I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 90

Thousands of demons poured out like a tide, and within a night, the cultivation world was turned upside down, leaving everyone on edge.

Chu Ming wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, looking somewhat flustered. He hadn't had a good night's sleep in days. Since the demons had launched their sudden attack from an unknown source, he had been leading the Qing Yu disciples around to provide aid, trying his best to prevent innocent civilians from suffering.

Not only the Qing Yu disciples but all the major sects were responding to this unexpected disaster. As a leading figure among the younger disciples, Chu Ming felt exhausted. Just as he managed to catch a moment's respite, he overheard a fellow disciple, who had also just come from a fierce battle, express concern, "...Why hasn't there been any news from Yun Zhong Jun? These demons are so aggressive; she may be in danger."

Chu Ming froze, placing the water bottle he had raised to his lips back down, lost in thought.

He was the only one in all of Qing Yu who knew that Yun Duan and Shang Can were in Yun Cheng. He had intended to let the two of them rest for a while, which was why he hadn't reported their whereabouts. But now, with the impending battle, he couldn't help but worry about their safety.

Were they still in Yun Cheng? Had they encountered any dangers? Shang Can's eyes hadn't fully healed; even if she had the skills, she couldn't utilize them. Fortunately, she was with her junior sister Yun Duan, who would definitely ensure her safety. However, the fact that the rare Immortal Body was so coveted made him hope they wouldn't be exploited amidst the chaos.

As these thoughts raced through his mind, anxiety began to grip him, and he felt an urge to go meet up with the two of them. But for some reason, he seemed unusually busy today. No sooner had he sat down than he heard urgent news from a Qing Yu disciple about a village in the north being attacked. He had no choice but to rise with his sword and head toward that location.

On the way, Chu Ming surveyed the surrounding cultivators and remarked in confusion, "...Why does it feel like there are so many fewer people? It seems like there are hardly any besides us from Qing Yu."

"Indeed..." A young disciple nervously scanned the crowd and whispered, "The deputy sect master of Tianwai Tian hurriedly left this morning with quite a few people, saying they had urgent matters to attend to. But they didn't take us along, nor did they tell us what it was about... I find it a bit suspicious."

Chu Ming's heart skipped a beat, feeling a mix of frustration and an inexplicable unease. Just as he was about to dig deeper into Tianwai Tian's whereabouts, his peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of something white gracefully soaring toward him from the sky.

He immediately turned his head and stared for a moment before exclaiming in delight, "It's a paper crane!"

Before the young disciple could react, Yushan Jun stepped forward, a blend of surprise and joy on his face, and carefully caught the paper crane with outstretched hands. After a quick glance, his eyes squinted with a smile.

It was Shang Can's handiwork.

Yun Duan's paper cranes were always neatly folded, with crisp lines, making dozens look nearly identical. But the founder, Shang Can, wasn't so meticulous; some had long wings, others had flattened beaks, and each one looked a bit different.

He hadn't expected to receive a spirit-calling paper crane from Shang Can after all these years, which evoked a bittersweet nostalgia. Realizing he was still in front of his juniors, Chu Ming quickly gathered his emotions and gently touched the paper crane to hear Shang Can's message.