Qinghe was also a ruthless sect-annihilating demon who killed without batting an eye.

Just in the century or so after Luo Ying’s death, the sects he had destroyed with solid evidence numbered seven or eight. Even a minor sect would have several hundred members, let alone the fact that he had also destroyed a second-tier peak sect that had almost been promoted to match the four great sects of the cultivation world.

She didn’t know how Qinghe had managed to do it. Even if he had been very outstanding back then, on par with Qin Jianglan, at this time, they were only in their early three hundreds, and Qinghe was even younger than Qin Jianglan. His cultivation hadn’t even reached the Nascent Soul stage, so it would be very difficult to achieve such feats, right?

Although Qinghe had just thrown her out, and saved her life.

But Su Zhuyi knew Qinghe was a killing god, so she struggled to slowly slide down from the tree and limped step by step toward Luo Ying.

Just then, there was a thunderous boom behind her. Su Zhuyi whipped around to see a black-clothed man burst out from the crack. He had black clothes and black hair, with a fierce expression, and his eyes faintly glowed red. Killing intent surrounded his entire body, like a demon who had carved a bloody path through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Luo Ying, your disciple is actually this terrifying, and you said you had taught him well back then, that there was no darkness left in his heart?

This darkness – anyone could see at a glance that he was a demonic cultivator, and the kind of deranged, qi-deviated demon who had killed so many people that resentful energy clung to him and he was about to lose his sanity!

Seeing herself targeted by the demon, with killing intent condensing into blades behind her, Su Zhuyi felt that murderous intent howling toward her, making her feel as if she were in an ice cellar. The killing intent condensed into a sword that slashed toward Su Zhuyi. At this critical moment, Little Skull ran out from the Wuding Gourd and stretched out its claws to grab the blade handle.

With a crack, the hand bone that had just been reattached in the gourd broke again. Su Zhuyi leaped forward and threw herself beside Luo Ying, hiding her body completely under Luo Ying’s, covering herself thoroughly while saying, “Senior Luo, wake up quickly, your disciple wants to kill someone.”

“Senior Luo, your disciple has gone mad.”

“Senior Luo, I depended on each other for survival, with you at the bottom of the abyss, and we barely managed to stay alive. Who would have thought that as soon as we came out, I’d be cut in half by your disciple, Senior Luo…”

She wailed there, desperately squeezing out some tears, while Qinghe, emanating killing intent all over, had an expression of extreme pain. He walked step by step slowly to Luo Ying’s side, and the sword behind him suddenly rose higher, growing larger in form, like a pitch-black fire dragon.

Su Zhuyi’s heart skipped a beat.

Could it be that the Longquan Sword had acknowledged a master?

The Longquan Sword had acknowledged a master – it had acknowledged Qinghe as its master!

No wonder, no wonder she had never been able to figure out how Qinghe, who was on par with Qin Jianglan, suddenly gained such great ability to destroy so many sects. It turned out he had obtained the Longquan Sword! If he had obtained the Longquan Sword, his strength would have increased dramatically, and with its evil nature, destroying some sects would be child’s play. After all, it was an extremely vicious sword that had killed countless people.

The Longquan Sword was so cruel and savage – having just subdued it, could Qinghe still maintain his sanity? Su Zhuyi hid behind Luo Ying, her palms and soles sweating. Seeing Qinghe approaching, Su Zhuyi felt that the killing intent carried a thick, sticky scent of blood that made it difficult for her to breathe.

Just then, Qinghe’s footsteps paused. Could it be that seeing his master, seeing the woman he loved, had restored a bit of his sanity?

The next moment, Su Zhuyi discovered it wasn’t that Qinghe had stopped walking, but that Little Skull had hugged his thigh. Just as it used to tightly embrace Su Zhuyi’s waist with both hands, now Little Skull hugged Qinghe’s leg, “Don’t hurt big sister and little sister. Little uncle told me to protect you well. I promised little uncle.”

Its palm had just been severed and hadn’t recovered yet. Its right hand only had three fingers, which were tightly gripping Qinghe’s waist, the fingertips piercing through his robes and making three holes.

The black sword behind Qinghe condensed into form again and fell directly downward, aimed right at Little Skull’s head. Su Zhuyi couldn’t care about anything else and heavily slapped Luo Ying’s palm. Luo Ying had been unconscious, but now, feeling the pain, she unconsciously let out a muffled groan.

