I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 93

The name of Canzhe resounded once again throughout the cultivation world.

During the chaotic battle against the Ghost Clan, almost everyone had heard about the events that unfolded: the one who pretended to be a demonic cultivator, Canzhe, was actually from the demon clan. One day, her demon nature erupted, opening a pathway between the cultivation world and the ghost realm, and she managed to escape during the encirclement by numerous cultivators.

Although all the major sects issued bounty notices for Canzhe, the threat posed by the Ghost Clan had not been eliminated, and in a short time, they couldn't spare enough manpower to search for the elusive Canzhe. The ambush that ended in a disastrous defeat became a hot topic among people, and Canzhe's power and terror were deeply imprinted in the hearts of the cultivators, giving rise to countless strange rumors. Some said that the face beneath that white jade mask was ugly like a demon, while others claimed that Canzhe was actually a man, and there were even those who swore they had seen flames burning in her eyes.

The next day, Yun Duan arrived at Biluohuangquan.

She hadn't slept a wink. After retrieving Fei Wang, she flew over on her sword without stopping. Upon reaching the entrance of Biluohuangquan, she had just landed when a Night Crow flew out from the entrance. The crow paused for a moment when it saw her, then suddenly exclaimed with joy, "Yun Zhongjun! It's Yun Zhongjun who has come!"

Once she realized the reason for the Night Crow's delight at seeing her, Yun Duan's heart sank. The crow hurriedly flew over and urgently asked, "Yun Zhongjun, do you know where Lord Canzhe has gone?"

Originally, she had thought that Shang Can might return to Biluohuangquan after her transformation, but Yun Duan couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed. Lowering her head to avoid being noticed, she shook her head and replied, "...I don't know."

The Night Crow's disappointment and agitation were even more evident than hers, its wings fluttering irregularly as it nearly fell to the ground but still managed to force a disheartened greeting. "...It's alright. I'll go find her right away. Don't worry too much, Yun Zhongjun—having come such a long way, you should rest first. Follow me."

"But... things might be a bit chaotic in Biluohuangquan now," the Night Crow said, appearing dejected. It forced itself to be cheerful and said, "Don't mind it too much. Just go meet Lord Yaoshang."

Yun Duan nodded and followed it into Biluohuangquan, heading towards the Yaoshang Hall. The journey wasn't very long, but it was easy to tell what the Night Crow meant by "chaotic." The last time she had visited Biluohuangquan, although it was night, the city had a lively atmosphere rivaling that of Yanyang. But now, despite the street decorations remaining largely unchanged, Yun Duan could feel the atmosphere was vastly different; the demon clansmen on the streets had lost their smiles, and the entire Biluohuangquan seemed to exude a heavy tension.

She remained silent, quietly following the Night Crow. The Night Crow stopped in front of the Yaoshang Hall, bowed to her, and took its leave. Yun Duan scanned the guards around the hall; there had been only two the last time she came, but now there were eight, each looking solemn, casting inquiring glances at her, yet they ultimately did not stop her.

Wanshao was sitting in the only seat within the Yaoshang Hall, and the vast hall felt empty with just her presence. When Yun Duan entered, she was in a fit of anger, seemingly mistaking Yun Duan for someone else. Without looking, she slammed the inkstone to the ground and shouted, "If you dare to say another word, I will—"

Only halfway through her words did she realize the visitor was Yun Duan. Her face lit up with joy, and she stood up, but soon froze, her expression softening, a hint of guilt appearing in her exquisite brows and eyes.