Su Zhuyi was going down the mountain to train, but she didn’t just leave directly. Instead, she went to greet the elders of each peak.

She had a vengeful personality. Even after all this time and experiencing so many things, she hadn’t forgotten one important matter.

When she was subjected to whipping, the elders of Weapon Peak, Spirit Peak, and Discipline Peak were all present. Later, the sect master arrived late. These people were all present during her punishment and could have obtained her hair or blood, which could be used to track her location. She was usually very careful about this, but during the punishment, she definitely couldn’t pay attention to everything. So the possibility that someone had taken something at that time, allowing the Xueluo Sect to use secret arts to track her whereabouts, was very high.

Previously when she left Gujian Sect for Suyue Sect, she was ambushed by Xueluo Sect assassins. This was surely connected to these people, but she couldn’t tell which one it was now.

Discipline Peak’s Peak Master Yun was the most suspicious on the surface, after all, she had always disliked Luoxue Peak. Weapon Peak’s Peak Master Hu usually seemed carefree and protective, always treating Su Zhuyi well. Spirit Peak’s Peak Master Yi had always wanted to see Little Skull and had pestered them by staying on Luoxue Peak for a while…

Which one was it? Su Zhuyi felt Peak Master Yi and Peak Master Hu were more likely suspects. Because one harbored resentment about her spirit pet, and Elder Yi was rather obsessive about spirit beasts—he could lie motionless for years or even over a decade to catch a spirit beast. Selling information to others so that when she died, the spirit beast would be masterless made sense, too.

As for Elder Hu, it was really because Su Zhuyi had been a demon lord in her previous life with a black heart, always suspecting good people while overlooking bad ones. So she found Elder Hu more suspicious than Elder Yun.

She chose appropriate moments to secretly visit the sect master and these three elders. Then she naively inquired about what to pay attention to during mountain training and which places would be suitable.

Then she revealed where she wanted to go.

Each elder said something different, but she didn’t directly state where she was going, only indicating a general intention. She dawdled around the sect for a few days, had Song Shangzhi promote the portrait’s effects again, and then was finally ready to go down the mountain. Before leaving, she had Qinghe disguise himself, and they split into two routes, each heading to previously discussed locations.

Su Zhuyi went to the southern frontier Miao Mountains area. This region was far from all four major sects. Deep in the mountains was a Miao Gu Village whose inhabitants were mostly quite skilled, excelling in poison and raising venomous insects. They had lived in seclusion in the mountains for generations, and cultivators who wandered in usually never returned.

Because of the Miao Gu Village, although the Miao Mountains had decent spiritual energy, no major cultivation sects had ever been established there. Whether righteous or demonic path, attempts to establish sects there had all failed and mysteriously declined. Over time, no one wanted to claim territory there anymore. Eventually, it became a gathering place for rogue cultivators—a mixed area with both righteous and demonic path cultivators, plus several small cultivation sects of dozens or hundreds of people that could be wiped out overnight. These were completely unknown in the cultivation world and could be ignored entirely.

The cultivators’ levels here varied greatly, with many low-level cultivators but also some high-level ones. Su Zhuyi had once lurked in these Miao Mountains for a long time.

The sect master and elders all felt this place wasn’t suitable for newly descended disciples, but Su Zhuyi was very familiar with it. She also knew there were many mortal villages and settlements thousands of li away from the Miao Mountains. Choosing this as her target, she should encounter many injustices.

Xueluo Sect disciples should have come quickly in theory, but Su Zhuyi didn’t encounter them. She asked Qinghe, who also had no news. She felt quite regretful, thinking she had worked for nothing this time and failed to draw anyone out. She wandered around for two days and found no one following, so she concealed her form. When she reappeared, she had disguised herself as Qin Jianglan, planning to use his face to swagger around—no, to act chivalrously.

This day, Su Zhuyi stood under green trees by a lake, looking at her reflection in the water. “Look, how’s my illusion technique? Am I the same as you?”

Green trees cast shade, the green reflection in the water like emerald jade. The Qin Jianglan she had transformed into seemed to stand in the jade, even colder than jade itself. But the next moment, that handsome face showed an evil smile. Su Zhuyi blinked and even threw a flirtatious glance at the water’s surface. When these actions were performed on Qin Jianglan’s body, they didn’t seem disgusting at all.

She was even looking forward to the real Qin Jianglan singing softly before her, turning and seeking pleasure.

Su Zhuyi’s cultivation was now quite high, and her primordial spirit even stronger. Disguising herself as Qin Jianglan wasn’t difficult. As long as she didn’t encounter late Nascent Soul stage powerhouses, others couldn’t see through it. She was heading toward mortal towns and low-level cultivator areas anyway, so the possibility of meeting powerhouses was small.

Qin Jianglan, in the mirror, couldn’t see what Su Zhuyi looked like now. Just thinking of Su Zhuyi traveling the world in his appearance made him feel somewhat dreamlike. He vaguely remembered falling from the Wangtian Tree six hundred years ago, when she said she would live again, become the world’s number one, seek the great dao and immortality, and kill anyone who dared obstruct her.

And now she was going to act chivalrously? She was doing this for him.

The corners of Qin Jianglan’s mouth curved in a smile. While listening to Little Skull tell stories, he imagined Su Zhuyi’s current appearance, his smile deepening. Then he heard Su Zhuyi say again, “You’re smiling again.”

