Chapter 950 - 449: Zhiwei’s Progress; Secret Meeting_2

Zhiwei lowered her gaze, her vision fixed on the striking emblem atop the brocade box.

A bone-chilling killing intent began to grow in the girl’s heart.

But now is not the time.

She has endured for so long, since True Inheritor Bai, she has been enduring... endure a bit longer, why not?

"Master is right."

Zhiwei extended her fair hands, clutching those brocade boxes to her chest, a pure smile playing on her lips,

"Since it’s a gift from the Duqing Divine Son, as your disciple, I will naturally make full use of it, refining it well, and will not disappoint your... earnest efforts, Master."

...

A day later.

An extravagant Spiritual Ship hovered above Cold Scale Mansion.

"On the orders of the Divine Son, please Fellow Daoist Qingxuan proceed to Wuyang Palace."

A maid descended from the Spiritual Ship, speaking respectfully.

Finally, it’s here!

Qin Jiaming has been in seclusion for most of the past month, probably due to significant exertion from the last time at the Thunder Pond.

And this invitation...

Chen Ye’s eyes narrowed slightly,

he would never let the demoness succeed easily!

"I shall go and return shortly."

Chen Ye looked at his three disciples, earnestly advising,

"You must cultivate well within the mansion and avoid trouble. Especially Qing Jun, don’t eat Spiritual Medicine indiscriminately, do you hear?"

"Got it!"

Qing Jun bounced excitedly twice,

"Good luck, master! You must show that... that Duqing Divine Son master’s greatness!"

In the little girl’s heart, seeing her master take such a stylish Spiritual Ship to lecture the Demon Sect Divine Son was incredibly awe-inspiring!

Chen Ye’s old face flushed, somewhat embarrassed.

Jin’er, unlike Qing Jun who was carefree, walked up and tugged at Chen Ye’s sleeve:

"Master... be cautious in everything. If she is unreasonable, don’t confront her head-on."

"Don’t worry, I’m aware."

Chen Ye rubbed Jin’er’s head, finally resting his gaze on Zhiwei.

The girl dressed in plain clothes stood silently in the gentle breeze, her temperament ethereal as an immortal.

Meeting her master’s gaze, Zhiwei smiled openly.

"Master, go teach at ease."

Her voice was soft and accommodating,

"I will watch over my two junior sisters and wait for Master to return... victoriously, at Cold Scale Mansion."

"As long as you’re here, I’m assured."

Chen Ye sighed, his sleeve flicked, his figure gracefully rising, landing on the Spiritual Ship.

In the courtyard.

The storm caused by the Spiritual Ship gradually subsided.

"Awesome! Master is out earning teaching fees again!"

Qing Jun clapped her hands joyfully, fantasizing about what delicious treats the master would bring back.

Meanwhile, Jin’er sighed with concern, silently praying for the master’s safety.

And standing at the forefront, Zhiwei maintained her upward gaze until the Spiritual Ship became a tiny black dot on the horizon, disappearing deep within the clouds.

Qing Jun casually remarked,

"Senior Sister! Do you think teaching will be tiring for Master? That Duqing Divine Son surely wouldn’t be as obedient as us! If she’s displeased, she might even spank Master’s butt!"

If only...

The girl whispered in her heart.

Only she knew,

what kind of humiliation the master would endure on this journey.

The so-called teaching fees brought back were all exchanged with blood and sweat, bit by bit.

...

On the Spiritual Ship.

Chen Ye’s gaze was discreet as he surveyed the endless demon peak landscape of the Emotion Crossing Sect.

"The Soul-Locking Abyss is the forbidden ground of the Emotion Crossing Sect, located below the cliff beneath Wuyang Palace. Though not elevated, it’s still part of Wuyang Palace."

"Tuoba Zhenshi, one of the three Divine Venerables of the Emotion Crossing Sect, often resides in this abyss to cultivate. Hence, Qin Jiaming says this place is the Divine Venerable’s forbidden ground."

Chen Ye’s gaze meticulously swept through the area below.

Sure enough, in the center of the seven peaks, there was a bottomless, dark chasm.

Black mist swirled within, seemingly filled with endless wailing souls.

"Legend has it, this place is where Tuoba Zhenshi nurtures corpses, Bai Li was a Golden Core True Man, and beings of this level would typically require a hundred years of warmth to refine their corpses. Since he fell only twenty years ago... Tuoba Zhenshi hasn’t had time to refine his corpse."

Chen Ye mused to himself.

