She hadn’t expected to see Luo Ying from Gujian Sect – alive, not in a portrait.

In her previous life, there were two beauties extremely famous in the cultivation world. They weren’t from the same era, yet both were equally renowned. When their names were mentioned, almost no one in the world didn’t know them. One had a heroic reputation spread far and wide, the other was notorious.

One died, yet lived on in many people’s hearts.

One lived, while countless people wished her dead.

Seeing the living Luo Ying at this moment, Su Zhuyi was slightly shocked, but she had no chance to feel sentimental. She suddenly felt the ground beneath her feet give way as the earth instantly split open, and she fell directly into a crack several feet wide. Su Zhuyi enlarged the hoe in her hand and struck it at the edge of the crack, but the soil the hoe touched instantly crumbled and slid away. The ground continued to split rapidly, and she couldn’t find any point of leverage.

At this critical moment, several sword lights flashed down from above. The brilliant sword light fell beneath her feet, bringing piercing cold that froze into frost, forming stairs like white frost. Su Zhuyi’s toes touched the sword frost, borrowed the force of those stairs to cushion herself, and her body bounced upward. Not only did this ease her falling momentum, but she also bounced up and flew upward. Overjoyed, Su Zhuyi swung her natal hoe again and hooked it onto a fallen tree that happened to be wedged in the gap. She grabbed the hoe handle and swung left and right, using that momentum to fly out of the ground fissure.

However, just as she flew out, a long howl suddenly came from deep underground. The sound was sharp and piercing, shaking Su Zhuyi until she was dizzy and disoriented. It was as if a fire followed that howl up from underground, and the heat wave swept over, instantly evaporating all the spiritual energy in her body.

Her body began falling uncontrollably again.

Not only her, but she even saw the white-robed Luo Ying fall from the sky.

It was like the only full moon in the dark night falling from the sky, sinking into the deep sea, after which all light was lost and everything fell silent.

Su Zhuyi didn’t know where she would fall. In that instant, many scenes flashed through her mind – people and events from deep in her memory that had long been covered in dust, like a hand wiping across a mirror covered in dirt, carefully cleaning it to gradually reveal its original appearance.

When Luo Ying died, she was still small, still begging for food in Changning Village, fighting wild dogs for scraps, digging tree bark to fill her stomach. She had never seen Luo Ying and didn’t know when Luo Ying died, but after growing up, she had heard many stories about Luo Ying and knew that when she died, the spring flowers had just bloomed.

One year after her death, the Feihong Sect was destroyed by Qinghe.

The destruction of the Feihong Sect was only the beginning. Over the following hundred years, who knows how many sects her disciple Qinghe destroyed, and the people he killed were countless.

Now, Su Zhuyi had not only encountered Feihong Sect, but she had also seen Luo Ying. She had come out at the end of February, been delayed in Seven Maidens Mountain for over half a month, and now it was March. The spring flowers were probably blooming too…

With so many conditions coming together, Su Zhuyi would be stupid if she still couldn’t understand.

In this disturbance at Qilian Mountain, Luo Ying died.

She had died here in her previous life, died in Qilian Mountain, and her death was related to Feihong Sect disciples, which was why her disciple Qinghe’s first destroyed sect was Feihong Sect! Was Qinghe avenging Luo Ying?

What exactly was sealed beneath Qilian Mountain that even Luo Ying would die here? You must know that the strength displayed by those few sword qi strikes from Luo Ying just now was not weaker than Qin Jianglan’s a thousand years later. Her sword qi had already materialized and could form ice-frost stairs in the air that could be stepped on. This level of Sword Dao mastery was almost equal to Qin Jianglan at his peak.

But such a formidable Luo Ying had fallen in Qilian Mountain, and the truth of the matter was covered up, making it so that others in later generations didn’t know at all what secrets were hidden in Qilian Mountain.

With a “clang,” Su Zhuyi crashed into something hard. Her back was hit with burning pain, but this impact cushioned her falling momentum. She barely stabilized herself, carefully swept the ground with her divine sense, then twisted her body, forcefully glided a distance in the air, and finally fell into the bone-chillingly cold underground water.