That sound made the sword behind Qinghe pause slightly. His expression struggled, and low roars like dragon cries emerged from his throat, showing extreme pain. Just then, Luo Ying’s Qianlong sword also responded with a gentle chime, not like the alarmed cry when it had previously encountered the Longquan Sword. Its sword song was much softer, with frost and snow falling like flowers, petals scattering everywhere.

It’s working!

Su Zhuyi didn’t dare slap Luo Ying again because she was too weak now, afraid that another hard slap would kill her. If she killed her, then she could wait to be chopped into eighteen pieces by Qinghe. Su Zhuyi thought for a moment, then pinched the pressure point at Luo Ying’s waist, twisting it, while loudly saying, “Senior Luo, your disciple wants to kill someone!”

Luo Ying moved slightly, her long eyelashes trembling twice, as if about to wake up.

The moment she moved slightly, all the violent energy around Qinghe dissipated, and the black energy floating behind him instantly rushed back into his body. His eyes gradually became clear. Just as he was about to step forward, he looked down and saw the skeleton hugging his leg, placing one hand on the skeleton’s head, “Let go, I won’t kill anyone.”

“Oh.” Little Skull indeed released its grip. It hadn’t had much strength to begin with, and hugging was particularly tiring – it had long been unable to hold on. Now that it let go, it looked down at the grass, picked up the broken finger bone, but found that putting it back together like before didn’t work. The finger couldn’t be restored, and it panicked for a moment. Springs of water began flowing from its two eye sockets again, but worried about crying out loud, it held back.

It still hadn’t found its little finger – where was it? Its head felt dizzy, and its bones felt soft and powerless, as if its skeleton was about to fall apart. Would it turn into a pile of bones? Thinking of this made me want to cry even more.

On the other side, Qinghe had already walked to Luo Ying’s front.

Qinghe was very handsome, the kind of beautiful and well-behaved handsomeness. He had a baby face. Only his eyebrows were slightly thick and raised at the ends, which gave him some heroic spirit and made that pretty face look quite masculine. However, his appearance wasn’t as imposing as Qin Jianglan’s – to put it another way, one was a small orchid, the other a snow lotus on a high mountain.

If Qinghe’s complexion weren’t so gloomy, he could be considered a handsome and sunny beautiful man. Unfortunately, although his eyes had cleared, his expression was still very melancholy. Those tightly pressed, thin lips seemed to hide murderous intent, ready to open at any moment and reveal sharp fangs.

“Come out!” Qinghe said coldly.

Su Zhuyi gripped the sash around Luo Ying’s waist, not daring to let go.

“Come out!” This time, his voice carried some soul pressure. Su Zhuyi slowly moved a bit, and with just that movement, Luo Ying let out another muffled groan. The next moment, Su Zhuyi was horrified to discover that Qinghe had changed his expression.

His gloomy expression instantly disappeared, his tightly pressed lips curved up slightly in a shallow smile, even revealing a small canine tooth. A murderous demon had become a sunny, handsome young man in the blink of an eye?

Su Zhuyi: “…”

Indeed impressive. This face-changing skill was on par with her own.

Luo Ying opened her eyes and saw Qinghe standing in front of her, frowning slightly.

Qinghe’s smile froze on his face, then he pretended not to notice anything and stepped forward, crouching in front of Luo Ying, “Master, are you alright?”

Luo Ying didn’t respond.

Qinghe continued, “Master, I know I was wrong. I’m willing to return to the sect and accept punishment.”

He was wrong.

Wrong. The moment he felt his master’s breath was as weak as silk and her soul lamp was dim, he knew he was wrong. He didn’t dare imagine what he would become if his master perished. Just thinking of that terrible consequence made his heart ache with pain.

“Master, let’s go back.”

Luo Ying moved her lips slightly but made no sound. Qinghe lowered his head and put his ear close to hers, saying, “Master, speak louder.” He had already fed her medicine the moment he caught her, but she was injured too severely. Not only that, she had also lost her left arm. To save those people, she had severed her left arm. With the Longquan Sword present, Qinghe knew exactly what had happened.

Why would she risk her life for those insignificant people? Thinking that she had almost perished made Qinghe’s heart tremble.

His ear was extremely close to Luo Ying, so close it seemed to touch her lips, feeling the warmth from them.

Su Zhuyi watched from the side, silently moving a few steps away and turning her attention to Little Skull.

She saw Little Skull with its head down, wandering around on the ground, muttering to itself. When she went over to ask, she learned its little finger had fallen off and couldn’t be found. Just as she was wondering how such a little skeleton could lose its bone, she saw Little Skull sway twice and fall directly.

