Let me Touch your Tail

Chapter 118

Yan Zhao stared at her Senior Sister's retreating figure in a daze.

Ren Qingyue had once again appeared like a divine savior, rescuing her from peril in the nick of time.

Her heart raced wildly, filled with the tension of surviving a disaster, mixed with something she couldn't quite identify or take the time to analyze.

Opposite Ren Qingyue, Ling Jiancheng's face was dark with anger.

He glanced at the sword pressed against his neck and curled his lips into a bitter smirk. "Junior Sister Qingyue, you're also a disciple of the Fuyun Sect. How can you still protect this little bastard born of a demon?"

Ren Qingyue's pupils contracted.

Ling Jiancheng had completely dropped his pretense, tearing away the facade of elegance to reveal his true nature.

"Little bastard."

Those words were jarring to her ears.

In her three hundred years living in the Fuyun Sect, Yan Zhao had constantly faced such naked hostility and attacks from fellow disciples, and her initial indifference was itself a form of hurt.

Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain.

It was stronger than the guilt she had felt when seeing Yan Zhao's inability to take care of herself, an emotional surge like a landslide or a tsunami.

Behind them, Ye Yanran was pulling Chen Er away, her face filled with confusion.

Wasn't Yan Zhao a disciple of the Yao Shen Sect? How did she become involved with the Fuyun Sect?

Xuanyuan Mu, meanwhile, looked shocked, his gaze fixed on Ren Qingyue. He had clearly seen the small fox that had leaped and transformed upon landing.

It turned out that the small fox Yan Zhao carried was actually her Senior Sister, but why did it seem like Yan Zhao was unaware?

Everyone had their own thoughts, but the truth was clear.

Xuanyuan Mu signaled to Ye Yanran to retreat with Chen Er.

Ye Yanran didn't insist and said to Xuanyuan Mu, "Be careful."

Xuanyuan Mu nodded. Ye Yanran picked up Chen Er, glanced at Yan Zhao, and then left without hesitation.

Ren Qingyue's face was as cold as frost as she said, "The Fuyun Sect killed my Master and expects me to repay malice with virtue?"

"Ambushing in secret and secretly refining corpse puppets—what you've done is not the conduct of an upright sect. It's just the deeds of insects and vermin. Apart from setting traps and ambushing a helpless child, what else can you do?!"

Ling Jiancheng's eyes darkened, his gaze filled with resentment. "Your Master consorted with demons, disregarding the sect's reputation. She deserved to die! Anyone associated with demons deserves death!! You're as shortsighted and foolish as your Master!"

Ren Qingyue, enraged, suddenly lost the desire to argue with Ling Jiancheng.

A mad dog barking and ignoring reason wasn't worth her time.

She simply said, "Incomprehensible!"

With that, she flicked the tip of her sword, slicing open Ling Jiancheng's throat.

A deep, bone-revealing wound appeared on Ling Jiancheng's neck. He took two steps back and collapsed with a thud.

Ren Qingyue kept an eye on his soul. As soon as his soul left his body, she would immediately hunt it down.