You Like Her!

It was still late at night when Qi Yaoji carefully slipped out of the Flowing Light Sword Sect. She had already made an appointment with Fusheng to retrieve Sang Ying's Storage Bag at the foot of the mountain.

Su Fuyun's current body only has the cultivation level of the Golden Core Realm. Although the disguise magic Law Artifact in her hand can temporarily make her appear to have the strength of the Nascent Soul Realm, she has not yet formed her Nascent Soul. Therefore, Fusheng has to help her erase the mark on Sang Ying's Storage Bag first.

However, Qi Yaoji didn't care about any of this, because the thought that what originally belonged to Sang Ying was about to fall into her hands made her extremely happy.

A few days ago, when she returned, Wen Miaoshu and the others gave her a jade pendant. Qi Yaoji thought it was just an ordinary jade pendant, but she didn't expect that there was a spiritual object formed from Sword Qi hidden inside!

Qi Yaoji became somewhat interested in this and was just about to extract some secrets about Sang Ying from the spirit when the spirit recognized her at a glance as not being Sang Ying.

This little spirit was very brave. After noticing that something was wrong with her, it immediately tried to escape and tell everyone the truth.

Qi Yaoji had finally managed to infiltrate the Flowing Light Sword Sect, and she was unwilling to let it all be ruined by a mere spirit creature. She immediately trapped the jade pendant and placed several seals on it, giving it no chance to escape.

Once they gain the favor of the Flowing Light Sword Sect, they will find an opportunity to dispose of the jade pendant.

Qi Yaoji's eyes flickered slightly, and her steps toward the foot of the mountain became even more determined.

Once she gets her hands on Sang Ying's sword, perhaps she can use the opportunity of competing with others to deliberately break it. After all, she hates sword cultivators the most.

She was fast; in the blink of an eye, she disappeared down the path from the Flowing Light Sword Sect. Only after Qi Yaoji had vanished for quite some time did three people quietly emerge.

"Aren't we just going to wait here and catch her red-handed?" Sang Zheng asked.

Jiang Zhuoxue shook her head. "There's no need to catch her red-handed. Isn't the Devil Race trying to use her to get information from us? Then we can also get information about the Devil Race from her."

Sang Zheng and his wife exchanged a glance, quickly suppressing their doubts.

Qi Yaoji had already walked far away, was unaware that her every move was being watched by others. She simply went to the place she had agreed upon with Fusheng.

Sure enough, Fusheng was already there waiting for her.

"You've come at the right time. Hurry up and give me Sang Ying's Storage Bag," Qi Yaoji urged, reaching out her hand.

Upon hearing this, Fusheng took out a high-level Storage Bag from his pocket, but he did not give it to Qi Yaoji immediately as she had instructed.

"You can take the Storage Bag, but you must guarantee that you will return it intact," Fusheng warned.

Qi Yaoji was about to reach out and snatch it, but upon hearing this, she suddenly stopped. "What do you mean by that? This is Sang Ying's Storage Bag, not yours. She's ruined so many of the master's plans; as the master's person, shouldn't you teach her a lesson?"

She crossed her arms, her face full of slyness as if she had discovered a little secret about Fusheng: "You seem to care a lot about Sang Ying. You wouldn't happen to have fallen for her, would you?"

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Fusheng's expression was unusually cold, and even Qi Yaoji felt a chill for a moment when his gaze pierced through the mask.

But she still forced herself to speak, "What, did I hit the nail on the head? I was wondering why you attacked Ten Thousand Daos Born's flying boat for no reason before, and then Sang Ying disappeared. When the people from the Flowing Light Sword Sect came to exchange for Sang Ying, you kept making excuses and refusing to agree. If I hadn't stepped forward, you probably would have kept her hidden forever!"

Speaking of Tibetans, Qi Yaoji suddenly remembered something, a flash of inspiration striking her. "Sang Ying is the female demon Xiao Yao, isn't she?!"

After saying that, she saw the uncontrolled Fusheng as she had hoped.

The next second, the other person's hand was firmly gripping her throat.

"I've already told you, stop talking nonsense." Each word seemed to be squeezed out from between his Fusheng teeth.

Qi Yaoji's Fusheng level was not as high as Fu Sheng's; she only dared to be so presumptuous because she had more influence in front of that "master".

But if Fusheng really attacks her, she still won't be able to escape.

Thinking about all this, Qi Yaoji began to feel afraid.

Fusheng's hand clenched tighter and tighter, a fleeting thought of eliminating the person before him crossed his mind. But even that fleeting thought sent a searing pain through his heart.

He had no choice but to let go, Qi Yaoji, her face flushed, was finally rescued, collapsing to the ground, gasping for breath.

After Qi Yaoji gradually calmed down, Fusheng's burning pain slowly subsided.

This was his master's punishment for him. The other party had been watching their movements, and he was warning himself not to lay a hand on Qi Yaoji, at least not now.

Fusheng withdrew his trembling hand, not letting Qi Yaoji notice his abnormality.

His gaze towards the man on the ground was filled with malice. "Watch your mouth. I don't want to hear those words you shouldn't say a second time."

Fusheng brought the Storage Bag to Qi Yaoji gritted her teeth and took it.

"I can control my mouth, but can you control your heart? Don't wait until you lose your heart and Sang Ying despises you instead," Qi Yaoji said sarcastically in a low voice.

She ignored Fusheng's expression at the end, grabbed the Storage Bag, and turned to leave. Her situation was dire, and she dared not stay outside for too long.

Fusheng, who was left behind, had mixed feelings. He didn't want to admit what Qi Yaoji had said before she left, but a voice inside him seemed to bewitch him, telling him that what she said was true and that he had long harbored strange feelings for Sang Ying.

He took Sang Ying as his apprentice, but his intentions were far from pure; he didn't just want to be her master. His feelings for her had long since become impure.

Fusheng angrily slapped a tree to the side, and the huge tree, which would take several people to encircle, suddenly snapped and fell straight to the ground.

So what if he likes Sang Ying, or he doesn't? In the end, that person can never escape him in this lifetime!

Fusheng easily convinced himself, and he quickly stopped overthinking. Instead, he resolutely strode back to the city lord's mansion. He wouldn't be held back by these superfluous emotions, because that person was already in his grasp!

Qi Yaoji had no idea how much emotional turmoil her few words had caused Fusheng. All she knew was that she had successfully obtained Sang Ying's Storage Bag and was happily on her way back to the sect.

Unbeknownst to Qi Yaoji, who was lost in her smugness, three people she desperately wanted to avoid were waiting for her to stumble into their trap in the dark mountain path.