With a “splash,” Su Zhuyi heavily plunged into the water. She desperately kicked upward with both legs, soon surfaced, then swam toward the shore. After climbing onto the bank, she finally caught her breath slightly. Not far away was the corpse of a Feihong Sect disciple. That person’s spiritual energy had also been burned dry from above, and without spiritual energy, he couldn’t fly or protect himself, resulting in his skull being split open and dying instantly. Su Zhuyi struggled to walk to the corpse and carefully searched the body, finding a storage pouch on it.

With the owner dead, the storage pouch had no restrictions, so she directly opened it to check, finding a middle-grade spirit stone and a small half-bottle of pills. Though quite poor, having something was better than nothing. When she fell from above just now, her bundle had also been dropped, so the tree roots inside that could be used to replenish spiritual energy were naturally gone. This small bottle of spiritual energy pills solved her urgent need.

Taking out a pill and swallowing it, Su Zhuyi sat beside the mangled corpse and quickly treated her injuries. After recovering slightly, she began to survey her surroundings.

The area around was pitch black, with her vision only extending about three feet. When she had just sent out a bit of divine sense to probe, that wisp of divine sense had barely extended when it was as if a long howl exploded in her mind, shaking Su Zhuyi until she was dizzy and her ears began bleeding.

She didn’t dare use divine sense again and could only widen her eyes to carefully search the surroundings.

The ground beneath her feet was very smooth. Though there was an underground river right ahead, the ground she stood on was completely bare without even a bit of moss growing. Su Zhuyi curiously crouched down and reached out to touch the ground, discovering it was somewhat hot, as if being roasted by fire. Yet the river water beside it was ice-cold and piercing. What could be the reason for such cold and heat to combine without producing even a bit of mist?

Su Zhuyi turned several circles in place without seeing any formations. Waiting in place for death wasn’t Su Zhuyi’s way of survival, so after brief consideration, she decided to walk forward following the direction of the underground river’s flow.

Su Zhuyi walked along the direction of the water flow. After walking about a li, she saw light ahead. Following the light, Su Zhuyi saw several people.

Feihong Sect disciples had lit a campfire with over ten disciples gathered around the fire, and the atmosphere was somewhat gloomy.

Luo Ying sat alone to one side. Her white robe was stained with blood, clearly injured. She was currently closing her eyes, her flying sword stuck in front of her had frozen into an ice pillar, and the area around her was covered with a layer of frost, with ice and frost covering a circle with her as the center.

Looking at her condition, it seemed her Sword Dao was damaged. This made her sword qi uncontrollable, affecting the entire surrounding area. This was probably why the Feihong Sect disciples didn’t dare approach Luo Ying. Otherwise, given Luo Ying’s status and position, those Feihong Sect disciples would be surrounding Luo Ying instead of the fire.

Should she go join them, or venture forth alone?

If this were the Heart-Eating Demoness Su Zhuyi from her previous life, she definitely wouldn’t stay with a group of Righteous Path cultivators, especially peak figures of the Righteous Path. However, now she was just a child, a little girl who had just entered the cultivation world with only Qi Refining strength. There should be no problem staying with them, right?

Su Zhuyi walked forward a few more steps. Her appearance caught the attention of the Feihong Sect disciples, and one female cultivator asked, “Who are you? How did you get here?”

This female cultivator’s voice sounded somewhat familiar, but Su Zhuyi couldn’t remember where she had heard it.

“I was originally trying to cross Qilian Mountain to seek a master and learn the arts, but while crossing the mountain, it suddenly split open, and I fell through a crack.” Su Zhuyi didn’t hide anything and asked timidly, “Immortal Masters, where is this? Can we still get out?”

As her words fell, before the questioning cultivator could answer, someone lying in a corner by the fire struggled to sit up. When he saw Su Zhuyi, his eyes lit up and he said with delight, “Little Master, you’re here too!”

