“Yushenzong?”
Shen Qingyi looked extremely curious.
“That’s right, Yushenzong!”
“Unlike our Qin Shui Sword Sect, Yushenzong cultivates the Six Desires of cultivators: desire for beauty, desire for sound, desire for taste, desire for scent, desire for touch, and desire for thought.”
“Although we’re not entirely sure, Evil Thought should also stem from human desires. Yushenzong must have a way to deal with it. It’s said that the current sect master of Yushenzong, building upon the teachings of predecessors, created a new sword path called the Sword of Six Desires. Using the Six Desires as sword intent, it should be able to sever Evil Thought!”
Qiu Zimei said this.
Shen Qingyi couldn’t help but fall into deep thought.
Yushenzong was definitely a sect of the human race, no doubt about that.
Never mind whether Yushenzong could actually resolve the Evil Thought—just the fact that Su Qiulian was the Demon Emperor made it hard for her to bring Su Qiulian along!
Who knew, maybe she would even be accused of being a lackey of the Demon Clan and get captured!
But at this point, there were no other options.
She could only give it a try.
If all else failed, she’d risk everything for the Demon Emperor and personally deal with her Evil Thought!
“Sigh, for now, this is all we can do.”
Shen Qingyi let out a sigh, and at the same time, remembered that Sword Sovereign who could show up at any moment, causing her head to ache even more.
They really needed to leave soon.
Otherwise, with Su Qiulian in her current state, if she ran into that Sword Sovereign, she might get beaten so badly she wouldn’t even know which way was up.
Speaking of which, between those two, who was actually stronger?
Shen Qingyi really wanted to ask, but she knew if she dared to say it out loud, Su Qiulian would probably pin her to the bed and show her who was stronger.
As she thought about this, Shen Qingyi couldn’t help but recall the feeling of Su Qiulian invading her earlier.
Her face instantly flushed red, and her body trembled slightly.
Damn it, that scene from when she was bullied just now kept resurfacing.
Seriously, why was she always the one being bullied?
Couldn’t she be on top for once?
And over on Bai Luoshuang’s side, being ruthlessly pressed by the sword hilt and all—that was just too terrifying!
With these thoughts, her legs even felt a little weak.
Supporting herself against the doorframe, she lifted her head and addressed Qiu Zimei and Qiu Ziling, saying, “Thank you both for telling me all this. If you ever need anything in the future, you can come find me.”
As soon as she said this, Qiu Ziling burst out laughing.
“Shen Immortal Doctor, you’re joking! This is hardly a big favor at all. Besides, who knows when you’ll return? My brother and I still need to cultivate at Qin Shui Sword Sect and might not get many chances to see you, but…”
At this point, Qiu Ziling glanced at Su Qiulian on Shen Qingyi’s neck, a trace of struggle flashing in her eyes, but in the end she didn’t voice her thoughts.
Together with Qiu Zimei, she saluted Su Qiulian one last time, and they made their final farewell.
“Goodbye, Shen Immortal Doctor! I already consider you a friend! I hope you feel the same!”
Qiu Ziling and Qiu Zimei, standing atop their flying swords, called out to Shen Qingyi one last time from the sky.
Then the two of them soared off toward the horizon, farther and farther away, until Hao Ren Town was out of sight.
Only then did Qiu Ziling mutter, “Who would’ve thought Miss Shen was already taken—and by a great fox demon, no less. Truly enviable, sigh…”
As she said this, Qiu Zimei seemed to only then realize it, exclaiming in surprise, “What did you say? So that senior and Shen Immortal Doctor are actually in that kind of relationship?”
Qiu Ziling didn’t say anything, but nodded.
Then she heard a sharp popping sound from beside her.
“If I’d known earlier, I would’ve sketched a portrait of them! Is it too late if we go back now?”
“Dong!”
A large bump rose on Qiu Zimei’s head.
***
Tianyi Sword Sect, inside the Sect Leader Palace, Jun Ziyi sat on a meditation cushion, listening to Bai Luoshuang recount the Demon Clan’s various trump cards.
She couldn’t help but click her tongue in amazement.
“I really don’t get it. How does Sword Sovereign know all these top secrets of the Demon Clan? Are they really all accurate?”
Hearing Jun Ziyi’s question, Bai Luoshuang gazed thoughtfully at the tea leaves in her cup.
“Maybe not all of them, but most of what I said is true.”
After all, in her previous life, the Great Human-Demon War hadn’t fully played out.
Neither side had gone all out.
She had lost Shen Qingyi first, and, devastated, was suddenly sent back to her original point in time.
As for the reason, she wasn’t quite sure herself.
Speaking of which, she had been back for so long, but still hadn’t gone to see Xiao Yi.
She wondered how she was doing now.
Recalling their first meeting in her previous life—Shen Qingyi sitting in the teahouse, chatting with the Storyteller—Bai Luoshuang couldn’t help but feel nostalgic.
At that time, she had left seclusion and decided on a whim to wander the mortal world.
That trip led her to the person a sword cultivator on the Path of Ruthlessness could never forget.
Who would’ve thought that love at first sight could happen to a sword cultivator who had been practicing the Path of Ruthlessness for over a hundred years?
But that’s exactly what happened last time.
Sudden and fierce.
Meeting her in the teahouse, falling in love at first sight, wandering the world together, confessing, bringing her back to the sect…
These scenes from her past life flashed through her mind one by one, leaving her staring dazedly at her teacup, the corners of her lips unconsciously curling up.
Right now, Xiao Yi was probably still in Hao Ren Town’s teahouse, listening quietly to stories, sitting there like a little obedient child, except when she’d debate with the Storyteller at first, getting all animated.
“Hey, old man!”
“You say Sword Sovereign can split mountains and seas with one sword? I don’t buy it! Yesterday you said Sword Sovereign could only split rivers and topple forests. Why do you exaggerate more and more each day?!”
Inside the teahouse, Shen Qingyi blocked the departing Storyteller and asked.
“Aiya, Miss Shen, if I didn’t embellish things a bit, what would be the fun in storytelling? After all, we’re all just ordinary folks. What would I know of how Sword Sovereign fights? I only repeat what others tell me, and after all that, a bit of exaggeration is all I can add. Storytelling without some flair would be too stingy, don’t you think?!”
“Is that so? Then have you heard any other stories about Sword Sovereign?”
“Miss Shen wants to know?”
“Of course! Why wouldn’t I?”
“Hehe, then let me tell you.”
The Storyteller suddenly raised his brows, as if recalling something interesting, and said mysteriously, “They say, though Sword Sovereign cultivates the Path of Ruthlessness, there is a prophecy that the most ruthless person in the world will have their heart troubled by mortal love, lose their Dao heart, and never again be able to draw their sword. Only by meeting their destined person and spending a passionate night together can the heart shine anew, and their cultivation rise to a higher level! Miss Shen, why don’t you guess—who could this destined person be?”
“Who is it?”
Shen Qingyi’s curiosity was thoroughly piqued by the Storyteller, but she didn’t notice that behind her, an extraordinarily beautiful person was quietly watching her back.
Just then, the Storyteller continued, “Far away at the horizon, yet right before your eyes, Miss Shen! Hahahaha!”
The Storyteller laughed and walked out of the teahouse, leaving Shen Qingyi standing there, completely baffled.
At that time, she had no idea that the Storyteller’s playful words would one day come true.
The only difference was, the highest Sword Sovereign on the Path of Ruthlessness really did meet her destined person, lost her Dao heart for love, and after finally holding hands with her beloved, ended up… with the sword hilt… well…
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