“Smiling secretly behind my back—what are you thinking about?” A gentle breeze touched his face and rubbed his cheek, then began wandering downward, even pulling down his collar a bit…

Her divine consciousness control was getting better and better, and her clothes-removing technique was becoming more skilled too.

“Eh, you have a small mole here on your collarbone.” Su Zhuyi said with feigned surprise, though she had known long ago. After all, they had lived together day and night for so many years—with nothing else to do, she could only stare at him.

A tiny spot the size of a sesame seed, like a light touch from a brush tip, bright red and quite alluring, making her want to lick it.

“I’m impersonating you, so naturally every detail must be similar. Let me measure and examine carefully to check if there are any omissions.” Her tone was frivolous, her expression mischievous, her divine consciousness seeming ready to strip Qin Jianglan bare. Su Zhuyi’s divine consciousness was slightly weaker than Qin Jianglan’s, so if he didn’t want her to see, setting a barrier could block her. But he didn’t, so despite his calm expression appearing desireless, he must be quite enjoying it inside.

Su Zhuyi stood by the water, watching her reflection while using divine consciousness to tease Qin Jianglan, playing happily. Suddenly, she sensed a bloody smell behind her. Her divine consciousness had been monitoring the surroundings, and she saw an injured woman flying toward her. The woman’s aura was weak, only at the Ningshen stage. Such minimal strength couldn’t even break through her defensive barrier, so Su Zhuyi didn’t take her seriously.

Usually, when someone rushed toward her, if she was in a good mood, she’d slap them away. If she was in a bad mood, she could directly kill them—after all, who knew what intentions they had approaching? She was habitually cautious and couldn’t tolerate anyone suddenly approaching within ten feet of her. She had already raised her hand, but then remembered she was down the mountain to save people, so she silently lowered it and stood aside with her hands behind her back. Acting rashly wouldn’t be appropriate—better to observe first.

For example, if someone looked unpleasant to her, not delivering a finishing blow would already be good enough. They still wanted her to save them?

After a moment, the woman came flying unsteadily past her on a flying artifact, then her spiritual energy stalled as if exhausted, and she fell directly into the small river, her body instantly half-soaked.

She wore a low-grade spirit treasure. Though low-ranked, it should have basic abilities like water resistance. Even if her spiritual energy was insufficient, she shouldn’t have immediately become soaked through.

Su Zhuyi saw the woman get wet, revealing her beautiful figure and graceful curves, and slightly frowned.

The woman emerged from the water, her hair wetly clinging to her body, clothes soaked through. The jade-colored skin beneath the already thin garments was exposed, her waist extremely slender. There was also a wound on her waist—blood seeped from the wound, spreading through the clear river water like a piece of red silk gently swaying.

Su Zhuyi: “…”

She never expected that the first person she’d encounter after coming down the mountain would be Su Qingxun.

Su Qingxun was the daughter of Su Xiang, the village chief of Changning Village. Her father was a body-tempering cultivator, her mother a mortal with no cultivation aptitude. Though Su Qingxun’s cultivation talent was quite ordinary, she was Qin Jianglan’s disciple with abundant cultivation resources. Many methods had been used to improve her aptitude, and when entering secret realms, she had senior brothers and sisters to care for her. With plenty of artifacts during training, her cultivation was naturally good. In her previous life, judging by cultivation level alone, she wasn’t much different from Su Zhuyi. Of course, in a real fight, Su Zhuyi killing her wouldn’t be difficult.

Su Qingxun wasn’t bad-looking. She had an oval face, large eyes, and Su Zhuyi remembered she’d had some baby fat on her cheeks—as a child, she looked like a white jade dumpling, adorable. When grown up and slimmed down, she was also charming and delicate, completely different from Su Zhuyi’s bewitching style. But looking at her now, though her body remained petite, she had curves in all the right places, especially her chest, which was full and swollen, actually much larger than Su Zhuyi’s own, comparable to that woman from Danhe Sect…

That busty woman was comparable, making Su Zhuyi click her tongue in wonder. In the previous life Su Qingxun dressed very conservatively, probably even binding her chest usually, so it wasn’t noticeable. Only now did Su Zhuyi discover her figure was quite appealing to men.

Her face was youthful with a girl’s innocence, but her body had graceful curves. With clothes soaked through, she truly had a unique charm.

Su Zhuyi brazenly examined Su Qingxun, who looked somewhat panicked in the water. This gaze fell on Su Qingxun as rather lustful.

She lightly bit her pearly teeth and looked up, “Young master, save me.”

Su Qingxun only knew the man under the tree was young and quite strong, but she didn’t know exactly how strong. Male cultivators in this area were probably at most the Foundation Establishment stage.

She hadn’t looked carefully and didn’t dare use divine consciousness to investigate. Only now, when she looked up, did she see the man’s appearance under the tree.

She had been lightly biting her lip, looking pitiful, but now froze in place, her gaze stopping, her heart racing like a frightened deer.

She thought: could there be such a handsome man in this world? He stood under the tree with a slight smile at the corners of his mouth, as if gathering all the heavenly light, making everything around him pale in comparison.

Su Qingxun almost became entranced…

Su Zhuyi: “…”

She was clearly down the mountain to act chivalrously, but the first person she saw made her want to kill. What to do?

“Old Dog Qin!”

Su Zhuyi’s divine consciousness directly roared into the Liuguang Mirror, “Damn it, I see your disciple, and that damn Zhuxin Curse you cast means I can’t touch her!”