She instinctively reached out and caught Little Skull, helping it sit to one side. Then she saw the little finger on the ground, picked it up, and handed it over.

Little Skull wasn’t unconscious, just a bit weak. It felt like many big sisters were spinning in front of its eyes, and it couldn’t count them all, almost making its eyes dizzy.

Only then did Su Zhuyi carefully examine Little Skull. Its bones were somewhat yellowed, and the fourth rib on the left side was broken with a gap. Su Zhuyi knew that the position was near the heart. Although Little Skull was already a ghostly creature – a skeleton frame with no internal organs at all – when it was injured in vital energy, it would manifest around the heart area.

Little Skull kept pinching its little finger, and after a while, the little finger finally grew back onto its hand. Seeing this, it became much happier, but when it looked down and saw its broken rib, it became sad again, “Big sister, can’t this be healed?”

“I feel like this will take a very long time to heal.” The fracture gap wasn’t narrow – a little finger could fit right through it. It wasn’t used to this, and its finger kept getting stuck in the gap. “It looks so ugly.”

Hearing its words, Su Zhuyi’s gaze moved from bottom to top, then she reached up and removed the green headband from its head.

The moment it touched her hand, she suddenly felt a trace of confusion. This green ribbon brought her a familiar scent. Just as she was trying to remember, Little Skull cried out, “Big sister, why did you take off my headband?”

Su Zhuyi didn’t want to think about it anymore. She wrapped the ribbon around Little Skull’s broken rib and casually tied a crooked butterfly knot, “This way it’s covered. You’re a boy – you can’t wear green on your head.”

“But little uncle ties this on his head,” Little Skull still couldn’t understand.

Uh…

“Weren’t you afraid it looked ugly? It looks ugly when worn on the head.” She couldn’t explain the deeper meaning of wearing green on one’s head to such a small skeleton.

“But little uncle looks good wearing it.”

Su Zhuyi had rarely controlled her temper and was being slightly friendlier to it, but then she heard it chattering incessantly, which immediately annoyed her. She let go and asked, “So do you think I look good?”

“Good-looking.” At least you know what’s what!

“What about her?” Su Zhuyi pointed at Luo Ying, who was being held by Qinghe.

“Also good-looking.” Little Skull nodded repeatedly.

Su Zhuyi pointed at Qinghe and asked, “What about him?”

At this moment, Luo Ying had fallen unconscious again, and Qinghe had become extremely gloomy once more. His face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and the sword shadow behind him was quite menacing, making even his face appear somewhat distorted. He couldn’t be called good-looking at all.

Yet Little Skull nodded again, “Good-looking too.”

Su Zhuyi: “…”

With your and your so-called little uncle’s aesthetic sense, do you even know what ugly means? You’d probably think it looked good even if there was a pile of dog shit on top of your head.

She pursed her lips, too lazy to bother with it anymore. At this time, Little Skull pointed at the green ribbon on its rib and asked, “Is this a butterfly? It doesn’t look like one!”

“This is a butterfly knot!”

Just as Su Zhuyi finished speaking, she heard Qinghe say, “This is a green lump.”

She looked up to see Qinghe raise his hand, and a fan-like flying magical device appeared beside him. After placing Luo Ying on it, he crouched down and untied the knot Su Zhuyi had made, then retied it.

The green ribbon moved through his hands, forming two symmetrical small wings that looked much prettier than Su Zhuyi’s crooked butterfly knot.

“It is a butterfly,” Little Skull praised appreciatively.

After tying the butterfly knot, Qinghe pointed at the fan and said to Su Zhuyi, “Get on.”

“Get on for what?” Su Zhuyi’s mind stirred. Although Qinghe was very cruel, the person who could suppress his viciousness – Luo Ying – was still here, so she could seek some help from Qinghe, like hitching a ride on his flying magical device to the Suyue Sect! If she could ride a magical device there, it would only take the time of one incense stick to arrive, saving so much time without any danger.

So she immediately looked up and smiled sweetly, “Big brother, for Senior Luo’s sake, could you please take me to Suyue Sect?”

Unexpectedly, Qinghe frowned and said gloomily, “Call me senior brother.”

“Huh?”

“Master just said to bring you back to the Gujian Sect, to teach you carefully and take good care of you.” Qinghe looked at Su Zhuyi with disgust, speaking word by word through gritted teeth.