishment Late Stage!"

Sang Ying stretched her wrists and followed Gu Shu's words, saying, "After all, I've already cultivated once, so this is just following the same old path again, which is naturally easier. However, I have a feeling that I'll probably have to Core Formation again soon."

Upon hearing this, Gu Shu was even more delighted. "That's great! Once you've formed your Golden Core, we'll storm out, tie up Su Fuyun, shatter her Golden Core, and throw her in here! Let her taste the suffering you've endured!"

Sang Ying shook her head with a chuckle, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

She turned and went to the kitchen, where she skinned and deboned the Devil Beast meat that Gu Shu had hunted, and threw it into the array she had modified.

A burst of white light suddenly shone on the inconspicuous little array. A moment later, the previously foul-smelling Devil Beast meat was completely devoid of Demonic Qi, instead emitting a faint fragrance.

"Tsk, if you were to sell these ingenious ideas, you could probably fetch a high price. Isn't it a bit of a waste to use them for cooking?" Gu Shu couldn't stand that Sang Ying was using such a high-level array as the Spirit Stone Cloth just to dispel the Demonic Qi in the Devil Beast meat.

Although the food tastes better this way, he still can't eat it!

In the end, didn't it all benefit Jiang Zhuoxue and that vine?

Having known Gu Shu for so long, Sang Ying naturally understood his temperament and guessed why he would say that.

Although she really wanted to feed Gu Shu was still just a wisp of Sword Qi, without any physical form.

Sang Ying had no choice but to coax him, "How about this? If there's a chance in the future, I'll definitely find someone to help you forge a suitable body so you don't have to live inside the sword all the time. What do you say?"

Upon hearing Sang Ying's words, the sword tip, which had been dragging on the ground, immediately began to do a somersault with excitement.

"Well, since you've asked so sincerely, I'll reluctantly agree!"

Sang Ying remained silent, pretending not to see the sword flying wildly behind her.

After the meal was prepared, Sang Ying tapped the side of the pot with a spatula. In just a few breaths, black vines appeared in front of the kitchen window, eagerly snatching away their share.

Before leaving, the vine even nuzzled Sang Ying's hand affectionately, completely unlike its wicked owner.

However, Jiang Zhuoxue, who was described as "full of bad intentions," was unaware of all this. He was happily enjoying the food he had snatched from the mouth of his own vine.

Even though the vines were throwing a tantrum, their heartless owner didn't care at all. He even listened with interest to the noises the vines were making, and the food he had snatched from his mouth seemed even more delicious.

"I really want to see what that little cultivator looks like. After all, he's bold enough to use Shared Fate Gu me." At this point, Jiang Zhuoxue suddenly seemed to remember something, "Oh right, it seems my eyes are still 'residing' in someone else's body. I wonder if they still remember me..."

The vines were still quite angry and had no intention of paying any attention to their owner.

Jiang Zhuoxue could only continue talking to herself, "Why not take this opportunity to go out and collect a debt? It would also be a good chance to take that little cultivator with me and wander around."

He quickly made up his mind.