The secret passage twisted and turned, resembling an underground palace. Luo Jinxiao felt like a headless fly as she stumbled around, completely unaware of how she managed to escape. All she knew was that when she finally saw the light of day, a pale hand reached down and gently, yet firmly, pulled her up from the ground.
She strained her eyes, trying to discern the identity of her rescuer, but everything before her remained hazy. The figure appeared to be clad in pure white, their hair an ash-gray shade.
Despite their physique, they didn’t seem particularly old.
Luo Jinxiao grasped the person’s wrist tightly and implored, “Please, help me find Qu Weiyin.”
The individual hesitated for a moment and softly asked, “Qu Weiyin? Who is she?”
Their voice was ethereal and melodic, akin to the sound of celestial music.
Luo Jinxiao couldn’t tell if the figure was genuinely unaware or if they were deliberately pretending. Unfortunately, the pain in her heart intensified, the blood mist enveloping her as she stumbled and collapsed.
After that, she completely lost consciousness.
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A day later, at Bai Yu Terrace.
The amplified voices of two disciples echoed through the clouds, startling the entire No Regrets Sect.
Numerous disciples gathered at Bai Yu Terrace, confusion painted across their faces as they were unsure of the situation, and soon the elders who were deliberating in No Regrets Palace rushed over.
Elder He hurried through the crowd, pushing aside the onlookers as he barked, “What are you all doing here!”
Reaching the center, he spotted two disciples in white standing there. His expression shifted to one of shock as he furrowed his brows, “Huai Shan, Huai Yu, what are you two doing?”
The male and female disciples exchanged glances, suddenly lifting their robe corners and kneeling in unison. The male disciple's eyes were teary, filled with terror as he trembled and stammered, “Ma—Master, ever since we returned from the Demon Realm, we’ve been hesitant and didn’t dare to speak. But now, we cannot hide it any longer!”
“Hide something? What are you hiding? I’m completely confused!” Elder He stroked his beard and turned to the other elders who had arrived with him, including Elder Mei.
“Elder He, allow him to speak,” Elder Mei replied, her expression stern as she raised her chin.
Upon hearing this, the male disciple became even more distraught, tears streaming down his cheeks. He glanced at the female disciple, gritting his teeth and continuing, “A few days ago, my sister Huai Yu, along with other fellow disciples, went to exorcise demons. We were unfortunately captured by those monsters and imprisoned in a high tower in the Demon Realm.”
“Later, everyone heard that it was Master Uncle Qu who entered the Demon Realm and rescued us,” he added.
“Of course, we are all aware of this. Once Qu Weiyin returns, we will reward her accordingly. There’s no need for such commotion,” Elder He said, perplexed.
“But when we were rescued, we witnessed with our own eyes that Master Uncle Qu radiated the same demonic energy as those monsters,” the male disciple asserted.
As these words fell, it was as if a bomb had exploded; the crowd erupted in chaos.
Chang Siyu pushed through the group, raising his sword and shouting, “Don’t say such nonsense! Master Uncle Qu has been raised in No Regrets Sect since childhood—how could she carry demonic energy!”
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Transmigrated into a Waste Who Married the Villain.
Fantasy(MTL)#2 穿成娶了反派的废物 Author: Qiqian Zhexie (七千折戏) Synopsis Luo Jinxiao, recently hailed as a prodigy in the world of cultivation, met her demise during a battle against the Demon Sect. Upon awakening, she found herself transported back two thousand yea...