He once obtained the secret manual of puppetry from the cultivators of the Ten Thousand Puppet Sect, and had some understanding of corpse refining as well.

Moreover.

It was Qin Jiaming who personally told him that Bai Li still had vitality.

Now his master and disciples are all in the Emotion Crossing Sect, and Qin Jiaming has no need to deceive them further.

"Speaking of Qin Jiaming, didn’t she go to great lengths to detonate the Celestial Abyss just to escape the control of the Emotion Crossing Sect? Why has she returned to the Emotion Crossing Sect now? Could it be that she wants to pull off something big before leaving again?"

The more Chen Ye thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

This woman’s actions could be described as completely unrestrained, a thorough madwoman at heart.

"It seems I still need to find a way to probe this demoness and understand her background and plans..."

While pondering, the Spiritual Ship slightly trembled, passing through the array.

A majestic and solemn palace suddenly appeared before his eyes.

"Please, Fellow Daoist Qingxuan."

The maid slightly bowed,

"The Divine Son has been waiting inside the hall for a long time."

...

Inside the hall, no lamps were lit, only the dim and cold light of night pearls scattered about.

Deep within layers of drapes, on a wide and luxurious soft couch, a young girl lounged lazily.

"Big brother, are you getting used to resting in the Cold Scale Mansion?"

He only heard the girl’s concerned inquiry.

Since the other party didn’t even bother to pretend, Chen Ye saw no need to disguise himself further.

He restored his true appearance, and coldly looked at the girl:

"I wonder, what is the Divine Son’s intent in calling me here?"

"Oh dear, big brother is too formal. Isn’t it nice to call me Jiaming? Big brother used to call me like that."

Qin Jiaming pouted.

The young girl, barefoot, stepped onto the soft Spirit Beast fur rug, walking up to Chen Ye.

She had to slightly tilt her fair neck to meet his tall posture and gaze.

"I still find this face pleasing to the eye. Big brother has been living comfortably in the Cold Scale Mansion for over half a month, hasn’t stepped out, fully focusing on accompanying his disciple, while poor Jiaming cared so much but was ignored."

Qin Jiaming’s gaze lingered long on Chen Ye’s handsome and ethereal true appearance, her eyes fixed with longing.

"Is monitoring the Cold Scale Mansion also the Divine Son’s way of caring?"

Chen Ye’s expression remained unchanged as he brushed away her hand attempting to caress his cheek.

"Oh dear, big brother hurt me."

Qin Jiaming reluctantly withdrew her hand, pouting her cheeks, looking quite annoyed,

"In big brother’s eyes, am I really a bad person? I’ve given myself entirely to big brother."

To this.

Chen Ye remained silent, viewing this girl as not just a bad woman, but also a madwoman.

"Ah... then Jiaming should just talk business with big brother."

Qin Jiaming sighed sorrowfully, then spoke earnestly,

"Big brother, aren’t you curious why Jiaming went to such lengths to detonate the Celestial Abyss, only to return to the Wuyang Palace?"

This was indeed the question lingering in Chen Ye’s mind.

But he absolutely couldn’t let Qin Jiaming lead him by the nose, keeping a cold demeanor:

"I have no interest in guessing the thoughts of you Demon Sect people. Just say what you intend to do."

However.

His cold demeanor only excited the girl even more:

"Mm... Jiaming loves big brother’s aloof demeanor..."

"Big brother is one of us, Jiaming has no intention to hide things from you. This Emotion Crossing Sect is just a Demon Sect, how could Jiaming want to stay here?"

"But, Jiaming cannot leave."

Chen Ye’s pupils slightly widened.

Cannot leave?

She created such a big commotion in the Celestial Abyss before, even avoiding the sight of the Golden Core True Man, how could she not leave?

"Big brother might be wondering why I escaped before, only to return here voluntarily?"

Qin Jiaming sneered, stepping back half a step, pointed in a certain direction outside the hall, her tone eerie:

"Because of that old hag."

Old hag?

In Chen Ye’s mind appeared the deeply unfathomable grey-clothed old woman who had always followed Qin Jiaming.

But that old woman was humble like dust before Qin Jiaming, her respect seemingly genuine.

"I thought... you were close to that person."

Chen Ye frowned.

"Close? Haha... big brother, you think too highly of Demon Cultivators."

"If not for that old hag consuming my blood essence day and night, how could I reach Core Formation?"

"Perhaps once, she was loyal to Jiaming. But now that Jiaming’s path is declining like a waning moon, without brilliance, how would she watch me escape her control?"