Transmigrated into a Waste Who Married the Villain.

Chapter 86: A Kiss Under the Tree

Five days later, Wuhui Sect had largely returned to normal. The injured disciples were waking up one after another, and the sacrificial offering had come to a hasty conclusion. Whenever the elders inquired about the whereabouts of the Divine Soul Lamp, Luo Jinxiao managed to cover it up with claims that it had gotten lost.

It was entirely reasonable for an artifact to be misplaced in such chaotic circumstances. Besides expressing their regret, no one pressed the matter further.

With the sect temporarily safe, Luo Jinxiao and Qu Weiyin set out. As they left, many disciples came to see them off, including Elder He, who held Qu Weiyin’s hand with tears glistening in his eyes for quite a while, urging her to return safely to the sect.

“Senior Sister Luo, be careful on your journey!” Ke Tao called out, waving a handkerchief.

Luo Jinxiao felt helpless and waved her hand in return before following Qu Weiyin down the mountain. Once they were out of the crowd's sight, she turned and smiled at Qu Weiyin. “Don’t you think that after this incident, Wuhui Sect seems to have become more united?”

“It appears that goodwill can indeed exchange goodwill,” Qu Weiyin replied, stepping slightly into the shadow cast by Luo Jinxiao. Ever since entering the demon path, she had developed a sensitivity to light.

Luo Jinxiao instinctively held her hand up to shield her from the sunlight. “So, the place you mentioned—it's in the Demon Realm?”

“Yes, deep within Tianshan Mountain, there's a clear pool said to be formed by the convergence of spiritual energy from heaven and earth. I hope it will be effective.”

“Then we can enjoy the journey and explore the sights along the way!” Luo Jinxiao said, already lost in her daydreams.

Qu Weiyin was about to respond when another voice interrupted them. “The sun is particularly fierce today. Are you planning to walk all the way down the mountain?”

“We can fly on our swords now,” Luo Jinxiao instinctively replied but quickly realized her slip. She turned to meet Yan Ying's gaze, who was dressed in bright red and green, adorned with several golden hairpins, looking as if she were heading out for a spring outing.

“What are you doing here?” Luo Jinxiao exclaimed in surprise.

“I don’t want to walk with you guys. If it weren't for your sister insisting on tagging along, I would be sound asleep in the guest quarters by now,” Yan Ying said, rolling her eyes as she strode past them confidently, taking the lead.

Beside them, Luo Ning walked with her eyes downcast, showing signs of guilt but not saying a word.

“Wait, you guys…” Luo Jinxiao began, but was interrupted as Qu Weiyin pulled her back, shaking her head silently.

“It’s nothing. There shouldn’t be any danger on this journey, so let them tag along,” Qu Weiyin said.

Since Qu Weiyin said so, Luo Jinxiao didn’t press the issue further. She pouted helplessly, realizing why she hadn’t seen them earlier—they had secretly followed.

The group traversed along the river, heading southwest, riding their swords. As summer approached, the rains increased, causing the currents to quicken. They occasionally saw white waves crashing against the bends of the river, with willows lining the banks, their lush greenery shrouded in mist, half hidden by smoke and rain.

As they descended downstream, the riverbed widened, revealing houses along the banks. There were white-walled, blue-tiled residences. In this Jiangnan region, people lived in proximity to nature, and Luo Jinxiao noticed the streets bustling with activity. Suggesting they explore, she felt compelled to see more.