He was injured with broken arms and legs. Because he moved too vigorously when sitting up, he grimaced and sucked in several breaths of cold air from the pain, then said in a muffled voice, “Little Master, why did you leave without saying goodbye!”

It was the steamed bun boy from Changning Village! What was his name? Oh, right, Qin Chuan!

The instant Qin Chuan called her Little Master, the way the Feihong Sect cultivators looked at her became less innocent. She could feel the scrutinizing gazes of several cultivators and faint hostility. Su Zhuyi immediately understood that what she had done in Changning Village might have revealed some clues that had been discovered by the Feihong Sect disciples.

Damn little Triple Yang.

Just like that big Triple Yang Qin Jianglan, specifically meant to counter her.

The Feihong Sect cultivators carefully examined Su Zhuyi, and several cultivators’ expressions changed slightly. The facial features of the little monk carved by the villagers weren’t very clear. If Qin Chuan hadn’t brought it up, they wouldn’t have thought the girl before them was that little monk.

“You’re that Little Master, a remnant of the Demonic Path. Who is your master?” The female cultivator who had asked earlier snorted coldly. “A girl, yet claiming to be a monk, deceiving villagers into making a golden statue for you, putting soul-losing curses in well water. Though young, your thoughts are so vicious!”

“Senior Sister Liu Zhen, there must be some misunderstanding. Little Master saved people from our village. Back when Old Lady Lu turned into a zombie…” Qin Chuan hurriedly explained. He couldn’t believe that the innocent Little Master would harm people. The scene of her covered in blood, fighting Old Lady Lu, was still firmly imprinted in his mind. Qin Chuan couldn’t believe she would do evil.

“It’s very difficult for mortals to turn into zombies. Perhaps the zombie you mentioned was raised by her.” Liu Zhen looked at Qin Chuan and said, “Junior Brother, you don’t know how sinister people’s hearts can be. Even if these Demonic Path cultivators are young, their thoughts are extremely vicious. Since she calls herself Wuxin, perhaps she’s a descendant of that extremely evil demon Ji Wuxin from over five thousand years ago.”

Speaking of this, Liu Zhen continued urgently, “That’s right, Ji Wuxin was skilled at controlling corpses!”

Saying this, Liu Zhen felt even more certain her guess was close to the truth. Her magic treasure was a string of bells worn on her hand. She directly raised her hand and began shaking them, saying while shaking the bells, “Did you scheme to harm us and bring us here? What are your intentions?”

Su Zhuyi finally remembered where she had heard Liu Zhen’s voice.

Wasn’t she the one who had discovered the Treasure-Seeking Mouse and then chased after it to trigger the seal, causing the mountain collapse and earth splitting?

Damn it, it was you, you idiot, who caused everyone to end up like this, and you still dare to talk nonsense here!

If this were her from before, she would have raised her hand and torn this idiot’s mouth apart! However, now she could only look confused and say, “Sister, what are you saying? I don’t understand.”

“Pretending to be crazy and stupid!” Because her internal spiritual energy was depleted, Liu Zhen found that shaking the sound bells in her hand had no power, so she lowered her hand and directly drew the soft sword from her waist, slashing toward Su Zhuyi.

Su Zhuyi didn’t move at all.

Because she saw that Luo Ying, who had been resting with closed eyes, opened them.

Her gaze was like frost, only giving Liu Zhen a light glance.

Liu Zhen felt chilled throughout her body from that glance, and the hand holding her sword trembled slightly.

“This seal has been here for at least ten thousand years. It has nothing to do with her.” Luo Ying slightly turned her head, glanced at Su Zhuyi, and said indifferently.

She was very cold, unsmiling, with nothing but indifferent aloofness between her brows.

Su Zhuyi had always thought that this female cultivator who acted chivalrously and helped countless people must be kind-faced, gentle, and benevolent. She hadn’t expected her real person to be so solitary and cold.

Whether it was her tone of speech or her gaze, everything made people feel cold as ice and frost, extremely difficult to approach.

Indeed, hearing about someone a hundred times was not as good as seeing them once…